Packing, packing and yet more packing.

For more moving fun, the Subway where I work is closing next Wednesday
and Thursday to pack everything up and move it to the new store. Guess
who’s on the list to move shit?

I would like to say that this is the last time I will ever move my
shit, but it’s not. Two more times. Just two more after this. And then,
I am done. I think, perhaps, forever. I have moved at least once a year
- usually twice for the past 7 years. I’ve sorted through most of this
shit way too many times to want to do it anymore. Good for cleaning and
organizing – suuuuuck for anything else.

Dear my new cell phone -

I love you. Your battery has lasted without being charged since Monday
morning through repeated phone calls and alarm clocks. You do not go
dead in the middle of conversations. You let me check my voice mails
and actually talk to my friends. And you are Verizon, as are most of my
friends which means free chats.

I went to Subway for dinner tonight.

I worked there during lunch and then came home and packed. And packed.
And packed some more – mostly my kitchen. Sorting, cleaning etc…

Dinner time rolls around and I realize that I really haven’t got
anything to eat in the house. The milk is outdated and I have not
really been buying groceries in preparation for moving to the BF’s
house…all I’ve got is refried beans, but I’m out of tortillas. I
don’t even have bread. (The roommate is on a low carb diet which means
she can’t eat it and I didn’t want to buy a whole loaf for me to eat
just two or three pieces). So I went to Subway. At least I like their
food.

QUESTIONS:
from her

1)  What is the highest risk you ever took and were you glad you did?

Internet dating probably (I’m fairly low risk, at least in my
opinion, especially when it comes to something that involves emotional
risk) and indeed – there were flops (like the guy who never looked at
my cleavage) and some false starts, but overall results were very good.

Physical risk? Probably flying in a helicopter with no doors or
floors or else skiing (this was probably the most physically painful
risk…)

2)  If you were given $100,000 but weren’t allowed to spend it on anyone else or give it away what would you do with it?

Pay off my debts, make a down payment on a fucking awesome house -
and buy my cats a really really awesome gratuitously overpriced cat
tree.

3)  What is your earliest childhood memory and how old were you at the time?

I remember mowing the lawn with my dad back when we lived in
Michigan. We used to live next door to a field that was (at least in my
young memory) HUGE. He would hitch our little red wagon to the back of
the tractor and we would ride in the back of the wagon while he mowed
the field for hours and hours. I clearly remember getting my feet
absolutely green and filthy from holding them over the wagon wheels and
letting them scrape off the fresh caught grass…I remember riding in
it with my older sister, but not my younger sister actually being born
yet, so probably 2 or 3 years old.

4)  What is the one thing that scares you the most (and, if there’s a particular reason it does, why?)

Loss. I think because it is inevitable. Things are going to get used
up, people are going to die or leave or move on and there is absolutely
nothing you can do about it. You can accept it and live with it – but
damn if I’m going to like it.

5)  What do you perceive to be your greatest achievement in your life thus far?

Actually getting that damn Master’s degree – it may be useless but
at least I have the little piece of paper to show for two years of
blood, sweat, tears and pizza.

People look at you funny when you buy 80lbs of cat litter.

I just bought a dry erase calendar to go on our refrigerator to keep track of our respective schedules.

This makes me terribly excited.

I nearly squealed and jumped up and down.

That is all.

My second job, in a large supermarket/superstore type place called
Meijer (present only in the MidWest region), plays music. Taped music.
Bad taped music.

Sadly, I spend a lot of time alone, just stocking shelves and
eventually, I start bopping along to the music. Or singing along. Or
singing and bopping and dancing along. Customers seem to find it
humorous, but as I’m off in my own little world, I don’t so much care.

Until I catch myself singing along with Celine Dion lyrics…And now
they’re stuck in my head. I am NOT a Celine Dion fan. I don’t even
usually listen to music with words in it – primarily because lyrics do
stick in my head…but I’ve been singing “The Power of Love” since
about 7pm tonight.

I really hope I don’t fall ASLEEP to those lyrics.

Four weeks until moving in is complete.

The list of things to be accomplished is fairly daunting – though much
of it does not have to be done before I move in. My personal tasks
include much by way of sorting, packing and determining what stays in
the apartment, what goes to the house and what will be packed up for
use in Arizona only.

Part of me says “AHHH! I have so much to do!”

Another part says “AHHH! I’m so damn excited that I want to jump up and down and squeal like a little girl.”

And another part says “Mmmmm. Things are just exactly right.”

Just finished this one.

And now I’m starting this one (second row from the bottom, the far right one entitled “Circle of Friends”).

Not that there is much time with painting, packing and working.
But I like me some cross-stitching, yo. So I will find the time.

I’m thinking that tonight is going to be long.
And by tonight, I mean my first job that starts at 11am and my second job that ends at 10pm…

Two jobs are rough I think.