I haven’t written because not a lot has been going on – and while T&R apologize for that, I’m enjoying it. The walls stay the same, it’s just the photos that come alive when you draw back the curtains that change. Such is the life of life on a bus.

I’m not even feeling the urge to write today, and if it weren’t for the nagging voice in the back of my head that constantly reminds me of the amount of things I’ve started, yet never finished, I’d be happy to upload a photo here and there…so I’ll meet it in the middle with a few highlights.

We left New Orleans, Tim still feeling the effects of whatever it was he ate a few days back…can I just show one more photo of it? By this time, we have about 3 different angles.

…ugh. I’d really love someone to tell me how to easily wrap text around photos, this centering is boring me.

We got to Pensacola and, for the first time in a year, the dogs were able to attack-retreat the ocean waves, which was fun. We tried to go out, but there just wasn’t a lot happening in Pensacola, so, after a few days, we moved. Tim was still feeling bad – fever, tummy, aches, etc. – talk about some bad food poisoning.

Back-tracking the route we did a few years ago, we ended up here, in Panama City. Tim’s Mom called him and immediately diagnosed him with such an extreme sickness, both Robin and I had to chuckle. No way did he have salmonella poisoning from the peanuts pictured above.

He had salmonella poisoning from the peanuts pictured above.

Poor guy is still at the tail end of it and both Robin and I have been emailing Mrs. Sisney for stock tips.

And here I sit – the wind blowing outside making the weather in the high-40′s. In f-ing Florida. We tried to play basketball yesterday, but blame the weather on our inability to even sum up that ole-childhood competitiveness that still finds itself in out-of-shape corners (read: Galaga. Current high score, asqueen – 134320).

It’s cold, Tim’s still at about 70% and there’s sadly nothing to do here. I know, right? Panama City, Spring Break! etc. Nothing. It’s a seasonal town, so beware.

Wait – this whole post sounds bored, and I’m not. I enjoy the downtime, seriously. We’re up at a decent hour, eating well, going to bed around midnight, it’s great.

I think I’m just on the bleh end of things as I’m not writing as much as I should be…I need a schedule, I think. But that entails planning.

And planning, well…

[Update]

Okay, so that post bored me to death (thank goodness for Tim’s ignoring FDA warnings or it would have been a wash), so I decided to race this Simply Sleep (non-habit forming, my ass) and add some girth to it, with…

Rules of The Bus!

Now, there’s a good chance that some of ya’ll will be joining us at some point, so you should know a few things about life in the O’Sisney Pub.

1. Take your shoes off – now, T&R are the nicest people in the world and I can tell they don’t like having to pass this on, so I will. Take ‘em off.

2. You have to sit down to pee-pee – while it’s an insanely large bathroom for a bus, it’s still situated in that…erm, spraying can occur. Which is not nice for anyone.

3. It’s also an Asian toilet in that toilet paper goes in the bin as not to clog up the hose that Tim has to empty and I keep promising to learn how to empty but always end up napping.*

4. No drinking before noon**

5. No drinking before working out/yoga

6. No asking – so, ‘Can I have some chips/a beer/some moisturizing lip balm?’, just take – if it’s not on this list of rules, then it’s allowed.

7. Please realize that pictures do not do the size of this bus. It’s massive – plan accordingly.

…and that’s it. A small price to pay for the most amazing way to travel.

*First pass can be thrown in toilet

** Unless you’re hungover and can make a mean Bloody Mary for the entire group