Many, many things

So much has happened over the last few weeks that I am going to try to keep each item short, in list form, I guess.

And don't mind the spelling mistakes, I am tired. I caught up on deleting spam in my 5 or 6 email inboxes, reading several blogs, checking photos, and trying to figure out my login to this website, since I normally just use the email feature to post blogs... It's probably been 6 months since I last actually logged in to this site...

- The move was stressful. Very very stressful. A few key notes include my newfound (re-found?) hatred for a certain moving truck company that operates all over North America, my disdain for packing stuff, moving stuff, and unpacking (especially unpacking) of stuff.

- We were delayed by about 2 1/2 days because of the extreme unavailability of moving vehicles, the booking of 3 different people for one truck, and the total disappearing act of the moving truck company person. We ended up taking the key out of the lock box, as suggested by the rep located in Calgary, and did all of the rental stuff over the phone.

- As if I didn't have enough self-esteem issues, Marley gets extremely excited when she sees me get dressed. Like she dances. She wiggles. She smiles and pants and runs for the door. (She thinks she'll get to go outside anytime we go near the door, which is very near the kitchen.)

- For the move of our stuff out of the house, C's Dad came over and he along with C moved everything into the truck. I feel bad about it, because I didn't load anything into the truck. I helped organize a bit, and was packing final crap and starting to clean, but still. They loaded up the whole place (ish) in 2 1/2 hours. It then took us about 1 and a half to load up the car with garbage, run it to a dumpster, get food, load up the car with stuff going to the house not via the moving truck, and sorta kinda organize what was left in the house.

- Chris and I - alone - moved all of our stuff into the apartment, in about 4 1/2 hours, including several breaks to check on and pay attention to Marley, and a very quick hey-the-pizza-was-delivered-to-the-truck-let's-grab-a-slice-and-keep-going break. Oh, yeah, this was all same day as the moving stuff into the truck. We did it all in about 11 hours, start to finish. Never again.

- We discovered that the couches we were somewhat forced to buy when we moved into our last place would not fit into this place. Maybe the love seat might have, had it been two less exhausted, frustrated people moving it in. We ended up selling the love seat to our landlord for cheap, just to get rid of it so we didn't have to cram it in our storage thing. (I mentioned "somewhat forced" above: meaning that the previous owners didn't want to have to move them, and we would have been stuck with them for a month or two regardless of whether or not we bought them, plus they were better than the 4th or 5th hand couches that we had. I just didn't feel like we had a choice.)

- The kitchen is unpacked. The bathroom is mostly unpacked - just remnant crap left. The living room is about halfway, but we are still waiting on shelves and a computer desk to finish setting stuff up. The bedroom is not ready, the second bedroom is far from ready. (I'm going to need about a month's notice for any guests' arrival...)

- The computer desk and shelves I mentioned are still at the other place. I admit that we are very lucky in that there isn't really a deadline to get our crap out of the other place, ditto with final cleaning - all of our freezer food is still there. We wanted to rent (ugh) another truck this weekend to go down on Sunday to pick up the rest of our crap - still unsure why we didn't get all the big stuff while we had the huge truck - and to finish cleaning, BUT there are no trucks, and they aren't open on the weekend anyway. So... the likelihood of getting a truck for Chris's one and only day off each week (Sunday) is getting smaller as we speak. Type? Read? Communicate via one sided bitch-fest? Sure, that works.

- Last friday was a bad day. I woke up in a good mood, and managed to keep the good mood even though a series of increasingly bad things kept happening. I honestly felt like something somewhere was testing me, waiting for my head to explode. (Thank goodness it didn't, what a mess.) The absolute worst was that at 6:15 p.m. while prepping dinner, the power in my kitchen, dining room and living room went out. No music, no lights, no microwave time, no heating the water in the kettle, no preheating the oven. It ALL went out. The fridge, everything. After calling the landlord - none of the circuit breakers had flipped, so I was worried there was a serious short somewhere, we discovered that electricians can be very high maintenance demanding primadonnas. Some of them. Some 'don't do weekends'. Some 'don't do apartments or condos'. Some just don't answer back at all. Still.

- Finally on Monday morning a really nice guy came in and checked everything out, (told me that there is no way the panel box would have passed inspection - very comforting), and discovered it was a fuse. How old is this building that they still have fuses? We have no idea. Oh, there's aluminum wiring still in this building, too. (The fuse the electrician pulled out of the box had a price of $0.32 on it. From a long since closed store from around here ish...)

- We have power, our phones are sort of working, and Marley is somewhat adjusted. She knows where home is when I go for a drive, which is cool. She however, hasn't realized that people going to the apartment across the hall do not need to be barked at endlessly.

- I was sick on tuesday, and Chris was very sweet and took good care of me.

- He is sick now (guessing two completely different things) and I regret that I am extremely bitchy from another round of well, crap, and so I wish I could say I am being as good to him right now as he was to me when I was sick.

I am trying, though.

:)

How was your last two weeks?