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? 
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....
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...
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.
So today I am working on stifiling the sarcasm cause I am told sometimes I go a little overboard.
So, I went to the bank to figure out my change of address information because I was having problems with my zip code on my debit card. I figured it would be best to just go into the bank and make sure all accounts were being correctly forwarded to the land of FAR, FAR Away, like pronto since I will be headed out there ASAP.
So I get to the bank and this is how the conversation goes:
Me: Hi, I need to make sure my address is correct in the system. Plus I am moving….
Bank Girl: Oh. Ok. Let’s see. Hmm yea your address isn’t correct on all your accounts. What do you want to change it to?
Me: Ok, it needs to be changed to 123 SNOW SUCKS Land of Far, Far Away 12345 (note this is an imaginary address)
Bank Girl: Hmmmm that is FAR! Why do you want to move out there?
Me: Oh, I don’t know. I got a job and the Hubby lives out there.
Bank Girl: Oh I see. Well, hmmmmmmm there are not any of our banks out there!
Me: I know! It’s like an alternate universe! (cue Twilight Zone music)
Bank Girl: Hmmm well the closest bank that you can use is in a town called Perryville.
Me: Where’s that?
Bank Girl: I don’t know. It ends in a state called MD? Do you know what that means?
Me: Uhhh yea. That’s Maryland. Yup.
Bank Girl: Isn’t that where Washington, DC is?
Me: Yea….. (stifiling a smart-aleck comment)
Bank Girl: You are so smart! Must be cause you work for a College!
Me: Must be….
So the cat is finally out of the bag, I suppose. Hubby got offered a job in a Land Far, Far Away from where we live now. This has come with excitement (yay money) and much sadness, on my part, because I LOVE being close to torturing my sisters and I actually don’t mind where we live right now (and yes that is HUGE cause I am the biggest complainer usually–I know you all find that hard to believe—but I can admit to some small flaws in my character, I guess it comes with the GENIUS—small price to pay).
But, money doesn’t grow on trees and thus I am staying behind to work and keep the cash coming in for now. Hence, the apartment and the crazy psycho killer that lives upstairs. With that being said, I have mixed feelings of sadness (yea, I might actually miss Hubby–but please don’t tell him) and dreams of bachelorette days ahead of me. This DOES mean, I can now party and live it up sans Hubby, right?
Right?
Ok, maybe not, you damn party poopers! But now you know, if I start these long, rambling blog posts it’s because I am home alone, with no one to talk to but Patches and well, we don’t even have TV! So, dear readers, it is your job to keep me entertained and to talk to me every now and then to make sure I’m not crazy…or better yet make sure the crazy psycho killer upstairs doesn’t get me! K?
BUT, Hubby and I were talking the other night and I think he is worried that I might kill Patches. Yup, Patches stayed behind cause she wants to live it up bachelorette style too….
Hubby: What will you eat?
(We ALL KNOW that I don’t cook–that’s why I got married—and yes I AM my Father’s daughter…but I can boil water! Sorry, Dad!)
Me: Hmmm well, I suppose I will be on the No Fail Diet.
Hubby: What is that?
Me: Well, I will eat TONS of cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner and Patches will eat LOTS of scraps.
Hubby: You both are going to be malnourished by the time I see you next.
Me: I prefer to think we will both be skinny!
Hubby: Don’t kill my dog.
Anyone out there want to cook for me? I think I can go months on cereal…
mmm cereal (who wants to bet I hate cereal after one week?)
Well, it’s move day here at the funny farm (that’d be work…for those of you that couldn’t figure it out).
THANK GOODNESS it is ALMOST over….you know what that means right? My days as “elected move captain” are almost over. Sigh, whatever will I do with myself?
What will I do to celebrate? (Drink, yes…but also a vacation is on the horizon!)
Sar and I are flying out Thursday night for some fun sister/cousin/family reunion time! We are pretty excited and I am sure the good ol fam will give me lots of material…they usually do!
Wish me luck!
I know I am an irratible person by nature, but everyone has these, right? I mean, I can’t be the only irrational one out there that sees something or someone and thinks WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THAT PERSON, right?
1. Bad drivers. You know the ones that don’t use their signals, weave in and out of traffic , tailgate you and then flip you off. Yup those ones. Those are the types that I want to kill and maim. Do you think I have road rage?
2. Moving. I really despise moving and packing up boxes.
3. People who don’t say what they mean. Just be frank with me. I can handle it, but I am not going to play the mindreading game with you…..either say what you mean, mean what you say or just say nothing. ( I think I prefer the latter)
4. No, seriously. I REALLY HATE MOVING.
5. Waiting. I am the most impatient person EVER. I can barely contain myself if someone tells me to WAIT….eh.
6. Have I mentioned yet, that I HATE moving?
