aaaaAAHHH Freak Out.

Okay Everyone.
It's time to calm down.

Deep cleansing breaths. In. Out.

There now.

There is no reason for you all to get so worked up over the fact that I'm moving in two months. I appreciate your concern, and the fact that you feel the need to make multitudes of lists in your heads, but never write them down on paper because then you might have to start doing something.

Okay wait.
I think I'm confused.

That would be me.

Two months? For realz? That's like, no time.

We finally got our orders, so the process has officially begun. (For you non-military folks, that just means that the papers that make our assignment official have arrived.)

Josh has already set up our three different moving shipments for the first week in December. We need to divide our belongings into three shipments--
1) Storage-- everything that is not coming to Spain with us. Think useless electronics (voltage differences), lawn equipment (apartment living bonus), furniture that might not fit into smaller bedrooms, etc.

2) Unaccompanied Baggage-- A small shipment of things that in theory arrive faster than your main shipment.
Think things that we might want if we move into an apartment before our main goods arrive. Shower curtain, towels, bedding, pots & pans, etc.

3) Main Shipment-- Furniture and Everything Else.

So now all we have to do is pretend we have some small idea of what our place in Spain will look like, and decide which furniture should go or stay, and what things we need the fastest vs what we can live without for longer. And what things we don't need at all.
So, if one of you can just make those decisions for me, you can e-mail me the results and I'll go back to my couch and bon-bons.

Because I'm finding it a wee bit more complicated than I thought it would. For example. Should we bring our ski pants? After all, we might go skiing once or twice. But on the other hand, storage in an apartment is not plentiful, would we really use it? How about the kids' bikes? Do we bring them and make them part of our living room decor, or do we let them forget how to ride a bike?

In other news.
I've been waging a war in my kitchen.

Two words. One word. A hyphenated word.
Fruit-flies.

I've been smacking the crap out of them left and right. The bodies are everywhere. I leave them there to serve as a witness to their siblings. I will win the battle.
The first step was throwing out the rotting sweet potatoes. 


They are pesky, and persistant, little buggars.


In other, other news. Oooh! Oooh! GuessWhatGuessWhatGuessWhat?

I'm going on a cruise.

Oh, the rest of my family is going too, but that's all secondary. *I* am going on a cruise.
Holla.

We were looking for a vacation for after Josh's graduation in November, and it turns out that cruises the week after a major holiday are discounted. Because who can take a week off the week after Thanksgiving?
We can, yea!
And so we are.

Disney cruise, baby. Do you know that they have kids' clubs on Disney cruises? They do. If you so choose, you can forget you have children between the hours of 9am and 1am.
Not that we would do that, of course.

Ahem.

I mean, we might send them to the club to have a dinner on our own once or twice. Or to go to the adult pool. Or maybe to take a nap. Or go to the gym to make up for the copious amounts of desserts we will eat. Or to walk around Cabo San Lucas. Or to shower in silence. Or...


In other other other news.

Derek had soccer again on Saturday. He still isn't very good, but the important thing is that he doesn't know it.

The kids went to a birthday party this weekend. There was face painting.

Alex decided she wants to be a face painter when she grows up. As well as a ballet instructor, who also designs clothes for her own store.

Derek isn't sure what he wants to do tomorrow.

But that's okay, because he can stay with me forever.

And ever.

As long as he pays rent.