Packing iz hard and I haz awards.....

Thanks to Bruce at - Good Lord do I have to list them all????

Just kidding.  If you had 14 dozen I'd still list them.   You can locate Bruce Dreamodeling, BruceJohnsonJADIP and at his saltiest Evil Bruce/Stupid stuff I see and hear.  What?  I've forgotten one?  Seriously?  Right then....and The Guy Book.  Clearly I'm entirely too lazy this evening to list them by name but please, by all means check them all out as they are all different and sure to show you something you'll love.

Many thanks to Mrs. Hyde over at A Bitch Called Mom

Seriously you guys!  No idea I had that much funny in me.  But it makes me exceedingly happy that at least one other person on the planet, other than Darling Husband (and usually when I'm not meaning to be at all) thinks I am.  I think there are rules that go with these but not sure what they are yet.  I'll get back to it.  I swear!!! 

I would be remiss if I failed to mention that Mrs Hyde also has a second blog The Well Fed Spirit which is the kinder gentler Mrs. Hyde and completely worth the read.  I learn and feel something every time I see a new blog.  I'm so fortunate to have her in my blog world.  

As a follow up to last week's announcement that we are moving.  I spent the weekend packing some shit up.  Deciding what I couldn't live without and getting rid of the rest.  However I've learned a few things about myself along the way. 

1) Packing is hard.  Well, deciding which crap to keep and which to toss is hard.  Emotionally.  For me it is anyway.  I found things that I haven't looked at in a really long time.  Some great good things...my wedding hanky and matchbook from the restaurant where we had our first meal as a married couple.  A lot of things that I wasn't expecting.....playing cards and poker chips that have long since been gone from the set,  a gag gift vibrator that a friend gave me on a vacation to NOLA (more on that later), sadly the batteries were long dead, some board games that we never bothered to open (Singing Bee anyone?).  And also a few things that were sad like the bookmark the funeral home made when my grandfather died.  Had a poem on the other side.  Anyway, the reason that packing is so hard for me emotionally is because apparently I have to relive every memory in order to decide whether to keep an object or not.  *Do I really NEED to explain why that is exhausting?*

2)*** Disclaimer*** guys if you are squeamish about Scarlet (as the monthly is known in our house) turn away now.....really, go to  Men's Health.com...go now.  Seriously.  Okay....for the rest of us.....I woke up Saturday morning with Scarlet.  I knew she was here because I dreamed that I was in a car wreck and pinned between two vehicles by my abdomen and when I woke up...I was still in pain.....fucking bitch.  Seriously guys...Men's Health..last warning.   Also learned something.  If you are trying to insert a tampon and drop in in the toilet because your sleepy ass fingers can't work it out properly, you can hang that shit up (no not on the wall like a trophy) but that tampon is never going to leave the applicator because it swells immediately upon touching the water.  3:30am science lesson that Bill Nye the Science Guy didn't feel the need to share with us.  PSA for the guys still with me, if you hear your woman, wife, lady friend, in the master bathroom cussing like a sailor in the middle of the night you can bet she dropped the damn plug in the potty.  

3) When you start taking shit off your walls it's sad.  It starts to feel like it isn't your house anymore.  It starts to look bare.  Yes, I know, we're going some place that is new and exciting and much better, but it makes it hard to sleep when all the 'what nots' (excellent synonym use by the way because I cannot spell tchotchkies) you've gathered over time and cast familiar shadows in the nightlight (yes, Darling Husband and I are nearly legally blind and find our way around at night by navigating the shadows - don't judge *grin*) are missing.  Packed away to be seen again soon, but missing temporarily nonetheless.  

Okay, that's probably enough, perhaps even way too much information for this evening.  I'll be back soon to comply with the rules of my awards and pass them on.  

Thank you all so much for reading this silly shit.  Oh yes, I've noticed.....there are 84 of you.  Of course that number my dwindle some after my little...er...uh...science lesson above, but I see you guys over there and it makes my heart all a flutter that you are interested enough to pay attention to what comes out of my mind and off my fingertips.  Please comment if you are so minded.  I love to hear from you all!