So, here we are in the new shack. I thought everything would be unpacked and set up the way I wanted by now, but it looks more like a tornado after-math ... 10-7=3
I have been taking the whole process in chunks (about the size of a cheeseball) and do as much each day as I can without going crazy. Boxes are stupid, and that is basically what I have learned. Also, you never find what you need at first, just a bunch of spatulas. Why do I have spatulas anyway? I don't remember buying any spatulas. Maybe I should give a few out as blogging awards. CONGRATULATIONS !!!!!!!!! ... You just won the GOLDEN SPATULA AWARD (yes you) *** Spatula - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia ***One accomplishment I can claim is the "Bundle O Quintessential" man stuff I gathered
on my coffee table. To live a good (and rewarding) life there are just certain must have items to be out there for the taking. The things I need, the things I covet, the things that excite me like Juice Newton in a bikini. OK ... nothing excites me like Juice Newton in a bikini, but my collective pile of goodies comes close. I have my trusty roll of tape to slap posters on the wall (of Juice Newton), some choice DVD's for my movie theater, the VIP electronic pack, magazines to stimulate my mind and also my brain, my golf trophy from the Super Chalice 5000 Tournament, my lucky wood chair, and of course .... man's BESTEST friend, THE REMOTE CONTROL.With these items within an arms reach, I feel confident that my new residence will prove to be in harmony with nature and the forces that rule the universe. What you want to avoid is pissing off the universe and have all your primo crap disappear down a black hole vortex of time and space. Let me tell you from experience ... that sucks!
I decided to just run back and forth wearing a lamp shade for the rest of the night because I cannot for the life of me find any light bulbs.
9 comments:
Do you really have that big of a thing for Juice Newton? I don't get it. She's named after a breakfast drink and a cookie. Did her mother not like her?
Glad to hear you're getting settled in the new place. I can't really see the magazines, but I do hope they are only for stimulating the mind and also possibly the brain. This is a PG rated blog after all. Any other kind of magazine stimulation would put this over the edge into the R rated category.
*keeping eyes covered just in case anyone is nekkid here*
(peeking between fingers)
:D
I think the light bulbs are under the spatulas. :)
Unpacking is the worst. Every time I have moved, there were boxes sitting around for what seemed like forever!!!
Love the photo of the doggies! They do look a little intimidated.
So where are you living now, Speedy? Are you in Minnesnowta still? Or are you in Timbuktu or Kalamazoo.
Nice to see you back in bloggy land. :)
Have you found the poop paper, Woody the Lumberjack Champion? ;)
Maybe if you run around long enough you'll produce a little energy to light the bulbs when you find them! The pooches are cute! Did you always have two?
Damn Uncle! You look amazingly hot in a lampshade. ::::wolf whistle::::::
Love ya babe and HUGS!!!!
YYYAAAAYYY!!! i have always wanted to win a golden spatula! wooooo hoooo!!!
where's ma golden spatula now?
anyway. hi. sorry i been gone so long. i was doin' stuff. almost forgot *how* to blog.
almost.
miiiiiissed you. i'm feelin' some chickenstein comin' !
I hope to never have to move again but if I do I'm going to buy everything new. Even my dogs.
I think your doggies are afraid of the spatulas. Better get rid of them fast!
Although, I bet some of those are pancake turners... better keep some of THOSE on hand. :) Life without pancakes doesn't even bear thinking about! :) I'm going to go make some now, actually.
after math 10-7=3 ha ha ha ha!
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