Saturday morning was a productive one as far as moving more stuff goes. Up early, loaded early, and loaded up early. My buddy Dave called me at 6:30 Saturday morning to get my ass out of bed so we could get shit done in time for him to get some surfin' in before he had to take his kid to football practice. I was up late Friday night poundin' beers, crankin some tunes, boxing things up and patching holes in the walls from the zillions of nail-holes that used to hold my zillions of picture frames. I didn't realize how many frames I had hangin until it came time to patch the holes.
6:30 is too damn early to wake up on the weekends in my book, but I'm glad he called me when he did because he got me motivated to start getting things done.
Right on Dave! Thanks man. I owe you one...
I have a week to get out of here and then I'm officially out of here! FUCK YEAH! Before I knew it, we were unloaded, Dave was going about his day, I was in and out of Home Depot with the new drip pans and back home ready to grill some steak and watch the Charger (Choker) game.
My new "landlord" calls me when I'm at the grocery store buying Saturday night steaks and tells me that he's on his way over to help me move my gun safe. At first I was bummed because it was a long day already and I was ready for a few beers, dinner and bed. After I realized how easy it was to move from the old to the new the weight of the world was off my shoulders. I don't remember it being that easy to get into my place, much less out and then into the new place.
That gave me time today to do some seriously cleaning. I want my fuggin' deposit back! This place was dirty, but not thrashed. I bought a new vacuum yesterday and a boat load of cleaning crap and today was the day to get shit done. My folks offered to help me clean the place and I'm glad I took them up on the offer. We kicked some serious ass! Well, I should say Mom kicked this place's ass! She knows all the cool tricks for cleaning blinds, ovens, floors and the whole shabang! Dad was tappin' into my 18-pack and kickin' the carpet's ass with Dirt Devil and havin' fun so I let him go to town with it. My folks fucking rule! Thank you Mom and Dad!
This whole month I was stressin' out about getting this place presentable to get my deposit back but all that stress disappeared this afternoon. I won't get it all back, but if I get 75%, I'm good to go.
This was Friday night hammered sitting on the floor and laughing as Wheelie and Bunker didn't know what to make of the situation until Bunker saw something move on the mirror and went into 'attack mode'. She's still wondering WTF is going on. Wheelie is the mellow one who just lays around and watches.
I'll be here for another week cleaning and moving all the small bullshit. Tonight I bought the week's TV dinners. The grill is getting tossed into the dumpster and I don't want to dirty up the stove, so it's TV dinners until I'm finally in the new place. Check out my current "Entertainment Center" until I'm outta here...
Pretty snazzy huh?
Wheelie and Bunker are going to scramble quicker than wetbacks at the sight of the Minutemen Civil Defense Corps on the border when I open that door to the carrier. Their only problem is that when that door opens, they will have nothing to hide behind or hide under. BWAAAAAHAHAHHA! Poor bastards.
They have no idea how much they will like the new place over this place...
Thank you again Mom and Dad. Thank you Dave. Thank you Kelly and Bill for all the help.
What deposit I get back is going to the move-in party and you're all invited!
This tune is dedicated to the dishonor of our current cocksucking POTUS who takes great pleasure in destroying this great country one piece at a time...
Fuck YOU Obama! Your time is gonna come asshole!