Moving Update

Sorry no pictures as I am too busy, can't find the camera, can't find batteries to go in it, probably packed it and too embrassed to show you all the crap I am moving. It's pretty sad when the movers say "Boy, you have a lot of boxes!" and you'd think they have seen a lot of boxes. Maybe crafty people don't use movers. Money should be spent on crafty things, like yarn.
In trying to save money for said yarn, we tried to find some kids to help us move just our boxes. But no! No one from the high school band, the church or the hockey team. I guess $10 an hour just isn't enough for them. Boy, are we in trouble when they get older and run the country. So we decided to have a mover do it all - yahoo! And they will deliver to me all the boxes I need for .50 cents each. No more dumpster diving stories for me.
As for the new house, the HVAC people came out and it needs a new motor! Now, I don't know much, or anything, about such things other than it makes me comfortable, but a motor sounds expensive, glad we had the house inspected. And the ants are an issue and we have requested a $1000 for the rest of the little things. Now we just have to wait for the seller to get back in the COUNTRY! and we can move on/in. Still on track for closing both on 11/21. This is the season of miracles, right? I also found out there was a judgement under me. Who knew. I guess they just search my name and Lisa Richards is pretty common. I was told just to sign a paper stating it isn't/wasn't me and all is well. Stay tuned for "Lisa's Young and Restless move of our lives"

I found boxes!

I believe totally in asking for other peoples advise because there are definately times that others think of things I totally wouldn't have. For example a good friend of mine (Gerry!) told me to go to dollar stores to hunt for boxes because sometimes the workers don't break them down like they should - ya know, minimum wage. So I did and boys did I hit the motherload (exactly what a motherload really is, I have no idea but that's what they say). Actually the hunt was kind of like garage saleing. I hunted behind every little plaza shopping center that I was driving by that I thought wouldn't have the a compactor like the big stores have. And there were boxes a plenty. I was soooo excited. It's kind of sad really but whatever. I even took boxes there were broken down - I have tape.

Then a few days later the dear hubby went with me to fetch more boxes, he likes free stuff too. We went to the same dumpsters (Yep, I am trailer trash that dumpster dives) except at one we had a bit of a surprise. I noticed what looked like a new sweatshirt rolled up and stuck in the corner of one of the dumpsters. Beside it was an autographed basketball that was still in it's acrylic display case thingy. Using my powers of reasoning, it looked like someone had stashed some stolen goods!!!! Whoa momma, I hadn't even thought that something sinister would be lurking around in these cardboard box dumpsters, my euphoria was gone. But I did the responsible thing and called the police. After they called me back several times for a description of what I saw they sent someone out. We left because you never know if or when they might show up but on they way home we saw the security truck from the shopping center and the police car. So far no word or what else they found if anything. You do a lot of "What if-ing" when something like that happens. Like what if there was a gun or something wrapped in the sweatshirt? What if someone was watching us? What if you are nuts? But this shall not stop me from dumpster diving (not actually diving, just reaching in) but I won't go alone.