July 14th…..
Ummmm I honestly can’t sit here and recall a time in my life that I felt so out of place and confused and bewildered and lost and unorganized as I do this very moment. 1/2 my workshop is over at house A… 1/2 my office is over at house A. I’m calling the new house “House A” and this house here, where I sit, House B. It’s been hard to fathom moving from a place I love so well, but we’ve been working on house A so hard lately, that I’m in love with it, I admit it, but won’t be able to exhale until I get to wake up over there one morning and get to cook breakfast, take a shower, receive faxed orders from retailers, get online and be able to print my website orders, STAMP, assemble, ship, cook dinner and R E L A X… My fish tanks still need to be moved over there as well…. supposedly thats supposed to happen tomorrow or Thursday. Fax line, phone line, internet, cable etc is supposedly supposed to be hooked up tomorrow afternoon. So then I can at least move the rest of my office out. The workshop is a work in progress in itself. When you just alter one minute detail in the technique in which you stamp, it throws you for a loop. I’m going to have to get used to new lighting, new noises, just a new space in general, and that is very scary. Especially since I started this business here at house B, and have been doing it here at house B for over 5 years now.. House A has a lot going for it though, and potentially could be better than this house B, but that’s only going to take time.
My dad is currently in town, preparing to leave on Thursday to head up north/east near Idaho somewheres to go fishing with his buddy Bill. He has only been here 24 hours and has already…… unhooked and removed the 2nd 50 gallon water heater in house B (and let me tell you how much of a pain in the ASS THAT was!!! He’s hooked up the gas stove and new microwave at house A. Tonight he’ll be fixing the botch job on the current water heater here at house B……. The guy blows my mind. How he knows how to do all this crap is just mind blowing. He’s got to be one of the most handiest people I’ve ever known. I can only hope to have rubbed some of my knowledge from him…. he’s a stellar guy… and I hope he catches TONS of fish on his trip. 
Rusty here is “trying” to catch some fish… he is sitting here as I type this, just glued to the fish tank next to my desk. A kitten’s head is so jolty and jerky… and just full of curiosity. He is always where I am. If I got up right now and walked out of my office, he’d follow me. I don’t know what kind of bullcrap I read about a MANX being a “man’s cat”… he is MY cat… and I’ll admit I’m not the most feminine woman, but I’m still a woman,, and he is MY cat. That’s ANOTHER thing I’m totally stressed about. The guy who installed the shower pan for our slate shower is also going to be cutting a nice 12″ by 12″ hole in our dining room wall over at house A so that we can install the pimped out cat door for all my babies. Rusty is just NOW getting the hang of the cat door here at house B. No more catbox. If you are a cat owner, then you know really well how FREAKED out and TWEAKED they get when you move. If one of them runs away…… oh dear me… I’ll be devistated, and the move wouldn’t have been worth it. I’m trying to make it as easy as possible, have the entire house set up over there before we put them in the van and cart them to their new pride home. At least they’ll have a HUGE backyard to piss and shit in over there. …. pardon my french… but not only that,,, but they won’t have to meander around with ghetto cats. New neighborhood is wayyyyy nicer. It’s our 2nd home. We are keeping this one to rent out to some folk who are relocating here from Alabama. I think I probably mentioned that in a past blog. Who knows… So not only are we moving…. BAMMMMM we are becoming landlords too… I’ve always HATED that term…. “landlord”… I immediately get this vision in my head of a wizard holding a key.. swaying it back and forth…. and, quite frankly, every landlord I’ve had in my youth were totally assholes,,, so I’m trying to learn from those experiences and I’m going to try and be a good one. Maybe a wizard with a set of keys AND some flowers or something….
So daddy is downstairs napping. There are a zillion things I could be doing right now besides blogging. I’ve got a babysitter here now, watching the kids. Both kids are in camp this week. A whole whopping 4 hours of camp for Maggie everyday, and a 2 hour camp for Anders. He’s in an art camp, she’s in a treasure camp. Whatever happened to the camps where you see in the movies that you drive hours and hours and drop em off and they stay like 4 weeks?? Do they even have those anymore? I tell you what…. the minute we find one, Anders is IN LIKE FLINT!! He’s getting on my every last nerve these last few days. And I realize that there are so many things going on in our lives that are chaotic, and he’s probably feeling a little out of place in all of the moving crap,, but man…. his mouth… his 8 year old mouth …. I seriously wanted to punch him in the mouth this morning. And why….. WHY???? Why do I sit there and tell him to do something and he just sits there and gives me a blank stare………….. like actually waiting for me to physically make him do something. I’ve grabbed his arms more than I’d like to admit this past week….. and said things that I regret… right to his face. I just don’t recall being as disrespectful as he is now when I was 8. I knew there was consequence when I didn’t do what I was told….. and while I’d like to “think” I’m consistent with punishment, so many things have been just let go this past few weeks because of the mass confusion we are all suffering from.
Funny story…. well.. not so funny. Around the 4th… I had a gal order a necklace like… around…. the 25th or so of June.. and she said she needed it by the 4th of July for a birthday. No biggie… I told her she would have it in plenty of time, because she lived like less that 20 miles from me. Maybe, at most, 2 postal days. Same day, had a customer call me and request that I send her order to a gal in Las Vegas, NV as it was a rush for a birthday…… I got the two mixed up, and sent the local womans order to Las Vegas, and sent the other one to the other chick…… L A M E mistake. So today., I dug out the necessary tools to make it all better. Managed to get that squared away, along with an order for some dude in Eugene who wants to take a necklace with him to Alaska on Saturday. I had to have my media team put a blurb on the homepage that I’m currently moving and to give me a few extra days on orders……. I just feel like I’m going in circles. But I’ve always had a real problem in my head when I don’t get orders out w/in 3 days of receiving them … It makes me feel dirty or something… like I’m hoarding people’s money and not doing anything about it. It states on my my website to allow 2 weeks for delivery, and I know with my moving situation, that I’ll be pegging that two week mark ,, and I just need to let it go…. I mean… I”m MOVING for cryin’ outloud…. Thank the heavens above us all that I have Neen onboard… she’s doing all the east coasters that would inevitably take another few days…. I sent her quite a few today, because I just feel like I have no hands. My head isn’t in it.. I’m not on my A game… too much crap going on.. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH bleepity bleep bleep!!! and another thing… I didn’t re-read this one bit, and didn’t edit any spelling errors or bad sentences….. no time…. b-(