Weekend Winks – Moving Mania Month

In the past 21 days, I’ve been asked to vacate my mini manse (due to the non-use of condoms by my landlord’s son who now needed my side of the duplex to expand their family), searched and found a new castle, scrapped and scrimped for money to pay rent two places in June while also forking over a pet and security deposit (my landlord refused to give me my deposit back early after asking what he could do to help – and then had the nerve to tell me that he couldn’t help it if I didn’t know how to”manage my money” when I told him I didn’t have the funds to move and also ended up telling me to “put your big girl panties on and deal with it”…you can imagine how that conversation ended), moved every evening after work (loading and unloading three car fulls a night was epic fun), consumed copious amounts of Skinny Pirates and wine after going to the doctor and spilling my guts that I can’t function on three hours of sleep per night, I’m beyond stressed and I just might punch someone in the face if the toner on the copier happened to run dry at work (not a typical reason for me to threaten physical violence) and the good ‘ol doc came back in and handed me a prescription…for a psychiatrist (lovely to have your feelings of lunacy verified by a medical professional – couldn’t I just get 14 days worth of Ambien or Xanax?!). Help a girl out!

After all of this I can finally say I’m done with this moving bullshit!

Thank God for t-shirts that say it all.

Thank God for t-shirts that say it all.

Moving is never, ever any fun. But being surprised with a relocation overwhelmed (to say the least) me.  I moved into my mini manse three years ago after an awful year and was my ‘new start.’ Also daunting was the fact that I have shit everywhere. Literally (because I downsized from a house to a duplex). I have shit at my parents house, shit at friends’ homes, shit in a storage unit, shit in my mini manse…but my new palace is double the size of my old (this gal is moving up) – oh snap!

Load by load, my folks (who I am forever indebted to) and myself carried precious possessions to and from the old to the new.

Glamingo handled with care by dear old Dad.

Dear old Dad – the man who is a constant and always around in my times of need. Plus, he sure looks good with a pink flamingo, right?

Dissecting my wall of shoes proved to be a ginormous task.

Wall of fun.

Wall of fun.

Boo hoo shoe....new places to debut!

Boo hoo shoes….new places for you to make your debut!

While my dad never uttered a peep about how many shoes I own, I happily pointed out that it could be worse.

My dad didn't utter a peep about me having too many shoes but I did tell him that my addiciton could be worse...could be crack cocaine.

Aren’t you glad I’m addicted to shoes and not crack cocaine?

Teddy acted like the sky was falling (he happily took the cue from yours truly) and tried to take up residency in every empty box.

Forget me and you'll be sorry.

Forget me and you’ll be sorry.

And was exhausted by the 48th hour of watching our trio take endless trips back and forth to our cars.

Ted tired out on day 2.

Ted tired out on day 2.

When my mom and I visited storage, it seemed like a good idea to stop payments and call Storage Wars on A&E.  There wasn’t time to sift through everything BUT many trips were made to Goodwill and the dump.

Oh boy...

Oh boy…

I lost many nights of shut eye over whether or not my beloved piano would fit into my new mini manse.  My work family came to my rescue by not only picking up my heavy as all get out player piano but also stepped in to move my furniture and belongings out of three different places with the company truck (I’m one lucky gal (with a happy tear in my eye) who will never be able to convey my level of gratitude).

Oh this has wheels? No problem.

Oh this has wheels? No problem.

Badass fellas kickin' a player piano's ass.

Badass fellas kickin’ a player piano’s ass.

Rollin' down the hill.

Thank God for dry grass!

Lift 'er up!

My heroes!

The madness continued once we stopped to collect my other larger pieces of furniture – I snapped this pic while the boys were trying to maneuver my two ton antique Coke machine down the front steps (naturally, I run and hide when I think heavy lifting is in order. I’m such a bitch).

Shit show.

Shit show.

And while my life still looked like this…

Will this move ever end?

Will this move ever end?

I had to kick up my heels and celebrate the piano fitting into my new and improved mini manse (although the front door of the apartment had to be removed to get the damn thing in – but still!). And yes, believe what you’re seeing – I’m in overall cut-offs (that my grandpa wore while farming – although I never, EVER wear shorts) and sneakers (which I never EVER wear unless I’m working out) but this was a dire circumstance and comfort was above any other fashion issue (unfortunately).

The piano fits!

The piano fits!

Moving into my fabulous new closet, the first piece of clothing I grabbed was my t-shirt celebrating the end of 2010, as I’m finding myself in a similar situation currently.

Poetic.

Poetic.

In between all of the moving shenanigans, I took time out for all kinds of debauchery at a bachelorette party.

Ahh...is moving over YET?

Ahh…is moving over YET?

Wondering about our fabulous attire? We're paying tribute to the bride's love of the muu muu.

Wondering about our fabulous attire? We’re paying tribute to the bride’s love of the muumuu.

There was nothing more fun than getting up after a long weekend of partying and cleaning the day away at my old place, making a few last trips to my spacious new mini manse.

Last load after endless hours of cleaning...

Last load after endless hours of cleaning…

I felt a lump in my throat upon departing the driveway for the last time because change is terrifying but I’ve found it’s almost always for the better.

Plus, I have one hell of a new closet!

Closet heaven. Holla!

Closet heaven. Holla!

Invites to our kick ass housewarming will be delivered shortly – I accept all sizes of Captain Morgan bottles (hint, hint) and Teddy will be available for pawtographs.

CBXB

CBXB!

39 thoughts on “Weekend Winks – Moving Mania Month

  1. […] drop of Captain (my very favorite liquor) in your bar loot (naturally the first boxes I unloaded in my new mini manse) as you […]

  2. kellisamson says:

    I missed you while I was on my trip! I am so sorry your two weeks were not as fun as mine, but -dang! – look at those shoes! Could you possibly be a 9.5, perchance? The great thing is that you are getting out of dodge just as you found out your landlord was a piece of crap. I am happy it’s starting to look up. Wishing you a quiet night in your new tub this weekend, girl. xo

    • Welcome back Mama! Missed you too! I loved seeing your fun on Instagram. Tub times were fun indeed this weekend as Teddy and I exchanged “WTF happened in the last two weeks?” looks as we kinda unpacked a little. I don’t wear a 9.5…but we could do a little stretching and see where that gets us! 🙂

  3. Oh,man…I HATE moving and pianos…don’t get me started! I’m glad you survived!

  4. Rant, rant, rant, I won’t mention any names or bad personal experiences, but I, too, detest Tennessee Landlords, rant, rant.

    Thanks for letting me rant. And I hope you’re back to feeling as great and “snazzy” as you manage to look and sound in writing, soon.

  5. marisaporter says:

    Numb disbelief that he talked to you that way after kicking you out. Hope your comic relief and skinny pirates, not to mention your fabulous friends and family, are keeping you from indigestion, ulcers, consuming bitterness.

  6. Forced moving? The worst. So sorry, babe! Hope you get the deposit back eventually! Your new closet looks divine!

    • Thanks Mama Jells! I’ve gotten through the initial shock (well, kinda) and now all of my possessions are finally in one resting place. I just have to start digging through them, which will be kinda fun (like, wait – I didn’t know I still had this Cabbage Patch doll!). And my new closet….sigh! I sit in it every night after work and have a cocktail. It’s my newest addiction!

  7. Moving does suck, but you have a great attitude about it, and an awesome new place! I’m jealous of your shoe collection and new closet. You made a change for the better, and won’t have to deal with your idiot neighbor anymore. You wouldn’t want him teaching Teddy bad habits!

    • So true – Teddy does NOT need to learn any bad habits from anyone else but moi! 🙂 The more I get settled, the more I am loving my new mini manse! Plus, I have a nice, big pool to go to on the weekends…I’m moving on up…!

  8. vudragovich says:

    May You Have Many Enjoyable Drunk Evenings! Giver Mr Teddy Extra Treats! Glad You Survived!

  9. Glad you managed to git ‘er done! Good to have guys to do the heavy lifting (especially the standing piano…those things are heavy!).

    • Girl – I don’t know what I would have done without the muscle! And the piano is beyond heavy. I tried to wheel it away from the wall last night to get to an outlet…no such luck. I’m now making Teddy do push ups so he can help.

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