I thought I would give the briefest update in case anyone still reads this who is curious about what I'm up to but hasn't yet found me on gmail, facebook or twitter. Plus this is longer than 140 characters.

I am currently sitting on my not yet sold (uh oh) couch, waiting for the mover to show up and take the rest of my boxes and I to AmTrak to put on a train... to Tacoma, WA! I am moving to that general area - not yet sure whether it will be on the Tacoma side or the Olympia side of the base. I'm going to be too far from Seattle to commute in for work, but close enough to drive in for goofing off.

Tomorrow Shoxy, Superman, Athena, my dad and I are hitting the road. Believe it or not, the second most common question I've been asked is if I am bringing the animals. Like I would leave them! (First question is "What are you doing for work when you get out there?")

Our first stop is Wheeling, WV to see Shoxy's leg vet. Second stop Columbus, OH to impose on Eric's sister's hospitality. Stops in Peoria, IL and (hopefully) Mount Rushmore, which I have never seen.

And Adam just pulled up in the van, so I'm outta here!

:D

Cinderella's on the bedroom floor,
She's got a crush on the guy at the liquor store
Cuz Mr. Charming don't come home any more
And she forgets why she came here.

Sleeping Beauty's in a foul mood, for shame.
She says, "None for you dear Prince. I'm tired today.
I'd rather sleep my whole life away
Than have you keep me from dreaming."

I don't care for your fairy tales.
You're so worried 'bout the maiden
Don't you know she's only waiting
On the next best thing, the next best thing.

Snow White is doing dishes again,
Because what else could you do with seven itty bitty men?
Sends them to bed and she calls up a friend,
Says, "Will you meet me at midnight?"

A tall blonde lets out a cry of despair, says
"Would have cut it myself if knew men could climb hair!
I'll have to find another tower somewhere,
And keep away from the windows."

I don't care for your fairy tales.
You're so worried 'bout the maiden
Don't you know she's only waiting
On the next best thing, the next best thing.

Once upon a time in a far away kingdom
Man made up a story, said that I should believe him.
Go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight,
But I don't want the next best thing.

So I sing hold my head down
And I break these walls round me
Can't take no more
Of your fairy tale love!

I don't care for your fairy tales.
You're so worried 'bout the maiden
Don't you know she's only waiting
Spent her whole life being graded
On the sanctity of patience and the dumb appreciation,
But this story needs some ending and I bet a happy ending
Is that I don't want next best thing.
No I don't want the next best thing.

This is by one of my cousin's dear friends who apparently has become a big hit in the time since my cousin gave me this album! Who knew? Go Sara!

If I had known I could go out and buy this album at a store I would not have spent hours searching for my misplaced burned copy...

...that Athena (and Sephi) are going to be four in May. Four. Not really sure what I think about that.

I am seriously considering returning to the Los Angeles area around this time next year. For those of you who were engaged in that part of my journey, heard about it, knew about it (or those who weren't but have comments anyways!)-

- Do you remember some of the reasons I left that had to do with L.A. and not with D.C.?

- What are your thoughts given my last few years regarding me returning?

For general info, the main reason I'm considering returning is to be closer to my family. I think I have determined that career is not my priority, and will not be in the near future. I think I can be happy making a living anywhere, and I deeply miss my family, friends, and general West.

Thank you!!

I did not finish. I still am not finished. I have work tomorrow from 9:00 - 1:00. The movers come at 4:00. That'll do it, right?

Instead I watched Chuck. Chuck was great. Now I'm going to bed and am going to try to get up to finish packing before work. Seriously, sometimes I make myself nuts.

I am packing, which of course really means that I am watching TV, surfing "crucial" craigslist ads, and posting on LJ. No, in actuality I am about 3 boxes away from completely packed, and it's all unbreakable kitchen stuff, food, and bathroom stuff. In other words, things that can be swept from the cupboards into boxes in a single motion. My goal is to be finished - given that I have to live here for two more days, some things will not be packed - by the time I leave for work today.

The first thing everyone seems to be dying to know: ( SUPERMAN! )

All that being said, I was really considering returning him, which would have been crazy. I'm feeling overwhelmed right now with the move, the car, Superman, and the fact that I think I just put myself in the position of getting my heart really badly broken. Of all those things, Superman is the only thing I have control over right now, so my instinct is to eliminate that source of stress. Fortunately, I recognize that that is absurd, as the majority of the stress will be over as of Sunday. The car is no problem with the lower rent (or with my current rent, but really no problem as of Saturday). The move will be over and I think my new place will be even better and less stressful than my current place. And when I get my heart broken it will be really nice to have this big, beautiful, cuddly, kissy dog to drape myself on and cry.

The other thing this weekend - visitor. It was possibly the best four days of my life. I got 12 hours sleep the whole time (and not because of THAT!). But the fact is that he is not here and I am not there. And that is a deal breaker for him, which I knew in advance. But it's too late for me, since I decided to leap anyways, even when I knew that there wasn't going to be anything to catch me. And unfortunately (or fortunately!), I have something that keeps me hoping: he knew the distance was a deal breaker and he came here anyways. I don't understand it, but there it is, confusing me.

So yeah, that's life. Time to finish packing.

I was saving something and noticed I had a bunch of documents in my My Documents folder. One of them was this entry, which was clearly supposed to be posted just under two years ago. Figured I'd throw it up for kicks.

( A long time ago I was on my way here! )

Oh, and... my car got here yesterday, visitor arrives tomorrow, Superman comes home on Saturday. Pretty neat, huh?

We are homed.

We are carred.

We are dogged.

We may be boyed.

We are done.

Life doesn't get much better than this.

Superman!!

He's cat safe, he's laid back, he's CUTE. He looks like family. We're going to meet him on Saturday to see if he's a fit.

( Family resemblance much? )

We're all stiillll homeless though....

Cross-posted to greyhounds.