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me as a baby

June 2007

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me as a baby

So, I needed to bitch.

Hey! I haven't posted here in awhile. A couple major events have happened in my life: Ericka graduated college (she did not just graduate from college, but she graduated from UC Berkeley), and we moved into what used to be her grandparent's house. Ericka didn't go to her graduation ceremony, so we've been meaning to have a graduation party for her at the new place. The only problem is we are OVERWHELMED with the amount of work we have to do. The house was vacant since Ericka's grandfather had the very first surgery, so it was vacant for about a year, but everything Ericka's grandparent's owned was still there, so we had to clean the place out. We started cleaning the place up before we moved in, and we still haven't finished taking everything out of the house we no longer want, and we've barely started cleaning. The kitchen sink looks disgusting, and the bathroom is pretty dingy. Ericka's mother (also known as mother in law from hell) spent about a month attempting to clean out the house, but all she accomplished was a small pile of junk that she moved into the entryway. This means it was basically our responsibility to empty out the house. This did not bother me in the beginning because I thought it was our duty to do something to deserve such a generous gift from Ericka's grandmother (well, especially me since I don't have years of being  a granddaughter, and I feel kind of like a mooch),  but we can't do it all on our own! At least we can't move all of the big furniture on our own, and if we must do it on our own, then others (ahem, Ericka's mother) should at least follow our system, instead of doing things like adding extra furniture from Ericka's parent's house into an already cramped garage, and forcing us to determine what to do with it. Then when we put it on the large shelf hanging in the garage to make space for the stuff in the house we needed to put in there, and the stuff we had we that we needed to put in there, she acted like a wounded puppy.


Yeah, moving furniture and extensive house cleaning is frustrating. I'm going back to central Illinois this weekend to get my things and move back in with my family. I'm really not looking forward to all the cleaning.
It's good to hear from you, as it has been a while.

I hear you about the mess. Mom has piled up an incredible amount of papers that is taking so long for her to clean up. My strategy is usually to tackle one area and take it completion so that I have at least some sense of accomplishment, not to mention a cleaner space. Well, mom has her papers scattered in several rooms and tries to do all of them in one day, then gets burnt out and leaves it there for the cats to come in and urinate on them, if they manage to slip into the room when we are not looking. Yes, they have their method of marking things to remove, much like spraying orange X's on trees to chop down, LOL. We did manage to move an old avocado refrigerator of the garage, since we have to get a new one to replace the dying on in our kitchen. We are really hoping that the delivery person will take both the junker frigs.

Good luck with everything.