Archive for April, 2010

Mom and Dad are coming in tonight through Sunday to help Paul and I pack. I’m so thankful for the extra hands, as the air conditioning in my car went out yesterday (or at some point between when Paul got the flat tire fixed and yesterday) and I have an appointment at Saturn tomorrow.

I have 17 articles to edit this afternoon — preferably before my parents get here.

Tonight, I’ll pack up my tea (I think I’m going to toss my tea shelf and buy a new one when I get to Memphis. The movers can’t guarantee it’s going to make it in one piece.) I have one ‘specially special canister of tea from Charleston Tea Plantation, the only tea plantation in America:

Paul and I drove to Wadmalaw Island in May 2008 while scouting Chas for the first time. The two of us and Mattie went back to Wadmalaw that August for a wine tasting.

The plantation doesn’t sell whole-leaf tea — just cut leaves (sold loose) and fannings in tea bags. That makes me sad. I’m not one of those “Shop America!” people (you know, how Wal-Mart used to be), but I hate that I have to order Chinese, Japanese and Taiwanese tea to get a great cuppa.

Still, living near the only tea plantation in the U.S. has been pretty cool.

23,000 songs, 1,800 albums: I choose you, Tallahassee by The Mountain Goats!

The alternative (and probably better choice) was ambient editing music.

So, I went to my psych’s office today to pick up some “I’m-about-to-move-please-help” prescriptions. Six of them. It was the first time in six and a half weeks that I’d gone somewhere. And that meant makeup. And that meant red lipstick:

Look. I have red lipstick. It's no more inherently funny than tapeworms.

I look silly! And that’s fine with me. Girl’s going a little stir-crazy here.

By the way, that’s Kat Von D Painted Love in Misfit. I seem to collect Kat Von D makeup, which is only available at Sephora, which means I can only get it in Memphis (or Jacksonville, if I’m headed down that way).

So what’s the verdict: Does red lipstick really make a woman look/feel more confident (not me, just in general)? I want the guys to pipe up on this one, as well.

In case you haven’t heard, we’re moving! Specifically, we head out a week from tomorrow. So it’s about darn time we decide where we’re going to move our furniture within our new place.

Before we came to Chas a couple of years ago, we measured all our furniture and made a graph-paper model of the rooms and furniture. Then we pushed everything around, occasionally making “vrooooom!” noises when we put the vanity into the corner of the master bedroom. (Woo hoo!)

Yes, I know I could make a 3-D model with The Sims. But I’m old-school. I own an iPod Classic.

The other day, we hit three roadblocks: We didn’t have graph paper (Paul bought some today); we couldn’t find the spreadsheet with the furniture sizes (I found it; Paul had named it moving sale pam and mike sheet two has furniture sizes.xls); and we didn’t have a ruler or small tape measure. Then I remembered Tickles!!

Tapeworms are not inherently funny.

Tickles was tucked away in the closet with all my Parasite Pals stuff. In case you’re not familiar, Holly Hostess is home to Dig Dig the Head Louse, Blinky the Eyelash Mite, Zzeezz the Bedbug and Tickles the Tapeworm.

I have a lot of Parasite Pals stuff: the notepads with stickers, the eraser sets (very cool — the parasite erasers “pop” out of Holly Hostess) and the Tickles Tapeworm bag with the tape measure and “sticking tape.” [Edit: I forgot about the Tickles the Tapeworm lunch box! That always gets some great looks. ]

So, yeah, Tickles is going to get us home and set up in our new place. Paul will already be out of town again (meetings … they never end …), but as long as I’ve got old-school graph paper models with tiny movable pieces of furniture, I think I can handle directing the movers what goes where and how and all that stuff.

Presenting the amazing one-shouldered, no-arm, floating-head girl!

Shoulders? What shoulders?

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