I have been an uber-slacker since coming home from my trip, and this is a Very Bad Thing, because hey, I am moving in THREE MONTHS.
Moving. To another house. One that does NOT have two garages and a basement that will take kindly to being crammed to capacity with mountains of crap.
I need to get cracking, by cracky.
My mom did some major basement-cleaning in my absence, and I now need to do things like Craigslist my weight bench (I do not lift weights) and the treadmill (the treadmill only works sporadically) and the huge metal desk (AGH) and everything else I think that someone might want (haul out of the basement).
I also need to start packing up books. I have six bookshelves full of books in the TranceCave, and although both my mom and stepdad think I am clinically insane for bringing them all, YOU DON’T GET RID OF BOOKS. Books are non-negotiable, at least in my book.
Then we have the war of the cats. He has two and we have three, and neither of us are willing to budge regarding our respective numbers, but neither of us want five cats in the big house.
Five cats are a lot. Five cats are definitely grounds for mockery.
Part of me really wants to just secede from the family and go on and get my own little apartment somewhere and leave them to this madness.
Then I remember I have the kid, who needs driving and all that stuff.
Damn.
In other news, the J-Man informed me yesterday that it is TIME for me to start dating again.
He was very no-nonsense about the whole thing and informed me that if I didn’t pick someone, he would.
This terrifies me.
I have been asked out, but I’ve just been sort of… meh about the whole thing.
It’s just so… difficult.
I don’t know if I’m just in a five-mile radius that boasts men who are utterly devoid of personality or whether I somehow bring that out in folks, but I’ve definitely met a lot of The Boring and The Jerky during the times in which I’ve been out and about.
It’s disheartening.
Plus there’s the whole I-fall-down-a-lot-and-don’t-drive thing. I’m never quite sure how to broach that little discussion.
I don’t know.
I am interested to see who my kid would pick for me.
Probably an avid video gamer who really likes ice cream and drives a really cool car.
That wouldn’t be entirely bad. Maybe I should give him free rein.
Happy Wednesday.

Three months? ACK. You better get on the stick, Lady! Moving sucks.
I would love to see who J. would choose for you. Hee.
I agree – I’ve moved many times and it’s always more pleasant to move a bit at a time rather than freaking out and trying to cram it all in a couple of days. Plus three months gives you the luxury to deal with sell-able crap in a way to bring in some cash via eBay/Craigslist/garage sale versus dumping it in the alley to get picked over.
As for dating, have you tried eHarmony or eChemistry? Veronica is trying one or both of those sites now so you two could commiserate about either the awesomeness or suckitude (she found Match.com to be too ‘hook-uppy’)of their merits.
I think J would choose someone cool for me. He has good taste.
Dating sites SCARE me. So far I have only done one, but it was eeeeeeeeevil. Maybe I will chat Veronica up and see what she thinks.
I hear you on the cat issue. I inherited two when my mom died and I already had two. The four of them live with us in a smallish (1000 square foot) house and we make it work. It helps that one cat lives outside almost all the time and one is 19 and never moves. What we found was that as long as everyone gets enough attention, food, and has their own sleeping spot, it works out okay. It took about 6 months for all of them to get along. Good luck with your move. Moving sucks.
Moving does suck.
Personally I feel my stepdad should ditch his cats, because he doesn’t have a RELATIONSHIP with them the way we do with ours, but he disagrees. Bleh…
That came out all wrong…
Lol – we have 6 cats. Let that sink in…yes 6 CATS!. Only had 2, took 2 in from my brother and his wife so they wouldn’t end up in the humane society (i.e. dead) and then inherited 2 more! Plus we have a 90lb dog half lab/half great dane. (would that make him a Labradane?)
All the cats are indoors (cause we have coyotes) and we survive because we have the cat genie. http://www.catgenie.com/
This might make it bearable for everyone.
Oh my GOD! SIX! The cat genie looks cool, though.