Dude!
There’s a lot. I always say that, even when there isn’t. I’m the girl who cried content! This weekend, I moved into my aforementioned perfect apartment-home in south Minneapolis. Saturday was spent hauling a few very heavy things from my house, and the equivalent weight in many smaller things from my parents’ house. I didn’t think I had a lot of stuff. After carrying it all, I felt like I was wrong about that. But having put most of it away, I realize I don’t really have that much stuff. I even have empty cabinets. Such a novelty. My dad is such a… dad, in that he wants to do everything himself and then be crabby with us for having to do everything himself. He’s quick for a nearly-60-year-old, which means I have to rush to keep ahead of him. I tried to keep him to stick to just loading/unloading, so the younger folk could do the stairs and such. But no, he’s got to go lifting eight pieces of furniture at once. It’s a problem. So in all my rushing, I did myself some damage. I smashed my hand, I bruised my ribs, and I got hit in the head so hard I fell down not once but twice. But I have survived, or otherwise you’d be stuck reading that last post for all eternity. My furniture consists of a living room set, a bed, and a computer desk. I’ll need to be getting me some bookshelves and a dresser and, oh hey! maybe even a kitchen table! Right. Also, I don’t have a microwave, which is cooking appliance #1: my oatmeal-making process the last two days has been laughable at best. Right now the living room, dining room, bathroom, and kitchen are all put-together and unpacked. The bedroom is dangerous for anything besides standing in one place or sleeping. I even put up the xmas tree; I have star lights in the windows, and big lights around my door. I’m so totally cheesy it rules. When I packed my clothes, I pulled out a bunch to donate, and I did the same unpacking. I have so damn clothes, and I wear maybe 5% of them. It’s bad when I’m having to question the structural integrity of the metal rod in the closet. There’s more, but I’m rushing because the cable dude is apparently standing outside my building right this moment, 25 miles away. I haven’t had internet all weekend. Not that it wasn’t a nice vacation, actually. More later! With pictures!Jenni P.S. The mp3 server will be back tonight. Stop emailing me to tell me it’s down. I know this, because I’m the one who took it down.