PACKING UP THE PENSKE DAY!

Woah Boy, this is hard work! My back hurts already and I’m not even moving the big stuff. I did have a close call with a fridge, but actually I think that was all in my head. ;)

God, I just want this week to be over. Once it’s over, though, then comes the lovely task of unpacking. Well, at least I’ll be unpacking in a BRAND-SPANKIN’-NEW-HOUSE!!

Sometimes it feels like I’m just moving one piece of shit from one part of the room, to the other. Then other times it feels like I’m actually making head way. All-in-all, I think I’ve done good this week. I’ve packed a good portion of the apartment and taken a good portion of shit out to Good Will.

My new motto: NEW house, NO clutter!!

Now I’m gonna go crash because I’m done for the day. Tomorrow it starts again. Fun wow, man, fun wow!

Yesterday my first cousin had his Graduation Party. It was a nice chance to see some of my favorite family members before we leave for GA.

One excentric aunt that I have was there. She proceeded to say to my mom, “So, they’re leaving you AGAIN?” and my mom said, “Yep, I guess they think I’m strong and can take it.” Uhmmm Ok.. Plus, this was said while I was sitting right there. Oh how I love when people talk about you, in front of you, like you aren’t even there. Whatever. I guess they are practicing. They just don’t get it!

Then there was one of our family friends. She asked me how I felt and was I happy about the move? I said, “Well, I’m not happy about moving away from my family but I am happy about moving back to Georgia.” She smiled and said that there’s more to life than living by your immediate family and that we were looking out for our future, our kids’ futures, and our quality of life. SHE GETS IT! Someone ‘effing gets it!

You know, if we spent OUR lives living for our parents, we’d be stymied mental midgets and our kids would probably be the same, more or less. The road is before us and the future’s so bright, we gotta wear shades.

I love Victoria Beckham (a/k/a “Posh Spice”). Love. Her. Love love love love love Her!! Seriously.

I might even be unoriginal enough (pa-shaw) to cut my hair like hers, but I will draw the line at going blonde. Been there, done that, and it’s not so pretty.