I'll never do this again....

How many times in my life time have I made this proclamation that I shall never move again? More times than I can count... "Never say never" is what I have been told because "never" is a bitter word to eat...

I finally finished moving today, finished cleaning the house, from stem to stern, and loaded the last of my boxes into my car. All that is left to move is one load to go to storage and one load to go to my son's new dwelling. I left him a cutsie little note on his computer and informed him that the cleaning crew (me) had finished, and I was putting him in charge of moving the two final loads...and hoped he could handle that... in truth I had the help of a dear angel friend in the cleaning department...but hey, what he doesn't know won't hurt him...

Needless to say, I am pooped out. At the risk of being a whiner, I dare say that even my knuckles are aching! I'm never gonna do this again!...

I have eaten that bitter word so often in my life, I think I have acquired a taste for it, I fear...

Take good care...
a truly twisted sister

Happy Easter!

I am sorry its late but it technichally is still Easter. May you all be richly belssed this Easter Day with God's Finest. Lots of love...a twisted sister

On the Road Again!

It has been over 3 years since I have had my own car. Three years ago this July 2, my middle son got hit by a fella who ran a red light at a major intersection and totaled my vehicle. It was a miracle that my son even survived the crash considering that the guy was travelling at about 55...But for reasons unknown to all, my son, who never would wear a seat belt, had his seat belt on. I was so grateful that my son wasnt killed that the car, even though it wasnt paid for yet, was an incidental. Cars are expendible, sons are not.

In this day and age, it is a serious handicap to be without wheels unless you live in the big city where there are trains, planes and buses...or a tiny town where bicycles suffice or "Ben and Pat" (bend them knees and pat them feet) do the trick. And I have lived in neither.

Two days ago, My dear son purchased tags for me and I am now the proud owner and driver of a fully legal, fully paid for Toyota Tercel that has a brand new engine in it. Brand new brakes, brand new tires, brand new seat covers!

She is a teal green in color and her name is "Sweet_P"...

It is so very easy and natural to take what we have for granted until we lose it... and it couldn't have come at a better time, given that we are moving...

Best part of all is that I only paid $1150 for it...bought it from a guy I know who builds race cars and fixes up cars to sell. He is a guy I trust, and I know he is honest...a real rarity these days...

Anyway, I'm "On the Road Again" and back in business...Thank you, God!

Well, I am off to resume packing...Lord how I hate moving!!! Will I be glad when this is all over!!!

Thanks for listening! Have a good'un!
a truly twisted sister

Gypsy Blood flows through these veins...

There are few things I hate more than moving, and there are also few things I have done more often!!! And guess what??? I'm doing it again!

The silver lining to this cloud is... since I am so well practiced at it, I am good at it...packing and stacking is my specialty...I am an organized and efficient packer, like it or not. And...I have a place to go to...a point to be truly grateful for...sure beats being a bag lady...

My beloved son informed me that I am the packer, he is the mover...isnt he a jem? My response is..."NO, Son...you are the mover, I am the SHAKER!!!"

O, well. I already have made a start...no dents yet, but an 8 box start. This shall prove to be an interesting and challenging couple of weeks...

Wish me luck!

a truly twisted sister

This is my fellow adventurer, "Stormie"

This is my Bubby, Logan Blade...the Sweetest thing this side of Heaven

"There is no place like home, there is no place like home..."

If I had Dorothy's Ruby Slippers, I'd be clickin' my heels...

And "voila!" I'd be home! And I am! Thank God above!

It has been an action packed week. I flew to Florida to help my middle son and his girlfriend, the mother of my grandson, and their 2 babies pack up and move to Kentucky to a City about 4 hours from me. It was an adventure, to be sure.

At one point, I was driving the 15' Budget truck with their 3-year-old, Stormie, and we missed our I-75 North exit, ending up lost in down town Atlanta...granted, there for awhile it seemed like a nightmarish adventure, but we, Stormie and I, with a little direction from a nice fella in a little E-Bay Consignment Store, made our way back to the correct road and kept on truckin.
I can laugh now but I was storming Heaven at the time...

We arrived and got them moved into a 2nd storie apt about a block from where we were able to park the truck, in the blowin', snowin' ice and mud. The day we left to take me home, I slipped in the mud, feet flying out in front of me and fell flat on my keester in muck. Gymnastics are a bit beyond me at this point in my life and I feel like I have been run over by a Mack. Most painful, however, is my bruised pride. That is why they don't call me Grace...


Now I get to do it all over again in my own castle...My son and I are moving to separate, less costly quarters, and I must pack up the house and take on the moving concept again...I have till April 1 this time tho...anyway, I am glad to be home...I missed my blog...Hope ya'll are safe and well. Thanks for listening! Love to all!
a truly twisted sister!