The Plan

We are on our way out the door to go to our going away dinner.

Earlier we took a bunch of lawn care and food stuff to Emily.

Tomorrow the moving truck will be here - 9 am sharp. We will load all of the furniture, except the couch, mattresses and tvs. Over the next three days the boys and I will pack the boxes and other miscellaneous crap in around the furniture.

Last night I had a small (Ahem. Yeah... small. That's the story I'm sticking with) meltdown. I have no idea why. This is my third long distance move - although this one is the longest.

Marty assured me that it isn't as bad as it looks. I assured him that it is worse than it looks. I am sure the truth lies somewhere in the middle. We will see tomorrow.

Tomorrow night Emily and I are going to a bon fire. I think we will be the only non-medical people there. I will feel really smart. lol There will be alcohol, so that might level the playing field a bit. (I don't drink.) I kill me sometimes.

Sunday, Emily is bringing her God daughters over for pizza and a movie. Oldest God daughter is the one who asked Christian to homecoming and her best friend is the one who asked Alex. Unfortunately, we were in Ohio for my grandpas funeral and they couldn't go.

Monday we are finishing up around here, doing the final walk through with the landlord - who by the way is a total ass clown (remind me to tell you why later) and then we are going to dinner at Marty's restaurant with Emily and her son.

We are leaving at 6am on Tuesday and driving straight through to Nashville where we are staying in a nice hotel with a pool and lots of restaurants around.

On Wednesday we are driving the 4 or so hours to Meridian. They are waiting for us, and the boys and I will see our new house (apartment) for the first time.

Marty doesn't have to be at work until the following Monday, so we are going to just throw everything in to the apartment and explore the area - and eat lots of good southern food. I swear to god that I will eat some good real southern bbq within 24 hours of arriving. That is a promise.

Oh, and by the way - I am giving us a month to eat whatever we want and then we are going to start watching what we eat again. I hate feeling like crap all the time, but not as much as I would hate missing all of this good southern food I am dreaming about.

Yeah. That's about it.