Hi! Move happened. We had a new guy who was dropping stuff, and this sounds crazy, but it was funny. All my stuff is funky boho flea market crap pile anyhow, so MEH, what’s a few more scratches. Less Crate & Barrel, more Waterlogged Cardboard Box & Dumpster. Does it make you crazy when bloggers show off their homes and it looks like there should be an “A. $599.99, color shown: Hunter” in the corner? Maybe I am just a snot.
Here comes the moving truck!
Look at these tough guys moving my chickenhaus.
Anyway, here are my sad sticks in my new split level. Today I think we do the final furniture shifting.
If I had to guess I would say this thing was built in the early 80s. I spent time growing up in split levels and I had my older daughter in one (blood + white berber=thank god for midwives and their bag of tricks) so I am quite fond of them. Other than the fact that this one is a five-bedroom, it’s mostly the same as all the others. The lack of a basement/storage motivated me to send a lot of stuff off to charity, which, I needed that kick in the pants. I don’t think I had done a proper cleanout since everything went cattywampus at the old place in 2008.
Also, I finally have internets today. The technician came out after customer service spent a while dicking me around on the phone, but he was really good. Apparently my signal strength here is very weak, which is worrying since I am working from home now, but I have a backup plan involving laptops and local cafes, if necessary.
I am tired but happy! More later. As I was moving, I discovered what someone did to Rosie the Riveter. :'( I suspect it was Not Me, who is usually responsible for things like this in my house.
WHY DO YOU HATE FEMINISM, OK?
P.S. Heh, Franny walked by and saw the picture of Rosie as I was uploading it and said I DID NOT DO THAT and I didn’t even say anything. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
P.P.S. Someone asked me if I boxed up P. and took him with. A: Yes. Useful babbydaddies are hard to come by. We are getting along like a house afire, ngl.
Just the five bedrooms? Plus chicken coop makes six I guess.
You made very little fuss about packing and moving. I whine my head off during the whole ordeal.
Impressive positioning of Rosie.
“You made very little fuss about packing and moving.”
HO HO HO you must not be following me on Twitter. All for the best, really. Actually, I kind of like moving, I am sick that way.
Yes, it is ginormo house for us, but everyone has their own fortress of solitude now and is not much more rent than the old place. I SHALL FILL THE HOUSE WITH SEVEN MOAR CHILDREN.
And I am jealous of Rosie’s mad yoga skillz.
Saw ‘P’ and the girls heading to the library saturday as I was driving my own big ole moving truck.
We are in, but there is much sorting to be done. Oh how I hate the sorting.
P.S. Poang chairs are the best thing to come out of Sweden since Crown Princess Victoria..
P.P.S I always thought Rosie was hawt.
Ha ha, glad you lived too. I sent him off to take Strudel to dance class since I was at home with a delightful Qwest repairman.
We just moved, and the unpacking… well, fuck it. If it’s still in a box in a shit pile in the back of the den in December, I’m shipping it off to Diversity Thrift unopened. Whenever I move, I am reminded of what a colossal packrat I am, and I wonder WHYYYYYY.
Also, man, fuck those bloggers with perfect houses. I haven’t vacuumed in 2 weeks, and I was actually SUPER PROUD OF MYSELF 2 weeks ago.
I too have that chair, except I got the the lumpy oatmeal color cushion. It’s my cat’s most favorite-est spot. If you sit in his chair, he will sit on you.
Poangs are the great Western uniter, or something. I started with the black cloth, and then went to leather, which is really better with children as long as they are spilling and not puncturing.