I’ve spent the past three weekends traveling. To Kansas City, Myrtle Beach, then finally Atlanta. Last weekend was the McClung family reunion. There was family and cake, so it was great. I love my family and I’m so glad I got to see (almost) everyone there together. I was even convinced to go out after midnight, if that’s not love, I don’t know what is. Below is a pic of our cake with our family crest. Yes, we have a crest because we’re classy like that.
Now, we’re preparing for our move this Saturday. Not to be dramatic but OMG THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING THING EVER I HATE THIS. For serious, moving sucks. I wish I had just one weekend to pack, but I only have this week after work. So there’s no time for anything else, including cooking. I had wine for dinner. Cersi wouldn’t have a problem with this but that is seriously not ok. But I put on my big girl panties and started packing anyways. Have my closet mostly cleaned out, 4 wardrobe boxes worth of stuffs. As I tackle the ginormous amount of laundry on the floor it goes straight into a box, hopefully it won’t smell like cardboard, but I won’t hold my breath. Also, instead of traditional cardboard boxes that you have to fold and tape and pack just so, we got Repax bins. They’re plastic, so I don’t feel like I’ve destroyed an entire family of trees, and they fold together nicely and stack on top of each other. I got 25 big ones for the price of about 30 medium cardboard boxes, so I’m happy. They also encourage unpacking in a timely manner since I only have them for one week. But yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m in the deepest of the seven hells, and I don’t think I’ll be free for a while. And I feel like I’m forgetting something… Guess I’ll find out at the last minute.
Another thing I hate: car shopping, and cars in general. I don’t like driving, traffic, car maintenance, insurance, car salesmen, or anything else car related. I’m a born-again city girl, I like the metro and walking and spending money on food instead of gas. But Hubby’s new job is not metro accessible, so we’re looking from something to get him from A to B, without spending too much money. Because what’s the point of getting a higher paying job if all of your money goes towards a car you only use for 1 hour in each day? Makes no damn sense. I do not understand the country’s obsession with cars, not one bit.
How I really feel about moving and cars and this week in the words of my dear La La…