well, the packing is about half way done. the actual physical moving has just begun. one trailer is almost filled. the water and electricity should be hooked up right about now. of course today of all days the phone decide to go on the fritz. it does not seem to understand how much we could use a phone today to coodinate this project, *the great move of 2009*
but i know all will be well.

i am moving. and i have spent the last few weeks packing and cleaning

and getting ready. hardest thing ever. i am so far behind. friends have suggested that i will be running around crying and throwing things into a giant garbage bag right as the movers (okay not movers, per se, but friends who are kind and wonderful.) pull up to load our stuff.

actually that will be ian. i will be rocking on back and forth on the couch saying "omg. omg. omg. omg. omg. i dont know what to do." my mom? she'll be hiding under the covers ignoring everything.

i've been decluttering the last 3 years. really. 3 long years. i inherited a housefull of stuff from roommates, then i just stupidly moved said stuff into my parents house. lemme tell you if your parents or partner or whoever saved everything known to amn for the coming revolution start getting rid of it now. one box. one bag. one item at a time. take my word for this. because if you do it you hosue can look like this*

spent the day on the will heal farm with great friends and family

and it was EXACTLY what we needed. it just feels good to be out in the country. to stare at the stars and smell the yarrow. it was fantastic. incredible food including pork, salad, black bean and corn salsa, chips, garlic bread, sparkling juice drinks and incredible berry crumble. with rice dream and ice cream. yummers! the kids rode their bikes to the lake and swam, the adults sat and chatted. it was so good to sit with people with whom i have tons in common, i didnt have to explain things too. it jsut felt good, ya know?

tomorrow i start packing. tuesday we leave town for texas. the little border town my dad lives in will be the great vacation of the season. airlines! here i come, treat me nice kay?

moving. and moving.

well, almost all my books are packed. and going into storage at the new house. NOT because there isn't room but because we can take out one box at a time and put them anyway after we get the bookshelves put up. without boxes of books laying around.

i have all my winter clothing packed as well. and most of my in season clothing. i have just enough out to function for the next month. all my c.d.'s are packed which was a huge ordeal given i did a radio station for while and have a monster collection. the only ones i left out were then ten in the car.

today i finish off the one shelf of books i haven't packed yet.

in packing for the great move of 2010 i have realized how much stuff i own. and really i have gotten given away literally two hoses worth of stuff in the last two years. somehow though its getting closer. getting better. getting less.

birthday bash

well, today i am just worn clean out. kidlet was invited to a birthday party and the local ginormous water park. packed full of fun with pizza and cake. he won a huge pile of game tickets and bought some kid of guy. then the birthday child came over here to spend the night. i connected sooo much with birthday childs mom i am kinda surprised. she is a fabulous lady. we have tons in common, and not just the usual ohhh you have a kid too stuff but like "oh really?! your crazy too?" plus she is a big ol lezzie. which means, and i told her this, that i am less of a freak at the kids' school. i gotta say that makes me happy. usually i am the weirdest one. not this time. of course the fundie christians who make up about half the schools population just deny deny deny she is lez. they just think ohhh what a nice roommate you have. teehee. the water park reeked of chlorine. i cannot believe anyone uses that on their clothing. the stank is unreal.

things are good. still broke. still have more animals then (i do believe) is legally allowed. and still waiting for the bank to get their collective heads out of their collective asses about getting the new house.

first yard sale day of the season

and was it beautiful. the perfect day for yard sale-ing. not too windy or hot. or cold. sunny and a whole group of sales in one hood. fantastic.

best of all i got some stuff i actually needed, as opposed to previous years when i got STUFF for STUFF'S sake. instead i was very careful, spent very little money and really scored.

i got a blender, mine is making this very very loud crunching, grinding noise when i use it. and it is starting to spew black bits out the bottom. i think its dying. so today i found a new to me blender 3.00 dollars with a glass base. old style. it remind me of my gramma's kitchen which had the unfortunate color choices of avocado green and orange with yellow. very very ugly. the blender how ever is perfect! loves it. i also got a rust orange sweatshirt, woman's cut but still comfy. 100% cotton. and a very cute made in india skirt with a nice print in white. very good for summer and with tights will take me into fall. the color goes with tons in my small wardrobe. i got a couple of magazines too. just for easy reading.

this downsizing thing is hard to put together with my love of garage sales. but i figured something out. replace with better and for every one thing i buy or receive get rid on one or two things. so far so good. and i keep going with the big give-away because... well, i dont want to move it all. i want to move and to own only the belongings i truely love or actually need.

i love making stuff, i'd be happy making just about anything.

so along with my etsy store sales i have been making fairy wings, sourdough starter and fairy bracelets, along with several other things. saturday i started my sourdough mother. and ya know how much mothers rock. well this one is doing her thing on my kitchen counter. she is hidden from ickiness by a thin kitchen towel. she smells like guinness and bubbles at me frequently. i love the anticipation of sourdough waffles (how will i wait a week?) today i took photos of my sourdough mother, but to be honest... i spent last night in the e.r with d.s.'s dad. he put the hurt on the pad between his thumb and forefinger. he sliced it open so his thumb and forefinger are no longer attached. 12 stitches. and hello? why do these things always happen at 11:30 at night? is it so at 4:30 when you finally crawl into bed you truely truely appriciate it? it must be something like that.

for my witchery in the kitchen i used rosemary last night for our chicken stew easy peasy. one small organic chicken (yes, i buy organic meat, yes we eat less meat because of the cost, win win.) sweet potatoes, potatoes, carrots, onions, garlic, stock, water, salt and pepper, and rosemary. cook say two hours in the pot, or several hours in the crock pot. fantastic i say.