So this is one of those posts where I will be whining and all the rest of you will laugh and say, "yeah, I wish I had your problems!" Regardless I feel the need to whine about this.
I'm kind of freaking out silently here. Having this whole house thing hanging over my head is daunting enough, because not only are there all the issues related to getting the mortgage approved, and actually closing on the house, then there are all the physical and emotional aspects of moving itself.
When you add in my last week and plans for the upcoming weeks there's a lot going on!
Forward to this week, I have a fairly open schedule, except for the fact that Friday night Fran and I have to host a board meeting. In most cases this is no big problem, however since the group that the board manages is a community-based group board meetings are similar to dinner parties. I have no problems hosting a dinner party, but when the dining table is covered with three feet of "precious items" and there is a radius of a foot and a half of "precious items" surrounding the table, that's when it gets scary. Many of these items in the table are precious Disney items we bought last week.
So not only do I have to dig out the table, and cook dinner for half a dozen people Friday night. I have to turn around and do it again Saturday night, except that's a picnic at the Hollywood Bowl. I gave up on a main dish for this and we're just going to pick up a bucket of KFC. I'll make the sides and desserts.
The following week all I have to do is my daily chores and packing for the move, with the exception of Wednesday when I go out to the parks to hang out with Pam! Then there is the weekend. Saturday at 1PM we meet other band members in Hollywood with a rental truck to load up all the percussion instruments that we need for the concert. Hopefully we can relax after that.
The next day is the concert and those are always crazy days for me. Everyone in the band asks me whenever there is a question. This could be anything from "Where do we put our cases?" to phone calls during the sound check, "what time should we be there?" By the end of the day I am usually a frazzled mess and can't wait to get to dinner and have a drink!
If I make it through here with half my sanity in tact, I should be home free. Until then I'm just going to bite my nails and let my stomach churn as I worry about the house all the while.
Very very nice
What is Jenny's DIS name? 
Just wait until you see my outfit!
I can even " see " the Bobbies ( police ) with the chalk outline around you and your IPad
Hope you don't get picked! I always get the summons, but every single time, it's been dismissed (knock on wood!)
