It started out as any normal Thursday. Bud came downstairs and said he had to deliver a car to some dude in Florala. He took note that Florala is only 30 miles to Destin, Florida. 

Keep on truckin

“Pack your bags,” he said. “I’m kidnapping you to the beach.” 

I decided to Tweet the entire kidnapping. This will help walk you through the amazing adventures of the day……
  •  @shanistymyers: I’m being kidnapped, and will be tweeting during. #kidnapped
  • @shanistymyers: Bud says, “I’m not bringing you back until you have a tan between your toes.” #kidnapped
  •  @shanistymyers: Bud: “since u are the co-pilot, u are in charge of the radio, my cell phone, and looking for Hooters restaurants along the way.” #kidnapped
  • @shanistymyers: Bud “whatever happened to music with words?” #kidnapped
  • @shanistymyers: Bud on business: “so, I told him if he didn’t pay me, I’d eat his arms and legs off.” #kidnapped
  • @shanistymyers: We may have a flat tire. #kidnapped
  • @shanistymyers: Tire blown. Inching along i65. #kidnapped
  • @shanistymyers: As Army tankers pass us…”well, how do ya like that? Our own military ’bout ran over us.” #bud
    Kenny the mechanic
    • @shanistymyers: Bud talking with Kenny the mechanic: “am I gettin’ thru to you, son?!” **(see photo) 
    • @shanistymyers: Instead of saying “winner” #bud is saying “wiener”… I think he’s mocking Kenny
    • @shanistymyers: Schwing…. on the road again!!! But not before bud thought I was kidnapped at McDonald’s. **I used the restroom and then just wheeled out to the truck… Bud decided to buy some mutant nuggets and McFlurries. Hence, how we were separated.**  
    • @shanistymyers: “This trip is eat what you want and shut up, otherwise I’m Gonna drop you off at a motel 6” #bud 
    • @shanistymyers: Instead of saying “hell to the yes”, Bud likes to say “H to the Hell. #bud
    Car delivery spot
    • @shanistymyers: Bud: “even tho I’m movin to Alabama, I am not getting one of those A stickers, or those d*mn ear flags ppl stick out their widows.”
    • @shanistymyers: Hey, remember when I told you this trip was eat what you want and shut up? Well, I shouldn’t have ate those mutant chicken nuggets. #bud
    • @shanistymyers: About to deliver this car to this dude in Florala. Or as Bud calls it, Finola. He is not a happy camper… It’s about to get real.
    Bud Wreaking Havoc
    • @shanistymyers: Of course this is where we would land to wait on the dude to pick up the car. #bud **(see photo)
    • @shanistymyers: Bud exchanging the harsh words with dude and wife. #awesome **(see photo)
    Bud is a happy man

    @shanistymyers: “33 DOLLARS! 33 DOLLARS!” bud yelled… Clearly, he spotted a Super 8… “we could stay there for a month, and they have a lounge and a KFC!” #bud

    • @shanistymyers: Someone is happy. #bud **(see photo) 

    So, it call came full circle in the end. My kidnapping was one for the books. Since we lost so much time with the tire situation, Bud says we might stay for an extra 3 days. 
    Or… we may never come back… To be continued…

    “What’s this I hear about you clogging me?” These were the first words out of Bud’s mouth upon arrival to Birmingham. 

    “Clogging you?” I asked. 

    “Yes, I’ve heard you’ve been clogging me… and I don’t like it.” ohhhhhh, blogging! Alas, word has gotten to Bud I’ve been blogging about him.  Of course he doesn’t like it. I had to tell him he’s the most interesting person I know and if he “freezes me out” (which is what he threatened to do) than my clog… I mean, blog…fails. 

    So, he consented. 

    no big deal

    Since Bud is in town, I am completely caught up on “The Deadliest Catch.” We also went to lunch yesterday with Natalie, where he insisted on moving the table 70 ft. in front of the neighboring Verizon Store. No joke, we were directly in front of the store’s entrance. Bud doesn’t give a rip. 

    Beverly Hillbillies

    Bud also doesn’t believe in breaking down my wheelchair so it fits conveniently in the truck. He prefers to strap it down in the back, Beverly Hillbillies style. Bud doesn’t give a rip. 

    Bud told me yesterday, “We need to break you outta this jail before your life is ruined.” So, today, he may… or may not be… kidnapping me…. stay tuned…

    The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter, everyday. 

    End of the tunnel

    I woke up this morning realizing that in less than three weeks, I will have my #sealegs back. I will be able to walk. I will be able to drive. I will be able to leave the house on my own. The return of my independence is less than three weeks away. 

    Awkward Easter pose

    I’m not going to pretend like it’s been a cake walk. Yes, I am still thankful to be alive, and I am very thankful my wheelchair is a temporary mode of transportation. But, I am worried about walking again. I haven’t used my legs since February 19th, and what muscle I had before the accident, has completely vanished. Not to mention, I’m a little nervous to get behind the wheel of a car again.

    But, then again, anytime I’m afraid of something… I just take the bull by the horns and say, outta my way losers, I’m gonna own this thing! 

    Thrilling Egg Hunt
    Not the Easter bunny

    We had a fabulous Easter weekend, with a trip to Montgomery, Church and brunch. The Easter bunny may, or may not have, visited our house. Clearly, I need to find some children to play with. 

    Bud is on his way to Birmingham. He is delivering a few cars, and will spend a couple days with us. I can’t wait to see what he has up his sleeve. 


    I’m going into work for awhile this afternoon… it will be great to see everyone! 3 weeks. Tres semanas. I can do this. I can do this. 

    Oh, and baseball is back, baby!

    Maggie the cowgirl

    Maggie wants to be a cowgirl, according to Bud. Maggie, is my parents yellow lab. The baby. The spoiled rotten one. The one who loves her “pitties” rubbed. That’s right, her arm pits.

    Bud called me the other day while we were out at Publix shopping. He told me to buy  a cap gun and a pin knife while I was out at the store.

    A WHAAAAT!? 

    Maggie’s weapon

    “You heard me. A cap gun and a pin knife. I promised them for Maggie,” Bud said. I told him I didn’t understand. He went on, “Shana, listen… Maggie loves watching westerns on t.v., so I promised her she could be a cowgirl too. She likes Jesse James, the real one… not the one on West Coast Choppers. And wants to be referred to as Billy, the Kid.” 

    This was a real life conversation with Bud. The same guy who calls my phone, and leaves dozens of voice mails. 

    I asked him recently, “Why do you leave so many messages?” 

    He said, “Well, why do you always boycott my phone??” He had me there. I then proceeded to ask him why he never returns my texts… his text messages are pretty stellar, because he thinks he has to start them with an R. (for reply). 
     He told me, “I don’t return your texts because, it scares me when you “snipe” me.”

    This only leads me to believe, the real reason he wants Maggie to have a cap gun is so she can finally gun down the “snipers” who are allegedly after him. 

    Don’t pretend that you aren’t victim to this. You have a particular interest in a hobby, have always wanted to learn a language, or thrive to wail on the air-guitar. But, you always use the excuse… “I don’t have time!” 

    It came to my attention, when I started to have more energy after the accident, that I can no longer claim to be too busy. 

    So, I wrote down some things I have always wanted to do.

    I’m in red looking awkwardly at the guitar player

    * Learn Spanish. -Here’s the thing. I have no excuse for not knowing how to speak Espanol. My grandfather lived in the Dominican Republic for 20-some years, before he passed away. His wife and daughters are Dominican, and I am extremely close to them. I have been traveling to the gorgeous country since I was 3 years old. Yet, still, I speak broken Spanish. I understand a ton… but my native tongue is non-existent.

    Natalie’s bday gift 

    * Be Crafty! -Thanks to the surge in popularity of Pinterest, this is attainable now, more than ever. I have already made a few crafts, but I won’t stop there. Friends and relatives can expect some handmade gifts…whether you like it, or not. I am also crafting up some redecorating ideas for around the house. 

    Victim of a brush fire

    * Grow a green thumb. -Much easier said, than done. I kill all my plants. My grass looks like it suffered a brush fire… oh wait, it did. Last year. But, I will try to grow a green thumb, one bud at a time. 

    * Write a book. -This is really my number 1. I have always wanted to be an author. Even when I was a little girl, it’s what I dreamed of becoming one day.  I guess this blog is a start. I just don’t have a great idea yet. Hopefully, I will have an eureka moment soon enough.

    So, there you have it. My list of MUST DO’s… since I can no longer use the excuse, “I don’t have time…”