Showing posts with label preparations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label preparations. Show all posts

Monday, July 18, 2011

How I Always Get Out of Packing

Hi Friends. The time is nigh. We embark on our great adventure one week from tomorrow. So what, you may ask, are we doing to prepare? Well "we" aren't doing anything. Jim is. I will now detail for you the ways in which I have avoided moving and/or packing for the last three moves.

Hingham - Brighton: August 2007
This was the first time I ever moved out of my house (aside from college). My mom hired a moving van. I wasn't even there when they delivered everything. So easy.

Brighton - Beacon Hill: August 2008
We hired movers again. I went to the Cape and relaxed while Lorna and Jessie packed.

Beacon Hill - Hingham/Deep River: July 2009
This one is my favorite. I went to pick up the U-Haul in Cambridge and it took about 3 hours to wait in line. By the time I got back, Lorna, Jessie, and Jim had packed everything and brought most of it down the stairs. Yes, it was a pain to stand at U-Haul for all that time, but in the end, I think I got the better end of the deal.

Now, I sit at work while Jim slaves away at home packing boxes of dishes and cookware. Sure, I'll have to throw all my clothes in some luggage at some point, but by the grace of God I've once again escaped the painful process of packing.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Answering the Eternal Question

"So are you excited about your move?" "You must be getting excited to move" "Have you started packing for your move?"

Yes, Yes, and No. People started asking if we were packing as far back as June. Did people think we were going to sit at home naked with no furniture for two months? I'm planning on waiting until July 19th, my first day as an unemployed wo-man and I'll walk through the apartment throwing things in boxes and bags. Seems like a good plan, right? No seriously, will that work?

Speaking of unemployment, Jim has been jobless for nearly a month now. At first, it was nice because he'd go over to his parents' house during the day, Jack would get to hang out in their yard, and he'd bring home fresh fruit salad. Alas, that did not last long. Until today, he spent his days watching the Casey Anthony trial, obsessing over every detail, judging every expert witness, and threatening to create a drinking game if Casey went on the stand. Needless to say, yesterday was INTENSE. He called at around 1 p.m. on the way to the liquor store because the jury was going to return the verdict at 2:15. He gchatted me throughout the reading of the verdict and his horror/lack of anything better to do was apparent. I've taken the liberty of removing my responses because it's funnier this way. It's like that blog garfieldminusgarfield.net/. It just makes Jim look like a lunatic, which isn't far from the truth.

Jim: verdict in
Jim: VERDICT IN!!!!!
Jim: this is HUGE
Jim: OH MY GOD
1:29 PM what do i do now
Jim: we have no booze
Jim: so what do you think the verdict will be
Jim: im thinking 1st degree murder
1:48 PM this has been quick and i think the biggest debate would be between aggravated mansluaghter and first degree murder
Jim: this is going to be interesting
Jim: andrew needs to get down to the courthouse now
  this is history here
2:00 PM nancy grace is screaming tot mom
  she is saying that she is guilty as chaarged
2:02 PM Jim: baez just entered courtroom
  casey is in the courtroom
  casey is now being seated
2:04 PM baez talking to casey
2:06 PM the commericial is funny
Jim: people are saying casey looks scared
  everyone is in place right now
2:12 PM we were there in the beginning
2:17 PM not guilty
2:18 PM what
  what
  what
Jim: you have to be kidding me
  wow
2:20 PM Jim: not even manslaughter
Jim: i will have to listen to the interviews
  she is basically free to go
2:23 PM this unbelieavable
  jeff ashton is pissed
  the jury basically thinks the father did it
Jim: unbelievable... she is going to make money off of this and live her crazy lifestyle
2:26 PM this is just like the oj case
Jim: its getting to the point and i feel like these csi shows are making people over look common sense and what dna evidence
2:30 PM Jim: wow
2:31 PM not even child abuse
  nancy grace "tot mom not guilty"
  so george and cindy left the courtroom without celebrating
2:51 PM Jim: we need to change our justice system
2:52 PM they should riot in orlando
Jim: people are crying over the verdict and calling up nancy grace
3:06 PM i think riots might start
Jim: oh the public is awesome
  they are hilarious
  people are pissed
3:11 PM Jim: if the jury comes one and believe the drowning i will be so pissed
3:16 PM Jim: the jurors do not want to talk to the media
 Jim: this is crazy
  what is going on
Jim: i think someone was pulling the strings in the jury
3:44 PM it seemed offly quick to come back not guilty and its weird no one wants to talk to the media
  its like they are holding out to get paid more to talk
3:45 PM Jim: it is really weird they don't want to talk right now
  everyone steps up when money is offered
3:49 PM Jim: its just like runaway jury... some one was controlling the jury

We've decided to get rid of all our furniture and start over in Berkeley, so to speak. So if anyone's in the market for a well-worn couch covered in dog hair or bookshelves purchased and assembled by Walmart, holla atcha girl.

Monday, June 27, 2011

How do you drive 3,000 miles without murdering your spouse (legit question)?

As some of you may know, Jim and I are relocating to the San Francisco Bay Area on July 26th. Jim will be starting a Ph.D. program at UC Berkeley, and I will be sitting at home circling jobs in the Wanted Ads with a red marker, while Jack stares glumly at me from his new 500-square-foot home/toilet.

I've decided I/we (really I) will blog throughout the 3,000 mile journey to Cali. Hopefully we can get into some serious hijinx. Possibly break down on a Kansas road and be abducted by a hill creature a la The Hills Have Eyes, Jeepers Creepers, and millions of B horror movies. I have always wondered how I'd react in that situation. Most likely, I'd convince them to take Jim and Jack and spare me. But they wouldn't. Oh, no, they would not.

Anywhizzle, let's start this off with some reader input. Jim and I are looking for suggestions on how to pass the time while driving 10 hours a day, from Topeka to Denver, for example. Audiobooks that will please all? Fun driving games? Recipes for cooking dog meat in case we run out of money/get curious? Anything to stop us from ending up in a 3,000-mile argument about whether or not we should go to Burger King or McDonald's (everyone knows Burger King fries are seriously sub-par). Lastly, how do you entertain a possibly satanic chihuahua mix for six straight days of driving? Do we just inject him with heroin and hope for the best? Any and all comments are welcome, even if you just want to tell me to shut the hell up and leave already.