Virginia VS. Idaho

Just a few thoughts ~

Idaho has mountains.
Virginia has hills.

Idaho has wide open spaces.
Virginia is covered in trees.

Idaho has fry sauce. (yummm)
Virginia has peanut soup. (also yummm)

Idaho has tons of wildlife that you rarely see.
Virginia has deer on every roadside - and some critters I think are groundhogs? And wild bunnies on the lawn.

Idaho is so dry you wither.
Virginia is so humid you mildew.

Virginia has history and artifacts and great shopping.
Idaho has my family and friends.

I really like Virginia... but I really, really miss Idaho.

Will I ever be good about posting here??!

I had an old blog (on another site) and blogged daily.... now, I just hardly ever get online. I guess I'll blame it on moving - I've got stuff to do, ya know! Like, right now, I am supposed to be emptying more boxes. Ugh. I am tired of it all - but, I'm more tired of tripping over stuff in this too-full and messy apartment, so I guess I'll get busy. Besides - my mother-in-law is coming to visit next week. I am so not ready for guests! She's coming for Kiwi's birthday, tho, so I can't really tell her not to come...

Today is my birthday. (another year older and deeper in debt.... isn't that a song? Lol)

I was thinking.... since I finally got my pics downloaded, next week I am going to do a day-by-day play-by-play of our trip out here. Go back in time to the beginning of life in Virginia....

Here's a sample:

Nearly loaded and (physically) ready to go... mentally, not so much!

May I please go home now?

I'm done here. I am homesick and physically sick and I just want my mom. Lol... But seriously, I do want to go back home. To my family. To familiarity. To dry heat. To a back yard to toss the dog in when she's got the shoots. Yeah. Urgh.

Okay, I'll quit moaning - time to get back to what I was doing earlier - lying on the couch, holding my aching gut, watching Spongebob, and feeling sorry for myself. Oooh - maybe I'll cry a little.....

How NOT to move; part 2

Seriously?!

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!!

hi!

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!

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.....

Cheers!

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.