Life in 3D

Stupid moves

Have you ever done something so dumb that you had to tell everyone about it?  Yep, I just realized I did that.

See, when I set up this site I also set up an email for it and then had everything for the site tied to the email. Then (because having email is even better when you can read it) I set up the account in Outlook and thought everything was peachy. Boy was I wrong. I started wondering why I hadn’t received any of my emails about the site and went onto my web mail to check. Sure enough, emails galore. Now since I had emails on the web mail side, when I checked Outlook they should have dropped down and they didn’t so I went to Outlook and discovered that I  had misspelled my own email.  

I’ll blame it on the fact that it was all new and I wasn’t used to it yet. Yea, that’s it, I was new… and, and drunk… yea.

A disturbance in the force

Maybe it’s something about being a conservative that the liberals can sense but I was standing in the grocery store the other day getting the essentials, since our apartment is still pretty much bare when it comes to things like food and drink, and the guy in front of me kept looking at me. Now, I don’t mean that he stood over there and I stood over here and we just looked at each other and went about our way, oh no, nothing like that at all. I get in line behind him and he does that half turn to see who’s behind him and when he sees me he turns forward again real quick like I had threatened him or something. 

He was the standard issue hippie too, tie-dyed shirt, jeans with holes in the knees, and Birkenstock sandals. I think he was buying some organic crap or something. I didn’t care; I had my milk, bread, and some stuff for dinner so I ignored him. But then he keeps glancing back at me and each time the look gets more and more hostile.

All I can think is that he sensed that I was a conservative through some mystic connection to his karma or something because I was wearing a plain shirt, jeans and sneakers. I didn’t even have my Fred Thompson shirt on that says “Secure the borders; Kill the terrorists; punch the hippies” 

So he glares at me ‘mad dog’ style as he’s walking out of the store which I figure was the safest thing for him to do because he was so skinny and frail looking that I think I could used him for barbell curls. But then, as I leave the store, some other long hair hippie type starts glaring at me too like I’m carrying an assault rifle and randomly shooting people.

I’ll tell you, I guess a short haircut around the Woodstock wannabes must just set them off or something because they were just freaky. So I went and got a haircut, I was due for one anyway.

Moving- Part 1

Field Marshal Helmuth von Moltke said, “No operation plan extends with any certainty beyond the first encounter with the main body of the enemy”

Ours didn’t even make it that far.

It started with getting the rental trailer to haul our stuff out here. I won’t name the company, but they are very well known in the self moving business and they have a ‘U’ at the begining of their name. We arrived on time on a Sunday to get the trailer only to be told that our vehicle wasn’t rated to haul their trailer which required a Class 3 hitch.

Well, we had a Class 3 hitch and our SUV was rated for Class 3 towing but they wouldn’t budge because “If your transmission is ruined we would be liable for it and we don’t want that”. So we had to get a truck and car hauler – exit an extra $2,000 from our pockets – good thing I have very wonderful parents who were able to help us out., but we have to pick it up the next day so now we are a day behind.

We then spent the next three days loading stuff onto the truck and I must say that I am truly amazed at how much STUFF my wife was able to pack into her studio. It was like a clown car at a circus – every time I would turn around there were more canvases coming out. Not small canvases either, some of them were 70″ x 30″, plus easels, drop cloths, storage bins – there was a lot of stuff.

I can’t complain about it though, my kitchen was just as bad in it’s own way. Lots of Kitchenaid toys, knives, cutting boards and all the other stuff, but I was still the one who had to carry it all down three flights of stairs and load it all up (she was the one putting it all in boxes). In the end though since we had more room in a truck than we would have had with a trailer we ended up taking more stuff which took us longer to load and by the time I was done I must have gone up and down the stairs a couple of hundred times.

Have I mentioned that I hate humidity? I must have sweat off at least 5 pounds in the heat and humidity and because of all that, we ended up leaving two days later than we had wanted to. We ended up hitting the road on a Wednesday about 10:00 in the morning because i couldn’t get up at 6:00 am like I had wanted to – I was worn out, sue me.

So, we headed out of Ohio in a truck that we really hadn’t wanted, carrying more stuff than we wanted, and having spent more money than we wanted. It kind of went downhill after that and I’ll go into that later.

Oh, and the truck we rented had the words “Comfort Ride” on the side – what a load of crap. I’ve ridden sway backed mares that were more comfortable and quieter than that stupid truck we rented.

I think next time I may pay someone to do it all.