Friday, July 24, 2015

Light It On Fire!!

Bust out the marshmallows! Our plans got napalmed! And not in a well we can shift this here and there. Nope. Burnt it all to heck.

Thank the good Lord that He gave me Fred, because that man is really unstoppable. Dude came up with a plan on the fly while I'm just now crawling out of my blanket fort to throw away the half box of tissues I've used from all the wailing and gnashing of teeth.

We were told to get utilities changed in our name for Friday - okay check. We got moving truck all reserved for Saturday and Sunday - check. We had people from out of town all set to come help us move - check. And then last night I got a text message from Fred that we aren't closing until.....wait for it.....Monday.

Allow me to sing you the song of my people WAAAAHHHHH! Son of a nutcracker! AAAHHH! Ah! ah!

Seriously was in the middle of an ugly cry when my phone chimed, I picked it up, wiped my eyes and there was a message from my man saying, "I have a plan. We got this."

And that is just one of the reasons why I truly adore him.

The new plan is we got another storage unit, as we already packed out a small one. We got the moving truck for an extra day. We're going to load up the truck and pack out the storage unit with anything that will fit in my TrailBlazer. Then we're going to load up the truck Sunday with everything else. Fred's parents are the only ones now available so they are coming out Sunday night with a trailer and truck. We're closing Monday afternoon and then it's going to be a mad dash to get everything over to the new place. Then we'll try to get the storage units emptied throughout the week before a new month rolls in. Oh yeah, and get a kid in to take his written test to renew his permit and then schedule a driver's test.

God help me.

I did have a few weak moments of Tourettes and the eye twitch did signal in Morse Code this sucks. I do have to agree with the old broad, but have little choice but to go on. I don't know how long the in-laws are staying, and because this is my life, my folks will be available to help during the week. For those of you tracking - they all don't get along. Would that be th'all? Kind of like y'all only more? I give up.

History has taught me that the sheer amount of stupid garbage that is going on can only mean that we have another huge blessing coming down the pipe. At least we better because my nerves are like 'Seriously? This crap AGAIN?!?' And how sad is this? I have no chocolate in the house. Gasp! This is a crime!

And if I have to eat one more frozen pizza I think I'm going to barf. We're clearing out the big freezer and apparently Jared either doesn't bother to count how much stuff is in there or he is preparing for some type of zombie apocalypse. I really have no idea how or when I dropped the ball with him, but I'm starting to think it might be a genetic mutation because he makes my head hurt. I'm finding myself yelling, "Really?" at him while he just grins at me and slowly slinks away. You know how funny it is to see someone about 6 ft try to slink away? It's flipping hilarious which doesn't help when you're trying to yell at him. At least Fred hasn't mind eating all the bags of pizza rolls.

Right now I'm refusing to come out of my blanket fort. They haven't noticed yet, but I'm sure they will once they've noticed I took the box of poptarts with me. I keep waiting for Fred to pack up my blanket and then shrug all mystified as to where did it go. Not like it would be that hard as my fort is really just me hiding under a blanket. Actually, dude is in the zone and has no time for shenanigans right now. Which is a shame because I think that is something I excel at, while blanket forts - not so much.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Smells Like Freedom

And possibly fish.

It's not helping that we've had a ton of rain lately. Especially since this dump just loves to flood. I had us all prepared and ready to go to battle a round of flood waters but, thankfully, our preparedness kept the flood waters at bay. At least it did till about 3 a.m. when it said nanner, nanner, caught you sleeping.

Oh the joys.

Well last few weeks have been a whirl wind of activity and high drama. I no longer know what day it is. I didn't realize that my waking hours consisted of preparing for work, getting ready for work, heading to work and then actually working, only to come home and curse the work's existence all while I try to cram as much stuff as I could before I started all over again. Vicious cycle. So take all that out and I've been actually getting stuff done. Got a lot of packing done. Totally embarrassed by how dirty everything is so I've been doing a lot of cleaning too.

There are not enough words to express how happy I am that I'm not at that soul sucking job. Retail work is hard work because you have to survive all the demanding people who want everything for nothing.

We are still waiting on a closing date. I wish I were kidding. Especially since we have a moving truck ready for this weekend after Fred did all kinds of switch-o-change-o on the schedule. Plus we have Fred's folks coming to help and my cousin and her husband are coming to help us move too. The stress this has caused has just sucked. We got an email that for sure the 21st was the closing date. Gander a look at your calendar and tell me what the date is. IIII KNOW! It was supposed to happen today but now we're told it's either tomorrow afternoon or Friday morning.

My cuss jar overflows.

Especially since our plan was to get in there and paint the guys' rooms and clean all the carpets upstairs before we moved in. Yeah. About those plans. I'm trying not to imagine those plans going up in flames. I keep telling myself those are not smoke trails I see coming out of those plans.

As if all this wasn't a wonderful ball of gooey. 1 twin passed his driver's test, the other didn't. Do you know how hard it is to celebrate and yet be totally bummed out at the same time? What really sucks is it was parallel parking - that was it! And let me tell you how many hours we had them practice and that was when we had to cram it in when our work schedules actually lined up. What shocked us was this is the kid that has nailed parking every single time. To hear that is what held him back surprised me. What really sucks is it sounds like it was spiritual warfare. He said everything was going fine and then when he couldn't get the car to line up right, he said confusion rolled in, then anxiety kicked in, and zilch. No pass. Which really ticks me off. I can't remember the last time I parallel parked.

Extra bonus points on this sucks - his permit expires next week. We have been trying for the last 2 months to get them in but every BMV has been booked out for weeks. So we have to get him in next week before it expires and he has to take the written test again, and if he passes they will set up a time for him to take the road test again two weeks out.

Oh yes. Because I have nothing better going on right now.

I will at least say I'm thankful that they aren't going to make him wait 180 days, because I think I would be throwing my cuss jar across the room.

The hard part is that he is ready and we have worked with him and prayed over him. So to see him go through this and watch it suck all the confidence right out of him makes me so mad for him and yet there is nothing I can do about it.

My dad asked if we were going to have Jared take the written test to get his permit too. I said there is only so much my poor nerves can handle and that ain't it! Not to mention junior chicken overheard this so he squawked and ran out of the room.

Calgon is a lie because I tried to drown myself and I'm still flipping here!

I think Fred is about ready to hide my blanket as he told me to stop making forts. I've been tackling laundry while going through my clothes. How is it possible to have a ton of clothes and yet still feel like I have nothing to wear?!? I have 2 large garbage bags that are now overflowing to take to Goodwill. There are already 3 bags from old coats, shoes and stuff the guys have all outgrown. I just now need to haul it over there. At least I would if my Blazer wasn't full of painting supplies as I thought that was what I was going to be doing right now.

*mutters* I am not bitter. I am NOT bitter.

I'm going to chalk up my crankiness due to lack of sleep. I was startled awake at 5 a.m. by the mass raid on the area. According to the news, local police and FBI agents were attempting to round up 40 very no good people. I think they really need to up that number because there is an apartment complex not that far away that is almost always bathed in flashing lights and crime tape. Not to mention what all was going on at that house on the other side of us last fall.

Who knew we would be really excited to move? Granted, it's for multiple reasons, but this is the first time all of us are happy to be moving and where we are moving too. That is a miracle right there. At least it will be once we actually close.

I think I'm going to go sit in my fort while I wait on the dryer.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Taking Procrastination To A Whole New Level

Fred keeps kicking me out of my blanket fort and tells me I need to get a grip. Like right now. After a few rounds of angry eyebrows, I forced myself to get all my scrapbook stuff packed up. And let me tell you how low I felt looking at how far behind I am on the guys' books. But then I muttered how my whole "me" time got stolen and I feel like ain't nobody got time for that now. Especially since I feel like 2 out of 3 have hit most of their milestones and I don't even remember the last time I even touched my camera, let alone think about recording this moment in life.

I'm not even sure I want to remember this moment in my life. I mean, I do but at the same time I don't.

How sad is this? I pulled a "guy" moment where I did something and looked all proud of my accomplishment and looked to my better half trying to impress him at my said accomplishment. Thought I was going to get a good job coming from Mr. Robot. Instead I got a snort with a mumbled about time because this was like his 5th trip from cramming stuff into the storage unit he got. I'm going to blame him as he got a smaller unit than last time and is now pulling some super power stackability thing going on. And spell check about blew up at that word. I'll just chalk it up to that dude is a lot harder to impress than what my procrastinating ways can muster.

George decided to grace me with his royal presence. Wished I would have known as I am without chocolate. Scratch that. Last night now makes total sense. I made a pan of white chocolate chip blondies, slapped it up with some ice cream and then hosed it down with this white chocolate sauce I found in the coffee aisle. I'm not sure how to describe it other than I need to lock this stuff up because I sort of envisioned tossing my head back and squirting that bottle for all it's worth! Yum!

But that means my last 2 days of work are going to be uncomfortable. Tomorrow is my last day. I just have to survive tonight. I feel someone was spiteful in the schedule because I close and then turn around and work opening shift. I have a lot of mixed feelings about the whole thing. I'm a big, big fan of money as I can tell you from personal experience that not having enough of it really, really sucks. So not having that extra cushion is causing me to have some anxiety. However, the thought of still working there causing me a whole other round of anxiety and giving up the will to go on. At least this way I won't have to keep a straight face while someone yells at me for their expired coupon.

I've decided that I will cope by staying in my blanket fort and read my stacks, nay - piles of books. Except Fred packed up all the books. I thought maybe I should get back to working on a blanket I'm loom knitting only to discover that it too has been packed up. As the other 2 projects I had going on. And before you ask why do I have multiple projects........OOOO shiny!

Where was I?

We are still waiting on a closing date. The only advantage to all this waiting is that the sellers are going to be out by the time we close, which the last date they wouldn't have been ready. The only downer is it is going to take one big miracle to get it by next weekend. Which is now turning funny because all the people that offered to help are now busy and can't help. So if we do get it - it'll just be the 5 of us moving all our crap. Which this will be our 3rd move doing everything ourselves so honestly, I'm not phased. Or surprised.

I'm laughing at my folks right now. We've all had computer issues lately. We buy refurbished stuff as that is what our budget will allow. I think back in April my Mom's computer died so we got her a refurb tower. Right after we got our new one, my Dad called and said his died and needs one too. While getting him one, we found a laptop for J to use on his schoolwork because his computer was on its last leg. It was so sad to see this big dude hunched over trying to do schoolwork on this small computer monitor. The kicker is we bought 2 things and had them sent to 2 different address. They both arrived here.

But of course they did!

I called my Mom and she had me laughing. I guess they have been "sharing" a computer and it hasn't been going very well. So when I told her it was here rather than being shipped to them, she volunteered my Dad to come down and get it. Well, okay then!

I seriously hope my procrastinating ways would just go away. I don't always have the energy to play rock, paper, scissors with myself to get things done in a timely matter. I get things done, but it's usually with my hair on fire and running around screaming like an angry chicken. While this is amusing to picture, I'm sure the guys will tell you it's no picnic to live with. I keep telling them girls are all crazy, they just have to decide what flavor of psycho they can live with. Their dad usually has that look that says, "she's not kidding" but refuses to say my presence.

George says if you need us we will be in the blanket fort refusing to come out and make dinner at 3 pm so I can eat dinner at 4, get out the door and get to work by 5 battling rush hour traffic. I can do this! Tomorrow! I am free!!