Ouch

That about sums up how my day went - what did you do to yourself?

Finally

Pictures to come, but the carpet's getting installed in the basement and the hardwood floors are re-done - we're moving in tomorrow.

We'll be surfacing in our new digs soon. Keep your fingers crossed we make it through without involving divorce lawyers. (Just kidding, but if you've moved with a partner...you know what I mean).

As a blogger I read says, Ciao.

Sunday Update

Just a quick update to say it's Sunday afternoon and I'm sitting at Bardenay on the Basque Block having lunch and watching football.

And I couldn't be happier.

We drove up yesterday and managed to get stranded on Interstate 80 in the Pequops because of a freak snowstorm that took (apparently) the Nevada Department of Transportation and truckers alike by surprise. Three lanes of traffic at a total standstill while trucks chained up whereever the spirit moved them to stop...sigh. It took for flipping ever to get through there.

We managed to stop and see Dad and Pattie after we dropped off Little Bit at Grandma's. He's having a feeding tube put in his stomach this week to help him get enough food in to gain lots of weight. He may also have to have some chemo, rather unexpected, but more precautionary than necessary. He looks so much better, though he doesn't seem to believe that. He's even getting some hair on his head.

Then we had to get to Boise to pick up the keys to our new pad from friend Allen. (Bless you, Allen for picking them up). The pad is small, but is clean and other than a few random irritating things about rentals (the deadbolt on the front locks with a key from the INSIDE as well as outside...the garage door won't open), and the fact there's a Ron Paul supporter about two houses down (just kidding) I think it will be fine. The Bits are going to be devastated about the size of their bedrooms, but what can you do?

The Husband's flying back to fair SLC tonight and I will go down next Saturday to help pack and move (hopefully) most of our stuff. Anyone want to help?

Yeah...that's what I thought. Happy Sunday and good luck to your teams (except for the Bears, of course).

My Own Private Idaho

Amazing...it's really happening.

And in celebration, I give you the B-52s. This was the first time I heard my home state immortalized in song (I guess the state song "Here We Have Idaho" escaped me until later)...I was SO impressed that cool people with funky hairdos even knew the name of where I lived. (Sorry, for those of you with a Lego fetish, this video contains real live people. But Lego videos rock too.)

I'm really glad it isn't my own Private Idaho (Shiggy's in Idaho now, and we're glad to have him!) - all of you are invited to partake for at least a visit to my fair homeland, because if you read this, you are someone I'm more than happy to share space with.

After two years that in many ways have felt like a wilderness (often, I admit, of my own making) I am happy and humbled to get to go home, and after twenty some years (no snickers about my age!) I'm still a Wildcat from Filer High dancing in a miniskirt to this very tune, somewhere in my mind.

Home...ahhhhhh....

Progress...or Lack Thereof

So it is now Thursday. I have accomplished almost nothing I wanted to this week.

• Little Bit's room is still a disaster waiting to be packed
• There are still no boxes of books neatly packed
• The back yard is not yet mowed and we have guests coming over Saturday (yes, Yvette, it will be mowed by then and we're glad you're coming)

The only things I've managed to do are shred a big bag of stuff (I've needed to do that for oh...a year), and run the dishwasher about five times (Little Bit and I home all week = too many dirty dishes), oh and one really productive thing, we got our lease signed and the phone and DSL set up to move. I guess that's something.

I've been pretty much looking around, hyperventilating and waiting to hear if The Husband would be able to continue working for our current employer, cocooned in a cubicle at the Mother Ship, and the answer came back last night. NO. Surprised? Not really. Disappointed? Yes, because it looks like his job, and others who are not moving away, will be sacrificed so we don't have to lay off people in a foreign country. Even though, in this case, that is what makes the most sense.

I love American corporations. No, I don't, I hate most of them.

This sounds like whining, and it probably is, but at the moment, I'm feeling stressed, not grateful. Think I will go read my Martin Luther bible study and get some enlightenment on how ungrateful I am. Honestly, it really will help.

Then I have to drink before the VP debate tonight. That's all I'm going to say on that subject.

Aw Frack

Brett, Take Your Ball and Go Home.

Let's move on.

Go Pack.