Getting Sweaty

I haven’t gotten sweaty in about a week. No joke, my getting sweaty quotient is way down. And its reprecussions are way up. I am hoping to get sweaty today. If Princess Carebear is up for it maybe we could get sweaty at lunchtime? Otherwise I will be forced to go get sweaty myself… and that’s no fun. So Carebear you up for getting sweaty?

You probably didn’t know…again

This is so great Rabbit…what a great way for me to get back in the habit of posting.

I can never finish a box of cereal…I leave about a bowl’s worth and toss it.  I write love letters to my husband and never give them to him.  I rub the corner of my pillowcase between my fingers to fall asleep.  Every couple of years I buy myself a Barbie or a Cabbage Patch Kid.  For about a year my dad was my very best friend.  For about a year after that we fought constantly.  German  was my first language, though now I don’t remember any of it (except a few bad words).  I changed the only F I ever got on my report card to a B.  My dad never found out…I thought my mom was the coolest for not telling on me.  To this day I’m still too scared to fess up.  I’ve never seen any of the Star Wars movies…and have no desire to do so.  If my family had stayed in Colorado for one more month, I would have attended Columbine High School (before the shootings occurred).  I live for Lifetime Movies.  I have had one unchanging desire since the age of 5…to spin the wheel on The Price is Right.  I teach a Children’s Sunday School class at my church.  I was once ‘the other woman’…that is my greatest regret in life.  I hate hate hate hate hate being tickled…it makes me cry.  I’ve said ‘I love you’ to three boyfriends, but I only meant it twice.  I write everyday to vent & release…but most of it never sees the light of day. 

The Home Stretch

So close, two more trips and the move will be complete. Although not sure why I am complaining since my husband is carrying all the bags. By the way, I spoke with the asses at Starving Students. They can’t discuss the ridiculous behaviour of the movers with me. It’s cool, let’s see if they can talk to the nice folks at my bank, as they will be handling the dispute now. Also, they will be coming out to appraise the damage to my furniture on the 9th. I am supposed to wait with my broken furniture until then. I am thinking about breaking it further.. grrrrr.

Sure, now I see this….

And just to do my part to make sure the Starving Students video premeates through the web… .

Broken Skin, Broken Furniture, Broken Car, Broken Nose, Broken Spirit

Let’s flash back to Tuesday when the movers called:

Starving Students rep: “We are going to have to send three guys for insurance and bonding reasons. It will be $30 an hour more. “

Me:”Ok, that’s fine. “

3 hours later……

SSR: “You know what, it’s probably fine with two.”

Me: “Probably doesn’t work for me. Send three.”

3 Days Later (7:10 am on moving day)….

While it seemed like a good idea at the time, using the hunting knife to cut the tape may have not been such a great plan. A little too easy to confuse your thumb and forefinger with the tape. I am a bloody mess. Is this an omen?

8:10 am……………… 

SSR: “You know what, we have had a couple of guys get injured, we are going to send two. “

Me: “Oh jeez, FINE!”

SSR: “They are on their way”

2 hours later…..

Movers arrive.

5 hours later…

Still in first apt watching the two inept movers attempt to move the furniture.

Inept Mover: ” It won’t all fit.”

Me: “What do you mean? It’s a normal size two bed apartments worth of furniture.”

IM: ” Yeah, it don’t all fit.”

Me: “FINE.”

2 hours later…..

We get to the new apt and it begins again.

2 hours later … and with a whole lotta help from the husband.

The movers have finished.

That’s right 9 hours later, they moved half of a two bedroom apt… at $100 an hour… way to go. As we walk around the apt and look at the furniture, not one, not two, not even three but 6 pieces are now broken, not upright and scratched.  Mother F^&*^s.

*Please note those who stumble on this entry while looking for movers in the DC area. While Starving Students may usually be the best movers ever, do you really want to be the one this happens to? Use another company.

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Following day, husband and I drive back to the old apt to finish up, which with only one/two cars and half of the apt still left will be taking the rest of the week. HINT HINT. As we take the sixth load down to the cars and I get in my car, out of breath and exhausted. BANG. Yep that was the poll. Mother F&*(&(r.

As my husband comes sprinting through the garage to check on his lovely and very upset wife, he throws his arm around me (forgetting the bag wrapped over his shoulder with the hard plastic part) ok, now my nose is broken… and of course my spirit. I want to die. How was your weekend?

Moving – Day 3

I will now amend my rules of moving.

Rule #1- Don’t move. Nothing is worth this hassle. 20 boxes later, it still appears I have not packed anything.

You Probably Didn’t Know

Courtesy of Pithy Comments which was courtesy of This Fish Needs a Bicycle. I think it sounds fun so I will continue it.

I eat just about anything and about three times that of a normal individual each and every day.  I talk, sing and sometimes even act things out to myself. I unabashedly, drift off and stare at certain people and don’t stop just because I’m caught…. sorry   I am wearing a slip today for the first time since I was 12 and think I may be taking it off any second now because I don’t understand the purpose. I haven’t worn pantyhose since I was 12 and don’t plan on starting until my legs are ugly.  The most prominent word in my vocabulary is F%^K and I morph it in every way possible.

I dress up when I’m sad. I like to match my eyeshadow to my outfit.  I have three closets of clothes and still shop whenever possible. I like planes and boats and even secretly like motorcycles. I am only quiet when travelling. I can drift off for hours looking at pretty scenery. I love to make people laugh and to laugh myself. I can out drink most men and still be 100% sober. I constantly gossip and can keep secrets better than anyone. I know right away if I click with someone and feel closer to the people in my life right now than I ever have.

I believe in ghosts and true romance. I believe positive thinking can save the day and also know enough to see the signs of reality. I ramble endlessly and listen attentively. I watch teen movies with my best friends and scary movies with my husband. I love my family more than anything. I think of my good friends as family. I am most upset when a friend is in trouble and yet mope at my own despair.  I can love and hate someone at the same time.  I do know the right thing to do and what needs to happen, but am just having trouble doing it. 

In it to Win it

While the cheertastic girls in Bring it On 750 may have been in it to win it, the writers certainly were not. From the Sharks vs. Jets team names, which would later be known as the Shets (brilliant) to the pivotal ”Total Cheerclipse of the Heart” this one sucked. The title was certainly catchy though!

The cheertastrophy did however put an end to my tv viewing for the next week. For those of you who don’t know, I have begun my long day’s journey …well… down the street. My arms hurt from carrying bags, I didn’t make a dent in my packing and now my beloved cable will be taken from me. Woe is me. Well actually, I had to move the cable early to take advantage of the special from those Comcastic bastards… because I didnt have enough of a reason to consider Comcastic a curse.

Btw, I think I used about 10 made up words in this post… made up or have I just expanded my vocabulary?  Hmmm….

Snowing

Its snowing…. you can leave now, that’s all I’m writing.

No time

This morning the boy said to me, “What is your day looking like.’ I answered “not bad , kinda slow.” I’d like to chnage my answer now. “Uncontrollably bad.” “Like a train wreck” “Depends, are there suddenly seven of me?” All of them seem appropriate. Why is it I seem to either have all the time in the world or am racing around like a crazy person?