Um...why does my water taste like Tide?

The majority of our day was spent doing nothing, with nothing, on nothing while the movers packed our lives into a truck. And for the record, a truck that was almost too small to hold all of our junk. Had the movers actually packed EVERYTHING, it wouldn't have fit. But lucky for them they forgot a few things that are now shoved in my trunk disrupting the delicate balance that was our suitcases. I had such a great plan too- everything was placed in a way that was easily accessible and Dr. HokieKev's suitcase was ready to be opened in the car for random outfit grabbing instead of lugging the thing into each hotel should he want it that way. But I guess they say, even the best laid plans-, for a reason. I don't know the rest of this saying but I would imagine it would go along the lines of -get screwed by movers. Who knows?!?

Poor HokieKev almost jumped out of his skin with nothing to do all morning- no tv, no internet, no couch. All he had was brickbreak on his phone and a desk chair. I went on a quest across town to Cox cable to disconnect our services which the guy had no problem telling me I was not allowed to do. By this point I was also really hungry and all cableboy was doing was making me angry. Apparently since I was not on the account, they are afraid I was trying to sabotage Kevin by....OMG...disconnecting his cable!!! Seriously, what would he do without 4 MTVs none of which that actually play music. I think we were all a little happier when I returned from my quest with Panera- even though my frozen lemonade was a little less than frozen..

Once the movers were done, I headed off to get my nails done and procure some sort of external hard drive at Best Buy. Then I met the landlady to go over "damages" and basically tell her that she could schedule whatever cleaning services she needed too and deduct it from out deposit and that we just wanted to get out of there. A few bags of trash later and I was off to the gym. Exciting I know!

You see, the gym on Friday's is like entering the 8th level of hell. It is not very busy which means the floor instructors get bored and seek blood. I will not be able to move tomorrow but I guess that is ok since I will be spending most of the day in the car. So anyway, my lovely Nalgen bottle got packed so I had to settle for some regular old bottled water. Halfway through my workout, I went for some water and got a lovely whiff of Tide. Having not actually ingesting Tide, I imagine this is what it would taste like. Maybe it was just the smell but it was pretty gross. The lesson here is, never store your extra bottled water in the same cabinet as your laundry detergent. Luckily, this will no longer be a problem as our new apocalypto pantry is waiting for us in Utah.

Next Stop: Charleston, SC and yes, we know it is not on the way.

Who knew packing involved babysitting?

The movers came today. Most everything is in boxes now- it finally looks like we are moving tomorrow! And while I am SO glad I didn't have to pack all of our junk, I was surprised to learn that hiring movers involves babysitting. The head mover brought his 6 year old grandson to work today. Something I think is pretty common as the kid told me he goes to work almost everyday. I think this is pretty sad as he should have been playing rather than roaming around my house messing with stuff. Luckily, I found Kevin's long lost PSP and set the kid up with a video game. This got me a new BFF- the kid would not leave my side almost all day and whenever I tried to get up he would pull me down and literally try to sit in my lap. Talk about not knowing what personal space is. I like kids and all- but this was ridiculous- seriously up in my grill and I hadn't known him for more that an hour. Sheesh! So anyway, the kid is sort of playing the video games- he didn't really know what he was doing, and he couldn't read the directions- but was more than happy to think he was scoring touchdown after touchdown when it was really the computer. Ten minutes into playing, this is how the conversation went:

Me: So, are you getting better?
Kid: Yeah, I like this thing.
Me: Cool.
Kid: So, can I have it?
Me: I don't think so.
Kid: Why not?
Me: Because Dr. HokieKev will miss it.
Kid:Why?
Me:Because he got it for his birthday and really really likes it.
Kid: Why?
Me: Because he thinks the games are cool.
Kid: Why?
Me: Because the Sony people make the games so people will think they are cool.
Kid: Why?
Me: Because thats the way the universe wants it.

The kid didn't question the universe but we did have this same conversation about seven more times throughout the day. The movers are coming back tomorrow and hopefully bringing enough boxes to pack the several drawers full of things they "forgot" to pack today. Maybe they will also bring some sort of magic machine that has the ability to suck a billion packing peanuts off a garage floor. Seriously- who thought of packing peanuts? Bubble wrap is does the same thing and is SO much easier to pick up off the garage floor.

(And for those of you wondering- yes, I do refer to Kevin as Dr. Hokiekev in real life conversations!)

Underwear, Spacebags, and Rhode Island

The next time we move...hopefully in the VERY far off future...I am selling all our clothes and starting over. You see, a few days ago, I decided that I had a problem with skezzy mover men rifling through my underwear. Well, one thing turned into another and sooner or later all of Dr. HokieKev and my clothes ended up in spacebags. It really seemed like a good idea at the time until I realized that together we have enough clothes to outfit a small country- or at least the state of Rhode Island. By this afternoon all of my spacebags had, well, unspaced themselves. Apparently, they neglect to tell you that the seals on the bags only last through one cross country move. Oh well!

Hopefully, I can busy myself enough so that I do not follow the movers around watching their every move and labeling boxes behind them. Because if I was the movers and some chick did that to me I would get annoyed and break her stuff. We also have a TV cratemaker man and a carshipper guy making an appearance. I will be excited when Saturday is here and we finally leave because I am sick of Floridian ants and I am ready to have my own house that I can do whatever I want with. If you haven't seen the new house- or the mountains that come with it- check it out below.


So now I am sick packing the things, instead I am involuntarily sitting her listening to The Two Coreys on A&E feeling my brain cells die by the minute... does someone want to enlighten me as two why two washed up former Brat Packers are in family therapy together?