Two more days of work left. Whoa. Last night as I packed up my entire kitchen, and it really started to sink in, I'm moving. I did manage to make a lot of headway towards putting all of my earthly possessions, sans my puppies, into boxes. It's kind of sad, though, to see all of my stuff in boxes.
For those of you that don't know, here are my plans for the near future. Move this weekend and put 99% of my stuff into storage. Then, my puppies and I will stay at my sister's house (with her 2 puppies, for a grand total of about 275 pounds of puppies, with the smallest one at 50 pounds). After about 2 months, or when my sister can't stand me any more, Sir Cameltoes will move in from Oregon, and I'll make the migration to stay with him. Sounds like fun, huh? So I get to move my stuff twice in about 2 months? Yep. It's cause I'm that cool.
Fathers lock up your daughter, Cameltoes and DD are on the prowl.
Since I'm going to only work part-time, I'm going to have about half of each month off for a while. So I'm going to have a lot of free time. Which is going to be great, but I'm going to need to find something to do, other than, uh, you know, play online poker for hours and hours and hours. I'm hoping that I can find some people and get a band going. It's been about 5 years since I've had a band, and I'd really like to start playing some gigs again.
Keep on keepin' on, and keep hope alive*.
*I can't believe I just quoted Jesse Jackson. I have reached an all-time low now. Oh well.
p.s. I think that Lonmontre got the hint about my sister's friend "S". If you didn't read the emails here are the first and second letters. Dam, cause I was enjoying the emails. I was hoping that he'd write one more, but no luck.
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