In the Cardboard Castle

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I live in a cardboard castle.
All sandy brown walls.
Filled with little trinkets and winding narrow halls.
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Ugh, all that's left is the kitchen and finishing up the office/computer room. Towers of boxes line every corner. We even ran out of boxes so I have to go raid the grocers in the area for some more. I'm tires of tape, the smell of sharpie, and carboard cuts (because I have all the grace of a newborn giraffe).

Sony and Paladin are due to arrive tonight. Tomorrow night is the last time I can get together with my 2 beautiful ladies. Cait! Manda! I'm going to miss you guys!!!
Mannnn... now I'm going to get all sad.
I've been trying to stay positive. Moving just means new sights, more adventures, different and amazing people and things to discover. I have the Dirty Girl to look forward to. And no household chores for at least a week after the deep cleaning of the apartment is done.

And maybe, just maybe, when I find the rhythem of my new sphere I'll get back to joining in the madness with my fellow Bloggers.
Honestly though I have a bad feeling about this move. I pray that it's a false alarm and this move turns out to be super positive and good for us. *knock on wood*



Side note:
I don't know about the rest of you... but I'm not liking the new Blogger interface.
It feels like Windows 3.5... and the first few versions of the internet in the early 90's... bleh.

The Gypsy Wife moves again!

Since I've been married I've lived in 5 states, 3 houses, and 3 extended stay hotels... did I mention that I've only been married for nearly 2 years?
The time has come again to move back to South Carolina. All this week until Sunday Jex and I will be breathing fire at our copious amount of stuff or each other while we get everything ready for the move. I probably won't have internet, but by batman's pointed helmet I'm going to do my best to keep tally of the not-so-funny-at-the-time stuff that will make me laugh later.
Sunday is driving day. Monday is fill the apartment with boxes day! I've already been promised awesomeness if I can get everything unpacked and in a logical 'home' within a week of filling the place with boxes.
Think I can do it? *shifty eyes*
Ja ne! At least until I can get the internet hooked up in our new home.

home again?

Jex and I are back in Georgia.
Back to driving 53 miles every week to spend time with one of my pair of in-laws. Returning to the Nerd Kingdom established during my husband's high school years after a long 5 month absence. *sigh*

Only it feels more like the Twilight Zone than Home.
First: the porch of my mother in-law and Tony's home is clean. Poor Chloe dog had surgery on her snout after an accident with a buried electric line. The kittens are no longer kittens. My brother in law has a girlfriend!

Second: Adam, the king of Nerd Kingdom, is now dating and has moved in with Carrie, the mama hen/queen of Nerd Kingdom. Neither Jex nor I saw that coming. Matt, the Keeper of Tales, is engaged to Sara(h), the Knight Errant. And Joel, once an outsider to the Nerd Kingdom is now a full fledged member (though I'm still fuzzy on what his title should be).

Third: Jo cut her hair.

Luckily for me my father in-law will probably never change. His hairline will forever be receding, he will probably be crass till he dies, and just over one side of surly with a dash of corny male humor.

This week we're in the spare room of my Father-in-law's. My husband has helped me split my black magic deck (no I'm not a witch/wiccan, it's a card game) into two decks. We've played some games, watched Tangled! (ah! I love it!) And gone on two walks around the nice wooded area around where my father in law lives near lake Lanier. Some how in that time I tweaked a back muscle so bad I've been whining involuntarily all day.
My loving husband gave me a massage earlier so I could get some food down (when I'm in pain, emotional or physical I don't eat) and maybe he'll be sweet enough to give me another one before bed. *fingers crossed* If he doesn't I think I'm going to lay on the cute really thick till he crumbles into a pile of heart shaped confetti.