Moving and Moving some More

We closed on the house a week ago Thursday and have in a constant state of moving ever since.
I've moved 99% of it myself.
I haven't had this much of a work out in ages.
I even took apart and moved the kitchen table and put it back together.
I feel like Wonder Bitch!!!
Cause all the aches and pains are making me so cranky.

This is a good change that I embrace.
My hope is to be completely over at the new house by the end of September.
At some point I will have to enlist help for the really big pieces of furniture.
I'm calling moving companies for that and they aren't cheap.
But to spare my back it might be worth it.

Tomorrow I take advantage of the Labor day holiday to move the computer and all its components to the new house.
I've been sleeping over there on a twin bed with Sophie the Puggle.
Talk about being squeezed for room.
Can't wait until we have the queen bed over there.
I think the dog and I both miss it.

Today is church, then taking my clean clothes and dresser drawers over to the new house.

I will feel a true sense of accomplishment if I can get everything but the really heavy stuffed moved myself.
The more time I spend in the house the more I love it.
I hate moving but this is worth it.

Diabetes and Me

Well, it has finally happened, I was diagnosed with Diabetes.
Sugar and I have to break up.
This will be the hardest thing I will ever have to do.
I don't need medicine or shots.
And I plan to keep it that way.

I also was prescribed medicine to help with my anxiety, mood swings, and sleep problems.
I haven't had a restful night's sleep in months.
I feel like an Alien living in my own body at times.
I drop things. I can't form sentences. I can't think of simple words.
I get confused. I zone out. I take twice as long to complete anything.

I'm surrounded by stress.
Work is stressful.
Buying a house is financially stressful.
My kid is stressful.
My coping skills have been tapped out.
I feel like I'm being attacked from all sides.
I even feel like Sophie the Puggle has been too demanding lately.

I have no patience.
I just want to curl in a ball in my room and never come out.
I've gained 25 pounds since March.
I have been eating sweets, carbs, and fatty foods because they comfort me.
And now I have to pull my head out of my ass and knock it off.
I don't have a death wish, but at times I realize I am eating myself to death.

The kid and I have given up pop.
She drank regular and I can tell she has lost weight.
I drank diet and I haven't lost a pound.
I do notice I don't crave sweets as much.

I can get control of my eating.
I ordered a diabetic food tracker and signed up for an on-line diabetes management site.
I think I'm going to try and find a class to take in Jan. after all the moving has settled down.
I close on the house Thursday.
Then I will spend weeks moving and unpacking and cleaning.
I can do this. I just have to keep reminding myself I can do this.

completion

the move is officially over. the keys and garage door opener were handed in yesterday afternoon. now i got to wait to see how much it's going to cost me for "damage" which is another way of saying "we can tell you lived in the place" i hope it's not too much or it could seriously wreck some x-mas plans, but oh well, shit happens.

still got crap in the garage that needs put away. i'd like to be able to park in the garage by sunday. i hate parking outside, it's such a pain. i had to scrape the windows the other day. i do not like to do that. and my car is really old, so it needs babied to keep running. i cannot afford a car payment at the moment.

got our harry potter tickets for the ultra screen on sunday. but i didn't know my kid had a 1pm call in. she's going to ask at her saturday shift if they would please not need her. i told her i'm going to harry potter with or without her. sorry, but tickets bought online are non-refundable!

i have a bruise under my left big toe nail! must have dropped something on it or stubbed it while moving. i don't really remember anything major hitting my foot, but when moving at a frenzied pace you kinda suck it up and keep going. it really has bothered me the last couple of days tho, makes shoes hard to wear. it's a big bruise too, hope i don't lose my toe nail. i've done that before, my thumb, when i was little, and it's too gross.

exhaustion is queen

wow, the old place is empty!

it needs a thorough cleaning, but i have no more energy for it tonight.
bret is on the way. the irish stew is stewing.
my back is throbbing.
my head is aching.
and i have until monday night to get it all clean.

my dad is amazing and i'm so thankful for his help.
i don't think i'll move again for a couple of years.

life lessons never stop.

my baggage is dragging me down

i had thought we'd gotten rid of alot of crap, but appearantly, crap can breed. almost 1/2 of the new 2 car garage is full with stuff we just can't get rid of. mostly keepsakes, trophies, books, and photos.

we need to finish bringing over the kitchen, minus the fridge, which moves on friday.

then after work i gotta kick my own ass into gear and get my bathroom, closet and dresser drawers over here.

we got the cable and internet going, so gab slept in the new place, because she's where ever internet and cable are. i have to sleep on a mattress, my floor sleeping days have passed.

dad comes tomorrow. then we move the dog runner, shower heads, mattresses and box springs and kitchen table and fridge!!!

almost home... saturday, it looks like i'll have maybe 3 -4 guys to help me. It should take long, washer, dryer, 3 dressers and the credenza should wrap it up.

bret gets her saturday night and i'm hoping after a fun filled night of well adult fun, that he won't be upset if i spend all sunday afternoon cleaning, cleaning, cleaning the old place. i hope he helps, wonder what i'll have to do to get him to clean the old place where the cat used to be which he's allergic to, hmmmm....

sunday morning i gotta take the kid to work for a meeting, i think bret and i will eat at ihop while she does her meeting.

tuesday i turn back over the old place. hope i do a descent enough job on cleaning that i'm not slammed with a ton of move out charges.

the move is on!

i'm moving into a 3 bedroom apt. more space, more storage, 2 car garage and only 3 doors over, so about 35 feet. so hopefully, this move will be fairly painless, except for the cleaning :(

i keep scrubbing, vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, wiping, and dusting i'm going to have both my arms fall off from wearing them right off the bone.

dog prints all over the walls, sure magic eraser takes it off, but after a serious amount of laborious scrubbing. and i have to be careful where i take the dog paws off cuz the dog is still here and will reapply them.

we get keys tuesday and i hope to be fully moved into the new place on saturday. gab and i can move all the small stuff, like computer desk, clothes, the tv's, microwaves, and books, loads of books, 75 cookbooks alone, not to mention all my cooking magazines.

my dad is going to move the dog runner down to the new patio, take down and move the massage shower heads and put back the original shower heads, he's going to take the top of the dinning room table, and take my daughter's bed frame apartment. he hurt his foot and hand so he can't actually move anything, just disassemble it.

i've asked some young male neighbors and my fellow male church goers to help on saturday with the heavy and bulky stuff, mattresses, washer, dryer, dressers, credenza (the thing weighs a ton!!!)

then the cleaning go really go into overdrive, treat the carpet stains from kid, cat, and dog, clean the carpet, dust, vacuum, oh the list goes on and on. i'm going to be exhausted. but moved! let the fun begin!

waiting for the results

the mri was loud and cold. it sounded like bad techno music. i expected moby to jump out at any second to spin some tunes to it.

other then that it was a quick in and out. now just to wait for the results which will be monday or tuesday since this is the weekend.

i'm keeping as busy as possible this weekend.

i'm moving 3 garages down into a 3 bedroom starting next weekend.
i'm going to prep for that migration. i told my kid it doesn't count as a move since no movie van is needed. so we are calling it our migration. we can a 2 car garage over a 1 and a bigger kitchen and 1 additional bedroom.
i'm going to get some strapping strong laddies from church to move our heavy stuff and the rest Gabi and I can walk over.

Then a major cleaning fest in this old apartment and we will be moved.
I'm planning next saturday for all the heavy lifting and to be down by the 2nd saturday in November so we can get everything turned back over on the 2 bedroom to the apt. manager.

so exciting. i go to indy this weekend to visit my friend, who is a boy, but is not my boyfriend. :)

so lots to do to keep my mind off possible bad test results.
and i will not fall over, i will not fall over, i will not fall over.