Day one with the movers
They did not arrive until 1:30 pm and my perky butt had the nerve to wake up at like 7:00am, after only three hours of sleep, so not to be caught off guard early around 8 am while sleep in my b-day suit. The early wake up was not in vain however,I managed to get a great deal done on my own (always the case when we move-I bust my tail and he sleeps late, takes naps and then turns in early). So Sad!!!
This time around the packers are all men....they chuckled at the sight of me taking apart furniture with power tools and said, "Where are you from because that don't make your kind around here." Aww, that was sweet. So, together we worked and talked with me only deciding to take a break to catch Oprah (though I am disappointed that the topic is not of any real importance today).
Finally, the show Girlfriends will be a new episode today, I've missed those ladies and their fun drama. Someday I hope I can develop a tight and trustworthy relationship with sistas of my own. Now that we are moving yet again, I will put forth a greater effort to form bond with other military wives over the next three or more years.
I have got to stop going outdoors into the cold without a hat covering my head. Last night my scalp was so itchy because it was dry. I wash my locs every eight days or so and oil my scalp about two times during that period. The steam from the shower usually soothes everything perfectly but this winter weather is harsh.
I suppose the packers will return tomorrow morning if they plan to finish on schedule. We are out of here no later than Thursday afternoon. I really feel like renting a movie but the only thing left to watch it on is this laptop.
As soon as they leave I need to run to the store to pick-up enough Tofu to last me another two days and also my refill of BC. Gotta always have that handy so not to mess up our planned timetable. Someone needs to hurry up and come up with a pill for men to take. This daily routine is getting old. Let them carry the burden and responsibility for a while (switch it up and make it even). I hate thinking about the unspoken risks that are probably REALLY involved with this BC pill poppping. My biggest fear is that my hormones will be out of whack and I won't be able to conceive when I want to. I pray this won't be the case when we are ready to have our little ones. Saying "little ones" cracks me up because based on our genes, our children should be anything but. I stand at 5'10" and my guy 6'5". Big feet, Long Legs, and Fuzzy Hair everywhere are in the future!! LOL
I just knew the amazingly long length of my natural nails was too good to last. Since beginning to pack last night I've chipped and lost half of the beautifully white and uniform tips. (sigh).
If only my hair grew as fast as my nails.
Wow, I am really sore. Didn't realize how hard I have been pushing myself to organize, pack, and prep things for the movers. I like things to be orderly and if it means preventing a disaster later on I will do what is needed to ensure majority of our belongings is delivered to us in one piece with few mishaps.
I was so pissed last time when I realized, after the fact, that the movers listed every single piece of furniture we owned as being nicked and scratched. Are you kidding me? How are you going write up a damage code at the top of the inventory and then just draw a line straight down to suggest all items are damages. Most of the things were brand new. WTF. I sounded off on my husband for authorizing this by sighing off on the final paperwork. I was seeing Red as I thought how such false documentation could prevent us from making claims in the event our furniture was delivered to us damaged. Best believe that the WIFE will be handling things with this move. We've both worked hard to accumulate the things that we possess and I want to keep them for years to come.
This Negro has the nerve to be snoring all loud next to me. LOL He needs to wake up so I can catch some much needed shut eye. He don't have reason to be pooped, he didn't do anything. That's alright, I love him anyway.....he is a trip I tell ya!
It's 5:05 and I hope these men leave by 5:30 so I can hit the store. I really don't want to even go. I wonder if I could persuade my hubby to get the groceries.
This time around the packers are all men....they chuckled at the sight of me taking apart furniture with power tools and said, "Where are you from because that don't make your kind around here." Aww, that was sweet. So, together we worked and talked with me only deciding to take a break to catch Oprah (though I am disappointed that the topic is not of any real importance today).
Finally, the show Girlfriends will be a new episode today, I've missed those ladies and their fun drama. Someday I hope I can develop a tight and trustworthy relationship with sistas of my own. Now that we are moving yet again, I will put forth a greater effort to form bond with other military wives over the next three or more years.
I have got to stop going outdoors into the cold without a hat covering my head. Last night my scalp was so itchy because it was dry. I wash my locs every eight days or so and oil my scalp about two times during that period. The steam from the shower usually soothes everything perfectly but this winter weather is harsh.
I suppose the packers will return tomorrow morning if they plan to finish on schedule. We are out of here no later than Thursday afternoon. I really feel like renting a movie but the only thing left to watch it on is this laptop.
As soon as they leave I need to run to the store to pick-up enough Tofu to last me another two days and also my refill of BC. Gotta always have that handy so not to mess up our planned timetable. Someone needs to hurry up and come up with a pill for men to take. This daily routine is getting old. Let them carry the burden and responsibility for a while (switch it up and make it even). I hate thinking about the unspoken risks that are probably REALLY involved with this BC pill poppping. My biggest fear is that my hormones will be out of whack and I won't be able to conceive when I want to. I pray this won't be the case when we are ready to have our little ones. Saying "little ones" cracks me up because based on our genes, our children should be anything but. I stand at 5'10" and my guy 6'5". Big feet, Long Legs, and Fuzzy Hair everywhere are in the future!! LOL
I just knew the amazingly long length of my natural nails was too good to last. Since beginning to pack last night I've chipped and lost half of the beautifully white and uniform tips. (sigh).
If only my hair grew as fast as my nails.
Wow, I am really sore. Didn't realize how hard I have been pushing myself to organize, pack, and prep things for the movers. I like things to be orderly and if it means preventing a disaster later on I will do what is needed to ensure majority of our belongings is delivered to us in one piece with few mishaps.
I was so pissed last time when I realized, after the fact, that the movers listed every single piece of furniture we owned as being nicked and scratched. Are you kidding me? How are you going write up a damage code at the top of the inventory and then just draw a line straight down to suggest all items are damages. Most of the things were brand new. WTF. I sounded off on my husband for authorizing this by sighing off on the final paperwork. I was seeing Red as I thought how such false documentation could prevent us from making claims in the event our furniture was delivered to us damaged. Best believe that the WIFE will be handling things with this move. We've both worked hard to accumulate the things that we possess and I want to keep them for years to come.
This Negro has the nerve to be snoring all loud next to me. LOL He needs to wake up so I can catch some much needed shut eye. He don't have reason to be pooped, he didn't do anything. That's alright, I love him anyway.....he is a trip I tell ya!
It's 5:05 and I hope these men leave by 5:30 so I can hit the store. I really don't want to even go. I wonder if I could persuade my hubby to get the groceries.