Monday, March 8, 2010

Voice Mail, Boxes, Trash and Plunders

       It's rather strange to be doing spring cleaning as I'm packing.  Everything feels so nice... making me home sick already.  It's been a rather quiet day. 
      Don't you hate it when you are trying to call someone, you repeatedly leave messages and no one calls you back.  And we aren't talkin about a friend or lover that you've somehow managed to piss off, I'm talking professionals.  Not so professional to me. 
      However, as the day was quiet and I've puttered around putting this and that in boxes, I came to realize that it's really my issue and not theirs.  I need something done, and they too have a life to live, and who knows what's happening with them?
      I've been guilty of this myself...  in fact right in this very moment.  And while I may have "stuff" going on, I really have no excuse for not returning the call. 
                             BUT SO HELP ME!
        If I find out they blew ME off.. hahaha.


       Getting stressed with the move.  That's for sure.  It's getting down to the wire, and we can't find a house.  I am beginning to wonder if they have any normal size dogs in California, or if they are all toy arm warmers? 
        The one great thing though is that we started packing and moving things around WAY in advance.  Normally we wait until last minute and stuff is thrown here and there in a complete jumbled up mess, with things that end up breaking.  And... I get so overwhelmed that my wonderful husband usually ends up sendin me home because he can't stand my whiney crabbing anymore. 
        Here all this time I thought he was being oh so sweet.  Until I got to the storage unit to see what we were going to keep and what to part with... and what did I find?  TRASH!  That's right folks.  I'm not only talking bags of trash, yeah we had those.  But I'm talkin boxes and bags that had clothes um..."packed" on top of old pizza boxes.  Who does that? 
      Now I should say... this stuff has been in storage for oh... close to 2 years. HAHAHAHA!  Guess I wasn't the only one that was overwhelmed.  And I supppose he's still sweet.... I can't say I would have done any better.. I probably would have just closed the door and never went back! 
       Oh well.... better to have gone through it all now instead of unpacking it on the other end.  Could you imagine the movers faces had they gone to re-pack it?  Priceless. 
Maybe I should have left it, just to see their reaction.  
 

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