The last bit

So it's really the wee hours of the morning... I couldn't sleep so got up to do "just a few more things". Hopefully I got enough of those nagging little bits done that I can get a few hours of sleep before the packers arrive!

I am REALLY glad that we don't have to pack ourselves. But I do always feel awkward hanging around watching while they wrap all our belongings in paper and pack them into boxes. I'm trying my best to just look ahead a few days and then I can relax a little.

Since I can't run the vacuum or poke around in the bedrooms while everyone is sleeping, I guess I will turn in again.

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Moving right along

Success! My plan has worked. We sold our washer and dryer at the yard sale yesterday so I no longer have to do laundry! Muahahaha

Well until Wednesday night at the guest house when I lug everything we have worn since yesterday to the laundromat. Oh victory can be sweet but short lived.

We also managed to sell our old dining set, and a BUNCH of other things. Then the bit that was left was dropped off at the post thrift store. Though I always have to work through some issues letting things go, it really feels good to have such a volume of "stuff" out of the house.

And so now I sit here procrastinating for a few more minutes. The kids are upstairs cleaning up what they can find to do. David is in the basement.... oh what a job that is.

mmmmm kinda nice to just sit here while everyone is busy. mmmmmm

Ok, the guilt is too much. Next on my list is separate all the clothing we are going to want for the move and clear out the large bathroom so it can be a staging area for stuff we don't want the packers to touch.

Remembrance

The flags are at half mast. Our thoughts return to that fatefull day. It doesn't seem like it could be eight years past.

Drinking problem

I finally figured out how to post Youtube videos in a blog post... And there was much rejoicing.

You must watch this video. I can't stop laughing. I wonder how he does with food?

The never ending job

Oh my goodness.... I am tired of sorting.

Sorting, clothing.... seasonal, for fit, stains, tears.... and then again for laundry.

Sorting paper. Papers that came in the mail and got stacked. Papers that came home with the kids. Papers that have something on them that I feel I need to save for what ever reason. Papers that have something on them that I felt I needed to save for what ever reason at one time but now see that it was rediculous. Papers, papers, papers.

How many little plastic or metal bits of what not can there possibly be in this house. Things that might be a screw or a clamp or somthing that must go to something else that would probably be rendered useless if that little bit is thrown away.

There is a "thing" basket by the front door. A "thing" basket on my desk. A "thing" drawer in the kitchen. A "thing" shelf in the bedroom. And still more "thing" piles here, there and everywhere than I care to think about.

I'm stressing over the packers coming into the house and finding all the little stacks and piles of who knows what that somehow got stuck who knows where. So we are sorting. And sorting. And sorting. And we have made some great progress. Bags have gone to the trash, the goodwill store, and are awaiting a yard sale.

But somehow the house looks worse now. And we are whooped.

And wth does this little plastic piece of whatever go to... and why is it here?

More Fort Riley fun

We went to an event last friday and had a lot of fun. The news article about it has a picture of someone you might recognize.

http://www.riley.army.mil/NewsViewer.aspx?id=2954

Bowling for soup.... and everclear

We thought this was too funny not to share. The roads out the gates of Fort Riley often have signs reminding us of upcoming events.

I saw a sign somewhere else today with some further information. While driving by I was able to glean that it's actually the musical group not the alcohol that's involved with the event. =P

Update! Bowling for Soup is also a musical group. Rofl!