Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Upstairs, Downtown

Blogging away while wondering if I'm the only person who regrets never learning to Riverdance...

Reports of my demise have been greatly slightly exaggerated. I am alive and well... or at least alive. Five-plus days of packing, moving, and unpacking have worn me out, physically and mentally. Thinking about all that I still have to do causes me anxiety. Anyway, that's my reason for not blogging, and also for not perusing others' blogs as usual, although I am still reading and commenting when I get a chance. I think that might be a small part of the reason that I seem to have lost my "funny" (and don't know where to find it) as well. Hopefully, things will be back to normal soon. OK, enough complainin'. After all, my life is really just so hard.

Yesterday's big excitement was the battery in my truck going dead. It's those little unexpected surprises life throws at you that just make that hose you bought to hook up to the exhaust pipe but never did look evermore enticing. Fortunately, moving hardly costs anything at all! Who knew! So paying for a new battery was a delight. OK, enough sarcasm for one post, I suppose. I still get a little nervous putting in a battery and playing with jumper cables. Just seems like a good possibility of something catching fire or someone getting electrocuted. And by possibility, I mean probability. And by someone, I mean me.

Got all the big stuff moved in Sunday. Big thanks to Daniel (who I'm quite sure doesn't read my blog) and Jonathan (who I'm quite sure doesn't even read... just kidding... ish.) for their help, as well as my Dad and sister. Daniel was able to fit the couch, recliner, dining room table, mattress, box springs, washer, dryer, and two dressers on the back of his tiny 1983 Nissan truck and 6-ft. trailer. Not bad. It looked something similar to the Beverly Hillbillies vehicle. My sister has been a huge help, too. She also came by Saturday and helped me pack while we watched the Bama game.

I stayed here at the new place Sunday night. The cable and phone and DSL were all hooked up by that time. Very nice. Oh, and remember how I was so excited about living somewhere with stairs a few days ago? Yeah. Um. Not so much anymore. I do love it here though. Had pizza delivered last night! That is def among the top five things of living here. I'll be eating healthy for sure! Oh, I almost forgot, when we got here Sunday, a girl walked out from next door and started talking to us. When I got closer to her, I realized it was my first cousin. Yes, blog fans, I'm living next to my cousin. Only in Alabama.

Live update: OK, I just had to take a break from blogging to go register my new number with the National Do Not Call Registry. I've gotten three telemarketing calls since I started writing this entry. Apparently, they pounce on a new phone number like a pack of starving, wild coyotes on a wounded bird. Oh by the way, the last four digits of my new number are 2888. If you can't figure that out, it spells BUTT. That's right ladies, call 555-BUTT for any and all of your needs. What the crap?

Alright, I need to get some unpacking done. I took half a day off work so that I could be here when the cable guy came by, even though the cable was never turned off in the first place. Long story. Oh, and Xinh's post has me wanting to go to a fair, and have a candy apple, and some cotton candy, and funnel cake, and all that good stuff. It's that time of year.

EDIT: Completely forgot to mention Pablo. I don't imagine he likes riding, he gets jostled so. But he seems to be doing OK now, just looking around getting accustomed to his new surroundings. I had him downstairs at first, but then decided to bring him up here Sunday night before I went to bed. Besides, I think he likes to chat online.

"I sold what I could, and packed what I couldn't. Stopped to fill up on my way out of town..."


  1. First off - YEAH! You're back! :-) You were missed!

    Congrats on the new place. I'm so happy you've moved - even though I never saw the old place, the way you described it made me cringe at times. It seemed way to familiar to my previous locale and I knew you could do better. I'm surprised you got so much moved in such a short period of time. I think my phone took 2 weeks to unhook and rehook in the new place alone. Wow.

    Sorry to hear about the battery - and the expenses it entails. You'll be happy this winter though, when you don't have to replace it on a cold winters day.

    Glad you're back. How did Pablo do with the move?

  2. We just moved 6 months ago, so I FEEL YOUR PAIN!! Seriously...and add 2 kids to that mix of fun, and it really makes you want to start swallowing any and all pills in your house!!

    Of course your battery would die while you're moving, that's how that whole moving thing works ;-)

    I'm glad you came through it ok...maybe a couple new gray hairs, but hey, they make you look distinguished ;-)

    Oh yeah, the whole cousin thing...as long as you guys aren't true alabama cousins, it's ok to live next door to each other!

  3. YAY! The Bone-ster's got a new bachelor pad! Woo hoo! When you get all moved in we want pictures!

    My last move was a year ago, and I'm not planning on doing it again for a long, long time. I hope.

    You tellin' me you don't know how to put in a new battery? Boy, I'm gonna hafta learn you a thing or two!

  4. Cindy: OK, I just added something about Pablo to my post. I had intended to do that in the first place, but forgot.

    Brunette: No, not true Alabama cousins, thankfully. If that were the case, she'd be living with me.

    Lass: Me either. I think this might be mine and Pablo's last move.

    Of course I can change a battery. I live in Alabama. You can't even get a job here if you don't konw certain basic things about cars. :-) I was sorta tryin' to be funny.

    Although I do have at least two male friends who I don't think can change a tire. But, another post for another day.

  5. I can't believe that you didn't know that your cousin lived in that apartment complex.

    And just so you know, I'm going back to the Fair with another friend on Sunday, so I'll be able to get my roasted corn!!

  6. Thank goodness you realized your neighbor was your cousin before you asked her out on a date.

    Have you posted a pic of Pablo? I would like to see him.

    Just think of the wonderful quad muscles you will have (not that you don't already) after climbing your new steps!

    I call for some BUTT but you didn't answer! :P

  7. Yes, I posted a pic of Pablo not long after I got him, here: http://littlenibbler.blogspot.com/2005/05/handsome-feller.html


  8. I'm having a blogging break. Posting but only commenting on two or three blogs a day.

    Think it's something in the air. and I'm so jealous that you get to live in place with a staircase

    Was thinking of you last night as my window into the south, and I do love Southern writing. You're continuing a grand tradition so don't ever stop. Though I can't figure out the Seinfeld thing. But true writers and true Southern writers are complicated and multi-faceted, so Bone...keep on writing.

  9. Thanks for the update on Pablo! :-)

  10. Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone....

    I feel your pain, brother.

    Glad the move went as smooth as it could have. Glad Pablo is taking it well, too. Our new house is still completely insane with unpacked boxes and "stuff" littered everywhere. EXHAUSTING!

    And, my Chevy truck is a piece, too, so I feel so bad that you're having toubles with yours. Not fun.

    p.s. I've only read one blog this year. ;)

  11. Crys: Glad you enjoyed my "bottom lyrics."

    Pia: Window into the South? Wow, that sounds like a lot of pressure :-) And, I'm beginning to think stairs were really only fun when you were a kid. Whew.

    Cindy: Anytime. I think he might be a little afraid of Bella and Apollo, though :-)

    Blonde: I thought a couple of readers were either moving or had recently moved, so I knew they could relate.

    "Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone...."


  12. Interesting, I was just thinking today that Bella and Apollo would LOVE Pablo. :-) I'm sure they'd treat him like a little brother....yeah right. :-)

  13. OK, just because I'm nice, I'm not going to tell Pablo what you just said.

  14. LOL - They'd want to hug him and squeeze him and play with him...

    As his dad, you can edit what he sees and hears - you may want to make sure to not show him the pics I'm going to post Monday of the kitties. He'd probably even be more scared of them - or you would be.