The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

If you put a group of girls together issues arise.  If you put a group of girls together with a few boys sprinkled in, issues still arise.

Each girl wants to be in charge, each girl wants to look the best, and each will try to win.

This does not change whether the girls are friends or sisters. The only thing that changes is HOW they try to get the control. 

I experienced a different level of GT a couple of days ago, I say different because I am used to my sister’s unique levels of GT as well as their usual weapons of choice.  I.E Screaming, yelling, threats to get me to do things for them, or even them taking something I want and using it for their own gain.  They essentially become a tag team when we live in the same house.  Basically it’s always two against one with us.  As long as someone that isn’t us is losing we are cool with that.

I can ignore their joint GT because it is a usual occurrence.  It is a part of my everyday life. 

Outside GT on the other hand is a difficult, daunting, or even draining experience because it is an assault on all one’s senses.  It is something that no one is used to, therefore you have no defense. 

With my sisters I can at least logic that they are my blood and never really could or would hate or judge me.  I believe for as much as sisters torture you-they also are a built in support system.  They tear you down so no one else can.  Sick I know.   

Anyway- when you grow up with specific attacks you need no defense it CAN NOT and will NOT tear you down.  It is the background music to your life.

Outside attacks on the other hand are a different breed.  They are like a horror movie that makes you jump repeatedly because you never know what is coming.  Are they attacking you with niceties?  Sass?  Sarcasm?  You never know what the battle will be….

There is no way, absolutely no way to get around GT.  At most you will be able to ignore familiar GT.

GT can be expected at work, home or play.

At best it is confusing and at worst GT is emotionally draining.

WARNING- GT- can be illustrated by; whining, crying, arguing, yelling, any device to help you get your way-sometimes even silence is utilized.  Short spurts of niceties complete with backhanded comments are a sign that GT has struck again!

So, my sister informed me today that she feels out of touch since I have fallen behind in my blogging. BUT, in my defense, I HAVE been traveling!

My dad and I made it to the land of Far, Far Away last night. It was the LONGEST. TRIP. EVER. But, we made it in one piece and made it without killing each other….barely.

Here’s the trip in pictures, now you can feel like you were there with us the WHOLE TIME, LUCKY YOU:

Day 1: Driving FOREVER…..but there was snow….EW

SNOW....EWWW

Made it to Hacim’s…..where he promptly took us to my favorite BBQ place Rudy’s. To which I promplty took a picture to send to Hubby….you know,  just to rub it in his face that I was having it and he WASN’T.

me: mmm brisket hubby: rude me: mmmmmm

OMG ARE WE THERE YET???? (not even close)

Snow. EWWWWW

seriously, ARE.WE.THERE.YET?

View from the hotel....

Life is rough.....eh?

The Sneaky Sneakster...

And that my friends….is the trip in a nutshell….did ya miss me?

Dear Packing Fairies,

I would appreciate it if you could finish packing up the whole apartment while I am at work today. I’m not that picky, so if you have to throw crap away, that’s fine with me. Also if you could stack it up nice and easy by the door that would be great too.

I appreciate your help in the matter. As I am WAY too busy to be bothered with all this packing mumbo jumbo. I mean, come on, it is CRITICAL that I finish watching Dawson’s Creek tonight.

Thanks,

The ANTI packing girl

Baby Steps...

Sar: I am coming over to help you pack.

Me: Ok, good. I have SO.MUCH.TO.DO.

Sar: Yea, I know. I am coming over cause I am AMAZING.

Me: Ok.

5 minutes upon her arrival

Sar: So, what’s for dinner?

Me: I don’t know everything’s packed and I don’t eat!

Sar: Ok, let’s order pizza and watch Dawson’s Creek!

Me: But, we are SUPPOSED to be packing….

Sar: Nah, this is more fun….

guilty pleasures...

Well, for the next 2 days at work, I will be assisting with our move to a new location. I was “elected” move captain. Yea, I am SUPER excited. Trying to hide all my excitement, though I am sure you all can feel the excitement seeping through my blog….right?

Oh AND the stupid internet people won’t be able to hook up our internet until Monday night. So, dear readers, try and survive the weekend without me cause I know I will miss you all! Hopefully soon everything will get better….I think I might take some days off next week just to recover from my life and my destiny to become a professional mover.

And the fun continues. The “official moving weekend” is now upon us. Anyone out there want to come and help out?

Yea, I didn’t think so….it doesn’t hurt to ask though. It should be cooler today only 100, according to the weather channel…..

So, let me know…..I’m never one to turn down free help!

Oh, and one more thing, do you think the NOT IT rules work in this situation? Here’s hoping!

So, I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been avoiding calling our landlord because well it’s just ONE MORE thing I have to deal with and I am just not up for it.

Last night was the last night I could avoid her, she left me a long message. Here’s how it went (now don’t get me wrong, she is nice and all….BUT, the pressure of everything is getting to me):

voicemail

Landlord: SO, we need to touch base. I was just wondering if maybe I could get the keys back from you tomorrow and we could get everything sorted out?

Me (cursing under my breath at the voicemail): WHA? Tomorrow is ONLY WEDNESDAY! We have til Monday, right?

Terror grips my heart as I screech at Hubby

Hubby: Yea, just call her back and tell her.

Me (again, this lady is so nice, but I have reached my limit remember): WHY is EVERYONE so dumb? I cannot take the stress anymore. I am cracked…everywhere. Why does everyone want something from me.

Hubby: Just call her. Tell her she has to wait til Monday.

So, I call her. With that I tell her there is no way, unless hell freezes over, which who knows…it might…that I can get the keys to her before Monday, June 1. I mean that is what our lease goes to…..to which she is completely kind about. As I continue on about how work is killing me, and I can’t take a day off this week due to a major report being due and I have ulcers, and I am dying, and my sisters are out of town…and we just got the apartment and there isn’t enough time in the day….well, I think you get my drift.

So, anyways….yup, that’s my life right now…..Danger ahead. Steer clear!

Me: SO whose idea was it to move during summer? 

Me: I am never moving during summertime AGAIN.

Me: IT’S SO HOT OUTSIDE.

Me: I think I have heat stroke. I’m dying.

Me: Are we done yet?

Me: How much more do we still have?

Hubby: Are you DONE complaining yet?

Me: No. Not really.

Hubby: All you do is complain and moan.

Me: Yup, I don’t deny it. But, that is because I have reached my capacity level of how much I can handle. I am out of steam.

And after this weekend….with our animal farm of dogs. I think between me, all the dogs, lack of sleep and our chaotic mess of a house….Hubby has reached his capacity of things he can take too….

Moving Sucks. Enough said.

Oh Yay! You only need to sign a FEW pages...

So, after lunch today, Hubby and I went to go see CCCAG to sign the lease over at the apartment. Yea, we were gonna do it last week, but I just couldn’t bring myself to face Miss Peppy.

Today, I could do it.

Today, I could FACE HER.

I plastered on my fake smile, entered the office with a cheerful demeanor and dragged Hubby in. He was more of the one who couldn’t handle CCCAG in all her glory today. It was ME who was the strong one. So, there we are signing the 1,250 pages that was our lease. Yea, and you think I am kidding. But, I’m not exaggerating. It was excrutiatingly annoying.

Yes, I won’t sue you if I fall on my ass and break it out by the pool. sign here.

Yes, I promise not to use a rug that has vinyl on the linoleum because it makes the linoleum turn yellow…WHA? sign here.

Yes, I promise not to spill koolaid all over the carpet. sign here.

Yes, I promise not to let some drifter live with me and not make them pay rent. sign here.

Yes, I promise to pay rent on time or get charged 1 million in late fees. sign here.

Yes, I promise not to park in a spot that IS NOT mine. sign here.

Well you get my drift….it was an increasingly FUN afternoon.

CCCAG: WAIT!

Me and Hubby roll our eyes at each other.

CCCAG: Don’t you have a dog? Hmmmm oh yea, it’s a girl collie, right?

Me: Yup

CCCAG: OH yea! DID YOU know I saw a collie a few days after you guys first came here to view the apartment?

Me (thinking…and I care because?): Oh, wow…so neat.

And that my friends, is hopefully the last time we have to come near the office. Apparently there is a drop box for rent checks…and that is about as close as I plan to get….