We don’t have internet at home. Take a few seconds and try to wrap your minds around that. No internet. At your home. No weather.com, no maps.google.com, no email, no msnbc.com, no yp.yahoo.com… When we get a phone book I don’t even bring it in the house. I just immediately walk it down to the recycle bin. WHY would you EVER need a phonebook if you have THE INTERNET?!? (I actually rant everytime we get a phonebook because I don’t think they should just drop them off at your doorstep. I think you should only recieve one if you ASK for one because really, I’d rather have the small forrest that was killed to make my ONE phonebook.)

Anyway, we have no internet. It was supposed to go down Monday. It didn’t. When I went out to check my email and to see if Eu had updated her blog first thing Sunday morning… there was NO INTERNET. I actually felt my heart start to race as I began to realize that we probably were taken down a day early. On a Sunday. A day early. Ben has explained to me a number of times the reason we have to be without internet for a WEEK during the moving process. It has something to do with the fact that a workorder for the new service can’t be placed till the old service is off. I think anyway, everytime he mentioned the no internet thing I’d kinda drift off and it took a lot of effort to really listen to the explanation. You know, because he was talking about us having NO INTERNET.

So posts will come from work for the week. Because here I have INTERNET. We are SUPPOSED to have it at the new place by the time we move in though… AND I WILL POST SO MANY PICTURES IT WILL MAKE YOU DIZY!!!

We got a lot packed this weekend. I’d guess at LEAST 70% of the house is done. Ben has the kitchen finished. (He packed the entire kitchen BY HIMSELF. He deserves the Best Man of The Century award.) Most of our bathroom and bedroom are packed except for Ben’s clothes, the last of mine and the junk in the closet. I realized last night as Cassidy stood in front of me staring at me with a rather annoyed look on her face that I had packed ALL her toys already. ALL of them. All that’s left out is a box of Crayola markers and some paper. And she has no INTERNET! Not the smartest move I’ve made. She said that since she has no toys to play with she’ll just be helping me pack every day. Helping me. Pack. That translates to: I will be in your way everytime you turn around and putting things into boxes they don’t go in and questioning your every move and pointing out everything you do wrong because YOU PACKED ALL MY TOYS, YOU IDIOT.

We lucked out and Ben’s car will be at the shop for two weeks so yesterday after work Cameron and I moved boxes that are packed, labeled and taped into his garage spot. That way on moving day we don’t have to make 200 trips up and down stairs. We can just load the truck and go.

So close. Yet so far…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

How are we spending it you ask? By packing!! I don’t mind so much because it means that next weekend we will be in the NEW HOUSE(!!). I’m so excited.

We went to Best Buy today and bought a new washer and dryer. We looked at buying used but after having worked in appliance repair, I know what can go wrong with buying old stuff and I really wanted something that would be more energy and water conserving. Did you know it takes 40 gallons of water to do a large load of laundry. That’s awful. Yeesh. The dryer senses when clothes are dry and stops the dryer even if it has time left. And it’s gas. Hopefully we’ll be saving some long term money.

So, I need to get back to packing. The Man and The Princess should be back soon and I need to make it look like I actually got something done while they were gone.

OH YEAH! I got my dad’s present last night. I love them and the card made me laugh so hard that I had to call Ben and share it right away. It deserves it’s own post though so I’ll do that this evening when I’m taking another.. errr… break.

P.S. - Everybody please keep Eu and her dad in your thoughts and prayers and send them positive vibes. Her whole family needs it right now. I’m thinking of you, Julie.

On Monday at Pasand I told Cassidy that the Simosa’s and Kima Nahn that she loves so much contain lamb. She recoiled.

Cassidy: They take the blood out first though, right?
Me: There is not blood in the meat Cassidy.
Ben: It’s like beef only it’s meat from lambs. You know where beef comes from right?
Cassidy: From Happy Cows.
Me: *start to laugh at what I know is about to come next*
Ben: And where do Happy Cows come from?
Cassidy: CALIFORNIA!!! *laughs at her own joke*
Me: Ahhhh, American media at it’s finest.
Cassidy: *still laughing at herself*
Me: I should blog that.

I find myself saying that far too often about these little conversations and not actually taking the time to sit and write them down fast enough so I forget about them.

So yesterday after we dropped Ben back off at work after taking the deposit to the management company for the NEW HOUSE(!!) Cassidy was being REALLY chatty. She’s been REALLY chatty for about the last two months. TWO. MONTHS.

Cassidy: Mom?
Me: Yup.
Cassidy: Did you blog about that time when Ben said where do happy cows come from and I said california and you laughed and Ben laughed and I laughed because I was really funny?
Me: No, I didn’t. We’ve been really busy.
Cassidy: Are you GOING to blog about it because it was really funny and I think it should be on your website.
Me: Do you?
Cassidy: MmmHmm
Me: Well, we’ll see. Let’s just get home and check your homework and get the stuff done we NEED to get done and we’ll see, okay?
Cassidy: Okay.
*2.4 seconds of silence*
Cassidy: Can I put it on MY website?
Me: *oh no. Not this. Not this conversation.*
Me: Well, your website is kinda broken right now and we are going to be REALLY busy with the move IN A WEEK and my birthday this weekend and our internet connection will go down the 12th and we won’t have it again till when we move into the new house.
Cassidy: So you can fix it then?
Me: *grumble* Yes. I suppose I can.

I changed the subject right away. I wanted to talk to Ben to see how I should handle the rest of the conversation. Last night at dinner I told him about it.

Me: *recounts the conversation in the car*
Me: So then she asked me if SHE could blog on HER website and I might have had a semi freak out moment.
Ben: Does she even know what ‘blog’ means.
Me: She seems to!
Ben: Cassidy, what does ‘blog’ mean?
Cassidy: It’s when you write things on your website in your blog about… things… and stuff.
Me: !!!
Ben: Well, you can write things on your website but FIRST you have to write them down on paper and show us.
Me: *I’m dating the smartest, most level-headed, brilliant man EVER*

She wrote on the table at Macaroni Grill (they GIVE you the crayon’s and the table cloth is PAPER so don’t look at me like that!!):

“I am in second grade. I have friends. I like my friends. My friends are nice.”

And a blogger is born. I’ll get her site up after the move, disable comments, and the girl can blog…

WE GOT THE HOUSE WE GOT THE HOUSE WE GOT THE HOUSE WE GOT THE HOUSE!!! YAY!!

I’ve been absolutley worthless at work today. I’ve gotten stuff done. A lot actually. So maybe I haven’t. But I feel like it. This anticipation is killing me. How long can this take? Hopefully not much longer!!

*starts biting fingernails again*