I am alive...barely, but I am alive.
Can I just tell all of you wonderful blogland people how much I dislike moving, unpacking and having to search through 10 boxes just to find my toothbrush? Thanks...because I really do. It took ELEVEN hours for the movers to pack the truck, drive from point A to point B and unload all of our worldly possessions and randomly place them somewhere throughout our new home. ELEVEN hours. Do you know how much it costs to retain the under appreciated employees of the American Moving Company for 11 hours? A lot...It costs a hella lot of cash. Those men are my heroes though. For real...I would rather swallow a cup full of really sharp thumb tacks than go to work everyday and do their job. It's hard work, people.
Ryan and I spent the majority of Saturday afternoon moving things we didn't want the movers touching...which meant up and down stairs, in an out of the house and cramming things in my car into spots I didn't know existed. I
begged politely asked my parents to come pick up the boys for the night so that we could get things done without pausing every 10 minutes to break up a disagreement over who had the ball first or answer a random question about the dogs or some other incidental topic, and they willingly obliged the way grandparents do. Thank you very much Mama and Daddy. Yes, I still call my parents Mama and Daddy at the age of 36. That's how my siblings and I roll.
Carol just happened to be passing through Texas on the way to Hot Springs to take care of some family business on Saturday, and we were lucky enough to have dinner with her and some of our new neighbors after a long day of loading and unloading. It was such a nice break, and a cruel joke preparing us for the nightmare which lay ahead the following daybreak. We ate at a little Mexican restaurant in Prosper...one of the ONLY eateries in the city, and if you've ever lived in somewhat of a small town, when there's only a handful of places to consume food, chances are you'll see lots of familiar faces...and we did...and Ryan and I looked like, as you can imagine we would after a long day of sweating, death warmed over. Nice. Great to meet all of you...No, we don't always look like homeless people. We did manage to get a hookup on a golf cart which we'll be checking out this weekend, a painter...who came and painted yesterday...painted a color that I now hate and am stuck with for awhile...more on that later...and a neighborhood bunko group. Seriously speaking, everyone we have met in Gentle Creek has been so incredibly kind and gracious, further solidifying our decision to call it home.
Sunday....the movers showed up at 9:15 AM...not to leave until 8:15 PM. It was such a long, long day but so worth every hour, minute, second, dollar, penny, etc.
We are IN LOVE with our new home. The boys are in heaven with the pool table, the space and the dogs are loving a change of scenery with the iron fencing which allows them to see the world going on around them. The satellite installers and audio gurus have finished with all the electronics....Ryan's favorite part...and I am slowly deciding what furniture goes where. Our clothes are in boxes, but the flat screen is now hung out on the patio for future family fun...priorities, people......A little outdoor
Wheel of Fortune competition has already been discussed. Lots of pics to come...as soon as I can find the camera.