Here we go again

The Grand Taking All My Ex's Crap To Her New Home Trek of 2006 is over. It all began with me driving my ass over to my friend's apartment. They took me to the airport, where I picked up my fine automobile: a Kia Serrento. I drove this silver chariot back to my apartment.
I had approximately 40 minutes to pack the car and get the hell out of dodge. Right away I knew there would be a space problem. A chair that seems little in a living room is HUGE in a smallish SUV. So little chair has to stay home. The dresser was the next biggest item and it fit ok. But it also made it impossible to then pack the filing cabinet. So I had to empty the contents. The rest went inside the car fairly easily. Off I go! Woo!

Thanks to the new love in my life, Sarah Vowell, the first six hours just flew by. I had bought her book, The Partly Cloudy Patriot, in audio form for the ride up. If it wasn't illegal to stalk people or if it wasn't generally viewed as an activity of the insane, I would totally stalk Sarah Vowell.
For those of you wondering to yourself, "Who the FUCK is Sarah Vowell?" Well....
here
or here
or here
(specifically listen to the music episode found on the Our Favorite Shows link)

Anywho the rest of the trip... boring. I made fantastic time though. A little less than 12 hours. Pulled into the Ex's new apartment. Unloaded all the crap. Set up a shelf for her. Got the hell out. No hug, no kiss, no hand shake. I barely looked at her. She fawned and giggled and was extremely complimentary. I made sure to leave as soon as possible.

Then I hung out with my family for the rest of the weekend. My cousin's daughter Amanda was adorable. She's four and she is such a fricking ham. It made me giggle. I gave her piggy back rides, shared war stories about little brothers (hers is almost 2, "He can't help it. He's a baby," she said.), and she used me as a pillow cause she didn't want to use her big girl bed for a nap. And besides, "I'm just sleepy. Not nappy."
Kids. So damn cute. And totally germ factories. I caught a cold from Matt the little brother. It's not a big deal. I'll nyquil and VapoRub myself tonight and hopefully it will get me better as soon as possible.

I also hung out with my aunts and uncles and grandparents. My grandparents are getting on in years and I want to make sure I spend as much time as possible with them. We talked about work and how to advance in the world and about football and how two teams we really didn't care about were really playing a great game. Right before I left, we hit a Mexican place for dinner. I think pretty much any time I've visited the area we've gone to this place. It's ok. Not quite sure why everyone is so ecstatic. It's a thing.

Then it was off to the airport and back home. My friends picked me up and got me back to my car. I got back to the apartment where my cat was waiting to meow it me mercilessly for leaving her alone for a weekend. She's nuts. The cat.

That's it. That was the grand weekend. I have an appointment with my over-the-counter medication.