Saturday, January 11, 2014

co to ga day 3574

where to start? where to start?

I suppose the beginning is as good a place as any.

we were scheduled to be packed out Wednesday and Thursday with our stuff going on a truck Georgia bound on Friday.

Wednesday the movers arrived at a little before 10am and stated they'd be able to complete the packing in one day. we rejoiced. angels sang. and we were mostly really excited that the 5 strange men that came to our house would only be there one day.

I wasn't sure why they arrived at the house so close to 10am when every other time I've ever had movers, you better have donuts and coffee because they are arriving about 45 seconds after you roll out of bed and put on a bra. but I digress.

at 230 on packing day one, I guess they decided they weren't gonna finish so they packed up and left. thanks for that sweet 4.5 hours of work, guys. 1 of those 4.5 hours, I know, they spent hoarking down $50 worth of pizza we ordered for them and smoking. there were a considerable other number of smoke breaks, so I'm thinking they put in roughly somewhere around 45 mins of actual work. but im gonna go out on a limb here and bet they billed unca sugar for 8 hours. day 1 of packing our tv got unhooked and all of our bedding got packed... save 1 comforter, 1 sheet, and 3 pillows about as thick as rice cakes. so we had no entertainment and only enough bedding for 1 bed.

when they left at 3, they said they'd be back a little earlier the next day. I assumed they'd show up the next day with 5 people again. nope. Thursday morning at the ripe ole hour of 930, two lone packers arrived at my house. they were as nice as they could be and worked hard from 930 to 545. a definite plus. I thought things were looking up for this move for sure as they rolled out of town in their penske truck chariot.

and then Friday happened.

I might mention that 4 3/4 people sleeping in a queen bed is about as conducive to sleeping as trying to catch a few winks at a black sabbath concert. the 3rd time I got a foot to the face I got up and headed to the couch. c followed. so rather than sleep in the queen bed with daddy j, j, c, and me, I slept on a couch with c. way better. or not.

Friday morning, daddy j had to outprocess and left me at the house to wait for the truck driver who would arrive between 9 and 10. so, I waited. and waited. at 930 daddy j called me and told me that the truck driver had been shut down for the day and that he wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow. say what?

I'll spare you the details here but I called the coordinator at the trucking company and tried to be like Paul Harvey and figure out the rest of the story. after a game of phone tag hither, thither, and yon, it was determined that the truck driver was 6 hours away. so I was super stoked he realized he was 6 hours away 30 minutes AFTER he was due to arrive at my house. I'm no logistics expert, but I'm guessing he knew he was 6 hours away before he was 30 min late. bad news isn't wine. it doesn't improve with age, folks.

so after a bit of crying, I decided if call my liaison on the army end. he was super nice and i was super nice. I explained the situation to him and told him that if the driver was really shut down for weather, i understand. however, finding out at 930 that he was 6 hours away seemed like his timeline had more holes than Swiss cheese. and I bet he had some wine with his cheese the night before. or maybe a little too much wine. or maybe a whiskey on the rocks party in his tummy. the liaison agreed. they actually have us $100 towards a hotel and meals for our inconvenience... which to a 36 week pregnant lady who'd slept on the couch with a toddler for 2 nights was a mighty fine and appreciated gesture.

we ate out for supper, went and got bathing suits for the kids (since I forgot to pack some), swam a little at the hotel, and slept. started today with a fresh, happy attitude.

today the driver was supposed to arrive between 8 and 9. he rolled up to casa Drew at 856 and when he got done playing mrs. packman with his truck all up and down our street and finally parked it was about 915. he was alone with no help in sight. thankfully they showed up a few minutes later because I was getting the truck packed today and I had no plans of hulking up and down the stairs with boxes.

as soon as we got in the house and downstairs the driver said "how much weight are you allowed". I answered. he responded "nope... you're going over that" which made me think that he was purely asking to find out how many bricks of cocaine he needed to load on his truck to make sure we had to pay $ for our shipment as payback for complaining about him the day before.

the rest of the packing/loading day went smoothly. except, the driver said we'd be done at 2pm and we were done at 445pm. close-ish. one problem here that will present itself later is mostly all of our furniture is exactly the same color and they made no denotation of which beds rails came off of or which furniture pieces came off of-so that should be fun to sort out later.

the movers finally left at 445 and we were gonna head out to Raton, New Mexico for the night but we couldn't find one of our cats. we got to spend the next hour canvassing the neighborhood only to find her behind one of the drawers in the basement.

finally! we could leave!

I cried like a baby leaving the house. we had so many memories in that house. I think daddy j may have taped me crying talking to j which will need to be destroyed later but that's a task for another day.

we finally got on the road at 6pm. the van was driving horribly with the tow dolly and the car behind us. we couldn't figure out what was wrong, but we made it to the nearest major cross street from our house before we realized that our towed car's tires were smoking. in our haste to leave Colorado, we had not put the car in neutral or taken off the parking break. so cheers to that. daddy j got to jump out at the traffic light and fix that while getting honked at constantly by someone who was really desperate to make a u-turn-- probably in an effort to make it to the marijuana dispensary before they closer for the weekend. so thanks for all that honking, Coloradan.

next up we needed to stop by daddy j's office building to have his leave form signed. he let the non-runaway cat out to go pee at which time the cat did pee... on him. just another feather in our cap.

we finally got on the road for real, for real at 645. we made it 1.5 hours before we decided to call it quits for tonight. we stopped at a best western in "the next town we see" and are now laying in our beds in the hottest hotel room on the planet.

the heater is currently set to "off" but is running full blast. the room also comes equipped with a lovely window unit that's running on high as low temperature wise as it can go annnnd the window is open. yet, we are still slow roasting in a human oven for the low low price of $120 a night. what a bargain!

im just hoping that I can cool off enough to fall asleep and praying that tomorrow is a better day.

tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow.

so that's the story. better me than you, eh? :)

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

screw santa claus

ok.  i know that i am really talking about me here since technically i am the one who brought all the toys into the house, but screw santa.


ever since the jolly fat one rolled up into my house on christmas eve with his sack-o-chinese consumerism, there has been a real air of entitlement getting sucked down around here and this mommy is not a fan.  

the kids have not been their usual sweet selves.  they have been "i wanting" and whining and talking back and just generally having some real B-R-A-T moments.  i am appalled.  (if you've never called your kid a brat before and are upset with me, i have opened a complaint line: 1-800-idontgiveadamn.  call away.)

like i said above, i know that i am santa and, therefore, i take the complete blame for overindulging my kids, but i know for a fact that i am not the only person that has done this.  we all want our kids to have everything their little hearts can desire... and even a bunch of stuff they didn't even know they wanted yet.  but y'all.
come on.  don't we think christmas has gotten a little out of hand?  

i am guilty as charged of being the first one to put every single thing my kids do on facebook/instagram/twitter.  hell, i'd probably put it on myspace too if that hadn't died somewhere in the first half of the 2000s.  on christmas day i saw a bevy of pictures of overflowing christmas trees and piles of presents and happy kid faces.  but can we all just be honest for one minute?  didn't the novelty wear off somewhere around hour 2 of present opening and the kids were just like "whatevs" and tossing stuff aside.  it's ok, you can tell me.  and don't we think our kids would have been just as happy with a few presents they really wanted?  and lastly, at some point don't we think that presents just for the sake of more, more, more is kinda sorta teaching the wrong thing to our kids?  huh?  don't cha?  don't cha? 

well, i do.  and i certainly learned my lesson this year.  it doesn't help that my son's birthday is 4 days before christmas so he opened literally every single present of his for the entire year in the span of 4 days.  dude was rolling deep in discarded wrapping paper ala scrouge mcduck in his money vault.  and yet, he didn't think he had gotten enough.  #mommyfail.  i don't even know really what pound signage is about, but mommy fail deserves one.  i'm certain.  

i wanted so much for this time to be special for him and c, i lost sight of the real meaning of christmas. there, i admit it. but,  i am paying for it dearly now.  i just want my sweet kids back.

i usually only make 2 or 3 resolutions a year that i know i will see through and they're usually always the same from year to year.  this year, i am making an additional resolution to NOT go overboard with christmas next year.  that's a resolution i am really gonna have to concentrate on because i start getting excited about the kids' faces christmas morning about 22 seconds after i pack up the halloween costumes.  i will stick to it.  i encourage anyone else (i know you are out there) who has been less than pleased with their kids behavior since the man in red popped in to do the same. 

 why are you winking at me, bro?  that just ups your creepy factor.

so i guess it's not really screw santa, but more of a screw this idea of more is better.  i mean, i really want santa hanging over my kids' heads all year so they'll act extra nice.  however, he needs to keep his bag contents in check and don't come stepping to me with more than about 3 presents per kid next year.

and i'll also mention that it does not help that these kids are running around sugared up little messes from halloween until the last of the christmas cookies are gone.  my kids are the type that could eat their one piece of chocolate from their advent calendars and i'd be like "who gave them chocolateeeeeeee!" because they were fully acting like nuts.  their sweet little brains misfire on too much (re: any) sugar. 

p.s. has anyone ever really had the guts to give their kids a lump of coal when they darn well deserved it?  i salute you if you have.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

i'm up. you're sleeping. what's new.

i have been asking myself this question a lot lately : "at what point do you just say eff it and turn on hgtv or an adam levine for proactiv infomercial instead of even bothering to go back to sleep?"  tonight's answer is 2.5 hours after tossing and turning.  adam levine, i can't wait to see your pimply teen years #tbt pictures for the 5th time this week.

you have stolen all my joy, 15 year old Adam Levine. 

i haven't blogged at all since we have been showing the house.  life has been crazy and keeping a house reasonably clean 24/7 is a lot harder than it looks.  especially when you are elephantesque and running around picking up after two people a 3rd your size but 3x as smart as you are.  we've had 6 showings which basically amounts to 2 per week or in other words, just enough time to really get your house good and messy before you have to clean it up again.  it's been decided that if our house doesn't sell before we leave, we will just open it up to hobos and squatters and take the tax deduction-- i mean we have to heat the damn thing anyway to keep the pipes from freezing.  if we are lucky, maybe a hobo will build a bonfire on our carpet and just burn the place down.  i'd be sad to see that fine pool table go, but by then it'll probably be covered in hotdog juice and possibly urine, so it's probably not that much of a loss.  or maybe i'll give it until the end of january before i open it up to squatters.  decisions. decisions.

as for christmas, we had a wonderful time (even if admittedly j and i were a smidge homesick). it's way more magical to watch your kids open presents from santa than it ever was to be the opener.  if the state of my den floor yesterday morning when the realtor called about a showing (to which i responded a whispered "shit") is any indication of the fun that they had on christmas day, then i'd say it was a good one.

they both got bikes this year.  they requested them after tooling around goodwill one day like peewee herman on the used ones in the store.  what's hilarious to me though, is that in the store when they were trying to escape one very red-faced, angry mommy they were riding around like evil knievel leaping over scary porcelain soulless teddy bears from the 1970s, but the minute we put them on the street in their helmets and appropriate protective gear suddenly they only know how to peddle backwards...aka brake.

i don't think she quite understands that bike means sweet, succulent freeeeeeedddom.  

the kids got lots of other things they liked a lot.  another big hit was the karaoke machine.  i actually have been considering this gift since about july, but couldn't commit unless i found a ibuprofen delivery service. oddly enough that doesn't exist.  surprisingly, the kids singing at 8000 decibels and even the disco light show coming off the front doesn't bother me in the least.  baby j is a LOUD TALKER anyway, so really karaoke j isn't that much different.  the thing that does bother me that i didn't even consider is the awful, awful squealing noise that the kids make when they get too close to the machine with the microphones.  it's like edward scissorhands' nails on a chalkboard.  j and c are completely oblivious to the noise, which either means a. i was a dog in a former life or b. they both need their hearing checked.  

they also got legos this year. i can confirm that any house that contains legos should be osha regulated.

so that's what is happening in our neck of the woods.*

(*i am sorry i stole your catch phrase al roker).

Thursday, November 21, 2013

our house

our house... which is not in the middle of our street, but rather situated nicely at the top of a little hill (great for sledding)!

please share with anyone who you think might be interested, isn't interested but lives in Colorado Springs, doesn't live in Colorado Springs but may live in Colorado Springs sometime and wants a great investment property or heck, share it with someone who might know someone. I'm ok to go all 8 degrees of Kevin bacon on this.

see? not in the middle of our street.

bedroom 1, view 1. you like dinosaurs? I'll totally leave that stuff if it'll sweeten the deal. c'mon, everyone loves a trex.

bedroom 2, view 2

bedroom 2, view 1.

bedroom 2, view 2

laundry room. where you gets your clothes so fresh and so clean, clean. I just went too far right then, huh?

master bedroom, view 1.

master bedroom, view 2

master bedroom, view 3- that door leads to the bathroom.

stand-alone shower. acoustics: great for singing. privacy toilet room aka poop closet to right.

big ole tub. big enough for a 7 month pregnant woman and 2 preschoolers to fit no problem.

double vanity. I only use half of that so basically the other half is brand new.

walk-in closet. you could totally hang up way more stuff if you didn't have a $10 goodwill chest of drawers in there to hold all your Army crap stuff.

den picture 1

den looking into kitchen. that cut out is excellent for keeping and eye on your kids/yelling at them.

another view of the den

and yet another because why not?

looking into the kitchen from the cutout.

kitchen view from eat in area

kitchen looking towards eat-in. you'll note the mini kitchen/ aka "C, GO COOK IN YOUR KITCHEN AND GET AWAY FROM THE HOT STOVE!"

kids' bathroom, view 1

kids' bathroom, view 2. "heeeeyyyy, arm! welcome to the party"

downstairs kitchenette/ in-law coffee preparing area/ popcorn popping area for movie night


you bet your pool shark backside that pool table stays with the house. see? don't you really want to buy the house now?

there are 2 more bedrooms and 1 more bathroom in the basement that I didn't take pictures of because my battery was at like .002% and why come look at the house if you get all the pictures upfront. you see, I'm a lady of mystery and intrigue.

share it! share it, please!!!

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

to the future owners of our home

a friend suggested to me that we write a letter to the prospective buyers of our house. I thought it was a great idea and happily wrote one. this is what I came up with:

p.s. I do appreciate any input/feedback you may have. I want this letter to help us stand out among the crowd.

future owners,

we are the Drews. there are 4 (and a half) of us. we moved to Colorado Springs and this house in 2010 when the Army assigned us here.

we were attracted to this home initially because of the safety of the neighborhood, the layout and the proximity to a grocery store, target, and walmart. and we've grown to appreciate the closeness to several restaurants on the nights when we're just too tired to cook. some of our favorite things now about the house are the master tub/stand alone shower, closeness of our children's rooms to the master, laundry room on the main level, kitchen cut-out to den, and the pool table!

we bought this home in November 2010 from a precious elderly couple who had made the decision to move to a retirement home. when we moved in, I was 4 months pregnant with our now 2.5 year old daughter (who I delivered at St. Francis-- the hospital one street up off of powers) and our son was 11 months old.

during our time in this house, we've celebrated 2 first birthdays, 2 second birthdays, a 3rd birthday and soon a 4th, brought home a beautiful baby girl, endured a year long deployment, enjoyed 3 Christmases, "hiked" the back plain area, rocked babies for endless hours, sledded down the front lawn in winter, watched countless movies in the den, hosted tons of friends, cooked thousands of meals in the kitchen, and, of course, shared so many happy memories.

although we are sad to leave our home for the last 3 years, we are excited about our new adventures- and new addition (another daughter in early February)! it is our hope that you love the home as much as we do. we wish for you that you have many firsts here and even more happy memories than we could imagine.

thank you for taking the time to read this letter. we can't wait for you to make this house your home.

-The Drews

Thursday, November 14, 2013

pinched getting on my nerves

strange things happen to pregnant people, but extra strange things happen to people who have Michelle duggar floppy uteruses and carry 6 weeks ahead.

every pregnancy, starting around 8-9 weeks my back gets all weird and sometimes makes it where my legs won't work right.

the first time it happened this year is when we had a bunch of friends here for 4th of July. I was laying on the floor and j jumped on my legs, which sent my back to a not nice place. I pretty much screamed like the you are not a Christian crazy lady and our very sweet friends took all the kids downstairs while I got pulled up off the floor and, consequently, slung together some language that would get me the lead in any Quentin Tarantino movie.

even though I stay at home, I (up until today) had not had my back get thrown out while I was home alone with the kids.

I've been doing a lot trying to get the house ready for staging. yesterday my back really hurt me, but it wasn't until I got stuck on the toilet and daddy j had to drag/carry me to bed that it started acting up. thankfully the day was done so I went to bed, woke up, and all seemed well today.

this afternoon I moved a few Tupperwares up from the basement and that must have been the straw that broke this elephants back. I sat down on the floor with c and got stuck. completely stuck. my left leg was completely numb and my back was acting a fool.

thankfully, i was still formulating a plan for how to care for the two small children in my charge from the floor when daddy j let me know he was on his way home. I managed to kinda scoot myself on one buttcheek over to the couch to try and use it to pull myself up. no dice.

I informed j and c they had to be on their best behavior because mommy was stuck on the floor. apparently that translates in kindnese to take advantage of the situation because within 60 seconds they had pulled a chair up to the pantry and retrieved down a 2 gallon ziplock bag of candy and were in a sugary free for all. opportunist.

they were kind enough to bring me one piece or so every 6 or 7 they ate themselves. I had about 5 if that gives you any indication of the amount they ate. I appreciate their ingenuity, I didn't particularly a appreciate their sugar high, but what was I to do?

daddy j got home about 35 minutes after my initial realization that I was stuck and came and helped me right up. I figured he appreciated the fact that I was fully dressed unlike the night before with the toilet situation.

I had asked him this morning to go on his lunch break to get me a heating pad. fortuitous. after he scooped me up from the floor, I have the old heating pad a spin around the couch. thankfully it's feeling much better.

I still have 4 closets to clean out tomorrow, so I'm considering grabbing an extension cord and a belt, strapping myself and my heating pad into a rolly chair and Charlie Mike (continue mission). Apparently Colorado weather doesn't care if you only have 5 days to prep for a yard sale, the winter weather comes whenever it wants. Saturday garage sale it is.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

school pictures: j edition

one of my kids is truly a photobug.

this one:

I want to climb into the picture and kiss his face. he's a doll. gah.

j is my little pumpkin. he is just the most laid back (99% of the time) little man. he is friendly and sociable and just all around a great kid. that's not to say c isn't. there is no sweeter child on the planet than c when she is being nice. none. however, when c is in a mood (be it silly, determined, mad, or sad) you'd better saddle up to a cold one because you're gonna need a drink.

the photographer doesn't know my kids from Adam. literally. and somehow this man captured my daily life without having a clue as to who he was dealing with. I think this guy might just be a psychic or genius.

so there you have it. school pictures 2013.

I can't wait to see where m's personality fits in with these two larger than life characters.