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Wait, *where* are my shoes?

17 Nov
Spears performing during her 2009 world tour

"Hi, ya'll! I keep olive oil in my trash can!"

Friends,

I bet you thought you were going to get to see some pictures from my killer new 10th story view of DC today.  Well, you’re not.  The camera cable is still lost in box-mountain.  If I don’t find it by tomorrow I’m calling in reinforcements (aka the moM, who is flying in from Pittsburgh).    What you *are* getting, though, is a little list I’ve been working on called, “Please God Don’t Let Anyone Come Over and See My House Right Now,” or, “Moving Makes Me Crazy in a Britney Spears Kind of Way.”  I’m still working on the acronym.  PGDLACOSMHRN MMMCBSKW is a bit…err… letter-y.  ANYwho, here are some random fun facts about my move:

#1: My trash cans are filled to overflowing with olive oil, shaving cream, vanilla syrup, and laundry detergent because the movers “don’t transport liquids.”   Why are the movers expressly forbidden from transporting an unopened bottle of olive oil, but they have no problem toting an upside-down half-empty bottle of shampoo (yeah, that went well…) and an almost full gallon of black paint?  *sigh*

#2: So far I’ve unpacked three copies of The Once and Future King.  Three.  I’ve also unpacked three Complete Works of Shakespeares and three copies of the last Harry Potter book.  In other news, I still don’t know where my cell phone charger is.

#2: The guest bathtub is currently stuffed with picture albums, some dried lavender, a plush cat neither Husband or I will claim, seven half-burned candles, old VHS tapes of my high school musical performances, framed wedding photographs, and a giant letter M.  I don’t know where the shower curtain is.

#3: We saved boxes & packing paper from the last time we moved & asked the nice Russian/Ukrainian mover boys to re-use it (I mean seriously, $19 for a box?  Gross).  Apparently something got lost in translation, though, because I just unpacked a box full of… yeah, that’s right.  Boxes.  I also unpacked a box full of paper.  Awesome.  Totally worth $90 an hour.

#4: I found my pots and pans in the guest room, right next to a box of (smashed) Christmas bulbs that belonged to my Grandmother (no, the movers did NOT get a tip, in case you were wondering) and a soccer ball that had been bubble wrapped & unceremoniously taped to a shoe.  (Yes, just *one* shoe).

#5:  One of the movers left his pants at our old house.  I’m trying not to think about it.

#6: Husband owns two keyboards, two trumpets, an accordion, and some sort of triangular stringed thing (a lute, maybe?).  He also whistles every morning.  (That last bit had nothing to do with moving, I just thought you might want to know).  Have you ever spent 20 hours moving all of your stuff and then been awakened the next morning by your lover whistling the Gummy Bears theme song?  No?  Me either.

#7: You know that suitcase of stuff  you packed with “essentials” like work clothes, coffee, and your new address?  Well, you’re not going to need any of it.  Instead you’re going to need Advil, roller skate shoes, and your toothbrush.  Just sayin’.

#8:   One of our boxes was labeled thusly:  “clouses.”  Wanna know what was in that box?  Yeah, I’ll bet you do!

#9: I actually heard one mover ask another, “How you spell ‘glass’? Is one ‘s’?”  I therefore wasn’t surprised when our strapping young men gave up all pretext of writing in English and started labeling our boxes in Russian (Ukrainian?).  I’m pretty sure they were writing swear words about Husband & I, because they kept giving us dirty looks and mentioning how much stuff we have (uhm, yes, why do you think we hired movers? Pipe down, dude.  You signed up for this!).

#10: Tonight I’ll be sleeping next to a wizard’s costume, a picnic basket filled with socks, a box of clouses (see what I did there? tee hee), and about eighteen thousand balls of  yarn, while you’ll be sleeping next to your boring old alarm clock.  If you want, I’ll send you a little ball of yarn so you can sleep next to awesome, too.  FYI: I’m going to write your shipping address in Russian, so it might take awhile to get there.  Cheers!   })i({

Pack-Pocalypse

28 Oct

When your landlord decides to move into your basement and you therefore decide to downsize from a 4 bedroom townhouse to a 2 bedroom apartment (in exchange for a killer view of the city and fewer…uhm… creepy people living in your basement), and when you have exactly zero free weekends between *right now* and the day of your move, packing and downsizing tend to occur in fits and spurts.  Your hallway has this in it:

There are some actual, old school floppy discs in this box like the ones you used to play Oregon Trail in elementary school). Srsly. My husband saves EVERYTHING.

Your beloved craft room looks like this:

messy craft rooms induce panic attacks, amirite?

And that pile of boxes you were going to donate to Goodwill?  Well, there’s a three month waiting list for Goodwill pick-ups, so your basement will look like this until you decide on an appropriate back-up plan:

(I have no pithy comment about the boxes of junk in my basement.  They hurt my soul.)

So.  There’s your downsizing update.  We move in two weeks.  If you know of any packing god, or moving to an apartment god that I should be praying to, please let me know!   })i({