If you were wondering what oh what could you possible get me for my birthday, please DO NOT get me one of these.
Warning: parental units, please make sure the children are not lurking behind you peering over your shoulder trying to see what is so damn funny anyway.
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No, I am not talking about the shape of my derrière.
You ever feel like you’ve worked your arse off, but have gotten bugger all accomplished? That’s how I feel this week – one step forward, two steps back.
Of course, the constant “are you taking that? Do you want that? Can I have that? I sold that” is a bit wearing too.
And it doesn’t help that my thumb and forefinger ache like a bad tooth.
I wish those ruby slippers I bought for Myrtle fit me, so I could click my heels three times, eyes closed, chanting "there’s no place like home" and wake up at home in bed with Mungo.
But hell, my name sure isn't Dorothy.
1. The yard sale was a huge success. So huge in fact, it’s taken me two days to recover.
2. 24 more sleeps until I am on my way home, via a stopover in Las Vegas to visit my chicks.
3. I never knew three people could accumulate so much stuff – I probably could have another yard sale.
4. Mungo arrived at the new homestead on Monday. The cable company called on Tuesday, and they were kind enough to give Mungo temporary access to his broadband connection, so the phone bills should not build up now.
5. Kitchen at new homestead is unpacked and put away. Kitchen at old homestead is a shambles.
Oh, and my mail server is getting bombarded with sobig virus mail, so if I don’t answer you that’s why.
This weekend – move mother. This should be interesting – I wonder if I have any tranquilizers?
Woke up at 7am in a cold sweat and shaking. The reason? I was dreaming I was fighting with my mother. Now, it is not like my mother and I have not have our differences of opinion before, but to dream about fighting with her? (Not fighting as in punching her in the face, but a pretty good hollering match). I must have some suppressed anger, you think?
For those of you who don’t know me, I am packing up and moving. Not only am I packing up and moving I am moving to another continent. While this in itself is not unusual, my move means resettling my mother who had assumed that we would spend the rest of our days cozily keeping each other company. And of course I had made the same assumption eight years ago, but I also assumed my last marriage was going to be ‘til death due us part. So much for assumptions.
I am sorry that I can not just pick up and move my mother with me, I wish I were the kind of daughter that sacrifices herself without question, but I am in fact my mother’s daughter and she raised me to be independent, not subservient. Add in my father’s penchant for adventure and his ability to move ahead and not look back and well. there ya go.
One does wonder when the guilt stops, or if it ever does.
It seems the heat in the northern hemisphere is wearing on everyone. People I admire and read on a regular basis either haven’t blogged in a very long while, or are suffering from ennui.
If you have a spare moment, send MPB a note to cheer him up. I sent him this.
I, for one, wake every morning with the best of intentions – raring to start my day and then as soon as I open the front door I slam it quickly and scurry back inside to the cool cave that is my room. It’s just too bloody hot to think about doing anything, except maybe laying under a tree, sipping a mint julep and watching the clouds float by.
Hey, that’s not a bad idea. Bugger packing for today….
I have promised myself that today I would really get something done, instead of (insert anything else I could possibly do to avoid packing here).
Excellent news yesterday for Mungo. He returns to work next Thursday which means not only do the paychecks start rolling in again; he also gets to leave all the unpacking of boxes and the sorting out of the new house for me. I know he is crushed, but one must soldier on, mustn’t one? I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present – an early return to work for Mungo and lots and lots for me to do when I get back home.
The search for sheets was so successful last weekend, I had to venture off and try my luck again. The sheet fairy was looking out for me, and once again success. Not only did I indulge in a mild orgy of sheet buying, I had to pick up a pair of ruby slippers for Daisy. I had resisted the urge on my first visit to the store, but when I returned yesterday the slippers were on the shelf crying “buy me please” so I gave in.
( Ok, I really wanted them for myself.)
All right then, let me gird my loins and venture off into the packing fray once again. Anyone out there bored and want to help?