I'm The One Who Leaves

My friend Dave got an awesome job in Mobile and is moving away today. 

This is all wrong.

I'm the one who gets the new job, I'm the one who moves away. 

Dave, Chuck and I have hung out and eaten lunch together for the past few years now, nearly every day. It's probably safe to say that we three odd ducks made kindred spirits over lunch time and so, today is going to be really sad when I have to say goodbye. 

The lunch bunch will never be the same without you.

But I know your new gig is going to be great.

I'm The One Who Leaves

My friend Dave got an awesome job in Mobile and is moving away today. 

This is all wrong.

I'm the one who gets the new job, I'm the one who moves away. 

Dave, Chuck and I have hung out and eaten lunch together for the past few years now, nearly every day. It's probably safe to say that we three odd ducks made kindred spirits over lunch time and so, today is going to be really sad when I have to say goodbye. 

The lunch bunch will never be the same without you.

But I know your new gig is going to be great.

What You Don't Want To Find

So since I haven't unpacked properly anywhere we've lived since 1999 it's sort of been a running joke that I'll be amazed what we'll find when I finally DO so.

And of course I aimed to open a box a day, or a box a week and get this stuff DONE but you know what, /FAIL.

Regardless of all that, do you know what you don't want to find, when you moved into your new house in July 2008 and today is March 19 2009.

You don't want to find the box labeled food.

We're so excited! Who's coming to dinner??

What You Don't Want To Find

So since I haven't unpacked properly anywhere we've lived since 1999 it's sort of been a running joke that I'll be amazed what we'll find when I finally DO so.

And of course I aimed to open a box a day, or a box a week and get this stuff DONE but you know what, /FAIL.

Regardless of all that, do you know what you don't want to find, when you moved into your new house in July 2008 and today is March 19 2009.

You don't want to find the box labeled food.

We're so excited! Who's coming to dinner??

The Box Spring Carnage of 08

As you may recall, we couldn't get our box springs up our stairs. There is a lowered ceiling at the landing turn of the stairs, and it wouldn't clear the ceiling or make the turn.

We've been sleeping on the floor for almost a week now, and the collegiate novelty of it has worn off frankly.

So our first course of action was to take off the front door of the house - as this would let us come in at a better/different angle.

So we did that. Off came the door (oh by the way those are a bitch to put back - did you know that?).

And it still wouldn't go. We got it up about two stairs higher and then, again, it stuck. No room to move, slide or otherwise GO.

Except - it was shoving into the ceiling at the corner of the lowered portion of the stairwell.......in fact - that portion was SOFT in spots. We had shoved the top corner side of the box spring INTO the ceiling about an inch.

As though the previous owners had this exact problem and had patched it with a lot of stucco on their way out the door.

So, we did what we had to do.....and The Husband got his hammer.

And took out the spots that were causing us to get stuck. (that is the ceiling over the turn in my stairs pictured below).

Guess whose bedroom is now put together - mattress sitting on box springs properly?

When this house goes back on the market, it'll be listed as "partially furnished" and include one much used queen bed. I promise you that. I will never drag that effing thing down the stairs again. Or ask my husband to.

He got me a present though - despite the fact that HE is the one who probably needs one. I had trouble getting it to focus properly - but you should be able to see that it is the WASH AWAY YOUR SINS COIN PURSE.

It includes these instructions on the back

1. Accumulate small change for little white lies.

2. Amass large bills for tougher sins

3. Carry thy load to house of worship

4. Repent for wrong doing

5. Activate absolution by gently pouring sin-savings on to collection plate

6. Go forth cleansed from sin and ready to do it again

It also says that it is manufactured by Quality Sin Removers.

The Box Spring Carnage of 08

As you may recall, we couldn't get our box springs up our stairs. There is a lowered ceiling at the landing turn of the stairs, and it wouldn't clear the ceiling or make the turn.

We've been sleeping on the floor for almost a week now, and the collegiate novelty of it has worn off frankly.

So our first course of action was to take off the front door of the house - as this would let us come in at a better/different angle.

So we did that. Off came the door (oh by the way those are a bitch to put back - did you know that?).

And it still wouldn't go. We got it up about two stairs higher and then, again, it stuck. No room to move, slide or otherwise GO.

Except - it was shoving into the ceiling at the corner of the lowered portion of the stairwell.......in fact - that portion was SOFT in spots. We had shoved the top corner side of the box spring INTO the ceiling about an inch.

As though the previous owners had this exact problem and had patched it with a lot of stucco on their way out the door.

So, we did what we had to do.....and The Husband got his hammer.

And took out the spots that were causing us to get stuck. (that is the ceiling over the turn in my stairs pictured below).

Guess whose bedroom is now put together - mattress sitting on box springs properly?

When this house goes back on the market, it'll be listed as "partially furnished" and include one much used queen bed. I promise you that. I will never drag that effing thing down the stairs again. Or ask my husband to.

He got me a present though - despite the fact that HE is the one who probably needs one. I had trouble getting it to focus properly - but you should be able to see that it is the WASH AWAY YOUR SINS COIN PURSE.

It includes these instructions on the back

1. Accumulate small change for little white lies.

2. Amass large bills for tougher sins

3. Carry thy load to house of worship

4. Repent for wrong doing

5. Activate absolution by gently pouring sin-savings on to collection plate

6. Go forth cleansed from sin and ready to do it again

It also says that it is manufactured by Quality Sin Removers.

In A Near Case of Irony........

As we pulled out from our "closer to Atlanta gang-ridden neighborhood" we stopped at a stoplight in a commercial area.

On the corner, to our left, is a dry cleaner. It always looked like a relatively NICE dry cleaner. Surrounding it were about 25 cops with their weapons drawn, in various "I am shielding myself from someone dangerous" poses. The police dogs were straining at their handlers leash.....and all I could think was.....

SHIT.

Here I sit, with my family, trying to escape this freaking hell and now we're going to get killed in a shoot out at the damn dry cleaner AS WE LEAVE.

In other news, did you know I am an expert big rig driver?

Don't be fooled - it's a big truck.
My husband asked me I could drive it, and I said yes. He didn't ask me if I had EVER driven one this big - and I had not. He also didn't ask me if I could back it up. Which I barely could. Jeeez.

And just one more pic to scare you - this is my garage ......
There were THREE full truck loads.

And so much love to my wonderful husband, who moved our entire lives including furniture weighing hundreds of pounds - basically by himself - doing 99.999% of the work........I love you baby thank you.
This is him - with the LAST BOX. And this was the LEAST amount he sweated during the process. He worked so hard, it scared me a little - I've NEVER seen anyone move so much alone.

And of course the kid had to have a shot with the truck. This picture was his idea, so I had to share it because it cracked me up a bit.

In A Near Case of Irony........

As we pulled out from our "closer to Atlanta gang-ridden neighborhood" we stopped at a stoplight in a commercial area.

On the corner, to our left, is a dry cleaner. It always looked like a relatively NICE dry cleaner. Surrounding it were about 25 cops with their weapons drawn, in various "I am shielding myself from someone dangerous" poses. The police dogs were straining at their handlers leash.....and all I could think was.....

SHIT.

Here I sit, with my family, trying to escape this freaking hell and now we're going to get killed in a shoot out at the damn dry cleaner AS WE LEAVE.

In other news, did you know I am an expert big rig driver?

Don't be fooled - it's a big truck.
My husband asked me I could drive it, and I said yes. He didn't ask me if I had EVER driven one this big - and I had not. He also didn't ask me if I could back it up. Which I barely could. Jeeez.

And just one more pic to scare you - this is my garage ......
There were THREE full truck loads.

And so much love to my wonderful husband, who moved our entire lives including furniture weighing hundreds of pounds - basically by himself - doing 99.999% of the work........I love you baby thank you.
This is him - with the LAST BOX. And this was the LEAST amount he sweated during the process. He worked so hard, it scared me a little - I've NEVER seen anyone move so much alone.

And of course the kid had to have a shot with the truck. This picture was his idea, so I had to share it because it cracked me up a bit.