Currently Living Out of Boxes

I’m recovering from this weekend, but I’m quite certain it’s going to be a slow, long recovery judging by the numbers of boxes in my NEW CONDO. I swear, those boxes multiplied and replenished the 2nd bedroom while I was sleeping. One day, I anticipate that I will actually know where to find my toothbrush or the kitty’s medicine (one of the boxes ate the syringe).

Larrie is officially a homeowner

Well, make that a condo-owner.

According to Abe, “This place was small, but now it’s a home.”

Finally, I have my own home, even if there are many boxes raising families inside (I start charging rent in June) and pictures leaning against walls where they will one day hang. However, last night, my dad helped me to hang a fabulous and mightily large painting in the living room. I HEART my new place. Seriously.

Boxing for many hours

After closing with the title company on Friday, then grabbing some food at The Dodo with the parents and Maren, the boxing began. At first, I walked into my bedroom and began dancing around on a small footstool with my magic wand, but nothing would fly into the carpet bag on the floor. Turns out, I would have to MANUALLY LABOR to box all of my books and shoes. Eleven boxes later (sometime on Sunday night), the books were off the shelves and into little white boxes. Good thing I have a large bookshelf. One day, those same books will be OUT of those boxes and onto that large bookshelf. On that day, I shall celebrate.

I took a few breaks between boxing. I slept for a few hours on Friday night. I stopped by Jennie’s and Jarv’s new place Saturday morning to scrub the bathroom floor for a bit. I picked up the keys to my new place from the seller’s agent. Ooo, and I went to Lagoon. That was a fabulous break with Maren, Alaska and Joel-in-the-box. The Catapult, I’ll have you know, shoots you very high in the air. I told this to Joel, while we were shooting through the air. Just in case he hadn’t noticed:

“We are SO HIGH!”

By Monday morning, I had shut my last box, just a short time before Todd and Mary Lynn came with their trailer and Mick came with his Suburban. The rain was absolutely fabulous, too! I really wish that the next time I move, it rains on my mattress. It’s okay though, internet, because it was under the tarp while I “helped” James and Joel put it in the trailer. (I put the tarp on and followed them up the driveway. Good thing I work out and have such HUGE muscles.)

Speaking of muscles

Everything—table, chairs, couch, entertainment center, bookshelf, bed, dresser, shoes, books—was loaded in an hour. Clearly, I didn’t do that on my own. The moving crew showed up which consisted of brothers, my parents, their friends and a few friends from my ward (and Jon—who I didn’t forget, but the sentence was getting too list-y and wasn’t reading very smoothly, shucks). Thankfully, all of the muscles came to help.

Just try to imagine: I’m standing inside the dining area of my new home watching as four men are standing on the grass lifting the 6’x6’ bookshelf up over their heads, to the three men standing on my little balcony/porch to lift that same bookshelf over the railing, flip it, twist it and suddenly, it’s inside against the wall. IMPRESSIVE! Within an hour, my new home was filled with the “everything” mentioned earlier and the bookshelf AND entertainment center came in by being lifted up over the railing and in through the sliding door.

Sleeping in my own place

Minyo, Pogi and I slept in my new home last night. Correction: I slept a little bit; Minyo and Pogi investigated all the corners of this tiny new place. I am still in awe with how quickly everything was moved and quite grateful for the help of family and friends—especially the help of men with muscles. (Thanks Mom, Dad, Mary Lynn, Todd, Mick, Abe, Pete, James, Maren, Joel, Lindsey, Loni, David, and Jon!)

Therapy Thursdays: My Bros Rock


Okay kids, here’s a new weekly edition to my awesome blog (we’ll see how many weeks I can consecutively keep this idea going): A little therapy session with Larrie (LRE) and the good doctor (DOC). I did this once in one of my journals the summer after high school and I went off on the poor DOC about being nervous about college and missing D-Dawg (even though I broke up with him)… and yet I still think of my past as the “good ol’ days,” ha!

DOC: Let’s talk about your brothers.

LRE: Yes, let us.

DOC: Okay, how do you feel about your relationships with them?

LRE: I feel a sort of warm fuzzy feeling inside because honestly, how many people have enough brothers to fill all their brother-needs? There’s the big-brother-tease, big-brother-bully, big-brother-goof, little-brother-tough-guy and little-brother-cutie. Don’t tell my brothers that I called ANY of them cutie. They’re all ROBUST, HARDY and MANLY.

DOC: They bully you?

LRE: Don’t sound so worried. It’s normal and if anybody hasn’t dealt with bullying, they’re probably whiners in the real world. And BOO to whiners, ya know?

DOC: Do you see your brothers often?

LRE: After I tell you this, you’ll probably explain that there can always be too much of a good thing, but I could care less to take your advice on this one, doc. Now that all of my bros live here in the city, I basically see them once a week. And then there’s the online stuff, like Facebook, MSN Messenger, blogs, emails, etc. Jarv usually gets the Reply-All emails going that keep us all connected at work. Mick checks in with me in Messenger or the all-new, fancy Facebook chat. And Pete and Jamis text a bunch. Thane’s been busy getting ready for the MCAT so I chase him down every now and then.

DOC: Do you have relationships with them other than the geeky ones?

LRE: Now you’re just not sounding particularly professional there, doc. Course I do. I work out with Pete and James… check out my muscles (DOC is so impressed). I show up at Mick’s at random times to see his kids, bug him about techy-geeky stuff and chat with Tracy about dating and such. I see Jarv when he eats food at my parents’ house and then we dragged my dad along to watch the Jazz game at Mick’s last night. I went over to Thane’s for lunch today. He updated me on his kitty, Mobster who was hit by a car, but is doing much better. See? I have bueno relationships with them. And they all offer me advice on different things: Mick—tech, Jarv—dating, Pete—financial, Thane—soccer/cats, and James—his dating. Okay so Jamis doesn’t really dole out the advice, but I seem to think that I’m big and important and can possibly give him advice about things like getting an F in a math class at mid-terms senior year. (Course, I turned mine into an A, but it’s all about negotiating and if you don’t like your teacher, you don’t really care to spend time in her presence negotiating.)

DOC: So you talk a lot.

LRE: Gee, thanks for your sage advice, mister.

DOC: See you next week.