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Not mine anymore
Tomorrow my house ceases to be my house.
There is a part of me that wonders if I’ll ever get over not surrounding myself in this house again.
There is a part of me of that wonders what it will be like to stand on the sidewalk and not be able to just walk up the steps, through the front door.
There is a part of me that wonders what it will be like to not sit in my flower garden in the backyard and enjoy what I’ve created.
And then there is a part of me that wonders why in the heck I didn’t sell this house sooner.
I’ll miss this house.
I’m packing, here’s a box for you
As of Friday afternoon the plan was that my mom would come over on Saturday morning and take Zoe for the day, so we could pack up the house. My aunt was going to take Zoe over night on Saturday and all day Sunday. This would give Hubby and I plenty of time to pack. However, my dad was having back problems and his feet were feeling numb, so by 3:00 p.m. on Friday afternoon he was at the hospital having an MRI done, and then was scheduled for surgery on Saturday morning because he had a herniated disk.
So, Friday night we went to the movies; Saturday I went to the hospital and my Hubby cleaned out his side of the basement. (I say he cleaned out because technically none of his boxes are closed and taped shut, which they need to be in order for the movers to take them) Then we my father-in-law guilted us into coming over for my brother-in-law’s high school graduation party. Then my aunt was about three hours late picking up Zoe. Then we decided that we’d go see the Da Vinci Code, which we were both very disappointed in.
We did pack all day Sunday though. And I picked up my bridesmaid dress and picked out shoes. I choose the ones with the highest heel so that my dress wouldn’t need to be hemmed. Hopefully the wedding won’t be remembered because I fell down the aisle.
And here I am, Monday morning, I’ve got about 10 boxes left, and a half a roll of packing tape, and a lot left to pack. It’s going to be 90 degrees today, that’s too hot to pack, don’t you think? The French Open is on, it’s not too hot to watch tennis, right?
Why I’m the worst bridesmaid ever
My cousin is getting married on June 22nd, and this is my very first time being a bridesmaid. She asked last summer of I would stand up, and if Zoe would be her flowergirl.
The bridesmaid dresses were picked out in December, ordered and paid for.
My dress came some time in February.
Guess who hasn’t even picked her dress up from the bridal shop?
That’s right, me.
I’ve been meaning to do it, and now I have to definitely do it this weekend, especially if they need to do any alterations.
And I need shoes.
And a purse.
And I need to get Zoe her dress too!
Which I totally forgot about until Tuesday night when my cousin was over, delivering empty boxes for my upcoming move, and she asked Zoe what her dress looked like.
Me: What dress?
Bride: Her flowergirl dress.
Me: Shit! (and a bunch of expletives)
So, am I the worst bridesmaide ever, or what?
Remember when I said this?
Selecting a resort at Disney was a tough job! Personally I wanted to go to the Coronodo because it has a health club, and they offered massages. However, Hubby chose the Carribean Beach because the jogging trail is 1.4 miles long, the longest of all the moderatley priced resorts. I’m taking bets that he doesn’t go jogging once the entire time we are there. In fact, I’ll even bet you that he doesn’t step foot on the 1.4 mile long path. Any takers?
I, on the other hand, would have totally taken full advantage of the massage service.
It was here that I said that, and now that I’ve returned from Disney, and the Carribean Beach Resort, and the 1.4 mile jog trail, I’d like to submit the following report to my readers on the the use said jog trail:
Jog trail was used: 0 times.
Jog trail was thought about being used: 0 times.
Jog trail was approached: 1 time at 9:00 p.m. because it was an obstacle that needed to be crossed in order to get to the beach to view the Epcot fireworks without actually being at Epcot.
Wordless Wednesday
I’m home!
I’ve made it back from Disney World … safe and sound. We somehow were spared the multi-car accident that happened on I-24 in Manchester, TN at mile marker 109 yesterday …. while we were at mile marker 111. Two miles from a tragic accident that halted traffic for HOURS is tooooooooooooo close a call for me. I try not to think about what could have happened if we’d only been a few minutes quicker somewhere throughout the day at times like that, but sometimes I just can’t help it.
Anyhow. I did all our laundry on Saturday afternoon prior to leaving Disney, and then both Hubby and I preceeded to breakout in hives and a rash all over our necks and chest (and upper arms for him). It itches like CRAZY!!! I almost went into a panick attack on Saturday night after dinner due to the fact that I’m allergic to raspberries and shrimp, and it’s only been called to my attention every damn day I was down there that I have a food allergy. I guess the Disney restaurants have strict rules about being aware of food allergies, and then the chef was called out to talk to me, make sure there wouldn’t be any cross contamination, etc…. So I spent all week being on alert to eating something that might possibly cause a reaction (of course my epi-pen was at home, dumb idea I know), and then on Saturday night the table runner brought me my salad and forgot the dressing (which I asked for on the side). I asked for the vinegrette and he said, "the raspberry vinegrette?" And I said no, just the plain vinegrette.
After dinner is when I started itching, and Hubby thought it was all in my head, but soon he started itching too. Not until yesterday afternoon did it occur to me that it could be the laundry detergent that I’d used to wash our clothes with on Saturday. So I changed into a shirt that I hadn’t washed, or worn, all week and the hives subsided some, but they are still there.
Anyone want to come over and help me do laundry? I’m rewashing everything.
Hubby just arrived home with some groceries and a bottle of wine … Fat Bastard Shiraz. I’m off to finish the laundry, and watch The Apprentice and then the finale of 24.
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