Monday, August 31, 2009

You Just Never Know What You May Find in Those Boxes

Remember how I said our movers in VA were pretty awful? Their folly has actually turned into quite the joke around our house. We'll come across a box (No, we're still not completely unpacked. What?) that's labeled "Dishes/Kitchen" only to open it and find that there are three lamps, two extension cords, a pair of shoes, a trash can and a plate inside. Somehow, the plate was the only thing that made the label. For the record, we don't keep shoes, extension cords and lamps in the kitchen but these guys were really creative in their packing skills. At this point, we just laugh and chalk it up to experience.

What I found in a box today was no laughing matter. At least not to me. Best of all? I can't even blame it on the movers.

We have boxes and boxes of books that we haven't unpacked yet because we haven't decided exactly where we want our bookshelves to go. Last night, we figured out a location for one of them and this morning I decided to open up a couple of the boxes and put the books in their new home. Just as I lifted one of my favorite Shel Silverstein books from the box, something scurried across the top of it an hid underneath the paper at the bottom. It was fast. Not so fast that I didn't have time to see what it was. Oh-Em-Gee there was a stinkin' lizard in the box. I won't even resort to my usual love of exaggeration here and tell you that it was big. The thing was tiny. In fact, it's small size has only added to my paranoia all day because something that tiny? IT COULD BE ANYWHERE.

I'd love to tell you that I set the little guy free to find his little lizard family but I can't lie. I dropped that book and ran like a sissy. My heart was beating so fast and I was convinced he was chasing me. I refused to even walk past the room where that box was sitting all afternoon. Poor Brother thought I'd lost my mind when I asked him the third time in an hour if something just ran across the floor.

If you're concerned about the state of the creepy little lizard, don't be. When Big Daddy got home tonight, he went to the box and as he lifted the first book, he let out a big, "Aww, he's cute!" and dutifully carried him outside and set him free...

...so that he can wiggle his way back into my house and torture me tomorrow when Big Daddy isn't here to think him adorable.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Here I Am!

So sorry! I didn't mean to leave you all to play the game of "Where's Heather?" lately! I dropped the news that we were moving and then just disappeared. No worries, we made it to the great state of Louisiana about three weeks ago and have had our fair share of adventures since then. Since it's been so long and so much has happened, how about I just update you with a list and promise to be a better blogging friend now that we are somewhat settled? Thanks, I knew you'd understand!

*We left VA a little behind schedule because we had the WORST packers in our history of many, many moves. Seriously guys, they were bad. Even worse, they were slow and took so many breaks to smoke and make phone calls that we could have allowed the kids to pack our stuff and they would have been faster.

*For the first leg of our drive out here, we headed to TN to visit Big Daddy's family and meet our beautiful (and I mean GORGEOUS!) new baby nephew. I tried to steal him but my sister-in-law just wouldn't have it. Along the way, our Jeep started acting all crazy so we (the kids, my sister, my nephew and myself) left Big Daddy in TN to get the necessary repairs and we made the rest of the trip on our own. That was an adventure! Remind me to tell you of the hotel with the faulty fire alarm that made the trip one to remember.

*We arrived only a day ahead of Big Daddy and slept on air mattresses until it was time for our stuff to arrive several days later. The day that it came, it was about 101 degrees outside. You may think that's hot but it's not as hot as 101 degrees with 100% humidity. Normally, I'd just hide inside and pretend not to notice people outside melting away. Except. That's the first day our air conditioner in the new house decided to stop working.

*Notice how I said the first day? It took a couple of days for them to get out and take a look at it and all of ten minutes to repair put a band-aid on it. We were cool as cucumbers for a whole twenty four hours when it decided to take another little break from working. (Looking back, I see so many parallels between our A/C and our movers in VA.) After three more days of melting (need I remind you that I'm six months pregnant?) they came out and spent 15 more minutes putting another band-aid on it. Lather, rinse, repeat twenty four hours later. I think it was around this time that we stopped laughing at all of our bad fortune. I'll spare you the rest of the details but I'll tell you that twenty nine hours ago, the repair guys came out for what I hope (for their sakes) to be the last time and we still have air. Friends, LA has got to be one of the hottest places on the planet.

*Sister started first grade and is loving it! I promise a story about that, too. Probably even with pictures.

We really do love it here, so far. We have met so many kind people already and aside from everything under the sun going wrong, we are still smiling and saying that this may end up being one of those places that we never want to leave. Sorry this is so lengthy and I really (no, really!) promise to be a better blogging friend now that we have air and are a little more settled. This whirlwind of a life is crazy but I'm not sure I'd have it any other way!