Just Do It… Just Go Already


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The countdown has reached the last day. You’re probably like, “Thank Goodness! I was getting so sick of this woman whining about moving!” Don’t get too excited there, I’m sure you’ll hear about the unpacking ๐Ÿ˜‰

Just 1 day to finish packing then off we go!

This will be the last blog in California *sad face *happy face *confused face
Hmm… It’s a happy time and yet there are so many sad thoughts as well. Leads to a ball of mixed emotions.


Today we finish packing up the truck. Should be fun. Yay. Lucky for me, I have two able-bodied helpers! ๐Ÿ˜›

So, as I mentioned in a previous post, I will be bragging about my beautiful stacks. If I wasn’t going to be without a computer later, I would also brag about the beautifully packed truck. Yes, I’m assuming it’s going to look great and be positioned safely for the long drive.



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Miss Munchkin hanging out in the truck

Yes… bad TT for letting her in there with no shoes. Shortly after we found lots of little feet dangers. There were no injuries and a tetanus shot wasn’t required.

The Munchkins hanging out. Weeeeee

The Munchkins hanging out. Weeeeee

Alright SuperPeeps… have a great day. I’ll check in here and there on facebook.




Pick Your Moving Buddy… 3 Days Left


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Just 3 days left until we wake up at an ungodly hour to escape LA before commuter traffic makes our trek to Washington 3 hours longer. I’ve given instructions to all the toys to be extra vigilant about not getting lost!


“Does everybody have their moving buddies?” (Woody- Toy Story)

When I was a kid I didn’t have tons of toys. I think back on that and am like, thank goodness! I would be a basket case! (I am, with or without toys, right?). My toys had feelings. No really… they did! I said goodnight to my Rub-a-dub-dolly and the various stuffed animals and if I gave one of them a hug, they ALL got a hug or it would be impossible for me to fall asleep. I would worry that they were sad, thinking I didn’t love them as much as the others. Seriously. I would stress the eff out about it!

To this day I still have to remind myself that they are inanimate objects. A couple summers ago we were heading back to Cali from Seattle and I left Henry in a hotel and felt so awful. For 1, I didn’t have him but 2, he was alone and probably thought I had abandoned him and didn’t love him anymore ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Poor Henry.


Yes, I called the hotel and they still had him and YES, I payed to have him shipped home! He was packaged in the box so nicely– with a breathing hole! How awesome was that?! There was another time that the cleaning person, made up the bed and sat him sweetly in the middle of the bed, all comfy in the pillows. People that take an extra minute to do that kind of thing totally ROCK!Image

When Toy Story was made Ms. Big was 4. This did not help my me detach from the idea that toys are alive. I worried about her toys and probably passed on some bizarre need to give all toys the same amount of love. When Boo-Boo bear was lost/stolen/sold (who knows what happened to him), we were both devastated and I’m pretty sure she’s still mad about it– take it to therapy kid ๐Ÿ˜‰

Ms. Big graduated in 2009 and shortly after Toy Story 3 was released. OH MY GAH! I cried my eyes out. Such a great movie. Perfect ending. And it was so much like real life, played out in real time with my daughters age from the starting movie to the end. I just loved it! Mr. Munchkin was tiny and we watched everyday for months. It was so great to have two sides of the age spectrum represented. I’m sure a lucky momma!

The frantic last few dImageay’s of tying up loose ends are upon us and really, I just want someone to tie me up and force me to drink beer until I no longer care if someone (Mommy) carries on with an hourly countdown. I know there are 24hrs in a day. I know there are 72hrs in 3 days. I don’t want to be reminded! There’s still so much to do plus I haven’t seen everyone I want to say goodbye to. Come visit me people. This house is holding me captive! You’ve got 3 days or you will have to live vicariously through blogs and facebook status updates until August.

Tomorrow I may sit down and decompress at the computer and type up a couple words but most likely the next blog will just be me bragging about my organized piles of crap with pictures. So, until tomorrow… be SUPER! (You can be super after tomorrow as well)

Countdown day #5– Call Your Mom!


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Well… countdown day #5 is nearly in the books. We are down to one hand people!!

At this point the countdown seems futile. Like it’ll be a complete letdown once we actually drive away in the moving truck. I suppose it’s just the fact that the big day approaches and it still seems like we’re so far from being prepared.

In all honesty, I’m just a control freak and we’re doing pretty well. Things are nicely organized in the garage, the house is getting emptier everyday and we’re learning to live with less and less items at our disposal.

Of course, it’s also Mother’s Day.
I really need to call my mom… right after I finish writing ๐Ÿ˜‰

So what exactly does Mother’s Day mean to us right now?

  • There was no brunch- Half the family is sick and dietary restrictions make it tough for the kids to eat out anyway
  • There weren’t any flowers- I did not want to pull out a vase!
  • We didn’t buy each other cards from the kids and the pets like usual- would just be one more thing to pack
  • We didn’t even have the kids do a little craft project for us, as all the crafting supplies have been packed away for awhile

So what the heck did we do??
Miss Munchkin and I slept on the couch last night because we were coughing buddies. Poor little thing was miserable. If she feels anything like I did, ugh…
Anyway, when Mr. Munchkin came down he was as sweet as always and after a super crappy night of very little sleep, it was just what the doctor ordered. Mommy came down moments after that and Mother’s Day hugs were doled out and she even made me breakfast– those eggs were PERFECT!!
As the day moved on, we made progress with packing and getting things situated then my energy took a nosedive. That was when my Mother’s Day gift went into effect.
Miss Munchkin and I took a nap! Even better than that… we both slept!
It was beautiful!

I awoke recharged and ready for another couple hours of life. More packing ensued. This time I took lots of breaks as not to overdo it, that payed off in the end as I’m still awake and mostly mobile.

Amongst the packing, it was clear that Miss Munchkin needed to be de-boogered. Where oh where is that booger sucker?? Hmm… packed neatly away at the bottom of a pile? Naww… I wouldn’t have done that, right?…. WRONG!


Yes, I had to unstack all those boxes to get to the ONE item that a mother shouldn’t pack away when preparing to move. True that everyone was in ship-shape when that tub was packed but c’mon, have a little foresight. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking that everyone would stay healthy for one whole month!

Mother’s Day is coming to a close and even though it hasn’t been monumental with super fun stuff, it has been memorable. I hope all of you out there have had a great day celebrating your own motherhood and honoring your mother’s whether they are with you or have become your guardian angel. Being a mommy is the most amazing gift all in itself. I am grateful more than words can explain that I have been trusted by the Universe to care for 3 amazing humans.

Half & Half


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Welcome to my psychosis…
May 11th is half of 22… today is #6 on the countdown which is half of 12
12-22!!! Yep… always working it in there somehow or another. I don’t want to steal the blogging thunder though, this blog is dedicated to my First Best Friend… It’s her birthday today. I won’t tell you how old she is but she is a few months younger than me so, do the math if you want ๐Ÿ˜‰

SIX MORE DAYS until we head back to my home state of Washington. Our house is near Everett but I grew up on the east side of the state in a little town called Deer Park. As a kid there were about 2,000 residents. It was the type of place where people knew their neighbors- good, bad or otherwise.

In such a small town, everything I did was within a few blocks of my house. Distance was gauged by my moms voice; If I couldn’t hear her yelling, I was too far away. I lived on 222 Margaret (maybe that’s where my obsession with 2s began).
The elementary school was 2 blocks over and 2 blocks down. The baseball fieldย  where I played little league was at the end of my street and most importantly, my first best friend lived just one block down from my house.

My memory is pretty selective when it comes to my childhood so many things are lost in vacant spaces of my brain or transfused in a mess much like a ball of yarn but I think we met at age 4.

Like I said, not much of a memory but there are some things that are so ingrained in my head that when I’m sitting in a rocking chair and can’t remember my own name, memories of my first friend will stand out…

  • Her birthday is on May 11th… I don’t remember many people’s birthdays
  • Her dad showing us his Chicago sized softball (16″) I was in awe
  • Playing softball with a Chicago ball and a yardstick. Realizing the error in her pitching so close when playing with a yardstick a little bit too late. Pretty sure blood was involved
  • Riding the bus to Kindergarten
  • Walking to school together everyday
  • Selling Girl Scout cookies and some jerk paying with a fake $20
  • When she first started playing the trumpet and I wanted to play so badly. She tried to teach me the proper way to blow through the mouthpiece.
  • Having oatmeal at her house and how tasty it was with “real” sugar
  • Listening to her mom practice her guitar and talk about music– Can’t tell you how amazing that was to me
  • Her and other friends talking to me outside my window when I was grounded to my bed (Whatever it was I did wrong, I’m positive I was framed. lol)

There are so many more memories that we shared together but my absolute, favorite memory of all time- that I think of EVERY time I watch a scary movie- is her sleepover birthday party. It was my first sleepover party and I think we were about 8. It was a party so I’m sure there were many things we all did but the only thing I remember is screaming and kicking over the pretzels at the clown scene in Poltergeist. Clowns have never been the same to me after that. Funny thing is, I have the same reaction to scary shows to this day- kicking and screaming!

Many of the things I learned from her wouldn’t click until much later in life. Her social maturity was light years ahead of mine and I’m so grateful that we had such a strong bond for those early years regardless of how dorky I am was. Maybe she knows, maybe she doesn’t but she saved my life on more than one occasion.ย  When I get back to Washington, I’m gonna take her out for a beer and thank her for being the awesome person she was then and continues to be all these years later. Thank you my dear friend. You have know idea how much you mean to me and I will forever be grateful.

With Just 7 Days Left… Obsess Much?


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I slept like crap last night due to coughing. I was desperate enough that I went to the store at 2am for cough drops and Dayquil hoping for some relief. My efforts were in vain. After a couple more coughing attacks, I grabbed Henry and my blanky and banished myself to the couch.


This is my dear friend Henry

I’m not feeling the countdown today but like it or not, we’ve come to the one week mark. Seven days people– Seven days!!


A little more self disclosure (if you knew how long it took me to come up with ‘disclosure’, you’d know how far off my game I am today). Anyway…

I have some issues with OCD.
I’m not washing my hands to the point of bleeding (anymore), or washing walls at 4am (anymore) but I tell ya… When things get stressful (and throw a minor illness into the mix), I notice EVERY SINGLE THING that doesn’t fit nicely in the little boxes my mind creates.

Take for instance web browsers. I like Firefox. I only like to have 6 tabs open, at the most 9. Once I’ve surpassed my extra 3 tabs with blogs I’m reading then I send stuff to new windows. That’s not my favorite thing to do but it sure beats having tons of tiny little boxes at the top. I know what you’re thinking– Why is 9 (being an odd number) okay? Well, because 12 is divisible by 3. 9 is also divisible by 3. Somehow that makes it ok. haha

This mornings example… eggs.
It’s a bit of a routine for Miss Munchkin and I to have eggs with a little bit of hash browns in the morning (Mr. M is not a fan). My eggs need to have all the white goopy stuff cooked but the yolks runny. Today, I broke a yolk. Thankfully I could just give the baby that one since she eats them scrambled but really? I couldn’t just eat it? Suck it up TT!

For the record… I would NEVER watch something 367 times. That is an odd number. Perhaps 366. How many times does 3 go into 66? You guessed it 22. BOOM!!!

Through the years I’ve learned to temper things down as not to infringe on other people’s comfort and yeah, that can up my discomfort level some but with lots of practice I’m getting better at convincing myself that things are “okay”…. That cup sitting there is ok, that string on the floor is ok, blah, blah, blah. Sometimes I even believe it ๐Ÿ˜‰

So… today marks 7 days of life left in this house. This place has offered daily challenges of recognizing the difference between obsessive behavior and ‘normal’ freak out worthy stuff. I can’t tell you how happy I am to move into our brand new home and stay there year round.
Keep your fingers crossed that all of my cleaning and organizing pays off and I don’t bring California spiders with me. That is the ONE thing I’m scared about most! *shudder

8 Days to Go Figure


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There are only 8 packing days left. Only 8 more days of worrying.
Why is moving so stressful to me?
I’m sure it’s hard on others but damn, I take it personally. lol


For nearly 2 weeks some little virus has been running through the house. Mr. Munchkin had it first. He’s finally improving and even being obnoxious, that’s always a good sign ๐Ÿ˜›
Miss Munchkin woke up with a fever yesterday but just slightly and besides a little snot, she seems to be doing alright today.

This morning I woke up on fire!


Is there ever a good time for mommy’s to be sick? NO
Is it the law of nature that illness will strike at the most inopportune time? YES

Bah… Like I’m not already emotionally raw… give me a fever, let’s see how fast TT can break


Alright, enough time wasted on that. I’ve got two questions for ya….

  • How does one pack liquor?

Before you tell me “you don’t pack liquor, you drink it”. Allow me to explain to you that it’s been in the cupboard above the fridge since we moved in here, 2 years ago. It was carefully moved from our other house in grocery bags but that was only across town, not 2 states.
Maybe the better question is, “does liquor go bad?” It’s pretty old.

  • When is it okay to say screw the dishes and just pack them all?

I’m fine with take-out. Washing dishes sucks. We’re getting down to the wire and I’m nervous that we’re going to have all those last minute things to deal with, I would prefer that dishes aren’t one of them. In other words… I just need permission to pack them all ๐Ÿ˜‰

What’s the proper protocol here?

That’s it for today friends… I’m packing… and resting…
8 days left. Go figure that I would get sick
(anybody getting the ‘go figure/figure 8 reference’?) lol

#9 Follow The Plan


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Yikes!! 9 days

It was at this time 9 years ago that I wasn’t playing with a full deck of cards. That’s when preparations for moving to California were in full swing. When you’re moving with your Ex (yeah, you read that right), your 12 year old daughter, 6 dogs and 4 cats you must plan everything out to the very last detail.

There is no way for me to emphasize how much of a planner I AM NOT! Typically I’m a ‘seat of your pants’ type of gal. I call it ‘spontaneity’, it sounds more intentional ๐Ÿ˜‰

The first step was to request a transfer with my company.
I was a corporate manager for 7-11 in Spokane. I loved my job and the only issues I had to deal with on a consistent basis was trying to get one of my employees to shower regularly. Talk about cliche. Blecht, some peoples kids!


As the stores in California are primarily owned and ran by franchisee’s, I was to assume a new role, “Franchisee Liaison”. That didn’t happen. Instead I became the rescuer of sinking stores or corporate buy backs. I pretty much loved it when I was in Norwalk, then they transferred me to Inglewood, then to Lynwood. Cue life altering robbery. 3 months off to recover (somewhat). Transferred back to Inglewood. More robberies. Yeah… I can be non-sensical.

Anyway, that all came much later. Let’s get back to the “planning”

The brilliant plan was to move down to California.
From Spokane.
1600 miles.

Looking back, I have no idea how any of it worked.

Gas money budget.
Split hotel money.
Packing and purging.

The big plan that we focused on was the going away party. A nice send off at our favorite bar with a bunch of buddies and drag queens.
Lots of booze.
Tons of fun.
Hangover on truck loading day.
Great start to the new adventure!

What should we have been putting more thought into?
Perhaps a decent place to live?
Nawww… we had a camper parked on the lawn of my exes BOSS!
Were we brain dead? Seriously, what was I thinking??

Sleep in a camper on your exes, bosses lawn?
With all these pets?
And a 12yo daughter?
And your ex. Who mysteriously has a girlfriend – already- it’s been a month

Am I painting you a good picture of responsibility and rational behavior?
Oh good. I’d hate for you to see me as a complete dumbass.
How long after 25 can one have a quarter life crisis?

As I’m sure you can predict, things went smoothly…
There wasn’t any arguing or bitterness.
There wasn’t record breaking rainfall.
The camper we lived in didn’t leak.
There wasn’t a sock on the camper door 4 days a week.
Yep. Months of complete bliss.

My daughter and I eventually moved out.
To live in a garage.
With a Samoan family.
The entire family.
18 people.
And yes, it turned out they were Gangsters.


No need to call child services, my daughter is grown now. She survived and we laugh about it from time to time. Plus, she actually has some awesome stories to tell. I made that happen for her. Call me her muse if you will ๐Ÿ˜‰

So… here we are. 9 years later.

This circle has been completed.

A new adventure begins…


10 Years Ago, Now 10 Days to Go


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If you’re keeping track you’re aware that today is #10 on the countdown.

I have to admit… I’m feeling a bit panicked today. There’s only TEN days to pack this house! I’m half afraid we’re just going to be throwing stuff on the truck Willy Nilly and hoping for the best. Sheesh, moving totally sucks but I’ve gotta keep my eyes on the prize… cooking Thanksgiving dinner in our new house will be TOTALLY AWESOME! Plus there’s a gazillion other good things to look forward to as well.

Music is the ONE thing that is the most consistent in helping me do whatever is necessary at the time whether it be settling down, speeding up or expressing emotion.

Ever since I came down to Los Angeles when I was in 9th grade, I had wanted to live in Cali. I felt like it was truly the place for me. Like my life would “really” start or something. It was planned 10 years ago and executed September 2004.

The following are 10 videos that basically sum up the last 10 years of my life. It’s crazy to look back at all the changes. Guess it was a good thing it took 10 years or I might’ve become more bonkers than I am ๐Ÿ˜‰

Let me know which videos you watched, if any.
What do they mean to you?

2003-ย  Puddle of Mud – She Hates Me
Yeah… bummer.

2004- Three Days Grace – I Hate Everything About You
One good turn, deserves another. No hostility here, nope.

2005- All American Rejects – Move Along
Was working 80-100 hour weeks and just had to keep going. Played this everyday on my way to work and in my office…. very, very loudly!

2006- Taking Back Sunday – Make Damn sure
Obsession or Possession. Don’t think either of us cared for awhile then yeah, that turned out bad. Crazy bitch. Like really. Crazier than me. Hard, I know ๐Ÿ˜‰

2007- OneRepublic – Goodbye Apathy
Realized that I was head over heels in love and was willing to do anything. Best choice I’ve ever made! Oh, and I quit smoking, that was a good choice too.

2008- A Quiet Mind – Blue October
After a lot of fallout from previous situations, anxiety got the better of me (still has me to some degree) but I had support and someone that helped keep my mind level.

2009- Katy Perry/ Firework
Our son was born on July 4th so yeah… it’s his theme song

2010- Paramore – The Only Exception
She really is the only exception

2011- Bruno Mars – It Will Rain
Yeah, I’m a Twilight geek but the song speaks to me in other ways as well.

2012- OneRepublic – Feel Again
I’m not sure if I’ve conveyed it enough but I’ve got some issues. Depression, anxiety, ptsd… I’m sure there’s more that could be added to the list. The point is, I check out emotionally sometimes but my love is always there waiting and coaxing me back. I’m very lucky to have someone that cares for ALL of me. The good and bad.

2013- Fun – Carry On
Who are these guys kidding? They’re not really all that fun but boy oh boy can they get into your soul and have you singing an anthem of the moment.



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Go ahead and make a wish, I know you want to… I’ll wait.


What’d you wish for?

Not gonna tell me?

Fine, be that way.

All sorts of people have little hang ups with numbers. Maybe a number stands out to them like a sore thumb and they avoid it at all costs (you never see the 13th floor, right?) or they have a favorite set that they like to play on lotto tickets. That being said, it’s no surprise that when people see the clock at 11:11 they instantly make a wish.

I bet you thought about making a wish just because I suggested it huh?
No? Well… make a wish now.


Remember all the hullabaloo about 11/11/11? People were doing whatever they could to have a baby born on that day. Some planned weddings. I totally get that. Seems like it would be easier to remember the anniversary. I need all the help I can get in that department. Yeah, I suck.

I find it hard to like odd numbers. You can’t divide them up nice and tidy and in school I sure despised long division with remainders. I’m odd enough, I don’t need to add anything to the equation. (See what I did there?)

11:11 isn’t my thing but today is #11 on the countdown.
Wanna know how I tie it into my favorite number?
The one I do make wishes on??
It’s a long and winding path but it makes perfect sense to me.

As you learned in yesterday’s blog “On the 12th day of Countdown”, my birthday is December 22nd.ย  That’s 12/22… on the clock it’s 12:22. I see this number all the time! It’s my birthday number and it stands out.

How is this like 11:11? Well, let me explain a little something to you- For someone that doesn’t like math I will go round and round in my head until I somehow find or make a number that will coincide with 12 or 22.

Follow me here… (Math geniuses may skip this section)

If 12 is equal to 1/2 by adding a slash (12 = 1/2)
and 11 is half of 22
then 12:22 is equal to 11
The trick is to then do the same equation again
It takes two 12:22’s to come up with one 11:11
That’s why I get to make TWO wishes while everyone else only gets one. Suckas


Were you able to follow that?

No? Sorry, you can’t be a card carrying member of my club but you are still allowed to attend meetings and are expected to pay dues ๐Ÿ˜‰

Yes?! Oh yay… we will be great friends and you won’t call me crazy when I stare at numbers and work my obsessive magic. Alright, you might call me crazy but it’s ok, my kind of crazy can be a lot of fun!


Alright my friends,
I must get busy doing something productive.
After all, there is only


On the 12th day of countdown…


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My true love gave to me– Lucille’s Barbeque!
And it was super tasty! The last time we had bbq (that wasn’t on a friends grill) the service was, meh, and the food was not worth the cash.
Not the case today. Apparently the master of the barbeque was on the payroll today. Thank goodness.

You know when you’re about to leave a familiar area and you’re not gonna be back for awhile and you really want to go out to eat (or order take-out) from all the places that won’t be available in the new area?
You do that right? I’m pretty sure it’s a rule.

ImageAnyway, with only 12 days left, I’m trying to prioritize food choices. There are things here that you can’t get in Washington– For instance, In ‘n Out. It’s not like it’s the worlds best burger or anything or that something similar can’t be found where we’re going, it’s more the principle and that it’s like a California landmark of sorts.
Lucille’s BBQ is also one of those things that we won’t find at our new home. I’m sure if I hit up Yelp, perhaps I could find something better and cheaper but they wouldn’t have the old fashioned banana pudding and if they attempted it… bah. I can scratch that one off the list.

Alright, enough about food. I’m so full right now ๐Ÿ˜‰

Today’s countdown is brought to you by one of my favorite months– December!


Who doesn’t just love December?
I mean, it doesn’t matter what holiday you celebrate, the air of happiness is around. People smile more at the shopping centers, even though they are stressed to the max. There’s time with family, even when relatives might drive you to the wine cellar. There’s giving and receiving of gifts and all the tacky gifts make for good laughs once you get a moment away from the gifter.

December is also my BIRTHDAY!!!
December 22nd! Mark it on your calendar people ๐Ÿ˜‰
I love my birthday. I don’t particularly like that I’m getting older but hey, I’m getting wiser as well… umm, I think anyway.


Ok… so there ya have it and now day number 12 is almost over. Was a great day even though we missed a birthday party due to Mr. Munchkin’s fever and we even had visitors despite his mystery illness ๐Ÿ™‚
Hope you all had a great day as well, see ya tomorrow!