Last day of work

Well today is my last day of work at this job. Tomorrow I officially join the growing ranks of the unemployed people of America. While I'm not happy about that, I'm thrilled that I will no longer have 4 hours of commuting every day with the likes of Mr. Bogey.

But to be honest, these days I'm solely focused on moving related issues. I have moved 7 times in the last 8 years. I am so sick of it. But I am sure that there will be at least a few more moves for us. Mr X says we are modern day 'nomads'. I asked me dad how many times he's moved in his life - he's moved 8 times in over 60 years. My total in 30 years so far is something like 16 times or so.

This move so far is the most difficult and complicated for many reasons. One of those reasons is the fact we bought and moved into a house and therefore grew into a house (in terms of possessions). So now we have more 'things' than ever. Being a nomad is fine so long has you don't have much. Once you start toting around a bunch of couches and extra beds and things like that, it gets a whole lot more messy. My biggest concern right now is trying to fit everything we own into the single moving truck we have rented. We got the biggest one they have but based on what I'm seeing piling up in our garage, I have no idea how we'll get it all into the truck. We need a bag like Mary Poppins has where all of her big giant things just magically shrink and fit into her purse.

Ganglion Cysts are so sexy

Mr X seems to have developed himself a lovely Ganglion Cyst on the underside of his wrist. They are pretty bizarre looking, I think.

I had on once in college in the same place. It just kept getting bigger and bigger. At one point I finally decided that it had to be a cancerous tumor and that I was probably going to die....so I made an appointment with the campus doctor (who once informed me that my rash HAD to be scabies...turns out it was just a rash from some cheap detergent) to confirm my own diagnosis. After learning what this unsightly lump on my wrist really was, I wanted it off asap. Unfortunately it doesn't work that way. The doctor told me that it may go away on its own but if it didn't in x number of weeks (I don't remember how long he said.) to come back and 'get it drained.' Weeks later it hadn't gone away on it's own, much to my dismay. But the day before I was going to go back in to the doctor I tripped and fell flat on my face, smashing my wrist in the process. It was the best thing that could have happened because it smashed that cyst into oblivion.

I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. Maybe just because I think they are slightly fascinating or something. So along those lines, here's one for your viewing pleasure.

Speaking of places to live...

Since I've been talking about my house and my new apartment lately, it reminded me of all the beautiful southern homes I saw while in GA and SC. I keep forgetting to post pictures of them for your viewing pleasure so here they are. - I have loads of pictures from my trip this summer there and I'm going to keep posting them. (Next up: beaches) - But here are the lovely homes of the south. While I was there I pretended I lived in these places... That was a nice thought, until I started worrying about category 5 hurricanes demolishing them. Oh, and until I saw the price tags on some of them. But the daydream was very regal while it lasted.

One thing less to worry about

Okay maybe the Sea World fireworks thing was slightly blasphemous...I will have to see them again to truly judge whether they are better than the NM lightening storms. Maybe time has faded my memory...

And it's official, we now have a place to live in SD. Woo hoo! What a relief that is. And the word is that it's a lovely little place that will suit our needs just fine. (I haven't actually seen it, my SIL scouted it out for us and I trust her completely.) It's half the size of our house so I'm not sure how we'll fit stuff. Yes, I'll have to eliminate my 'make-up room' and Mr X's 'dressing room' but we'll survive. One thing I'll really miss is having 3 bathrooms to choose from. We had one bathroom that was 'ours', another that was entirely devoted to the '#2' bathroom, and another for guests. THAT I'll miss. And my lovely kitchen - roomy, spacious, perfectly matching... *sigh*

Status check

Exactly 2 weeks from today Mr X and I will be ecstatically driving a behemoth moving truck out of NM, on our way back home to CA. BUT - Despite my efforts to ensure that I will be gainfully employed by the time I get there, I still don't have a job lined up for myself in CA. We still don't have a renter lined up for our house here in NM. And we still don't have a place to live once we arrive in CA. Needless to say, I am nervous. So I have two weeks to resolve all of these outstanding "what-ifs" so that I can truly enjoy the moment when I cross the border, leaving NM.

This is how it plays out in my tiny brain: As we cross the border, I'll have the window rolled down, my head shoved out of it like a dog, looking back at NM and then I'll raise my left arm - keeping my hand in a tight fist - and I'll thrust out my middle finger with gusto and cackle loudly in the wind. JUST KIDDING! I'm not going to do that. That would just be inviting a major smack-down from Karma and I have bad enough luck as it is. I need Karma on my side. So I suppose to even out the bad Karma I just created by even typing that, I should note the things I will actually miss about NM.

1) Fantastic and easily accessible snowboarding.
2) Snow and snow storms and everything that comes with them. I love snow.
3) The fantastic lightening and thunder storms during monsoon season. (Way better than Sea World's fireworks shows.)
4) The sunrises and sunsets.
5) The beautiful view from my window of the city nestled at the bottom of the mountains.
6) My lovely and spacious home with it's 2 car garage.
7) Last but not least, the friends I've made here. (It was a long time in the process but I finally made some friends!)