Moving is a Blast (SF)

Moving is funny.  Everyone knows that it's exhausting and overwhelming.  Doens't matter that I knew what was/is still coming.  I'm wiped.

Yesterday the sister, Maica-dog and I picked up a 6'x12' U-Haul trailer.  While sister and Dad were out mowing lawns, I ran around to banks making sure my money was situated to cover the checks for rent and the deposit.  Then we spent about 2 hours last night to load the trailer with our furniture.

Then this morning we were up and at 'em early again, heading south in time to unload the trailer, put together beds, get my sister to orientation for work, have lunch, and get the sister to her best friend's bachelorette party.

Yes, there is a wedding next weekend.  Thanks for asking.  One that my sister is maid of honor in, my mother is officiating (did I mention that I ordained her online), and I'm working with the wedding coordinator on.

The whole wedding thing fits in well with the moving schedule.

Know Mom and I are on the couch watching football, and the dogs and Dad are passed out.  Later we might make smoothies.  Crazy times I tell you.

I can't wait to finish the move off in a week or so.  It's my favorite activity ever.

(SF = sarcasm font)


  1. By the way, did I ever thank you for ordaining me? It kind of makes you like a bishop or something, doesn't it?

  2. Man, do I feel ya... I am moving in bits. I moved out of my SF apartment to my dad's house for a few months to save on rent and I commuted. During that time, I painstakingly drove 3-4 boxes of stuff over to storage at time. When my job ended, I took the necessities with me to my mom's to spend time with my sisters. Next month, my dad will go by storage, load up a Uhaul and meet me at the my school that I start at in September. I've been slowly moving for 5 months.
    Good luck with YOUR move though.
    I'm excited to read more about this wedding!