Tonight Wayne asked me what I wanted to do. I told him part of me wanted a margarita, part of me wanted to go see the movie "Arthur" and part of me just wanted something chocolate. A margarita is a pretty easy go-to thing with me. They're good. I like them. Easy enough. I wanted to see "Arthur" because I thought it might make me laugh. The bad part is I get really restless and the idea of having to sit in my chair for 2 hours makes me feel tied down, for lack of a better way to put it. Besides, I think walking around the theater during the movie is probably frowned upon. And the chocolate thing...I've just been wanting something chocolate for a couple of days. Maybe it's seeing all the Easter candy around. So I ended up with a margarita and a half. Yes, I waste alcohol. I almost never finish what I order. I am a ridiculous lighweight when it comes to that. The other day I ordered what, on the menu, looked delicious. It was a cherry limeade margarita. I took a few sips and it was just not that good. Besides the weird flavor it was too strong. By the time I was "finished" with it, it looked like I'd barely touched it. So I had Wayne drink a big ol' swig of it because I didn't want to seem rude for not drinking it. Yes...I know! ((eyeroll)) And instead of chocolate, I was distracted by my favorite candy, Hot Tamales. So basically my night consisted of the aforementioned (excellent use of that word!) margarita(s), a trip to Target to buy some wooden hangers, a cable for our newly purchased bedroom TV, a box of Hot Tamales and home to line some more shelves (which involved me nicely slicing my finger).
Besides all that excitement, this week has been kind of a hard one for me.
It's no secret that I don't do moves well. It's the old OCD monster. I've learned how to deal with it to a degree. I mean, I know what to expect, I know that it is what it is and it will go away, I'll adjust. But it's when I'm in the thick of it that's hard. In terms of that I'm doing pretty well. Wayne thinks I've just been too in my head this week and that's what's causing me some problems. I spend a great majority of my time when I'm home either in my bedroom either reading or napping. It's the place I'm most comfortable, it's quiet, not in anybody's way and vice versa. Basically, this is not my norm. I had gotten so used to working and having someplace to be, someone expecting me to be somewhere or do something that all this time has been hard to deal with. Earlier in the week, we had been told our furniture and things would be arriving this week. That would have taken up some time and given me projects. And I am a project girl! Not to be confused with a girl from the projects! ;) But that didn't happen, so basically it's just been a rough week. I know that a lot of this is par for the course with a move. I've done it enough times that I recognize it for what it is. Fast forward a couple of months and things will be fine. But normal doesn't become normal overnight. I have to allow time to do its thing and just adjust. I guess that's just the problem though, I can't fast forward. I'm used to doing everything fast and just getting it done at the pace that I want it done and I have no control over this. I may admit to be a little bit of a control freak who gets irritated when her shelf liner doesn't go in straight!
And just to round this off with a little but of funny, Rhett's up here telling me about his time at Chuck E. Cheese tonight (Wayne took them after we got back from Target). So, I told him that that's where I got him, as a prize at Chuck E. Cheese for having so many tickets. He seemed to not believe that, so I said "Ooookay, it was actually Dave and Busters!" He sat here thinking it over for a minute and said, "I don't believe that, I know I was born on a Mississippi bridge." Whaaaaa????? Where did he come up with that?
So happy you did not go to see "Arthur". It is without a doubt the worse movie EVER made. My sister, sister in law and myself went Tuesday and walked out before we even finished our popcorn if that gives you any idea how bad is was. Hope your funiture comes this week so you'll have lots to do. After working 30 plus yrs it has been hard to fill 5 or 6 days a week. Thank goodness Ashley and Rhett have kids and live very close to me. Nothing like a child to brighten your days.
Posted by: Judy Morris | April 16, 2011 at 11:09 AM