Saturday, March 14, 2015

Inside the Bus






The newest love in all of our lives is our school bus, whom we've decided to name Sugaree.  All 5 of us are completely obsessed.  The worst thing is that she has sadly been neglected up in Denton for going on 4 weeks now.  David and I can't stand letting so much time go to waste, because time is of the essence.  We want our darling Sugaree where we can make her the most awesome bus conversion ever.  And we would like to do a few test runs before venturing out for the major "Jamily" extravaganza.

Unfortunately, the folks in Denton said they couldn't do our conversion and that they only work on luxurious RV's.  We continually thought we found our people to do this massive conversion only to be rejected time and time again. It was a little discouraging to say the least.  Although, we (mostly David) never gave up hope.

After numerous phone calls and much consternation, David felt certain we had finally found our guys.  They were one of the only ones out of dozens that truly seemed to be up for the challenge and were even excited about it.  Our newest friend told David the soonest we could get the bus to them, in Rockwall, the better because with spring break coming up business would be picking up and he had guys that could start working on her right away. He didn't have to ask David twice, we were on the road in no time, that same day, on our way, to pick up our newest baby.  David was very eager to get her to her temporary destination because we're expecting ice and snow today...again, for the second time within a week.  One never knows if it will be 70 degrees or 20 degrees in Dallas these days.  Either way, we've all missed our Sugaree...even Dylan, our almost 16 year old, commented the other day that he misses her too and was asking the infamous question of ..."When will we get her back?"  

So, David and I start our adventure up I-35 to Denton, rain, pot holes, massive traffic and all.  Will they ever really and truly ever fix I-35?!  It's so hazardous...Semi's were all but getting in our lane...literally, there was no wiggle room whatsoever.  We finally got to our destination safe and sound, after white-knuckeling it with all the crazies out there.  I'm sure the folks in Denton were happy to get rid of us and our bus.  We were so excited with anticipation to see our girl.  She's been at an RV sales center with only the finest of RV's in their rather large parking lot.  And our Sugaree was nowhere to be seen...obviously hidden in the very back.  Oh well, we love her and that's all that counts.

After squaring up with the folks in Denton, it was time to move our girl to her new destination...where she is going to have the makeover of all makeovers.  We were taking her to Rockwall.  

Another funny tidbit is while I'm trying to keep up with David, following him in his car on a 2-lane highway, concrete barriers on either side (again) with no shoulder.  I thought surely he would be moving at a snails pace, like he was when we were caravanning to Denton. Apparently the Denton crew got a few mechanical issues fixed for us, because he was hauling a**.  Thank goodness for the white, blinking light on the top of our bus as it wasn't too hard to spot him.  Dylan is absolutely not a fan of the blinking light because it blinks whenever the bus is up and running. Dylan would like to have the blinking light removed ASAP.

Again, I-35 being the biggest nightmare...while driving you don't know if there are two or three lanes because of the poorly marked roads and potholes galore.  But my sweet David drove his newest love like a pro, blinking lights and all.

We feel very good about where our Sugaree is currently residing.  Hopefully we'll get her home soon.  It definitely won't be soon enough.

In the meantime, we'll get to plan her decor, while keeping up with her transformation with those who seem very passionate about this project.  Finally we feel like these are our guys to take on this challenge.  Have I mentioned how much we already love our Sugaree?!  <3<3<3

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