Saturday, February 27, 2010

I'm back... kind of...

Well. I certainly did not think I would stay away this long. The last time I moved was nearly 17 years ago. The kids were 4 and 1 and we owned a bed, a crib, kitchen stuff, and clothes. And toys. Lots of those.

I was all sassy, thinking with packing and sorting and getting rid of stuff over the last couple of months that I had paced myself.

Son a freaking bitch. I had no idea.

I do now know what the term bone tired really means. I have felt it for a week or two now.

We still have about 15 boxes unpacked. Since I am living without whatever is in them I am OK with that today.

I was going to try and finish unpacking this weekend, but got sidetracked by emergency sirens and phone calls.

Mesmerized all morning by the live news shot of Hilo Bay where the tsunami was going to hit first. It is a horrbile thing when one watches the tide moving in and out three times and wonders when the real deal is coming. Apparently I am the victim of too many action films.

But really very thankful that Hawaii is OK. My thoughts and prayers go out to the victims of the earthquake and is it just me or does it seem like there have been a lot of natural disasters this year?

I miss all my internet buds. It will take awhile to get around to everyone and I feel like I have been in a cave. Reading posts after being gone for awhile feels like walking into a movie half way in.

So I'm back. Or at least trying.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Hiatus

We moved.

Only to another part of the island.

But packing up a house that we had been in for 17 years....

A round of stomach flu days before the move (which I did not get, but instead got to pack while everyone else was puking).

Bittersweet meets pure exhaustion meets a sense of something new in the air.

So much blog fodder, not any time...

The Internet just got reinstalled. I will be around to visit in a few days. There's a garage full of boxes and a mother load of shit to do.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

That was fun. Not.

While I was busy packing, surrounded by pukers, I may have overdid it. A little.

I woke up at 12:30 AM with a throbbing migraine. The entire contents of the medicine cabinet are on the bedroom dresser. This is the fall out from packing, cleaning, and painting the bathroom.

Feeling my way to the Imitrex box, I popped one out, and swallowed it; hobbled downstairs and made an ice pack, then settled back on the bed and waited for the effects of the miracle migraine medicine to begin.

I fell asleep.

I woke at 2:30 AM, migraine banging away and my neck feeling like a bomb was going to explode out the side. PRESSURE. THROBBING PRESSURE.

Fuck. A mother of a migraine. A two Imitrex migraine.

The well worn routine was repeated.

Mother fucker. 5:30 AM and I'm praying to the porcelain. Is it the migraine or has the flu made it's way to me....

I debate whether to take another Imitrex. Insurance only allows me 9 pills a month. But the movers are coming at 8 AM on Wednesday and the schedule has no room for mom to take a day off over the weekend. I NEED to kick the evil pain out.

This time I happen to turn on a light.

As I go to pop out another Imitrex, I ALMOST mistake the Imodium Advanced anti diarrhea medicine for the Imitrex. Yikes. Close call.

I vague feeling sweeps over me and I look at each of the boxes. They are not lined up in the order they would have been in the medicine cabinet. I count the pills.

Son of a bitch. I was taking the Imodium all night instead of the Imitrex.

Nice.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Murphy Loves Me...

Five days to go before the movers get here. First my daughter, then my husband, last night Teen Boy... Yep. They all came down with a horrid 24 hour flu bug. Stomach flu.

I've been avoiding them and taking my vitamins - someone has to keep the ball rolling.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Boston I'm Coming Back Someday...

Another Travel Tip Thursday from the archives.... our family trip to the East Coast in 2007. We spent three days in Boston. Coincided with Father's Day, which we spent at Fenway Park.

Best time ever.


I've got a lot of packing and sorting and cleaning and painting to do before the move next Wednesday. So, as much as I'd like to regal you all with lovely details of how great it was for our family to go to a baseball game, I'm just going to leave you with this tip.


If you are ever in Boston, head out to Fenway Park.



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