Blue jean baby, L.A. Lady, she was a seamstress for the band.

I am typing this from my parents' computer, and it may be a while before I can update again.

It's 11:16, and we leave in three hours.

Our house is empty.

Today was a sad day. We said goodbye to friends, family and a home we love a lot.

Over the last week, since I last wrote, we packed a house, loaded a 53 foot semi from my friend's trucking company, swore, sweated, yelled and otherwise convinced ourselves to hire a moving company next time. Or never move again. All our stuff, furniture, and my car fit on that thing.

I am pretty sad right now, and I need to get to sleep.

Then we have to drive 18 hours via Interstate 90. We'll get to around Sturgis (Yee-haw, Demi!), and cut northwest on 212, cutting an hour or so off the drive and meet up with 90 again.

Tony, Alison, Birdy, Ann, Micah, Wendy, Chris, mom, dad, Monnie- Thank you for all the help. We love you and we miss you already.

I'll update from Big Sky Country in a few days.

Dude, I'm getting a Dell.