This is what my happy face looks like at the end of a moving day.
I feel as though I could conquer a small, totalitarian government.
That’s the strength I’ve received from Skye and Lindsey’s recent move.
First there was the painting.
Then, well, there was more painting.
Then we destroyed a dresser with our bare hands.
(And a little help from a sledgehammer and axe.)
And you might have thought our moving surprises were over.
You’d be wrong.
‘Cause you clearly haven’t considered the surprise inherent in discovering…
Remember childhood, when surprises were happy things? Like snow days?
That the kitchen isn’t packed.
At all.
Though that does mean there’s plenty of alcohol within easy reach, so there are upsides.
Or discovering…
Strong swong - who can't carry a sofa down three flights of stairs?
That the two guys able to move the heavy furniture are bailing.
Early.
And one of them is seriously considering setting the filled truck on fire.
Or discovering…
Silly, silly automobiles.
That while we were all busy with moving, Anna’s car was busing trying to commit suicide.
Doesn't she look like she's saying "howdy, neighbor"? Just me?
I hope nobody I know moves for at least another few months.
‘Cause I’m just not sure how many more surprises I can take.
I hope my new totalitarian regime has universal health care
Because carrying all those boxes really isn’t good for the back,
Megan
The Dreadful Surprises of Moving
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At the very least your regime has access to a make-shift defibrillator.
‘Da, sure! First, we hook you up to battery…’
(*In my best Boris Badenov*)
CLEAR!
eww kitchen packing is the worst. I think, when we moved, Alex packed literally the whole apartment in the same time I managed to pack our entire kitchen. So many odd little items!
You won’t believe this…
But yesterday, my husband said to me “I think we should move”
Then I responded “Do you love your dresser?”
i DETEST moving!! if i never have to move again in my whole entire life….IT.WILL.BE.TOO.SOON. lol that’s how much i hate it…
Ha. Next time, call in my mother. She packed up the entire house in Virginia for storage and shipment to Korea in TWO DAYS. And on the way back (to the same house) from Pennsylvania, in SIX HOURS, then drove to Boston.
Of course, I’m pretty sure she can warp time and space, but that’s all to the good for moving, right?
your mother sounds amazing. do you rent her out?
One of the joys of being over 30 is that you no longer feel compelled to help your friends move. Thank you for reminding me of this upside.
Are you kidding? I have to settle down by 30?!?!
HAHAHAHA.
And thus Mindee sets off Skye’s life crisis.
yeah… I have a feeling I’ll still be helping people move when I’m over 30…
Yikes! And this is why, much like flying first class, after four corporate moves (they even come pack yo’ shite), I’ll never go back to moving myself. Da horra!
Yea, I told my husband – next time we move? We are hiring a company. To which the response was: yeah? with what money. Yeah…thats how long it’ll be before I agree to move again
I cringe when I hear the word, “Moving.” I can’t stand to pack, move and deal with the mess. Ugh!
One of the big reasons I own my house is because homeownership is really not fun, and dealing with finding a buyer & moving in somewhere else is such a pain that I’m not ever tempted to move.
But, I’d have a hard time saying “no” to any move request if there were wine involved…
How about discovering that the nice cable man who came over to help jump start Anna’s car stole my cell phone? And then 10 minutes later finding my cell phone in a bush and feeling really guilty that I assumed the cable guy stole it? Sigh, that was a great day.
You are a far better person than me, what with helping your friends to move.
If I never move again, it’ll be too soon. Moving is the stuff made of nightmares.
Moving just plain sucks.
Although I will say, we always pack the kitchen last just so we CAN get to the alcohol while in the process of packing.
So, kudos for that slip-up. I’m sure it made things a little easier to deal with. LOL
Thanks for stopping by my blog yesterday! Yours is great! I’m enjoying it.
I really, really, REALLY wish that I’d seen this post before I agreed to help my sister pack up things in her old house for their move to their new house
We once forgot to check the dishwasher until the very last minute (at least we hadn’t left the state yet). But a whole kitchen? That is quite talented!
Normally I would say I am a Very popular lady. Whenever I bake cookies? There are lines of my friends Around.The.Block. Or at least on Facebook.
But on moving day?
Oh moving day.
THAT is the day when you truly find out who your friends are.
And how much free pizza they can consume.
You need to bribe those men that can lift heavy furniture with the alcohol you found in the kitchen so that they will continue to help.
well I’m sure you’ll remember the kitchen next time. I always take the kitchen stuff over and unpack it first thing (the night before if possible), while the removalists load up the heavy items. The other thing I do as soon as the furniture is delivered is make the bed. that way you’ve got somewhere to collapse when the inevitable crash occurs
You young ones have so much energy. I take less and less each time I relocate now. If I move too many more times I’ll be down to just Dentucream and Depends.
you are funny! I love your sense of humor! Thank you for stopping by my blog! And good luck with the settling in thing!
I’ve only truly moved once and have since decided that if I ever have to move again, it might be easier just to buy all the weird kitchen things I don’t think I can pack. That means I will be moving with my vegetable steamer, Hot Shot water heater, a pan and my OveGlove. That should work out well.
Moving sucks. Each time we have to do it, I wish we could leave everything we own and start all over again with new stuff rather than have to pack.
I have threatened my parents that they must move (and hence declutter) before they die as their house is FULL. The thought of trying to pack up that house freaks me out.
Love the story though, moving is always a good time for stories. And you are a great friend. Anyone who helps you move house goes on the friendship walk of fame.
Eek
I think negative surprises should have to come with warnings, so they’re not surprises at all. Although perhaps that would be worse…
Either way, I hope things improve and the rest of the move / unpacking goes smoothly!
UGH! Moving is the pits but hopefully you don’t do it too often. And I think you look absolutely adorable after an entire day with it and all those fun surprises.
Why the universal health care, eh? You’re the dictator! Make some peasant donate his back.
Oh, you are a good person. I don’t like helping others move, but I do know how MUCH I appreciated the help when I have moved so I do it anyways. Snacks and booze always help!
Thanks for stopping by today! Your blog is a riot!
Fun blog! I dig all the pics. I hope you get all settled and cozy soon.
Ah no! What terrible surprises moving day have brought. Sucks!
Kitchen packing is the worst, I hate it!! I would just drink the wine and leave the food!
You move me.