Kristin vs. The Boxes, Day Whatever

Folks who move a lot often tell or are told the following joke:

"Opening boxes is great! It's like Christmas" Good-natured laughter usually follows.

Well, I'm writing tonight to tell you it is not like Christmas. Christmas is a lovely, relatively short period of time when people are given gifts that are either small enough to be carried or large enough to be so totally awesome (Pony!) that it doesn't matter. Christmas has cookies. Christmas has cheerful wrapping paper to induce holiday cheer. Christmas has the possibility of shiny new gift cards.

Opening moving boxes has none of this.

First, unpacking takes all of eternity. Kristin! You exaggerate! Yes and quite often but possibly not this time. Many people have told me of unopened boxes moved from garage to garage. You, kind reader, might have a few yourself. (If not, can I send you some?) Moving boxes also tend to be heavy, dusty, a blandish brown with brown tape, are gift cardless and never contain any cookies that you really would want to eat.

PLUS if these boxes have been in storage for a year they could be filled with things that you completely forgot you had/don't need anymore/replaced last month or are soooooooo yucky that you wonder why you even let it in the house. I'm looking at you mis-matched Americana Christmas fingertip towels from 1999.

I kvetch (love that word) but things are getting better. The apartment is at the glorious point where we could "live" with the chaos. I wouldn't want to let anyone see it but we could "live" with it. Big progress considering two weeks ago the apartment looked like this:

Bedroom with sleeping dog
Kitchen with plotting cat
Office with leaning tower of boxes
and Spare Bathroom, or as I told the movers,"The Book Box Bathroom"

So you will just have to trust me that everything is 100 times better and looks 1000 times worse because things are out of the boxes and I'm finding places for it all. Much of it going to the Salvation Army across the street or Catholic church up the road. (Crossing my fingers for the return of indulgences!)

It's nice actually. We can see things coming together. We can sit on our couch and sleep on our bed. We also find little jokes left by movers. The box in the upper right of this photo for example.
Yulp, that says, "Sweaters and Garden Hose" Odds are we aren't going to be wearing those sweaters. All's well. Come visit anytime and take things home with you. (Dog and cat not included in offer.) (Husband negotiable.)

Never mind

I lost to the school teacher who I probably would have voted for too. School teachers are awesome! It's thanks to them that I can rite so good. : )

Lance is a big jerk btw. When I told him about the results he did the whole L on his forehead thing, started chanting "Loser! Loser!" and marching around the apartment.

So for the rest of the evening he will be shunned. Not that he will notice as he is playing video games. I actually hope he loses. Then he would be the big loser. I hope he loses the biggest game in the whole gaming system because then he would be the biggest loser of all loserdom. I hope he comes close to winning, then the battery dies in his controller device and he isn't able to change it in time and loses so bad that the game doesn't even play right anymore.
That would be cool.

Back to the boxes.

Please vote for me so I can see Wait Wait Don't Tell Me at Carnegie Hall!

Hi Everyone,

Lance is fine.
Bogie is fine.
Delphi is fine and don't she know it.
I am fine and hoping you will vote for me in a little contest Paula Poundstone is running tonight on Twitter.

Long story short: There's this really funny show on NPR called "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me!" It is hilarious and I've listened for years. One of the regulars is the very clever Paula Poundstone. She also posts on Twitter which I joined just so I could read her posts and the posts of other funny people like her. (Note: Will Wheaton is such a cool guy!) (2nd Note: I will never ever post anything on Twitter so please don't "follow" me as it will be like people are staring at me and I will become nervous and throw up a little and faint.)

But I really love Wait, Wait so when Paula announced a contest I entered and next thing I know I'm a finalist. o..... m..... (squeak).... g!

So I come to you tonight asking for your vote.

Please.

Or you can vote for the mother of twins or the grade school teacher because I would vote for either of them if I were a nicer person.

But I'm not.

Please vote for me anyway.

Here's how:
You join twitter then go to Paula Poundstone's page which is here:

Click on the gear looking thing below her name and do the "@ mention Paula Poundstone" option. It will automatically return you to your twitter page and after the automatic "@PaulaPoundstone" say you want to vote for #3. Again, I'm kinda pulling for the mom of twins or the grade school teacher but it's worth a shot.

Thanks. : )
Kristin

Kristin vs. The Boxes, Day 3

I suspect the boxes are reproducing when I turn my back but can't prove it. Boggie was going to keep an eye on them but disappeared several hours ago. I'll radio for help if I can't find him by sundown.

Kristin vs. The Boxes, Day 2

It's time for a neurosis update!
Kristin now trembles in fear when faced with boxes labeled:
Misc, Garage
and
Knick Knacks, Spare BR
...and frankly you would too at this point.

Kristin vs. The Boxes, Day 1

You know what would make this apartment really perfect? An attached two car garage with shelves.

Just an idea.

Psst!

Don't tell anybody but we just got internet in the apartment! Just our little secret.