Monday, June 8, 2009

The Moving. Oh! The Moving.

I hate moving. I hate it. I hate it with a passionately strong hate. Because I am tired of it. I am utterly tired of moving every two years. (And because I am utterly tired I will not say anything remotely clever and pithy about it. And that is a darn shame. Because an Ode to Moving could be a work of art.)

But now that I have bought a house I need not worry about moving for awhile, anyway. Can I get a Woo Hoo for that? Woo Hoo! Or, actually in my current state of fatigue: woo hoo. {crash.} (That was me falling asleep amidst the many unpacked boxes.)

I am without a regular phone and an internet connection. But that will be forthcoming.

In any case. The kitchen is coming along fine. The drywall is being mudded and taped and will be textured tomorrow. Cabinets should be in by the end of the week.

Pictures, like the internet, are forthcoming...



  1. Oh bless you. As I consider a possible move in the near future, I am getting more and more unsettled about the actual moving part. Good luck! Can't wait to see kitchen pictures.

    PS I told Noel hello for you. :)

  2. I have only moved twice in my adult life and if you don't count moving out of the house when I graduated. Nearly killed me. I think it would kill me if I tried it now. I would have to get rid of a lot of useless least that part would be a blessing, to bad I would be dead.

    I would send mental power and organizing energy beams your way if I had any. At least I can send sympthay beams. :)

  3. Woo hoo! I loathe, detest, hate, etc. moving!