Monday, July 27, 2009

How NOT to move; part 2


Do not move into a place much, much smaller than your last home....this necessitates cramming all your belongings into a storage unit, which you will be forced to visit time and time again, trying - often unsuccessfully - to find stuff. This will make you crabby. Okay, totally pissed off. Angry at the packers for not understanding the importance of properly marking the contents of boxes. Angry at yourself for not doing it yourself in the first place because then the boxes would be properly marked. Also, if it's Virginia in the summer, this will make you very, very hot. And disgustingly sweaty.

I swear we have opened and looked thru every box marked "girl's room" and as of yet there are no signs of Kiwi's beloved (and crazy expensive) babydolls. By the time we find them, she'll be dating and not even interested in dolls anymore! Criminy.

So here's a suggestion: Sell everything you own - furniture, dishes, clothes - the whole 9 yards. Keep what you can pack in say, oh, 10 boxes. You'll be able to find what you packed, and instead of the headache of hunting for stuff, you'll have the joy of shopping. That'd be win-win!!

Thursday, July 23, 2009


Yeah, I know, I've been AWOL.... well, I won't have internet at my apt. 'til Aug. 6th, so it's been really hard to get here... but, just wanted to say "hey" and let y'all know I am still alive..... barely....alive....geez, it's so stinkin' humid here!! I've never sweat so much in my life, I swear!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

And on it goes....

Well.... yeah, I know, deep subject. I don't have much to say (which is amazing, if you really knew me!) Kiwi really misses "home", Scooter wants to quit his job, I am having to get on the case of the apt. management because we were supposed to have moved into our "big" apartment, and yet it hasn't even been cleaned.... seriously?? Urg. I can't even tell Scooter how I really feel about the apt., because he is already getting depressed.... besides, it's not like he can do a darn thing about it, anyway....

Oh - wait - I said I wasn't going to complain, didn't I?! Oops. Alright, then , I gotta go.....


Wednesday, July 1, 2009

A Little Perspective

Funny how life turns.... when you feel that your life is so tough, and you're enjoying your little pity party, something happens that reminds you how good you really have it. Yesterday Scooter called from work and he sounded pretty upset - of course my first thought was "what have the corporate jerks done now" but, it was worse... two of his employees were out on a call; the driver was not paying attention, lost control of the car on a curve, and hit a tree. The driver was fine, a few bumps and bruises.... but the passenger lost his life.

My life is blessed.... my little family is all here, together. I won't gripe about being cramped.