Boxes, boxes. Everywhere boxes.

We are packing up our house!!!  Wow, do we own some books.  I mean, it's a little ridiculous.  And I love it.  It makes me want to do the happy dance!!!!  ...until I am boxing them up.  And same with dishes, but don't tell Josh.

You know what I love about nerds?  I love the way nerds love.  Unlike his foil, the Nerd never looks over his shoulder before he declares, "That is SO COOL!!!!"  Bless the nerds. 

I am the worst taiko member ever right now.  But I warned them all.  I will be a real taiko player again beginning June.

I am so depressed that I have to work tomorrow after all the boxing we've been doing. 

Love you all!  I will have a new house in 3 weeks! 

A Few Things, Before I Get On With My Day

1.  We are packing up the house to move.  We must do this packing in order to sell the house, and must sell the house in order to get a new place.  Therefore, I am packing, but have no new place.  The feeling of homelessness in my own home is much worse than I had expected, and probably the house will sell just as I am beginning to feel comfortable in it again.  Not to mention the fact that there is lots of pressure to get done fast.  I have to pack, and fast!

2.  I am trying to get a new job, while working on Saturdays.  These two things are not helping each other in the least.  I have not had time to do much applying lately, but I understand that I need to get back into it, or no work will be found.  Because of the alleged future move, more pressure than usual is associated with this job change.

3.  Children.  They need a better school, and they need me to be better, too.  No pressure.

4.  Christmas.  I thought because I work on Saturday, I would be excused from the party that always turns me into Ebeneezer Scrooge.  It's the one where they tell you to bring food and presents and money.  So unChristmaslike.  This year, I was told to bring White Elephant gifts for all members of the family, plus game money, plus...they even told me WHAT to cook.  But I work on Saturday, so that won't really affect me.  Oh.  Whoops.  It's on a Sunday this year.  A Sunday that I already RSPVed to another party, but Josh is making me cancel.  So, I definitely am in the wrong frame of mind for this party.  I'm angry at it already. 

Next year is the year, Friends.  I WILL have Christmas on my own terms.  And that works out well for you guys, because my terms include inviting guests without asking for a damned thing.  What do I want to see?  YOU.  I will do the rest.

Today, I need to buy Josh's Christmas presents and pay bills.  And do more packing, of course.

This week I have two pot lucks, and I work a half day Saturday so I can see the kids' first ever music performance on their instruments.  The school music program is the same morning, but I will have to miss it.  Then, Sunday is the...you know...other party.  (HUMBUG!)

Love you guys.  Keep healthy.  Keep Safe.

Stress Level Approaching Critical!

Came home from work and started packing up my beautiful dishes.  And I'm freaking out.

There is just so much going on right now.  For some reason, Taiko is having a stressful Christmas season.  Part of it is not our fault, but some of it is self-inflicted.  We are, in fact, having a pot luck on Thursday.  No idea what to bring.  Work is having a pot luck on Friday, and I've been encouraged to bring something.  Oh, and I'm supposed to bring enough for the drivers, if possible.  How many?  Oh, 70.

I so wish I were kidding.

Not even going into all the other "usual" Christmas stress.  And time is getting away from me in terms of shopping, as well.  It's that whole working on Saturdays thing.

Did I mention that I need a new job?

Well.  Trying hard to keep some Christmas Spirit.  Kids have letters to write to Santa, and with luck I will have the tree up soon.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJ_MGWio-vc

Tomorrow Josh's work buddy, Santiago, is going to help him take a few things to the storage facility.  One of them is my antique Irish gate-leg table.  Lets all cross our fingers that it arrives in safety, not only to this, its temporary home, but also to the now unknown permanent home.

So, think of me tonight and tomorrow as I pack away the things that make this my home:  my dishes and my books.  *sniffle*

Anyone want to buy my house?