Wednesday, April 19, 2006


These two freaking idiots finally had their baby. Now all we need is for Angelina and Brad Whats-His-Face to have theirs, and then the whole world can breathe a sigh of relief and find something new to fixate on.

I dunno about you guys, but I'm pretty sick and tired of hearing about these people and their "silent birth"...I'm just pretty sick of em all the way around. I mean, am I weird? Every time I turn on the TV, there he is. Now, you know, I liked Tom Cruise during "Risky Business." I liked the guy in "Top Gun". But there just comes a point where I reach my breaking point with celebrity exposure, and that stunt on Oprah's couch was pretty much the beginning of the end for me.

You know, I even used to like Katie Holmes. That was when I only heard her name once every six months instead of 12 times a day.

I hope she screamed her face off. And then I hope she begged for drugs, and then I hope that Tom cried at the thought of an epidural.

That would make me smile. Out of happiness for them of course. Because I'm just nice like that.


Just a reminder, because I've gotten a couple e-mails from people looking for specific pictures or specific movie files, etc, and they're thinking I've taken some things down.... There's a menu along the right side of the screen that has all the archives from my blog, organized by month. Every picture, file, and movie I have ever put in here, can be found within that're just going to have to dig.

Happy hump day....

I really shouldn't be blogging right now, there's so much I should be doing.

Oh, well.

Our dumpster arrived day before yesterday, so we've started the lovely process of tearing the crap out of everything and getting rid of the things that we don't plan to take with us that aren't being donated.

Tomorrow, our first pod arrives. I say "first" because we're actually anticipating that we will need two. We'd be really happy to only need one, but we're also being realistic. I'm really looking forward to the pod arriving because this means that I can get rid of some of these boxes that are sitting around, and free up some space to get more work done. I think it will feel more real then, too.

I went in to Sebastian's school today and let them know that he won't be in the district next year. I know that they're getting ready to set up classes for next year, I figured it would be best to just let them know now so it didn't complicate their class lists for the next grade. They gave me some forms to fill out, which means that I need to call the Lake Stevens school district and find out which school he'll be going to, since our new house is right smack in the middle of two of them.

Our school budget got defeated yesterday. I suppose I'm not really suprised, it was defeated last year too. I think a lot of the problem is that there are a lot of retired people here in town, or people who no longer have kids in the school district, so they figure that they got what they needed out of the school district, they shouldn't have to contribute anymore. Meanwhile we can't even keep up with the cost of living. Teaching jobs are being eliminated, programs are being cut left and right, and we're slowly working our way towards the dark ages again. Makes me even more relieved to get out of this place, when I live in a town full of people that aren't willing to pay $13 a month in taxes to make sure that our kids get a decent education. It's pretty infuriating, actually. We already have a school district that's the laughing stock of the state, so let's just kick it while it's down.

Today I tear down my sewing table and clear that all out. Should be fun. Not.

I'm also still looking for a simple but lengthy project that I can take with me on the plane. I really don't want anything challenging or involved, because I really don't want to have to worry about keeping track of rows or pattern stitches, but I would like something that would keep me occupied, it's a 6 hour flight.

Anyway, I'm off to the land of boxed things.

Friday, April 14, 2006

So. Uh. Yah.

So people have been calling me to make sure I'm alive since I haven't updated my blog.

I have a lot going on so updates are going to be pretty sporadic for a while.

We have just over 2 months before we're out of here. I have reached the point where, in my quest to pack up the non-essential crap that I just want to get out of here, that I have literally boxed my family into our house. There's a trail in between boxes that we follow to get from one place to the next, and well, that's about how it is.

See, I'm a procrastinator. I'm the kind of person who puts things off until the last possible minute and then I freak out trying to get things done. Believe it or not, I actually thrive in those sort of circumstances, but it's not a pretty thing to witness. So I've decided that I'm going to spare my family the sight of me freaking out, and I'm trying to make sure that if things don't get done in time, it isn't MY fault lol.

This week was spring break for Sebastian. I wish I could say that we did something exciting, but we really didn't. We went to the mall, and took a routine trip to WallyWorld and to the grocery store, but other than that, we stuck around home, mostly because I have a sinus infection.

What we did do though, that was kind of cool, was sift through our family movies. Movies from when he was first born, all the way up. Sebastian really digs doing this, and I do, too. I am amazed at how easy it is to forget how he was as a baby. I look at him now and I have such a hard time remembering how small he was or holding him when he was just a little thing, and I don't know why that is. That's why these movies are so valuable to me, because I could just watch them over and over and over again, and I could never get tired of them.

Makes me want another baby, too. Heheh.

I haven't accomplished anything knitting-wise. I just don't have the attention span right now to do anything more than a dishcloth. I've started like, 4 different projects this week alone, but I just can't sit down and get into them.

I guess I just have too much on my mind-I'm too distracted. All I can think of is getting out of this horrible town, and every time I hear yet one more craptastic thing that is going on in town or that has happened in the schools, I breathe a sigh of relief because I know that in two months and one week, it won't be my problem anymore. I won't have to worry about it or how it's going to affect my son and school and our taxes and the sewer and which teacher got fired for what inappropriate Myspace page or how many kids got busted or overdosed on heroine in the junior high school last week or why they're going to let them put in a senior center in a community where not enough people are voting for school taxes, etc.

There are just so many reasons to be ready to go, and if you could sit there while I spent all day listing them out, you'd be just as anxious as I am for school to end so we can get the HELL out of this place.

Anyway, I got this nifty cherry chocolate pudding cake at the store today. And I'm going to go downstairs, and I'm going to eat it. :)

Not going to be my problem anymore

Thursday, April 06, 2006


So yah, it's like.. April and stuff. Despite that, it snowed yesterday. Big poofy flakes. It didn't stick around for too long, but it was still annoying, especially for my neighbor who you can see scraping off his car. lols, poor guy. For me it was kind of a "wtf" kind of thing to see snow on the ground and more falling from the sky. It was good motivation for packing my shit, to be honest. hah.

So I've been slacking on posts this week, but not slacking in real life.

We finalized all that inspection stuff on our new place, and we and the seller were finally able to agree on a somewhat satisfactory agreement. So that's done.

Then yesterday, UPS delivered a skinny envelope from our mortgage company which had our check. I made Phil put that sucker in the bank fast before the mortgage company could change their minds lols.

I have begun packing. Let me just say that this is the first time in my entire life that I have ever packed things into actual boxes during a move. Every other time I've moved, I've thrown my stuff into garbage bags and made the most of it. The art of neatly stacking things into boxes and labelling the boxes is pretty bizarre to me, but with a move like this, I want to have some sense of organization. I don't want that feeling of panic that I've somehow managed to associate with moving to pop up because I'm quite sure that this whole process will be overwhelming as it is.

Turns out that we have a lot of shit. I keep packing boxes but I feel like I'm not getting anywhere hehe. I haven't even touched Phil's grandmother's china, because I'm a bit worried as to how to pack all of that without getting any of it broken. I keep walking by it and looking at it, and then I go pack DVDs or something.

Anyway, I'm off to my boxes and sharpies.

Have a good day.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Happy April!!

I've never much been into the April Fool's day end of things. Maybe because I totally suck at coming up with anything half way believeable.

I thought seriously last night about telling Phil that cable internet wouldn't be available where we are moving to, but that would be an awful risky venture. By the time it was over he'd probably rip up our sales contract and try to back out of the transaction. Then the joke would surely be on me, hehe.

Speaking of transactions, it appears that ours may be a done deal. We sent in our counter offer to her counter offer to our offer (hah!) about the inspection, and we requested a $2500 drop in sales price and the repair of the window she previously agreed to do.

That was too much for her, so she offered a reduction in the sales price by $2000 and the window being repaired. Basically she shaved $500 off from our offer. It doesn't take a genius to know that an offer like that is probably the best we're going to see from her, so we signed it and sent it back.

Now all we have to do is basically give her a check, pack, and wait for her to get the Hell out of our house.

You know, I figured pretty much that this would be an easy simple transaction. This just goes to show that even the things that appear to be a piece of cake on the outside, can be a pain in the ass.

I mean, I understand that this is a really stressful time for this woman who is selling the place. She's older, I don't think she's sold anything before in her life, and she's confused. I guess when the inspector was there, she would freak out every time he would write something down on his clip board. The thing is though, is that her agent is responsible for guiding her through the process-to clarify things for her and to help her understand what is going on, and I just get the impression that none of that was going on.

Oh well. As long as she signs the closing papers and gets out of there by June, I don't really care anymore. I just want it done.

Yesterday I tried to go through and sift through my books, to try to get rid of some of them. I have a ton of books. Mostly books that I wouldn't dream of getting rid of in a million years. That alone makes the whole process difficult. The thing about books is that I can't stand getting rid of a book I haven't read. And then, I have a hard time remembering if I have actually read something.

This meant that yesterday I ended up with three stacks of books. Books I was keeping. Books I knew I had read and didn't want to keep, and books that I couldn't remember if I had read, so I had better read them before I decide.

The worst part about this book stuff? Everyone in this house is a book piggy. So I went through one set of bookshelves....I still have six more to go. And then I have three big boxes of books stacked up in my closet that I know I haven't read. Go Ebay!

Well, I haven't had my coffee yet, so I'm going to head on down and get some started. Then I'm going to wander around my house, wondering where I should start.

Have a lovely day!