A Life Less Organized

It's amazing how things can turn themselves around in the course of a week or even a weekend; better yet in a day.  But that's all I've to say on that.  I have a great need for humor at this point in my day and I prefer to soak up as much as I can get.

I'm moving...again...this week.  I get the keys on Thursday, so I'll have a half day that day and I'm taking off on Friday.  The goal is to have everything moved into the new place by Saturday so that I can have Sunday to clean.  We'll see how that goes.  Then, during my attempt at recovering from anticipated exhaustion, I'll get the kiddos on Monday to start our week.  And I will say that it will be highly unlikely to see me out and about during that week and the next weekend with the kids as I would like to spend some serious quality time with them...stress free, and because I'm sure this move will nicely drain my finances for just a bit.  Though I'm attempting to make sure there is as little damage in that aspect as possible.  I'm very excited to be in the new place, but I can't so much feel that right now.  Until everything is moved in, I will be tense and anxious.  Par for the course, really.  I need to give a ton of thanks to all of my friends that have volunteered to help with my move, whether they're able to because of the schedule or not.  I am forever grateful to have you guys in my life.  P.S. Daeron is getting paid for his heavy lifting with steak and beer, so if you'd like to get in on that...

Couple of funny things to relate.  First of all, we know there is never a dull moment at my place.  Well, maybe when I'm alone.  No...not even then.  But when there's other people to witness the shenanigans that go on or to be a part of them, it's so much more fun.  So, Sunday night I picked up D because  a) she was going stir crazy in her apartment since she'd recently hit a deer and didn't yet have her car back and  b) because company is always nice during packing.  While there's a good number of hilarious stuff that we said and did, sometimes bringing us back to the mentality of teenagers, there's only really one that I wish to share.  In fact, if I didn't share it, I would feel that I was depriving my friends severely.  Here it is...

...D is in my kitchen, getting a cup of coffee.  I'm sitting on my living room floor...probably texting.  I start to hear what sounded like coughing, so I asked, "D, is that you?"  And then it got worse.  So I head towards the hallway, and so does D coming from the other direction.  We both get to the scene simultaneously, just in time to hear and see my cat retching like crazy and puking up the cat treats I had given him earlier.  The best part of this is that D immediately throws her hand to her mouth and almost pukes in the hallway right next to the cat.  So, she takes off to the bathroom and I'm left to clean up the mess.  Normally, I'm a "sympathetic barfer", but the cat didn't even chew the treats, so all I was cleaning up were whole pieces of fish shaped treats with saliva.  I survived.  But as I was cleaning, I couldn't help but sincerely laugh out loud because while I'm hearing the cat still retching next to me, I'm hearing D retching in the bathroom.  And these are the times, people.  These are the times.  (Note: this would be the same night that I smacked my face off the corner of my headboard attempting to grab my phone charger, yelling out the words "F*** ME!" and then attempting to hold back tears.)

Second on my list of funny things to recently occur in my apartment, came about just last night.  Amazingly, only one cup of coffee consumed prior to visiting me had K completely hyper and messed up (in my opinion) for the rest of the night.  Absolutely amazing.  Anyway, so she comes over and we have an incredibly yummy dinner, I bake brownies, and virtually avoid any attempt at packing.  Though I only really had one box left, which K went to the kids room with.  However, I did plan on wrapping the good china from the hutch...just didn't get to it.  Anyway, as we sat chatting for a bit, I must have been distracted enough to space out for a minute or 5.  I don't know.  But I recovered to K asking me if I heard anything she had just said.  I admitted that I hadn't heard a word of it, which is funny enough in and of itself.  But apparently, she had been attempting to have a serious (well, I don't know how serious.  maybe i mean, sincere.) conversation with me about pornos and enemas.  I clearly remember how we would have gotten to such a conversation, as I believe I started it with my unswerving devotion to be quite open about such topics.  But...pornos and enemas?  And why did my brain pick that moment to walk away?  Would those key words not have pulled me back in?  Once completely recovered, the thought of K having a conversation with herself about pornos and enemas (I can't stop writing that) was enough to make us laugh ourselves practically into a fit.  Again...these are the times.  (also to be noted: K did my dishes)

So, that's about it for the pre-moving blogging.  I will hopefully get back to it with my highly charged political rants that I am dying to throw out again.  Must be the time of year.  Or maybe it's because of liberal suckiness; I don't know.

Till then, peace out... (see what I just did there?)