The DRIVE that is…..the drive out to the land of far, far away. Luckily, my dad will be with me, so we should make ok time. If I was on my own, we wouldn’t make it out of this state!
So, the car’s all loaded. The pod’s being picked up this morning. And it is almost time to hit the road. For 4 days….EH.
Are we there yet? First stop on this wonderful journey is a quick visit to Hacim.
PS Today’s the shortest day…..my Dad is in for it, huh? 
So, this week hasn’t been all bad…..here’s the good:
Pod’s all loaded and ALMOST everything fit….
Pretty close to what mine looks like...I need to take a pic still!
My little sis surprised me with this amazing shirt! (yes, it’s a girl blowing her brains out…) Morbid, maybe. Fitting, yes.
Pure AWESOMENESS
AND saving BEST for LAST: my TEAM won TODAY! GLOAT, GLOAT, GLOAT! ( I think it’s cause I wore my lucky tee)
Take that you DIRTY SCUM DEVILS
This is Mike.
He is my sister’s bro in law and my honorary bro in law only because of this.
He came in as a surprise for T-Day, but no one cared. Ok, I am totally kidding–his mom was happy to see him, but this was his 5 minutes claim to fame, so he can feel better about himself. See how generouse I am?
Claim to fame: OVER.
Now, T-Day dinner was amazing, and filling, so much so, that after dinner all the kids sprawled out on the couch with their pants unbuttoned. It was DEAD SEXY…..
In walks mom-in-law saying she has to show us something AMAZING. We all grumbled a bit, but eventually thought maybe whatever she had to show us COULD be cool and perhaps life changing.
Now, imagine 7-8 people ambling down to see this myserious amazing object…..are you ready for this? Really ready?
We walked stumbled through the whole neighborhood to see…..
ASTRO TURF…..
feeling the astro turf....yep
Last night they delivered the pod to start loading all my stuff up in.
Traffic on my way into work today (yes it is my last day). Traffic is not something I will miss, fyi. But, it makes me sad….ok, mad….but it rhymes with sad, plus you needed a little SARCASM thrown in there for good measure ;)
Eating at Jersey Mike’s —since the nearest one in the land of Far, Far Away is FAR! (And yes, I might DIE if you are wondering, I already started a petition–any Jersey Mike’s owners out there…please contact me for details of exactly WHERE I need you to open a store)
Watching (for hours) Dawson’s Creek with my sisters…..it is therapy for the soul. Oh to be in highschool again….
And most of all, I will miss you, work. I really will. I will especially miss my friends there. Look what one of my co-workers left me as a parting gift…..Do you get the SUBTEXT? THANK YOU! I am going to miss you guys!
Thank you, wise friend...this might help me through the holidays....
This weekend marks the big duel in the desert/territorial cup game! It is the WILDCATS versus the Scum Devils. And for those of you that may not remember: I. AM. A. DIE. HARD. WILDCAT.
Last year, we got to go to the game. This year, with the move upon me, there is no way I will be able to be there in person. But you can bet that I will be watching it on TV. Oh you can bet on it!
GO CATS! Only 4 more days! I LOVE a good rivalry!
Sparky will fry...
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...
I fear that something is wrong with me. I fear my life may be coming to a cataclysmic end.
Why?
Yesterday I was at work and was walking around when I heard IT. Yes, IT. The “it” was the sound of Christmas music BLARING through the speakers.
I am not ok with this. It’s only NOVEMBER, not even THANKSGIVING yet. Now, normally I would be full of Christmas cheer by now. But, the first thought that came through my mind was: WTF, Christmas music ALREADY? BAH HUMBUG.
I blame Starbucks and those missing red sprinkles.
Whatever is happening to me?
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...
If you recall, my car and I were having difficulites.
Now that I am getting ready to drive across country the mere thought of having to listen to the radio 4 days straight….TERRIFIES me. So, I gave Hubby an ultimatum:
Me: OMG I am freaking out.
Hubby: Why?
Me: My car stereo doesn’t work, remember? I have about 5 cds stuck in there!
Hubby: Oh yea.
Me: And I am thinking 4 days worth of me, my dad and Patches in the car…will get OLD quickly without any music to be had! (Sorry dad, I know you are a scintillating conversationalist, but we both know WE NEED music!)
Hubby: So what do you want me to do about it?
Me: Buy me an iphone thing I can plug into my speakers….
Hubby: What’s in it for me?
Me: Me coming out there….OR not….your choice!
Guess what’s in the mail… 
MUST.HAVE.MUSIC
So, this should be no real big surprise to most of you, but I. HATE. MOVING.
It’s actually on par with how much I HATE DRIVING in morning traffic. And you know that’s HUGE.
Moving across country? Even worse.
I mean sure, I don’t have much. I pretty much have a very basic man pad that I have been living in these past few months while Hubby moved to the land of far, far away. And now the time has come for me to move with him to the land of far, far away. And while I missed Hubby at times, i.e. eating cereal all the time is not as cool as it sounds….I am not looking forward to the journey out there.
Why? Well, I HATE packing. I hate the upheaval. It makes me crazy. I know, I know you already THINK I am crazy.
Let’s just see if I make it out alright…..I fear I may end up in the funny farm.
