For those of you paying attention, the blog has a new title. Instead of the not quite exciting adventures it is now the even less exciting adventures. That's right, we're officially (all) in Burlington. How...anticlimactic.
Despite the (all too appropriate) title of the blog, it has been a rather exciting week. Last week was my last week at work. It was full of goodbyes, hugs, tears, and a baby shower! (not mine!) I also stretched out the cleaning and packing way too long. I figured everything I had to do would be easy. Wrong. Not the first time my judgment has been wrong. Ask my father: I suck at anything that has to do with packing and moving. Thankfully a good friend of mine came over Thursday to help me clean. Then she and another friend came Friday to help pack. This friend even stored some of our things in her 2nd bedroom over the weekend until I could pick them up Sunday.
Now for the drive home. It was the scariest drive I have ever made, no exaggeration. I drove through what I have now discovered was a derecho. There was winds trying to push my car into the next lane. There was lighting going off several strikes a second. There was heavy rain. There was hail. There was limited visibility. There were patches of fog. There was one person and three animals in a tightly packed car with a sometimes-working AC and fogged up windows. Needless to say, I was utterly relieved to make it to the house in Burlington. At one point in the drive Booboo crawled over and sat right next to me because he was so scared.
Then Monday comes and what does it bring us? More bad weather. This is only one of two warnings we received that day. I actually spent about 15 minutes in the basement with the pets and the laptop. I have since found my travel weather radio. (Although I did discover that our wireless does in fact reach the basement.) Luckily the tornado hooked south and we didn't see any of it.
Tuesday was also stormy. So was Wednesday. Wednesday was when we had some terrible wind and heavy rain. Luckily the only damage was some (small) branches torn off the trees in the yard. And of course this entire time it was inhumanely hot and humid, which grew worse yesterday and today because of the uninterrupted sun. (What is up with Midwest weather?)
Since it was either too stormy or too hot, I spent most of the week in the house. And the cable was out for three days. And Matt was away at the training. Which leads me to my next bit of news: the pets. I am about ready to give them all up for adoption!
Booboo: My only real irritation with Booboo is that he has been incredibly clingy. I know dogs can be clingy by nature, but this goes beyond normal. I don't do clingy too well. I'm pretty sure it has everything to do with all the changes and probably some separation anxiety since Matt's been gone so much. The thing is, even with Matt here--Matt will be sitting on the couch, arms open to Booboo, and Booboo will still jump into my lap no matter that it's occupied by the laptop. But I can't be mad at him right now. He's lying down upstairs (which is strange since me and Matt are downstairs) and his nose is dry. I think he has a little heat exhaustion/dehydration. He follows me up and down the stairs as I unpack, and that's a lot of work for a little dog.
Drac: Drac hasn't really been too bad. He cries for food and attention, which is normal. He tears around the house at random times which is normal. The only times I've gotten mad at him were when he followed Jenkins into the basement (more on that later) and today when I found him on the counter trying to get to the dog food. Oh, and when he finds bugs in the house he doesn't kill them. He plays with them until he gets bored, and then leaves them so they can find ME to crawl on. Yuck!
Jenkins: Oh Jenkins, where do I start. At the apartment he knocked the sliding screen door off its track and led Drac onto the balcony. At the new house: he has broken 4 out of 5 sets of blinds (2 could be Drac, but it's unlikely), he opened the door to the basement and led Drac in an exploration down there, he hung himself on a set of blinds, he knocked an entire bag of cat food onto the floor and proceeded to eat the food even when it had landed in the litter box, and he and Drac somehow knocked there food dish off the dryer onto the floor while it was full and while they WERE EATING IT! He is seriously acting out. I'm not sure if he's mad about the move or about Matt being gone, but he is a rebel without a cause.
Of course through all this I still love them dearly. After all, I am still able to find times when I think, you guys are too cute. Except Jenkins. Lately, everytime he looks at me I just know he's silently cussing me out.
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