I’m pretty sure it’s in the bible somewhere, “Store your treasures in heaven.” Last time I checked, our back closet was NOT heaven. At least all this moving and packing and purging is teaching me a very valuable lesson: “Go to Target and spend 154 dollars on NEW things!”

Damn the new Target just up the street with the Starbucks inside with all the pretty things.

We’ve just made the appointment to sign the papers. We’ve rented the uhaul. We have friends lined up to take LB. We’ve got boxes and boxes of stuff everywhere and we’re getting the keys to the new joint tonight.

And me? I will be without Internet for (you might want to sit for this) ONE WEEK. (Gasp.. faint.. spit.) I know I know. But, apparently, Verizon won’t ship the DSL router until five days AFTER your phone is turned on. *Sigh* I’ll write you pretty little posts in my head and when it comes and I am connected again, I’ll forget the whole lot of ‘em and stumble back online like a drunken sailor.

At least I hope so.

Smooch.

You know how when you were a kid and Christmas was ten days away you thought it would be FORHEVAH. And then, you know how you were in school and you couldn’t wait for Summer break? And remember how you’d watch the clock and look away and guess how long you’ve waited before you looked back? “It’s been… thirty minutes. No! Forty!” then you look up and it’s been, roughly, sixteen seconds?

That is SO NOT my life right now.

Hi, how are you? Fine? Swell. Same here. Is it possible to be bored to tears with a mile long to do list?

Look, I’m not going to complain about how insanely busy life is right now. Really! I’m not! But I will say that my iPod, my new studio 8, and my new Grey’s Anatomy Season One DVD are acting as fab distractions. The house is getting packed. We’re in boxes up to our asses and we’ve been neglecting all house chorse because “Hey, we don’t LIVE here anymore!” Silly girl. I still hate seeing shit stains in the toilet and thus MUST scrub at least something. Weeds be damned, though, I am NOT pulling weeds this weekend. Like hizhell.

Maybe it’s the sunshine. Maybe it’s the three coffees I had. Maybe it’s the nap the child is still taking or the work the mister is currently doing in the garage. I dunno. But someone light a fire under my ass because I could grab a margarita and sleep in the sun right now.

MmmmMMMM Margarita.

Today we begin packing. We have exactly one week to get all of our five years of marriage, thirty years of pack rats, and one baby plus two dogs in to our new house.

Minus the dogs.

Today LB was looking out the screen door at our three year old mutts. “Night night, doggie.” Sure enough, they were sleeping in the sun. I almost teared up thinking about sending them away. LB’s first word aside from mama and dadda was dog. She loves them. She loves to watch them and she says “bye bye” when we take them to the garage before we leave.

But you know the best part? Oma is taking one. So he’s gone but not lost forever.

Still, though, don’t you find that you notice the best parts about something just before it’s gone?

I do.

I think I’m a blogging sychzophrenic. No, I know I am. “I don’t want to blog now.” “I love blogging.” “I won’t read anyone’s blog because I am so swamped.” “I wanna read JUST ONE?” “Ok, give me my blogroll. No, don’t. Yes. Do. Fuuuuddgggeeeeee” (only I didn’t say fudge.)

Aren’t we all really busy? Aren’t all moving? Don’t we all have a million places to go? Aren’t we all lost in Seattle?

So, here’s a pic just for Erin, who posted a picture of her new hair (that I love, btw) and I had to take a picture of ME because I was wearing the same shirt today and have the same hair.

Care to join me in the unveling of yourself? Erin started a microcosm. “The Girl behind the blog.” Luff it.

More March Birthdays! How many of you are March babies? Dude. If I have my way, CoffeeBean (Bean#2 of the flinger house) will be born in March 07. March babies rock the hizhouse.

A little run down (PLEASE TELL ME If I miss you here, because honestly? I forgot my MOMS birthday. Frickin’ Twice. I’m not kidding. (birthdays are not my forte) (Have you noticed that without those little symbols latte looks like mispelled late and forte looks like fort? e? ok.. sorry.. this is obviously why I forget birthdays. I can’t even remember to close the parantesis and stop talking about random aschii tid bits. And is it just me but tid bits said fast sounds like tits?)

So, lemme see if I get this right:

Today is Christine’s birthday! who is celebrating in Houston, of all things. I’d totally hook up for a big bad martini if I was there right now. Tell all the cement hi for me!

Erica has a birthday on Tuesday.

Paige’s birthday is on the 24th.

Erin‘s birthday is Thursday. (Ben turns TWO this month!)

Eli is a march baby.

Jack turned two.

Mo has a birthday the 29th.

Big Monkey Of magnoliamom turned 2 on the 7th.

Sarah’s boy turned on on the 8th.

Connor  turns 2 on the 24th.

Bree‘s birthday is Saturday.

Ok. who’d I forget?  Hell, this can almost be a Thursday Thirteen!

To quote Frosty the Snowman, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

I just IMed myself.

And then IMed back.

Oh Mah Gah.

I’ve been playing with the identites in yahoo and I realized I can combine all FOUR of my stupid identities. So, if you see me adding you here and deleting you there, that’s why. I’m trying to get everyone in one of two locations. Sad thing is, to test these IDs, I sent a few IMs to myself. Man, I’m witty on IM, if you ask myself. Which I did.

And then I took a screenshot.

Someone get me outdoors. Stat.

P.S. You, too, can be your own best IM friend! Just sign up with multiple IDs for each personality and sign in to yahoo messenger on your computer (the application install) and then log in to meebo with your other id.

See? Friday night fun for everyone!

P.P.S. DAMNIT! I told you to get me outside!

.. when there is mak-up cleaning!! Before I got the shits, Mr. Flinger and I made up. We didn’t have make-up sex (I don’t think we ever have, really), but instead, he cleaned the kitchen (orgasmic right there) and I went and got some work done at borders (free time alone? A chocolate chip cookie? Coffee? ALONE? MMmmmMMMMMMmmm).

Like I said, who needs make-up sex?

You didn’t drink ANY coffee today because just the thought makes you dry heave.

You didn’t dress or do your hair and people came over. And you didn’t care.

You made your husband get you a big silver bowl to sleep with.

You’re drinking gingerale.

You puked changing your child’s diaper.

You are going to bed at 7pm.

Wow. I started the third post for the day and thought.. “Self, perhaps I’ll just combine them all and post one big ol’ random post of things on my brain, since I can’t even seem to focus long enough to wash all the parts of my body thouroughly.”

And with that little conversation I didn’t need to say out loud, here ya go.