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.

Drinking wine out of a water glass

It's wrong, but I did it. Because I really, really needed to relax a little!! And no, I didn't FILL the glass! Thought about it..... Living in this tiny apartment is killer. It's like still being in a hotel room, but you have to do dishes and laundry. Speaking of laundry - that's what caused my "drinking problem". See, we have this laundry room - uh, laundry closet - and we put the dog's foldup crate in there.... well, I was washing clothes, the only nice stuff we have, because we were meeting Scooter's cousin for dinner... well, when I closed the door, the crate fell over, and there was no way to re-open that door! So I had a little melt-down moment.... then I used my head, hooked the dog leash to the crate, put it over the door, and pulled that sucker back into place. (I have a huge row of bruises up my arm where I had to cram it in the crack of the door.) Sheesh....life.

Now they want to take Scooter's company truck away (a company-wide decision) but that was one of the 'deal makers' in him accepting this job... no way we can afford to buy a car (and pay the gas).... dear Lord, if this means we have to stay in this apartment and not upgrade to the 2-bedroom!! Geez, I was bummed enough that we have to be in an apartment at all, but at least we could survive in the bigger one....sigh. I'm not sure I get this move at all....... trying not to panic...... 'cause next time, that water glass will be full!!

We really ARE there!

Virginia!! Wow, here we are. It is so beautiful here... and so far, the weather hasn't been horrible. I mean, humidity-wise. The trip was - loooooooong. As in over 2,600 miles long! We went through 13 states! The dog didn't mind, but can't say that about the cat, lol. What worked was tranquilizing him then letting him loose in the car.... he hunkered down beside the car door and back seat where my daughter was sitting, and then he was content - enough. It's interesting living in a tiny one bedroom apartment. Not nice - but interesting. Ha. It's been forever since I've lived in an apartment complex; it's really weird. Kiwi isn't doing well with the move - she's cranky, irritable, grumpy.... and just wants to "go home". sigh. It's hard being a mom, when the world is hard and you just can't fix it. When we get moved to the "big" apt. (still, half the size of the house we left behind) I will get my computer set up, then I'll have lots of pics to share with you!

And off I goooooooo......

Off my rocker, mostly. Someone - I suppose the packing guy - is gonna walk in here tomorrow and find me balled up in a corner, sobbing and gently rocking back and forth..... back and forth... back and forth...ah, that sounds so peaceful, so nice.....

It's seriously that bad. Today when Scooter called, all I could do was cry into the phone. Ridiculous. Saturday afternoon was Kiwi's birthday party, and I spent the morning alternately yelling, then crying...sobbing, really. Now, I've moved a lot. You'd think I could deal with it. I usually do. Not this time. I'm not sure why, I guess because I'm having to do it all alone, as a "single mom", and really, I think it's finally hit me that I am moving 2,500 miles away from my family and friends. And I really don't like that.

So, I thought I'd post one last time before the men in the white coats come to take me away....

Okay, it's really because after tomorrow this computer will be packed up, and I really haven't got a clue when I will be back online.... so, if you think about us, pray for our trip and our move and my sanity.... oh, and that Kiwi finds her Nintendo DS.... needed for the trip, but missing-in-action as of this moment.

I will check back in....later!