July 27th, 2010 | Author: trancejen
So. We have bumped up the move another week.
We have a really good reason this time.
I swear.
We’re not just procrastinating.
Honest.
I think.
We made the decision to not hire movers because estimates around here started at around three hundred and fifty dollars, which was a little too rich for our blood.
This left us with my mother, who weighs forty-six pounds and is functionally useless, my stepdad, who is highly arthritic and is functionally useless; and myself, who has four slipped discs and frequent seizures; and, well, you get the drift.
We were all ready to rock and roll this weekend and are largely packed, but who would we get to help us? The answer was simple. My redneck relatives are both burly and as strong as oxen, so we made the call last night.
Unfortunately, they are going camping this weekend (of course), so it was a no-go. Next weekend, however, they said they’d be thrilled to help.
So, next weekend it is. If we don’t leave this house by next weekend I am going to just leave all my shit here and hitchhike to the new house.
I’m so ready, damn it.
In other news, I have been relentlessly flirting via e-mail with Mr. Tall, and I think I really like this guy. He’s pretty quick. I’m not about to jump headfirst into anything, but I’m fairly optimistic. He seems like a happy guy, which pleases me to no end.
I could use a little happy.
In still other news, I’ve grown to realize that I have too much stuff. Not even useful stuff, just STUFF. Candles. Picture frames. Baskets. Doodads. Whatsits.
Rather than dragging all this stuff to the new house and going through it then, which has been my rather stupid plan, I think I’m going to start sifting through it all today and getting rid of some of it.
Who needs fifty candles? Not me. I’m not running a bordello. And while I would dearly love to have the space to hang a hundred framed photos, it just ain’t gonna happen.
I have to condense.
That’s what’s happening.
The J-Man woke up early yesterday, scaring the shit out of my mother, who really doesn’t expect anyone to be walking by at six-thirty AM.
He turned, and in his best Batman voice, said, “I am your worst nightmare.”
I don’t know whether I’m raising him wrong, or really, really right.
Happy Tuesday.
Ha! My vote is for “really, really right.” The apple? It does not fall far.
Doesn’t it feel great to get rid of stuff?! I sorted through and disposed of most of my stuff prior to my last move and I am forever grateful I did that. It’s SO much harder to do later when you’re not really forced to. I ended up with a handful of boxes to go through post move. Have I? Uh, no.
Nope, that apple is RIGHT HERE. lol…
It does feel good to purge. A lot of this stuff, I don’t know why I was holding onto it. Mostly burned candles and ugly frames? Bah.
I vote for “really, really right” as well. Care to come and clean out my basement? No? Oh, all right.
I was laughing so hard I almost pee’d myself. That was awesome. “I am your worst nightmare”
You are soooo raising him right.
Moving rates for end of month are usually jacked in my experience because so many people move then and they are in such demand that they can change what they please.
Best moving advice I ever got: make sure your bed is put together before the movers leave and pack your toilet paper in a box that is easy to find. Heh.
That IS good advice, Shawn.
Nightowl, he’s just a trip. The kid is twisted.
And Mary, you know I love you, but NO.
I think J-man is awesome! You’re doing a PHENOMENALLY good job! I wish I lived closer to you. I’m a closet hoarder of frames and candles.
I’m glad things are fun with Tall guy. Coming from somebody in a similar boat (health sucks, single parent), where do you go online to meet people? When is it okay to divulge the health subject? I have had many problems with this in the past. I don’t have seizures, but I have black out migraines that can last for days and I just had a spinal fusion and not moving well a lot of the time. My son thinks I have the biggest bladder in the world, because how can I sleep so long and not have to go to the bathroom. Feel free to email me in private if you’d like but seriously, inquiring minds want to know!
I’m very happy for you that you have cemented all the business with the move. I wish you all the very best and can’t wait to read about your step-dad and Skittles and all the other fun stuff of getting acquainted will bring!!
Jennie, you didn’t put in your e-mail addy!
I thought you could see what I had in the email feed. Whoops!!! My personal email addy is crsntmoongirl@yahoo.com. Look forward to hearing from you!