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Birthday party over, Kidzilla has been packed off home with a birthday haul of books, school supplies and apples (we were at the orchard again today) and a ball of nervous for her first day of school in the morning. She'll be fine. :)

It was a good weekend with them, not too crazy, didn't feel overscheduled, there were lots of hang out and snuggle and play times. cell23 and I chatted about it a bit last night, and we both agree it's a lot more... I don't know, relaxed is not the right word, nor is "easier" but whatever the word I'm fishing for is, it's really nice having our own space for them to run around and be themselves in. Course it's just nice having our own space, full stop. It occurred to me recently that it's been probably more than five years since I truly shared a living space with someone and felt like I had an equal claim to it rather than just feeling like all I had a right to was my room. I mean, there was the spot at the Perry for a bit, but that never really felt mine either even though I wasn't sharing it with anyone. But yeah, it's pretty nice so far. Course, it's only been a week and I may well find some reason to stab him in his sleep soon, which reminds me, I still owe him some profound swatting for a zinger he aimed at chirping_monkey and me earlier today... oy. It was funny, no lie, but he needs to be smacked into at least next tuesday for it.

Tomorrow feels very much back to life back to reality and I'm trying not to dread it as such. There's a trip to sephora to look forward to at least, so it's certainly not all gloom doom and work.

Something cell23 pointed out yesterday has been making me kinda consider starting to jack out from the interbutts for a while again. Goodness knows I have a shitton of better things to do besides stare into the pixels, and these days I actually am starting to get back the desire to do them. Amazing what you want to do when you're not a ball of anxiety, eh?

Goose out.

So yesterday I wrote out one of my infamous monster to-do lists not thinking that I'd get to any of it. WRONG. Hair was de-yarned, kids room and our room were cleaned, bed was taken apart and put back together, more stuff was unpacked, and I've started loading up the kids room with books. Also did all the laundry ever, etc etc etc.

I was ready to crash and burn around 6:30.

Before y'all ask, yes I did eat. But I've been pretty much going on this move since last Sunday like someone lit a firecracker under my ass. In 90+ degree heat most of the week. So I'm more than a little fried... my wrists/arms are killing me and my ankles have puffed up to twice their normal size for the first time since last summer. (that I'm a little wth about.) I pretty much had to tell cell23 last night to make me sit down and shut up if I tried to do anything strenuous today, which was probably a good thing to do because my brain is still all like YOU HAVE T-SHIRTS ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND YOUR BOOKS STILL ARENT UNPACKED YET AND ALL THE FLOORS NEED MOPPING CAUSE EVERYONES FEET TURN BLACK IF YOU RUN AROUND BAREFOOT IN HERE AND AUGGGGH. It's like I got space that I'm marginally in control of and I lost my shit. Okay, lol. But yeah, I'm going to be taking it easy and ignoring everyone in the head.

In less Andee has lost her mind news, we have the kids this weekend and so far they both seem to really like the new place a lot. It helps that it's laid out pretty similar to cell23's previous apartment, I think. I guess silver lining to crashing out early (I was pretty much out by 10) is being up now and not being cranky about it.

Should go make coffee now.

Move out done. Went and got the rest of my crap and my mail this afternoon. Left the keys. You guys i feel like a 10,000 pound gorilla just got the hell off my back.

Unpacked a bit... not as much as I wanted to, but to be fair, it did go up to like 97 degrees today. Ugh. That said, I made SOME progress. I've been trying to take up at least one box every time I go up the stairs and try not to come back down without kicking at least one empty box back down.

Got a little Real Work done today too. Yay.

So yeah. Tomorrow we get our own cable/internets. And then, I don't know, profit? One would hope. :)

Oh yeah I was gonna watch true blood, whoops.

Packing: Everything that needs to go in a box is in a box except for computer cords (those'll go over near last) and random items I'm still using.

Furniture: bed is taken down, spiders found living in the frame summarily dispatched to dustier environs. Depending on how antsy I get in the next hour or two I may hit the kitchen table next.

Floor: vacuuming is half done - will do all of it when all my shit has exited the room.

Other cleany type things: eh. Will get to them when Cara leaves and I can break out the lysol. Also I should empty the recycling one last time, it's getting unruly.

Mental state: Tweaky about the fact that I still can't quite get things from point a to point b yet, but using the resultant antsy to get things a bit more organized for the next three days. Have the nagging feeling that I'm forgetting something in all of this, but I think that's just me being neurotic. Mostly as stuff gets broken down and consolidated and organized, I'm mostly just getting excited and also being just all kinds of ready to go go go on the rest of this. Plus in between all the aaaagh and the running around and the snags and the cleaning and the packing, there's been some really nice hang out and omg we're doing this and together wtf squeeeeeeeeeeeee time with the Manbeast. All things considered, while the leadup to it has been insanely stressful, the process of actually moving so far has been weirdly serene so far. We'll see if that keeps up when we actually have to pick up and move all the things, but eh. I've got a feeling that when all gets moving, this is going to go super quick and easy and then it'll just be unpacking and the day to day process of one not lovingly stabbing the other in their sleep.

So far so good, tl;dr.

Also I shake my fist in impotent, yet pleased rage at TJ09. A new egg release to distract my ass was not what I needed today.



Should probably stuff something snacky in my craw (eating is good), drink water (its hot and moving is thirsty work), then psyche myself into another round of Do All The Things (cause you know, I should and stuff).

I've had a few people be all like "hey, when you moving? need any help?" at me, which, btw, thank you. Honestly I wouldn't have asked, cause I'm like that and hate asking for things, but I figured since I've had the offers from several that do read this, I'd put up a where and when post and a general "if you wanna, come on down" sort of thing.

When: We're gonna be going from Sunday through Tues until we're done. cell23 needs to be done first since he has to be out of his old place the soonest, but I have more big pain in the ass obnoxious furniture type stuff to move (the couch, desk, mattresses and dresser are going to be special bitches). I do have grinninfoole lending me Skull for the carting of said large shit from point A to point B though I'm not sure on what day. If you wanna sling some boxes or just keep me from losing my mind if you can't actually pick things up that'd be awesome.

Where: Sunderland, from the ass end of Lantern Court to two buildings over in Squire. It isn't far at all - I can see the new apartment from my old one. (I've had several Sarah Palin jokes made at me to this effect.)


Holy shit, you guys, this is happening.

Today will be productive even if it kills me. Judging by what my intestines have to say about this, this may indeed be a deadly effort. But it's crunch time, both in move terms and in work terms and shit's still gotta get done, no matter what my spoon count. And really, this is the attitude I have to take this whole week in order to get through it in one piece.

I can do this. Really.

Right, off to beat my ever growing to-do list into some kind of submission. Clapping appreciated. Also, I'm probably gonna get kinda sporadic in my internet until it's all set up at the new place, so if y'all would click these dragons from time to time, that'd be pretty awesome.



Right, off I go. Catch you on the flip, barring something shiny happens on youtube per usual.

• Met my (sorta?) stepcousin last night after 16 years since the last time we met when I went over to her mom and her partner's house for dinner. Turned out to be fantastic - we hit it off and it felt way more like family than meeting a stranger. :) And small fucking world, her mom lives 15ish minutes up 116 from me. Well good goddamn.
  
  Side note - I may actually be slightly allergic to avacado, which sucks, as I've only just now started liking guacamole. Further testing needed.
  
  
• came home and had in its own way equally fun chillout time with another friend who apparently needed it rather badly from what I heard later.
  
  
• Squire's been settled up, now worrying about everything else move-related can officially take over my brain.
  
  
• After bitching on the DC forums (don't get excited, this has nothing to do with comics) about how I've been basically trying to get an Ice egg all summer with no luck, someone messaged me and was all "hey, I just bred one, you want?" O_o, so now it's chilling with my first successfully bred bluna. Which means after the move I can start trying to summon. Whoop.
  
  
  
  
• "Fuck You" is insanely fun to drive to. And belt out at the top of your lungs while doing so. And it's in my range. (So for the record is "Tight Pants.") Oh and 50Cent added a rap to the beginning of it, which is actually funny.

I'm going to spend the next hour eating leftover carbonara and finishing True Blood. I swear, I have not been able to get through Sunday's episode without something coming up or falling asleep or something. Basically, rest on the laurels of the day for an hour or so before girding my loins and officially going into OMGMOVENAU mode.

This comic was inspired by an experience I had a few night ago. I was pulling into the parking lot of Safeway when I saw one of those gratuitously bright shooting stars. I tried to think of a really good wish, but the shooting star had surprised me and I didn't really have any good wishes on deck, so I wished for the first semi-intelligible thing that came to mind: for the rest of my life to be totally awesome.

As soon as that ham-fisted jumble of words left my mouth, I immediately started thinking of all the ways my wish could backfire and how the phrase "I wish that the rest of my life is totally awesome" could be misinterpreted and taken out of context and turned around to cause me great misery. I silently berated myself for not choosing my words more carefully. I could have used this opportunity to secure a bright and wonderful future for myself, but no, I was stupid and just blurted out the first dumb thing to barge into my head and I'd wasted my wish and possibly also earned myself an untimely death or a crippling brain injury.

Then I realized that I was sitting in a Safeway parking lot, consumed by anxiety over whether some fictional being that grants wishes was going to screw me out of my wish through a technical loophole involving death, brain damage or prolonged unconsciousness.

It made me feel slightly uncomfortable that I'm the person making all the decisions about my life.


From today's Hyperbole and a Half. I post this because I had an almost verbatim experience on Friday night (must be the tail end of Perseids) heading out to the car after forgetting my leftover carbonara in my back seat. A meteorite streaked across the sky and I was all like "HO SHIT UM UM UM [$wish]! Only make it not suck and stuff!" And then was promptly ashamed of/amused at myself.

Listening to "F**k You" on loop today. I think we finally found something to burn the Scott Pilgrim soundtrack out of my brain. Man, thinking about the next week makes me want to bury my head under my bed and not come out again until the damn move is over. I'm gonna need good music to get through it.