Bring on the waterworks

As of today, most of my worldly possessions have been packed into boxes and moved to my new place. I still have a little bit left to pack, but the majority is out. I had a much more difficult time dealing with it than I had thought I would. Saturday I was fine, because I was still "coming home" that night. Sunday was a whole other story. I pretty much cried the whole day. I was glad that Tony and Lora were helping me to pack stuff up, because I really don't know how much luck I would've had doing it alone.

When it came time to leave to take our load over to Lora's place...I completely lost my shit. Saying goodbye to Buddy was a disaster. Watching Tony leave from Lora's was even worse. I know things always get worse before they get better, but that doesn't make me feel any better at this moment.

My parents are bringing my furniture today, so at least I'll be able to sleep on a bed tonight as opposed to the couch, so that's good. I am extremely hopeful that I will be able to bring Buddy over at some point, but I'm trying not to get my hopes up. I just don't know how he's going to do with another dog and a kitty. The last thing I want is to stress the animals.

So, it looks like I will be unpacking until Christmas, but I guess that is the norm when you move. I am trying to be as strong as possible, but not very successful thus far......*thinking happy thoughts*

I hate moving

I seriously think that moving should be considered a form of torture. I have not yet actually started moving and barely have anything packed, but I'm fed up already. How can one person really have this much shit? I'm talking non necessary stuff that isn't junk that basically just takes up space. Anyone who has had to move knows exactly what I'm talking about.

I'm going to be moving in with a friend of mine. I figure splitting the bills is a good thing...as long as I don't kill her. She and I have been friends for about 16 years and I love her dearly, but she can get on my nerves. I'm sure that I get on her nerves sometimes too, but I'm much more laid back than she is.

Buddy will probably be staying with Tony...at least for a while. L has a golden retriever and I don't know how well Buddy will do with George. George is a sweet boy and loves everyone, but Buddy is very protective and jealous when it comes to me, so we will have to test the waters a bit before I decide weather he will be able to come with me (I hope so).

I've been going out quite a bit lately and shooting pool to get out of the house. I used to be pretty good so I am getting better now that I've been shooting. The bar that I frequent is my parents' old haunt and the owner jokes that now that they've moved that I'm taking dad's place. The only thing is I don't drink nearly the amount of beer that he does...usually ;0)

So, wish me luck trying to get motivated to pack...I'm going to need it. I hope to get some things moved this weekend, but we shall see how that works out.

Parents

Don't get me wrong, I love my parents more than anything. But, they are not really helping me keep my composure right now. My mom called my crying the other morning because she felt bad that they just moved 2.5 hours away. I assured her that everything was fine and that it was perhaps a good thing for me to work out by myself. My dad on the other hand has me stressed out because I just know that at some point he'll have a few too many Miller Lites and want to call and harass Tony. Well, it's possible anyway. Tony is usually smart enough not to answer the phone.

So, not only am I stressing and being mopey, but throw two caring parents into the mix who are trying to help in there own way and we have ourselves a mess. Or I do should I say. But it too shall pass.

My boss's rental that I told you about....not a chance I'm staying there. I know my boss is trying to help me out, but it is just a tiny little.....shack? That might not be the right word, but lets just say it's not in the best condition....not horrible (maybe I'm being a bit snotty) but it's certainly not great. I've been looking through the paper for apartments and I've come to the conclusion that I may just have to leave Buddy behind. I obviously don't want to, but there are many places that don't allow big dogs and I don't know how fair it would be to force him from a big house into a small apartment. I don't want him to be uncomfortable and not have enough space. So, we shall see what happens there. I know that Tony would take excellent care of him for me, so that's not an issue.

I have a job interview tonight for an evening position, part time. So, I should finish getting ready. I will let you know how I make out ;0)

Almost

Well, I know that I posted that Tony and I were trying to work on things, BUT at this time I'm afraid it's in vain. We have decided that it would be best for me to move out. I have gotten an offer from my boss to rent out his old house. This works out because he is fine with me having Buddy. See, I told you I have uncanny luck. While I am definitely heartbroken, as is Tony, our main goal is to preserve the friendship. We hope that this may bring us back together one day, but I am honestly not getting my hopes up as I don't want to get let down.

I haven't really finalized anything with my boss yet and I don't know when this may occur, but I am kind of relieved that everything is out in the open. So, I just wanted to let you know what was happening. I am going to try to keep posting, but we shall see.

In other news, the weekend was fantastic (except for the moving thing). The cancer benefit was awesome.....it was very hot out but everyone had a great time. After the benefit, I went home, showered and went to a local club to see another band play....totally awesome!!! I made some new friends and got to hear some great music.

I will be sure to let you know what's happening, but for now I need to go sit somewhere quiet.....

Thanking my lucky stars

I must have done something good in a previous life or have really good karma. As far as the good karma goes, I always TRY to be nice to people and be a decent human being. That all being said, I feel like I am an extremely lucky girl. Yes, I've been going through some rough patches but that's life. I always find a way to deal or things just fall into place....see, the luck thing. I'm not bragging by any means, I'm just very grateful.

This morning when I went out to leave for work, I got in the tracker, turned the key and....clicking. I turned the key off and tried again...it tried to start then more clicking. OK, must be the battery. So, I gather my stuff and get in my Mazda (which just ran out of inspection in July) and head off to work. I was a bit late but my boss was not mad (it was only 5 min. or so). He had gone to a little restaurant close by and gotten us both breakfast so that was nice...see what I'm saying. So, we were eating our breakfast and I explain my car troubles to him and he agrees that it is probably the battery. Now we continue discussing where would be a good place for me to check for a new battery and out of nowhere he tells me to call the local battery store and check if they have it....and he'll put it on his American Express! Can you believe it? I didn't know what to say....lucky?

Long story short, he drove to my house and took out my old battery, took it to the battery place and bought me a brand new battery. I am still stunned by his generosity and kindness. My boss has always treated me as a daughter. We get on each others nerves, but hey thats par for the course. So, as I was saying, I don't know what I did to deserve it but I am ever so thankful!

I honestly don't know if luck is the right term to use but it seems fitting. If it's not because I am a good person, then I must come off as pitiful and in need of help ;0). Case in point: I was driving down the road a few years ago and my tire started to go flat. I pulled over (there was no service station nearby) and I put on my flashers and proceeded to change the tire. Now, I am fully capable of changing a tire...hell, I can change my own oil among other things concerning a vehicle. I am semi mechanically inclined. I had two people pull over to help me...one of which was a nice old man who probably would've had a harder time breaking the lug nuts loose than me. He so very sweetly said "I felt bad for you, you poor thing..." I just smiled and thanked him, as by this time the other man had shooed me out of the way and was going to town on the tire. So see...pitiful=Missy ;0).

So, now that the battery issue is taken care of (THANK YOU ED!!!!!!!!) I am ready to start the weekend. Tomorrow I will be going to a cancer benefit and it will be awesome (always is). Live music, lots of good food, lots of cold beer, and really great people. Not to mention that 100% of the proceeds goes to the three beneficiaries this year. How awesome is that? Saturday night my girlfriend and I will be going to see a friends band play, so it should be a great day all around. That means that I will sleep all of Sunday...maybe ;0p.

So, have a great weekend and don't do anything I wouldn't do....