Saturday, April 12, 2008

Getting Settled In... Sorta Kinda

Well, we made it halfway across the country. The lovely yet talented Mrs 618 flew to Boston to visit a friend while mybrother and I completed the packing and loaded the truck, then drove to northern New England.

(Note to self: never, ever, ever decide to drive a 26-foot U-Haul towing a Honda Civic halfway across the country. Especially if the trip includes New York State.)

Noble brother decided it was more important for him toreturn to work than to help me unload the truck. So I did it. All by myself. Bad knees, bad hip, and all.

I thought I was gonna die.

On the other hand, up here in the boonies of northern New England, I can finally get DSL again. No nore dial-up, thank God.

More in a day or so, including pictures of the lovely yet spacious 618Rants World Headquarters.

BTW, a belated Happy Birfday to the lovely yet talented Mr Conservatard! He's now legal in all 50 states.


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  2. Hell, mayunn, if you was moving, why didn't you hit up yer ol' Aunti Annti for some advice about U-Haul, those fuckers with the yellow trucks (I've sublimated both names acquainted with those bastids, mergers and division notwithstanding) and so forth and so on! I've moved over 30 times in my life, if I can't help with the heavy lifting, I can damned well throw some advice your way!

    Not that any of it will be worth a shit to you NOW, but hell. You coulda asked. Pfft.

  3. And no, not one move was ever due to an eviction, so shaddup. Okay, there was that time when we got the eviction notice ON MY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY from the bankruptcy court (and not a single fucking republicunt wanted to bail OUR asses out, for damned sure!!!), but that was the Fallen Uterus and Her Dick's faults.

    Just thought that I should clarify.


    And yes, all of my birthdays suck like that. For my "sweet 16," my great-grandmother died. It just goes downhill from there.