"Surviving is important... Thriving is elegant." -Maya Angelou
I am surviving...although I don't know if I am thriving or not, perhaps this is something I should work But then the thought occurs to me that there is not one elegant part of me within this whole body. Elegant. Ummm. I am a Mom of boys, is it even possible to be elegant around my house...I don't think so! Definitely a word that most friends would NOT use to descibe me either.
Currently, I am moving out! My job is, anyway. So I get the indescribable joy of boxing up things that of which I do not own myself, and move them into my garage, cuz somehow it was leaked that BossMan was considering a move to another company, so he was told to move out NOW, rather than mid July, when he was planning on this move. I believe BossMan himself leaked this highly secretive information to someone who talked to managing broker, that I could bet my life on. Anyway, BossMan is vacationing in Vail this week, and I got a call on Sunday afternoon to ask/tell me to start moving him out. Umpphh. I can't pick up heavy things. I am still reeling from helping C get our old TV into the pick-up truck on Saturday*. That little word...helped...caused my pancreas some big time problems over the weekend, and I still don't feel good, the knife is a turnin' and I am still puking. With that said, I have to get him moved out and our new office at new real estate company will not be ready until mid July. Translation?? I get to move him twice!! Oh Joy of my Joy!!! and now our office meetings will be held in the grass between our two driveways (yes, if you read back, my boss is also my neighbor and goes to my church)...but more likely in my house over the next 6 weeks. I won't even go into why I think that is a bad idea. The positive in all of this? (I am thinking, I am thinking.... )At least I will be at home for the most part, even when I am working...I can keep an eye on the boys better while they come and go from swim team practice. I can embarrass my kids and walk down there to watch them practice, that will make their day!! Oh, and for now, I still have a job (which is a positive, always!)
*Our big, (pain in the tookus, 'given-to-us,so we couldn't turn it down' eyesore, honkin' huge, never could get it to focus really well...) 60" rear projection TV screen quit. Screen went blank and was preceeded with a high pitched constant squeal...and thus we loaded it up and took it to the ARC Thrift store. ( I NEVER liked that TV, just felt obligated since it was offered to us) And now I have a much LARGER LIVING ROOM!! And, incidentially, if you see a 60" rear projection TV at the ARC...you have been warned in kind...it probably doesn't work, and it isn't worth it. Even if it is free. REALLY. (We did tell the ARC that the projection part of the TV may need some help)