Did I mention I hate waterbeds?
It's been far too long since I've updated and there are lots of things I wanted to get documented that are already fading from memory.
When I left off last I had seen the house for the first time. Next came the 'fun' part - the actual moving. Moving my stuff was reasonably painless and if I had any idea of what was to come (moving Bo's stuff) I'd have actually savored moving my stuff. A little background so you can appreciate just what we were up against. Bo had lived at his current residence for the last 18 years, that's a long time to accumulate stuff. Bo also happens to be a serious 'consumer' of things like cd's, dvd's, guitars, books, etc. I'm sure you're thinking...moving a couple of cd's or dvd's isn't a big deal. Well when these things are in the thousands it becomes a whole different story. Another interesting tidbit about Bo (boy am I going to hear about it when he reads this - haha) is that he is a TRUE packrat. I don't know if the man has thrown anything away in the last 18 years!! He sees potential in everything...empty containers, old plastic wrapping, strange oddities. He IS the most creative person I know and if anyone could find a use for a seemingly useless item it would be him but GOOD GRIEF you would not believe the amount of stuff he has. I'll spare him the details of what it took to empty his house but trust me, it wasn't pretty.
Ever tried moving a 300+ pound steel entertainment center? Of course you haven't....because no 'normal' individual would own such a thing. No one said Bo was normal (or I wouldn't be with him right? - haha)and being the megalomaniac that he is, he built his own entertainment center....to withstand nuclear war. We'll all be dead but that monstrosity will still be standing. We weren't even sure it would fit into the new house because of the angle of the entrance way. There were brief talks of having to take down a wall to get it in. In the end though, we managed. The leather sofa didn't fare so well as we literally had to beat it out of Bo's old house - it ended up being ripped in a few places but is still functioning.
We were actually very lucky to have some help on moving day - I can't imagine that we'd have even been able to get some of the stuff in without him. Bo's friend Kent volunteered, yep he offered himself up (SUCKER) to help us move. Now THAT'S a nice guy! It was cool to meet one of Bo's friends and he is a super nice guy and interesting as well. I don't know what we would have done without him! It took us all day and most of the evening to get it done BUT that was only the first load...there would be plenty more to come.
The other memory of moving that will remain for a LONG LONG time is the waterbed saga. Bo has (had) a waterbed. I have a personal vendetta against them (and his in particular) and immediately veto'd his suggestion of bringing it along to the new house (which I have yet to hear the end of). So, naturally came the simple task of taking it apart and draining it - ahahahahahaha. Being the new homeowners that we are (aka, up to our ears in repairs and debt) we decided to save ourself the 3 or so dollars for a drain plug hose adapter and just drain it using the more conventional method of pots and pans (until you kill yourself). This method actually started out successfully and gave us the glimmer of hope that before long enough water would be out of the bed to just pick it up and hoist it out the window. Do you see where this is all going? Hours later and a leak later I found myself stuck (literally) under a very cold, very wet, very HEAVY mattress full of water inches from the window. It's moments like these that romance is all about right? In the end we did manage to get the damn thing out the window and drained but again...it wasn't pretty.
Bo's mom spent a few days over at his old house scrubbing and cleaning (how awesome is that?) so the place would look presentable. I had met her once before but it was late and a little awkward (as if meeting your other half's parents is ever NOT awkward), I didn't really have much time to actually talk to her this time either but it was interesting to watch the two of them interact. They say you can tell a lot about a man by how he treats his mom. I already know he thinks the world of her but I was glad to have the opportunity to see them together. She doesn't know me yet, and I'm sure that when she does get to know me she'll probably like me less - haha, after all what mom would want ME for their son...giggle. However, she seems very sweet and easygoing and was always very nice to me. She grew up in Tennesee and has a much different accent than Bo, it is much more pronounced and her speech pattern seems much more 'southern' to me. I find the different accents and southern vernaculars fascinating, sometimes hard to understand but interesting nonetheless.
STUFF EVERYWHERE....our house suddenly became the smallest house in the world as boxes upon boxes began piling up, keeping walkways open to the different rooms was even a challenge. Then of course we had no heat - but isn't that how these things are supposed to go?
Much much more to tell but that's all the time I can spare - more later.
When I left off last I had seen the house for the first time. Next came the 'fun' part - the actual moving. Moving my stuff was reasonably painless and if I had any idea of what was to come (moving Bo's stuff) I'd have actually savored moving my stuff. A little background so you can appreciate just what we were up against. Bo had lived at his current residence for the last 18 years, that's a long time to accumulate stuff. Bo also happens to be a serious 'consumer' of things like cd's, dvd's, guitars, books, etc. I'm sure you're thinking...moving a couple of cd's or dvd's isn't a big deal. Well when these things are in the thousands it becomes a whole different story. Another interesting tidbit about Bo (boy am I going to hear about it when he reads this - haha) is that he is a TRUE packrat. I don't know if the man has thrown anything away in the last 18 years!! He sees potential in everything...empty containers, old plastic wrapping, strange oddities. He IS the most creative person I know and if anyone could find a use for a seemingly useless item it would be him but GOOD GRIEF you would not believe the amount of stuff he has. I'll spare him the details of what it took to empty his house but trust me, it wasn't pretty.
Ever tried moving a 300+ pound steel entertainment center? Of course you haven't....because no 'normal' individual would own such a thing. No one said Bo was normal (or I wouldn't be with him right? - haha)and being the megalomaniac that he is, he built his own entertainment center....to withstand nuclear war. We'll all be dead but that monstrosity will still be standing. We weren't even sure it would fit into the new house because of the angle of the entrance way. There were brief talks of having to take down a wall to get it in. In the end though, we managed. The leather sofa didn't fare so well as we literally had to beat it out of Bo's old house - it ended up being ripped in a few places but is still functioning.
We were actually very lucky to have some help on moving day - I can't imagine that we'd have even been able to get some of the stuff in without him. Bo's friend Kent volunteered, yep he offered himself up (SUCKER) to help us move. Now THAT'S a nice guy! It was cool to meet one of Bo's friends and he is a super nice guy and interesting as well. I don't know what we would have done without him! It took us all day and most of the evening to get it done BUT that was only the first load...there would be plenty more to come.
The other memory of moving that will remain for a LONG LONG time is the waterbed saga. Bo has (had) a waterbed. I have a personal vendetta against them (and his in particular) and immediately veto'd his suggestion of bringing it along to the new house (which I have yet to hear the end of). So, naturally came the simple task of taking it apart and draining it - ahahahahahaha. Being the new homeowners that we are (aka, up to our ears in repairs and debt) we decided to save ourself the 3 or so dollars for a drain plug hose adapter and just drain it using the more conventional method of pots and pans (until you kill yourself). This method actually started out successfully and gave us the glimmer of hope that before long enough water would be out of the bed to just pick it up and hoist it out the window. Do you see where this is all going? Hours later and a leak later I found myself stuck (literally) under a very cold, very wet, very HEAVY mattress full of water inches from the window. It's moments like these that romance is all about right? In the end we did manage to get the damn thing out the window and drained but again...it wasn't pretty.
Bo's mom spent a few days over at his old house scrubbing and cleaning (how awesome is that?) so the place would look presentable. I had met her once before but it was late and a little awkward (as if meeting your other half's parents is ever NOT awkward), I didn't really have much time to actually talk to her this time either but it was interesting to watch the two of them interact. They say you can tell a lot about a man by how he treats his mom. I already know he thinks the world of her but I was glad to have the opportunity to see them together. She doesn't know me yet, and I'm sure that when she does get to know me she'll probably like me less - haha, after all what mom would want ME for their son...giggle. However, she seems very sweet and easygoing and was always very nice to me. She grew up in Tennesee and has a much different accent than Bo, it is much more pronounced and her speech pattern seems much more 'southern' to me. I find the different accents and southern vernaculars fascinating, sometimes hard to understand but interesting nonetheless.
STUFF EVERYWHERE....our house suddenly became the smallest house in the world as boxes upon boxes began piling up, keeping walkways open to the different rooms was even a challenge. Then of course we had no heat - but isn't that how these things are supposed to go?
Much much more to tell but that's all the time I can spare - more later.