MOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!
Moving, as in your entire household, not your arse off the sofa, is a major pain. I don’t know why I put myself through this torture on average approximately once every three years, but I do. This year the excuse was “wanting to be closer to work and play”. I had previously been residing in a gorgeous townhouse wayyyyyyyyyy out (all of 15 mins from the Galleria area) in Stafford. For some reason, not everybody thought living outside of “the city” was such a great idea. Fair enough, we could agree to disagree on that, however, when “the city” started ripping up the freeway and all exits pertaining to my entrance/exit onto said freeway, it became a personal challenge as to how long it would take me to arrive at any destination, including the 3-mile “commute” from Stafford to Sugar Land. So, blah-de-blah, I was forced to use an entire week of vacation time in order to joyously spend four days packing (with the assistance of a friend for one day which was more distracting than anything cuz she kept wanting to chat), a day moving (with the assistance of the hunky 20something Mike and Charlie who moved much stuff they weren’t supposed to simply because they found me to be attractive and fun), and several days of unpacking/shifting/organizing/etc. All told I’ve been putting in 12-14 hour days of manual labour … and do I look/feel any better for all this exercise? NO. I haven’t lost an ounce!!!! I’ve probably gained about 5 pounds of muscle weight on top of an already athletically-inclined slender frame “going to seed” due to middle age. But I digress, along with said instant lack of instant weight loss (and contrary to most people’s misconceptions, I’m about 117, not 107), I have INJURIES! My bedframe alarmingly failed to notify me that it had a missing bolt and while I was disassembling said four-poster wrought-iron beast, the entire headboard section conveniently collapsed, slammed into my head, and left the legacy of a goose-egg bump on the back of my skull which has yet, a week later, to take its leave. Aside from that, I sprained my left knee falling off a stepladder, and have multiple arm/leg bruises. However, I look awfully cute carrying around a toolbox (and continue to allow myself the delusion that most chicks don’t even OWN a tool box, let alone know how to use one). Meantime, back at the central nervous system, Cingular has been having major issues for almost a week and my cell phone has consequently been about as reliable as an orgy in an old folks’ home. Fedex first lost and then found the router that SBC sent me, this after several hour-long telephone jousts. My DSL is a week late in terms of installation. I have no a/c because the building is being converted to a new HVAC system and CenterPoint has blatantly failed to install metres, thus causing the lack of an a/c system AND the inability of my landlord to install a power outlet for my electric dryer . . . this after he has forked over approx $1000 to remodel the half bath/kitchen to accommodate my full-size w/d. Speaking of failure, Shu was “supposed” to purchase a second kat carrier, ostensibly for her own use with The Kittons, but in reality for my own convenience since I have four kats and only two carriers. I’d already snuck in and pilfered her one and only carrier and there I was with four kats and *only* three carriers… so I was forced to make a choice between “food” or “another carrier” … I thought for just a moment about how “easy” it would be to simply stuff two kats (only about 40 lbs of feline fury) into one carrier … and then I went to Walmart and forked over the grocery funds. Thanks to several days of intense labour I now have a beautiful home … and people, please may I mention here that while it is indeed very noble to offer assistance in UNpacking, reality is, I don’t have time to stand over you directing where everything should go, an offer to help with the PACKING is far more helpful. Thank you, Management.