WHY am I up this early?
Today is the first day of C's Spring Break. I don't have to get up and make her breakfast and prod her to the bus stop. WHY am I up at this hour? I've been up since 4 a.m.! That's just ten shades of wrong and totally unfair. AND I didn't get to sleep last night until 1 a.m. Argh.
Very nice night last night. My friend L and I went to Barnes and Noble, had coffe from Starbucks (mocha latte...yum), and I bought a book on dictators through the ages. (My book collection is beyond scary. I love true crime.) Then it was back to L and N's apartment to hang and visit for a while. I love L and N, and I'm really going to miss them. I esp. love their Wisconsin accent. It's right out of Fargo, dontcha know. C loves their kids too, so it'll be sad to leave them. Fortunately, Hickory is only an hour and 1/2 from Charlotte, so when we go to visit Bill's parents, hopefully we can see them too. Isn't it my luck to make good friends here just as we are leaving? As always, my timing is impeccable.
I must get in packing mode. I mean really. Bill wants to move in mid April, so the clock is ticking. I frickin HATE to pack. The only good thing about packing is it forces me to get rid of stuff I don't use/need. But that's not a whole lot, since I purged my stuff before the move last May. Still, I know there's junk I've accumulated in the last year that needs to be tossed. Bill will have to sort through his stuff on the weekends, as I have NO idea what is important and what isn't. There's a lot of Army and shooting stuff that needs to be sorted through. I have finally convinced C to get rid of some of her stuff (like Happy Meal toys she's had for years), so that will cut down on lots of little things.
My mom called me yesterday to tell me that the house behind her is for rent. Her neighbors are moving to a farm some 25 miles away, and they want to keep the house and rent it. I think my mom wanted me to jump at the chance to move there but that won't happen for 2 reasons: 1) Mom lives in a very nice suburb of Kingsport, and I thinking we can't afford the rent on a house that size. 2) I really don't want to live next door to my mother. Really. Not. No. The house is quite nice: 3 bedroom 2 bath, separate living and dining room, nice kitchen, and a winterized sunroom. It also has a 2 car detached garage. I've been it several times as a kid to visit the older couple that lived there before the current people that are moving. The older couple was like another set of grandparents to me, and I have very fond memories of being there. A part of me would like to go see it our of curiosity, but I know we want to live at Kensington.
Ok, that's it. I'm going back to bed, which means C will wake up in about ten mintues. ***sigh***
Very nice night last night. My friend L and I went to Barnes and Noble, had coffe from Starbucks (mocha latte...yum), and I bought a book on dictators through the ages. (My book collection is beyond scary. I love true crime.) Then it was back to L and N's apartment to hang and visit for a while. I love L and N, and I'm really going to miss them. I esp. love their Wisconsin accent. It's right out of Fargo, dontcha know. C loves their kids too, so it'll be sad to leave them. Fortunately, Hickory is only an hour and 1/2 from Charlotte, so when we go to visit Bill's parents, hopefully we can see them too. Isn't it my luck to make good friends here just as we are leaving? As always, my timing is impeccable.
I must get in packing mode. I mean really. Bill wants to move in mid April, so the clock is ticking. I frickin HATE to pack. The only good thing about packing is it forces me to get rid of stuff I don't use/need. But that's not a whole lot, since I purged my stuff before the move last May. Still, I know there's junk I've accumulated in the last year that needs to be tossed. Bill will have to sort through his stuff on the weekends, as I have NO idea what is important and what isn't. There's a lot of Army and shooting stuff that needs to be sorted through. I have finally convinced C to get rid of some of her stuff (like Happy Meal toys she's had for years), so that will cut down on lots of little things.
My mom called me yesterday to tell me that the house behind her is for rent. Her neighbors are moving to a farm some 25 miles away, and they want to keep the house and rent it. I think my mom wanted me to jump at the chance to move there but that won't happen for 2 reasons: 1) Mom lives in a very nice suburb of Kingsport, and I thinking we can't afford the rent on a house that size. 2) I really don't want to live next door to my mother. Really. Not. No. The house is quite nice: 3 bedroom 2 bath, separate living and dining room, nice kitchen, and a winterized sunroom. It also has a 2 car detached garage. I've been it several times as a kid to visit the older couple that lived there before the current people that are moving. The older couple was like another set of grandparents to me, and I have very fond memories of being there. A part of me would like to go see it our of curiosity, but I know we want to live at Kensington.
Ok, that's it. I'm going back to bed, which means C will wake up in about ten mintues. ***sigh***