Packing

Something tells me, the kitties know what's up. They look at me whenever I start to pack things up like "oh no, not again, you bitch"

Well...if you only knew what you had in store for you kids. Your new home comes complete with two more cats, and another dog. My mother is going to kill my.

Packing up this time is strange, to say the least. I will be driving cross country, and taking with me only what can fit in my car, possibly minus some room to get Paul's electronic drum set. I cant help but think of that old Oregon trail where you could only take so many pounds of stuff with you, and you have to pick only the necessities.

So far, I think I'm doing alright. I have my trunk, and that has most of my clothes in it. I think I can fit some more in there. I forget. I have one small box with some things that are going with me. I have that Drawer thing I have with most of my craft stuff, and one more plastic container for crafties. Two shoe boxes with several pairs of shoes crammed in. One other box with my scale and some other things...its about one foot by two foot by 6 inches maybe, its a flat box. Last is my medium size kitchen box. Since Paul and I wont be moving in with his sister, I figure I aught to keep this stuff since we will need these things anyway. He keeps telling me we will just buy new when we get there...but the amount of money we will be saving by not getting all new pot and pans sets seems worth it to me.

I don't think I'm bringing the television out there, so that's a plus. We can get a new one of those instead.

What's getting me is all my blankets. I love my bed stuff. Love it to death. The idea of parting with my blankies is like gut wrenching. I have already gotten rid of the ones that are old, have been peed on by cats, or are just ugly and stained in general, but that leaves me with

~A feather blanket I know I'm taking
~My blue and pink stripie one I have had forever
~This one really good thick heavy one from downstairs I would like to keep. It's good for like lawn laying and things like that
~My electric blanket. I don't suppose I will need it in California, but my parents gave it to me as a gift just last year, I would feel like a bastard getting rid of it. Although, I could leave it with them just fine I suppose. Also, I could leave it for now, and take it out there for "winter" and then we could just not ever use heat

Not to mention my feather bed thing under my sheets. That thing is huge. It can be crammed down a bunch (feathers are cool like that) but still...that thing is the shit. I want to have it. I guess I should leave it with my parents as well for when I visit back home. that mattress isn't exactly great, and Paul says the one he has there is awesome.

Arg.

The idea of leaving my stuff behind sucks. It's not that I'm a huge pack rat...ok I kind of am....but the idea of accumulating stuff that you like just to get rid of it eventually sucks my ass.

Like, for example, I'm not settling out there. I will be moving once again. I wont raise bratty little orange county kids.

IM GUNNA HAVE TO DO THIS AT LEAST ONE MORE TIME

Hopefully then it will be worth it to like, get the big ass moving truck and move all my stuff. Hopefully by that point in my life I will have money enough to do that.

I'll tell you what though, I'm getting good at filling every last crack of moving boxes with shit. Of course my boxes end up so heavy that only boys can carry them....but that's ok.

I'm going to miss my kitties for those few months though. I might come pick them up sooner, you never know. There going to be expensive too, because most places have some ungodly pet deposit. Maybe I will just keep them a secret.

Tee hee Secret kitties.

The move will hopefully be done in a Honda Civic...purchased while I am in Michigan.

I talked to my Dad about helping me out with that the other day...and didn't really get a straight answer from him which is scary. I need a car though, and will figure something out. Now with Paul's plane ticket bought and everything, it all kind of has to work out for me. There's not really a choice.

If I have to, I will be packing up the Metro and taking her out west.

Hopefully, while fording the river, my oxen wont die. That would suck.