Pack mule and Ms.Bubbles should be my title

I finally got the key and started the long process of moving boxes, emptying a storage shed and then unloading all of them. Next came organizing the boxes into rooms, then sorting through the boxes and putting stuff in piles and then cleaning up the piles! For the first time in a decade I think I finally have all of my stuff in one location and not packed away somewhere. I have a lot of duplicate junk, mostly bottles upon bottles of lotion and other bathroom stuff. I have claimed about 1/2 of the bathroom to the from the dark side ie dirty. I am still working on the other parts of the house. My kitchen is, well small. I put up my trusty blue brick and board shelves that have been everywhere from my Agnes basement to the fire station to the shelves in my storage shed! They work great for now seeing as all I have are a few dishes and glasses to squeeze in next to the one box of cereal and package of noodles. My frig on the other hand has lots of room as I only have mustard and ketchup in it! Shopping is on the long list of things to do in the coming weekend. My next big project is going to be finding a renter for the upstairs......

My new title is Homeowner

I closed on my new house yesterday April 11, 2007. The owner's live out of state so I won't be able to take posscession until Friday the 13th. I have a lot of things to pack and move. I had the power and water transfered to my name today a whole new experiance. The water lady tricked me into telling her how many bathrooms and bedrooms are in the house and that increased my flat rate 15 bucks a month, I was not thrilled and they charge 50 bucks a month just so I can water my tiny yard. So many little things I just don't know about at a firtst time home buyer. My mortage guy gave me a key chain for my new house key which has room for two pictures in the inside. Just for giggles I think I will put him on one side and my realator on the other, they were wonderful to work with and I grateful to both of them for helping me make into my first home.

just a golden ordinary rainy day

Well I unceremoniously came to be 27 at 11:04pm in the quite somber of my sleep in someone Else's house. It turned out to be a day not so unlike any other normal day save the flowers and balloons that illuminated my dark "box" at the hospital. I got off early and returned to my house sitting job to take care of dogs who chewed everything and tried to lick me, one of my biggest pet peeves. I did manage to see my family and watch a video and eat off the good china. The movie was a fantasy of people finding each other in forever bliss and love. Yeah not exactly a pick me up for the still single at twenty-seven year old with no prospects on the horizon, not even one to dream about in the stranger's empty four level echoing house. The overwhelming blackness pushed further the next day when the aunt who didn't even call proclaimed "you didn't even do anything did you....." while we waited for Grandpa to come out of surgery. The highlight of my "Golden Birthday" was the brief phone calls/messages and emails from Trav, Jen and Heather (2 of whom are out of the country and the other in another state). The following days compounded the darkness by long annoying days at work and returning to an empty house save licking dogs and a cold drizzle to walk them in. Will the sun ever shine in my 27th year of living?