Moving Day! (Part 1)

Argh. It is currently 9:32 a.m. Moving day. Where is our moving truck? Hey, great question, glad you asked. Dunno. Well, surely you could call the fine folks at U-Haul and find out? You'd think so wouldn't you? Silly, naive children. The people at U-Haul couldn't possibly know that. They don't even open until 9! How could they know where their trucks are?? Yeesh. We sure are unreasonable. I feel so bad for thinking that when they said we could PICK UP the truck at 9, that we would ACTUALLY be able to pick it up at 9. Wacky. What the hell was I thinking. Oh well, at least we are paying for the service.
I'm sure there is more to come.
We finally got the truck and Rich and my dad were home with it by 2 pm!!! It took forever to load as my father is ever the perfectionist. And my poor darling Husband din't get home until 2am.
Thank you all for helping Husband unload the truck and sorry about the tight packing job.

Food Issues

I don't have the energy to get into the whole story yet, but I will post about it later. I just have to say that my sister and I were discussing our fabulous family and our food issues. Now, believe me, I have spent a sunny day or two wondering what in the sam hill is up with that shit, but the discussion with her was the first time I was actually able to articulate them all. It felt good. Is it weird it made me hungry??

Funerals.

So I went to my fake great aunts' funeral today. She was a very difficult person to get along with and towards the end of her life, I was angry with her for the way she treated my family. I am a firm believer that death doesn't make you a better person but I still think that anytime someone dies, however they were in life, the world is altered, usually the worse for the loss. What was interesting and my sister and I agree was quite cool, was the the officiant was pretty open about how stubborn and independant (in the bad was) she was. How cranky she could get. How comparmentalized she was about her friendship. How posessive she was. How difficult she could be. But also how that made her who she was. But he also was able to point out that those things made her who she was. That she loved us, even if it was hard to take her "brand" of love. And despite it all, I do miss her. I will miss her. And the world does suck just a tiny bit more because she is gone. I miss you, you crazy spinster. Thank you for all the nice stuff you did for us. In your strange way, I know you loved us.

My first blog post!

It will be short. Ihatemovingihatemovingihatemovingihatemoving.