prairie girl transplanted: I Am Never Moving Again

I Am Never Moving Again

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Unless it is to retire in Victoria (thank you Jesus for Canadian healthcare) or Michelle Bachman becomes president.

It's moving day today! The past weeks have been a blur of paint cans, boxes, and packing tape. I figure it's taken me at least 50 hours and 15 gallons of paint to get to this point. (Apparently the fifth time was the charm to cover The Boy's ceiling.)

My life is pretty much one big "before" picture right now, but as soon as we get back on the grid and I find my camera, I'll show you some fine, fine "after" action.

2 comments:

Margaret, May 28, 2011 at 12:36 PM: I was missing you.
Marilyn P, May 29, 2011 at 7:27 PM: I feel your pain ... I'm still sorting/getting rid of and packing. I then plan to stay put 'forever', too. But you can come to BC (Victoria, if you must) anytime!!
Looking forward to the 'after' pictures.

About Me

Likes:

- The Husband. AKA "The Silver Fox."

- The Girl. Soaring and plunging along the rollercoaster that is adolescence.

- The Boy. Sweet. Lazy. Sulky. Often all at once.

- Semicolons.

- The first cup of coffee. And the second. And the third.

- Jesus. The Sermon on the Mount one. Not that other one.

Dislikes:

- Going to the movies and sitting next to the Twitter-er. Or The Explainer. Or the diabetic with the automatic insulin pump that hisses in the seat next to me during the intense scenes.

- When people use their iPads as cameras. Or iPods.

- Eating on the bus. Especially cereal.

- The apostrophe used to make a singular noun that ends in "s" plural.