What a week it has been! I have been through the emotional roller coaster of packing, waiting to close on my house (making sure the money goes through), closing on my house, and moving. What happy, happy times (with the exception of the aforementioned waiting for $$--and even then it was short-lived).
Most of last week is a blur, waiting for Thursday and Friday to come. Thursday was a fun time, especially the, oh, 45-minutes where we weren't sure the money would be there in time for the closing. But once it was, it was a happy time. Friday I was so excited to move that I woke up at 6, got ready and left my house at 7, stopped at a great coffee/pastry shop on the way to work bought muffins to take to the hallway of wonderful women I work with, or who tolerate me (I worked a half day). I was pretty distractable most of the morning while I waited for noon to arrive. Then I kidnapped Alex (for his muscles), bought him lunch and made him help us load the truck along with Trombonium and Lothar's wonderful girlfriend, Suzanne. We got all of the big stuff out of the ghetto-house and into the wonder-house by 3:30. We spent the evening drinking beer and feeding grilled food to our movers. We also met our backdoor neighbor, whose name I never got. So until I get a chance to get his name, I've been calling him backdoor-man (I'm so creative). Anyway BD-man seems innocent enough. He has three boys, the youngest I believe to be about 20 months or so. He was talking to Matt when I walked out, but made it a point to mention the fact that there are a lot of children in this neighborhood; new baby across the street, little one next to that one, pregnant woman next to that one. He tried to do a little backpeddling, but was still pretty adamant that we need to conform to the neighborhood standard. It was "interesting" to say the least.
Saturday morning, I hopped up to get the day going and getting the ghetto-place more empty. Lisa and Ken showed up around 10:20 to help me move the things that won't fit in the GPrix. They are a God-send, an absolute Godsend. We spent about 4 hours moving various boxes, lamps, shelves, cabinets so now I have almost nothing left in the ghetto place---except I realized a few hours ago that I have no shoes for work tomorrow. Give you one guess where I'll be going around 7-ish tomorrow morning. But I digress...I got a chance to show Ken and Lisa around the place. I think they were pretty impressed. While we were in the back yard, BD-man was playing with his littlest one and I waved in a neighborly fashion, to which he responded "You need to get one of these." Yeah, I can just run to Target and get myself a kid so that I'll fit the neighborhood norm. All he had to do was have an orgasm. I'd have to get fat, push the kid out, breastfeed and all the other fun things that come with having a baby.
BUT I AM NOT COMPLAINING. VERY NOT COMPLAINING!! The biggest worry I have around here...well, I don't have one. All the kids race around here on their scooters. It's awesome.
Oh, and we met our next door neighbors tonight; Clint and Nicole and their 2 kids, Adison (18 months) and Joe (8 months-adopted). They are both too cute (the kids), but I have a soft place in my heart for Joe. I'm betting it's the dimples; deep, cavernous dimples. Clint and Nicole are really nice too. He's a high school Chem teacher, but has a horrible, monotone voice (poor chem class). Maybe that's the nerves of meeting the new neighbors, but I think it should become commonplace. There are a lot of houses for sale and people moving in & out. Saturday, people moved into the house across the street. It is sooooooo nice to sit and watch TV without worrying about my house shaking or crazy crap going on outside.
It's nice to sit and watch the Tony's on TV...even if I am secretly looking for Dad & Jo. They're there. Yes, they went to the Derby, now they're at the Tony's. I'm glad, though, Dad needs the breaks. He's been working too hard for too many years. And sometimes Disney just isn't enough.
Happy days, sweet dreams!
-peace and love
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