So we will call this my first blog post! Welcome to my new blog, A Dog (really two) , A Daryl (our zombie killer and mascot ) An RV and some minions (that would be us) . I believe that Heather will be blogging as well and expect it to be increadably more informative and well done then mine . I will let you know when she starts.
While researching full time RV blogs I have found many folks say they wish that they had started blogging before leaving so this is what I will do. There is a lot that goes into preparing for this journey and darn gum it you all should get to share all the fun with us .
Lets catch up to where we are so far shall we?
1) Heather decides that it would be fun to travel the country and teach our home schooled pack, the triple threat, all about the history of our country by actually seeing it first hand. (also time is ticking on how long they will want to be with us 24/7 in a small space).
2) Lee is very apprehensive about traveling due to her pesky PTSD but since Heather and the kids and her service dog will all be there , along with her very own traveling room so she is willing to give it the old college try. ( not to mention that Heather has had to take care of my big bag of anxiety for 5 years and deserves any adventure she wants).
3) We need to leave NY as it is expensive, we live next to the most expensive county in terms of taxes in the COUNTRY. Bit by bit this is creeping into our county and the suburbs of NYC have moved up to 3 hours from the heart of Manhattan. Thousands of commuters are ass-rocketing themselves up here and beyond just so they can afford a house for their families. This is very undesirable as it creates an atmosphere of very cranky tired people.
4) House put on the market sold in less then 2 weeks, we are told that people have finally decided that they are not going to make up the 10's of thousands of dollars they lost on buying in the heyday before the banks flushed us all down the toilet and they are ready to move on and cut their losses. Thinking about our losses makes me want to go on a week long bender so will just pretend it did not happen. But Yeah us , house is sold!
(just keep it coming.....)
4) When we sold said house buyers told us they wanted to be in by Dec 20th ! Its not Dec 20th anymore! Sure we rushed to buy our truck , to be known from here on out at "The Bat" , short for Bad Ass Truck.
Sure we rushed to get our RV into production since the one we wanted exists nowhere in the entire USA or Canada . (You don't get to see that till we pick it up) Sure we prepared nothing for Christmas this year and plugged in our lawn decoration into the wall in the family room and put presents around it. You get the picture...very strange times at the old ranch.
5) Find a place for my parents to live, we found a nice 55 plus community close to everything that seniors would need within spitting distance. A supermarket, A church, A Panero bread (yes to most its Panera bread to my parents, panero) and they can see their doctors office from the parking lot . In other words, senior citizens utopia.
6) Packing Boxes times infinity and moving all our worldly possessions into storage because nothing, I repeat nothing other then you and a few changes of underwear fit in an RV. Not that you need much storage because everything you own is about to be sold at an estate sale. Including the warm pillowcases from behind your head .
7) Hire a really nice lady to sell all of your worldly possessions in an estate sale. Leaving your house kinda looking like this.
And This:
8) Which brings us to today the estate sale worker bees are here sorting whats left. Some will go off to auction, some will go on consignment and some will go to the salvation army. I hate the salvation army but I love that they give stuff to people in need. I know you are DYING to know why I hate the salvation army. No? Well ill tell you anyway.
They use that money they collect in those cute little red kettles for things like lobbying world wide against Gay people. Apparently gods army's number one priority is to rid the world of gay people, or at least keep them in line, hate the sin and all that stuff. I hope that they take Pat Robertson's advice and check furniture for any "Aids rings" we might have left hanging around as we use them to "infect straight people with aids " while walking down the streets and cutting them with our rings. I digress....
So here we sit, people sorting and taking, me watching Alex take his turn in the bathtub, the new favorite sport of the kids as they will miss their "jets" . I think you are all up to speed and I hope to post this without losing it cause it took a heck of a long time! Signing out for now!
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