Monday, June 15, 2009

Confessions of the easily distracted...

Well, Hello everybody!! (waving frantically)

Miss me?

You and me both.

Some of you thought I got lost in Utah. Some of you thought Donny Osmond carried me off (I looked everywhere for him, but he seems stalker proof - -ptthfff) **(Wait, am I the only one around here old enough to have had a huge crush on him, back in the day?)
Anyway, I suppose I owe all of you an explanation about what's going on...

While in Utah (thanks for coming with me, you guys! But I want my fuzzy sox back, Amy and Rambler- you left a bunch of bottles under the seat!! One was still full) my real-life BFF offered me a job. A real job. A full time job. Doing what I used to do before I gave up my job to raise my grandfather (and eventually my son). But that isn't the news. I've turned that job down plenty of times...

Hubby got offered a great job! It has been so hard for him, being unemployed. I know there are so many people in the same position, so many people unable to provide for their families. My husband is a mover, a doer. He hates sitting around. He hates that we have no insurance, that the future is uncertain. That, if he got hurt doing a side job, we could have a serious problem. So this job is a chance to take care of our family...it's a wonderful offer...

BUT:



We have to sell my house, leave my job, my family, my Grandmas...everything. (Yes. It IS all about me)
My beautiful kitchen, my garden, my roses, my fruit trees, my beautiful kitchen...sniff-sniff.

This has all happened so quickly. We got home from Utah last Sunday and signed the final sales agreement for the house yesterday. Not bad for a weeks work. I have had heartburn for days.



We are both exhausted, grumpy and stressed out. My bosses are freaking out, Gramma is freaking out, our future bosses are freaking out (maybe just a tiny bit) and my real estate guy sucks.

Moving back to Utah...yeah...I think I'm losing my mind. (and my mother is coming to visit. Tomorrow... help me...)

I guess my excuse for not writing is that I'm not really sure how I feel about all of this. My hubby is so very excited...he has family there. It's going home for him. It's leaving home for me, and I feel really guilty about leaving the Grammas. I just couldn't think of what to say...

I've missed you guys! We have a POD coming on Friday.

Anybody have any good moving advice?






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  1. Wow, how exciting! And stressful! What part of Utah are you moving to?
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  2. Wow....very fast indeed.

    Wishing you guys luck and support for whatever happens :)

    BTW...I'll totally bring another bottle of Kahlua!
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  3. From a girl who has moved a LOT, here is what I can say....be careful who you ask to help you pack and move. Pack the stuff that is valuable yourself. Put your friends on the not so important stuff (like the kitchen). Want boxes? Hit up a local college bookstore. They're getting in their inventory and will have lots o' boxes.

    Most of all, be sure that when you get to the new place you have the number to the local pizza delivery, ice in the freezer and plastic cups and paper plates handy. No one wants to dig for that stuff.

    TRAVEL SAFELY!!
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  4. I sounds like you've already conquered more than I'd manage without a breakdown.

    Hang in there (some more).
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  5. Wow...that's exciting...scary...sad...happy...nerveracking...and overwhelming all rolled into one! I am so happy that your house sold quick(even though your agent sucks). That is a huge blessing right now. Good luck with the move. My advice would be to just know that it is going to be hectic and unorganized for a while...no matter how hard you try for it to be otherwise. So, just accept it and roll with it. What part of Utah are you moving too? Hey look at it this way...now you can stalk Donnie any time you want! Good luck.
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  6. Wow, you've certainly got alot going on and I can see why you are so stressed out.

    Oh, and your real estate guy sucks?

    Dick sucks?

    Hahaha

    Say it ain't so!
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  7. Makes sure you label the boxes that go into storage as if you were Martha Stewart. I'm not kidding. You want to know down to the nnnnth degree what's in what box so you don't have to open the damn thing if you don't have to.

    So what are you gonna be now that you're grown up?
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  9. Wow, THAT'S overwhelming! I wouldn't have the mental capacity to put it into words either! I have no moving suggestions because I suck at it. (I've done it lots, but I still suck at it).

    Good luck!
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  10. Wow, that's exciting and stressful all at the same time! Glad to hear he got a job, and wishing ya'll a smooth transition with your move.
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