LInda's stuff arrived

So I woke up at about 5:15AM craving that damn Crystal Light fruit punch.  Off I go in my birthday suit downstairs to take a swig.  Go back upstairs and check my phone, not sure where I left off with the texts and DD.  11:18 last night the moving company driver texts me and tells me he'll meet me at 8:00AM.  Great.  Then it hits me - I had planned on going into work so the key to the padlock is at work on the key ring to the Yukon we keep there.  Hello 50 mile round trip at 5:30AM.

Get back, shower and head off to the units and then to Del Taco where Murad the driver is.  He's funny, smart, been in the US 15 years and speaks better than most natural Americans.  He was born in Jerusalem and is proud of it.  Shows me pictures of his family and I of course share my story of Linda and why he is here today.  I drive him back to the storage units and all hell breaks loose.

His truck is too long to make the turns - per the storage company.  Murad says he can do it - but they say no dice.  They say go thru the gate 100 yards west - he says no it's on gravel/dirt and he will get stuck.  Testosterone is flying and I'm in the middle with a weak vajayjay.

Murad and I take off for UHaul to rent a truck to transfer all the stuff to then again move into the unit.  He also then informs me it's an extra $500 for the wait time, drive time, workers etc.  At a point down the road a certain someone will make me feel completely stupid and ridiculous for paying it.  Understand I don't have it in me to fight on any front.

We get it loaded.  I've run to Del Taco and fed them 3 of everything they wanted and drinks.  DD and Robbie have arrived because the UHaul truck now has a dead battery and they will save the day.  I think.  We return the truck, go to Five Guys for a burger not on my diet.  They go home, I go to look at things and there's so much I don't know where to begin so I give up and go home.  DD is attempting to put together the Bowflex Treadclimber I've brought home from the movers and is using, hmmmm, colorful language during the process.  Terms like - this fucking piece of shit belongs in the trash.  Ok, so Linda paid $2000+, never used it and I'm confused.  Apparently the movers took it apart in a manner it should have never been taken apart in.  I finally say - It's an expensive piece of equipment - please stop.  I can hire someone to do this.  The cursing stops but the picture taking begins and I call the moving company to file a complaint.  I love feeling stressed out about this and that I'm a complete idiot apparently.

I've been hoping to find the box with the Bossen Head ceramic collection and all the beads an stones I packed.  Funny thing about that.  I got a letter from the Post Office 4 months ago with a label from a box I shipped.  Perfectly cut off the box and supposedly missing in action.  I've now concluded that box is the one with what I wanted.  It's only sad because those ceramic heads were my dads who died in '88.  The beads are expensive and some rat bastard decided they need them more than me.  Have at it and karma is a bitch.

Gave up on the work day, used yet another sick day for Linda and tried to take a nap. Got a call from the jeweler that my bracelet was fixed, diamond stud earrings adjusted with shorter posts and new screwbacks and paid another $100.  Got home - did my thing and cooked up 1 pound of bacon for DD, make him a BLT for dinner on the go - Omelet with bacon, tomato and cheese and crystal light fruit punch.  Packed for our weekend cruise - painted the edge lines in the kids bathroom and our bathroom (I'm re-doing) and ate a snack.

Snack. . . . Took Maree's recommendation for the Fresh Diet and I've never been sorrier or wasted more money.  Too many details but my snack tonight was steamed broccoli with carmelized pears.  Never found the pears, it had 2 big onions and was spicy hot so that I finally threw it away.  Oh dear.

Packed for the cruise.  On my second glass of awesome water and looking forward to getting away tomorrow after work to Ensenada.  I'm buying tequila for Tony - my awesome friend at work - maybe some things for the house in Havasu and some quality time with my guy.

DD is funny.  I need to remember sleep deprivation is an awful thing.  I tend to go to that place of "what did I do wrong now" which is not his fault but the way I lived for a very long time before I met him.  Then I realize he's tired.  Who wouldn't be.  How do you work 3-4 days a week 6PM to 6AM and then try to be regular hours on the weekend.  He snaps, doesn't say things in the way he normally would and totally over reacts.  But then I always get a kiss goodbye, coffee in the morning and an admiring glance as well as his trust in the fact that I will always be here waiting for him.  It's been two years now and it feels like last week. 

Good night and off I go tomorrow with more adventures.  I'll save it for my return from Mexico - wait for it!

Homework ----- Make someone a special meal.  Tonight I made DD a BLT on a multigrain round and an omelette to go in foil.  The point is, and so many of you get this, make someone feel special.  If you are alone - send them a random $5 Starbucks card or something different.  My sister Maree loves to tell the story of how I randomly pay for the car behind me in the drive thru line.  I don't give to church anymore - I give to real people and humanity.  Go for it!