March 14, 2007

We started packing up our house tonight. The whole time I was all running around the house, entering each room thinking “BAH! What happened here! This room is in total disarray! How annoying guys! Now I have to put all this stuff back where it belongs…….” I am still in denial that we are moving.

This is us as we started our packing endeavour for the evening.

Mike, overcome with excitement:

Me, overcome with excitement:

and Delaney, genuinely overcome with excitement, a little concerned about what is goin down:

My Mom came over and helped us (thanks Mom!) and we made a huge dent.

Mike is not phased by moving at all. He grew up as an Army brat and moved every 2.4 months or something crazy like that. He is unshaken and unscared. He laughs in the face of moving 3 miles. He told me a story about how once, when his family was moving from Germany, they hired some local Gypsies movers to pack up their house. The gypsies packed their entire house (of five kids and 2 adults) without using a single box or roll of tape. Mike’s family got their stuff on the other side of the ocean and found belongings stuffed into the piano, their socks stuffed into Tupperware containers, pillowcases filled to the brim. Every imaginable container was used to the fullest capacity. Bizarre. Needless to say, we are not that creative nor that motivated and we quit after American Idol came on.

This is Mike on his organizational high:

This is me in my most favorite shirt of all time. The front shows the silhouette of a naked girl doing a ballet move and the back says “NEED WE SAY MORE”. Mike steals it often.

This is us watching American Idol where we hailed to the glory of Lakisha and festered with writhing discontent for Sanjaya:

The truth is that we have to move because 1. we need money for the adoption and 2. we can no longer live next to the man we live next to. When Jesus said “Love thy Neighbor”, he was not talking about this guy. He is unlovable. In fact, I think the saying actually goes “Love thy Neighbor unless it’s Gary, who is unfortunately one of Satan’s trolls.” More on that some other time.

Peace out,

Jamie

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3 Responses to “Packing Emotions”

1. March 14th, 2007 at 7:54 pm, erin Says:

   Hey, your blog is loads of fun! You commented on mine, so I checked yours out, and I am glad I did. I would love it if you’d link to me, and I will to you, if that’s ok.

   Miles is due on our wedding anniversary — good time of the year to be born. I hope all goes well for you — I look forward to following your story. I too, will lurk — but I promise to comment, too. I love getting comments. Good luck on the move.

   e

2. March 15th, 2007 at 3:28 pm, the Penmeister Says:

   Cool blog! I normally lurk but wanted to tell you good luck with the adoption, and your daughter is adorable.
   Penny

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