Procrastination

I'm slowly but surely getting everything in order post-move. I chose Embarq for Internet and phone service. Yep, I'm going to have a land line for the first time in almost a year. Anyway, Embarq mailed me the modem with the DSL cable and other filter thingys...it's "do it yourself". What the what? Needless to say, it's still not set up:( Wish me luck.

Idiot

Whilst I was driving this morning, listening to the radio, minding my own business and enjoying the sunshine...some idiot on College Street swerves toward me and throws up his hands as if to say I had encroached on his lane, which I did NOT. So, little man compensating by driving your big white truck with the big white sticker on the back...calm down, have a glass of iced tea and stay in your own flippin' lane.

One Wicked Whirlwind

So, the moving is done...kind of. Little brother and me are going to storage this afternoon to grab the office furniture, and then I'm done until I transfer storage facilities. Everything went rather smoothly, as smoothly as any move can be expected to go, I guess. But let me share with you some "sporadic revelations", if you will:

TXU sucks in every way that it's possible to suck...Reliant has a new, always pay on time customer. TXU...get some CSR's that speak clearly and know what in the Hades they're doing; just sayin'.

Cutting costs on movers isn't really worth it. I mean, they move really fast, but our buffet lost a leg [thank God for Elmer's], one of our chest of drawers has a non-life threatening, yet ugly wound, and it took me 3 loaded Expedition trips to gather what the movers left in the apartment...sheeeesh.

More about movers...whether it's a gazillion degrees or not, some should just leave their shirts on.

Last thing about movers...at least when they pass gas while going up the steps they say, "Excuse Me"...I'm still laughing about that one:)

To sum it up, I'm happy, happy, happy to be in a house again, and Baby Girl loves her room and working in the flower beds with me. Hubby J will enjoy it more when he comes in from the big AK next time. All in all, these are very good times.

Million Dollar Password

I want to go on this gameshow. I really want to go on Jeopardy, but I swear, too many of those categories are hit or miss. Anything about rivers or Presidents, and I'm out. But, I think I'd be good at Password if I didn't get too nervous and I wasn't paired up with a dense celebrity. My perfect gameshow experience...Million Dollar Password paired with Hugh Laurie and Kyra Sedgwick...I think they'd be good. I think I may look into it:)

Good People

We got the keys to our house today, and we spent the evening walking around, making decisions about future repairs/renovations. Hubby J's dad is a seasoned carpenter, and he gave us lots of good suggestions. As we were talking outside one of our next door neighbors came over to say hello. She explained why she had little kittens running around her front yard. The story goes that the neighborhood cat has her babies in our front yard bushes, then, when they get older, Mama Cat takes them to her front porch to be fed and hang out until said neighbor puts an ad in the paper for free kitties. She said that she knows she should get the cat spayed, but she just loves having the kittens around every year. That's sweet, I don't care who ya are.

I Wonder

I take BabyGirl to Mother's Day Out in Decatur every Thursday now, and on my way to that wonderful program at the First Baptist Church I pass by a sign outside the Church of Christ on the opposite side of the street. The sign reads, "Free Conversational English Classes", followed by a phone number. Doesn't one need to be able to recognize/read/comprehend some English before being able to read the sign that offers to teach them just that? Maybe their English speaking friends will tell them, or maybe, just maybe, the sign should be printed in English and Spanish...ya know, just in case.

For Those Interested...

We signed the papers on the house today and were at the Title Company, in Arlington (don't ask), until 7:15. But, yay, hallelujah...the papers are signed. We're waiting on an out of town seller to return some "documents" then the keys are ours. Whew.