1 - renting a truck just for the “big stuff” doesn’t mean you won’t spend several days driving back and forth moving the rest of your stuff. At least when you have a lot of stuff - we had enough computer-related stuff to fill hubby’s van twice, for instance. We could have done it a little faster, but w/the traffic route we had to take, more than two trips per day was hard to manage when trying to avoid the 3-4 hour long rush hour periods.
2 - almost all our furniture/stuff has to do with computers or other electronic entertainment. And books.
3 - my husband has more “stuff” than I do. Srlsly. And they say women are packrats. Hah.
4 - never try to take in an eight foot tall metal shelving unit through a 6-7 foot tall hall doorway. There isn’t enough room to tilt it (to get it under the doorway) and then turn it (to get it around the hallway corner).
5 - when your hands and forearms rarely do anything more than type at a keyboard or chop meat for dinner, intense moving/housecleaning for a week equals swollen hands/joints and fingers. I could barely make a fist or open a soda for a few days. My back/legs/heart were all fine, btw…but my hands ended up with a bad case of “moving-week arthritis” … or something.

So … yeah. We’re completely out of the old house, but of course we’re not entirely unpacked at the new house yet. We had the internet cable installed on Friday, but I’m only now logging in to everything. Hubby’s office room is a complete mess as he tries to figure out where he wants his racks of servers etc. and I’m trying to figure out how to store everything in the kitchen/house.

I felt a little pang of sadness Sat. morning when we went down to the old house one last time to clear out some leftover garbage. The new place is now “home” but it doesn’t quite feel that way yet. It hasn’t quite all sunk in yet - we haven’t had time for that. Moving, shopping for the new place (the bathroom needs some work) etc, crash into bed, wake up, repeat. We still don’t have a phone here either. That’s a bit of a “I hate company phone operators” story…hopefully next week we’ll get that in.

Oh - our cat was pretty freaked out as we were moving, especially since I left him at the largely empty old place while we slept at/unpacked at the new place for a couple days before actually bringing him up here. It took him a few days, but all in all the old fuzzy fart has adjusted ok. He really wanted a lot of attention at first, as if making sure we were really “there” and not going to abandon him in some empty house. :)

We’re exhausted.

With two cats in the yard,
Life used to be so hard,
Now everything is easy ’cause of you.

… our loan approval came back and we’re “in”. Hence the quotation from the Crosby, Stills & Nash classic tune. Of course, in our case, it would be “With one cat in the yard” - “Life just became real hard” - “Now nothing will be easy ’cause of bills.” But other than that, the song fits perfectly!

Yeah … like so many others before us … we now own a piece of the so-called American Dream, and maybe one day we won’t be broke because of it.

… albeit a short one. I wanted to briefly comment on couple things - not because it’s exciting or interesting, but because I can, and you the audience can’t do a thing to stop me! *cue evil laughter*

1 - If you don’t like spam-bots trying to add comment-spam to your blog entries, apparently you must not use the words flip and real estate in the same entry. For instance, now that I’ve used them in this post, I should get a bunch of bots trying to add their link-spam comments to this entry. Lucky for me, I foil such attempts with comment-moderation. Take that.

2 - We have bought a house. At least, that’s the theory. Could always fall apart in escrow somewhere. See how positive and optimistic I am? Seriously, I think it’s finally all over. Except for the packing part. I hate packing. Best of all, we managed to buy something in a fairly decent neighborhood. The house is smaller than the one we’ve been renting/living in for the past … uh … 14? years, but it does have 3 separate bedrooms. We’ll be all right. We’ll be very poor for a while, but all right.

It used to bug me when I saw people using “its” when they should have been using “it’s”, and vice versa. I find, however, that the older I become and the less writing I do - and the more any writing is typed during severe mental “auto-pilot” - the more I myself tend to mix them up.

It’s not because I don’t know the difference between the usage - it’s because I’m not thinking. My fingers have no actual brain, see, so on auto-pilot my fingers seem to go on the assumption that since the first time I typed a word I used an apostrophe, that means every time I write that same word, it should have an apostrophe. Mental auto-pilot causes more typing/grammar/spelling errors than anything else.

That, and the whole internet “LOL” culture.

“LOL, U UZED ITS. U IDIOT”