We are here, the movers are not.  And Hermie, who has suddenly become a people lover, is biting me because I’m typing instead of petting her.

Moving sucks a big, rotten one.  We hate living this sparse existence.  Convenience foods (can I just say thank fuck for Kashi and Amy’s?) and fast food, sleeping on an air mattress, granted, it’s a really nice, thick one, but it’s still a fucking air mattress, and not knowing how to find the fucking gas station is all grating on my nerves.  Jat tried to calm my ire and frustration by buying me Spore for the DS.  Thank fuck.  I needed a distraction and since my yarn and dyeing equipment hasn’t gotten here yet, I can’t do any work, between that and living in this dark fucking house, a girl could go crazy.

I tried venturing out yesterday and got lost as fuck.  I had Jat’s GPS, but the fucking whore kept trying to send me down this dead end road that, as it got toward the end, became less and less paved and the trailers on the sides of the road got thicker and thicker.  I kept expecting either or both a shotgun barrel to appear out a window or banjo music to start up.  We are in the sticks, y’all.  The nearest gas station is 15 minutes away and with my useless wandering I’m not entirely sure I have enough gas to make it to the gas station.  I kept driving yesterday thinking I’d hit a gas station eventually.  Ha, we’re not in Ga anymore, babe.  The closest thing I found to a gas station was a car dealership, not quite what I was needing.

We have at least one big fat groundhog that lives in our back yard.  I tried to get pictures of him but he took off before I could.  He’s huge, probably bigger than Spanky.  I had no idea they were cat sized gerbils.  I thought they were slightly larger than your common squirrel.  Whatever, that fucker could take me down.

Rhett has been delightedly eating all the fallen apples and pears on the ground in the backyard.  The fact he hasn’t had an assplosion of shit is a testament to his steel lined stomach.  He usually comes in at night with at least one in his mouth so he can munch in leisure.

Here are pics of the house and the yard.  I can’t get this shithole primed fast enough.  The house is great, but the paint makes me fucking hate it.

It does, there ain’t no way ’round that particular factoid. It just fucking blows.

My office is packed, mostly, I still need my scanner and printer.

The garage is almost done being packed. I have one more table of shit to sort through and pack up.

We have given away probably thousands of dollars worth of shit over the past few days. The only things left are the living room furniture and the dresser in the bedroom. Oh, and 3 bookcases we’re listing on Craig’s List in a few.

Vultures, descending on the carrion of our lives. The yard sale we were going to have was vetoed by us both by noon on Sunday. Fuck that shit. We made a whopping 93 dollars over both days. Most of that on Saturday. So yeah, vultures. It’s amazing how fast the hordes fall upon all our old, shitty crap. Ok, so some of it was pretty nice, we just don’t want to fuck with it. But still, amazing. I’ve found the only way to manage giving free shit away is to be a royal bitch in the post. That way people don’t fuck around with knocking on the door to see what else we might have left that we haven’t put out yet, or emailing to find out what we have, can we take pictures, will we hold something. Fuck no. So I’m a bitch and tell everyone to just show up and get what you want. Don’t knock, don’t email, don’t ask me to hold a damn thing. Just come get it, I’ll delete the post when all the shit is gone. As a matter of fact I ignore emails. I mean, I’ll read ‘em just to laugh at some dumb fuck who’s too lazy and/or stupid to read, but I won’t respond. I don’t give a fuck about you and your 6 starving kids. You shoulda sucked him off instead, honey.

Yes, I really got some piss poor sob story about being a single mom with 6 kids. Like I give a fuck about your illegitimate offspring, you slut.

Moving puts me in a sour frame of mind. My poor husband has been a saint and put up with my bitchiness without complaint. He is understanding as all fuck.

2 days and counting. OMG.

I should. I should be packing a box right now. Instead I’m drinking coffee, browsing Ravelry and playing Neopets. Oh, shut up.

We’re leaving the heavy shit, most of it. I’m keeping my living room tables and my lamps, I love my fucking lamps. But the couch, chairs and ottoman are going. Our mattress set is going. We’re going to get a Select Comfort, I don’t give a fuck if they are 3k, I want one and I’m going to fucking have one. Spoiled much? Blame my husband, he’s the one what gives me just about anything I want. Have I mentioned how amazing he is and how motherfucking hard it is to live apart from him? I miss the hell out of him, I really do. We’re in pretty much constant contact over IM, or were, he starts his new job today, so I probably won’t be hearing from him much except at night. Next week he flies out to San Fran for orientation. He’ll be out there a week. I’ll be here procrastinating any actual work toward the move. I did get all my yarn, fiber and dyeing supplies packed up yesterday though. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, my yarn only filled up two big plastic totes, the fiber I was (barely) able to cram into one large cardboard box. Thank fuck it’s squishable.

I’m also trying to get my office packed up. I’ve moved my laptop down to the living room so I can start packing up the electronics. The only thing I have to leave plugged in is the router and modem so I can have intarwebz and tv and my vast selection of animated shows. I am quite pissed because I’m getting an error when I try to play Mario Kart Wii, it won’t read the disk and it’s irritating the fuck out of me, because that game rocks all sorts of ways. Speaking of rocking games, I’ve been playing The World Ends With You on the DS. Dude. Fucking hell, what a brilliantly developed game this is. The story is awesome, the game play is great, the reward system is fantastic and it’s just very engaging and fun. One day I could be working for Square Enix as an animator. How fucking awesome would that be?

I am hoping like hell we hear back on our offer today. I think they have till Wednesday, I’m not sure, I didn’t sign or read any of the paperwork. We’re going to do a quick claim deed since his credit is a little better than mine. That way we’ll maintain a reasonable interest rate. We’ve got all the paperwork together, or mostly together. I still have to get to the bank today, I have a couple of checks to deposit and I need hard copies of our last two months’ bank statements.

I am determined to be organized in the new house. I bought a couple of books off Amazon. They both came highly recommended and they’re both by Martha Stewart. Fuck it, as long as I get organized, I can put up with her creepy smile and suffocating tone. I also ordered a label maker and I will be buying all sorts of containers and labeling shit and hopefully keeping shit organized. Getting rid of a lot of our stuff is going to help a ton.