The unpacking continues

I am so sick of unpacking boxes and having no place to put things for the moment.  Chele land is progressing, there is room to walk in the quilting room, the office is still jammed up with boxes. 

The family room is coming along but we do need a much bigger tv - hello flat screens.  It will be great for playing Wii, I can acutally move foreward without hitting the entertainment center.  Still need to figure out where the pilates machine is going to get set up - I want to be able to see/hear tv while I  torture myself.

All the wardrobe boxes need to be moved to Chele land.  Once we put up shelves (I have to go with Mark), I will be able to unpack most of them and rotate seasons.  What  a concept.  I have way too many t-shirts again,  Winter is coming so I need to move the long sleeved things to the mb closet and put the spring/summer things downstairs.

I was unfriended

Humph.  Jimmy, was it because I defended Parker or because I friended dirt?  That is the very grown up way to deal with issues, just eliminate anyone who might have a different opinion.

Though, if he unfriended me, he won't even see this post.  He must have me blocked from all his posts since I don't think I have read anything by him for over a week.

Must be my time to spam the list

A comment I left in another journal reminded me of this "event."

We had tickets to see Chicago at our local fair.  This was a week after returning from Sturgis so I am still feeling a little ballsy and have absorbed way too much testosterone..  We were taking the bus 1. cheaper 2. special lanes, gets us there faster and back faster.  We are all waiting in line, like civilized people.  There was a gap in the line, it was from us sitting down on the planter.  The line continued behind us. 

Along come 3 punks.  They move right up to the bus stop sign,  ignoring all statements that the line was back there.  They stand there pretending to be reading the schedule.  Bus arrives.  I am on my feet  so fast and tell them the line is back there.  Selective hearing loss.  I put my arm out and block the leader from moving any further.  Some one in line told him not to be rude.  Which he latched on and said we were rude to him, yelling.  I told him he was not getting on the bus ahead of all these other people. I didn't care if that bus loaded around me, I would miss the bus to stop him from getting on.   At this point, his 2 friends have slinked away to the end of the line.  The line to get on the bus is not moving, they are all watching me get in this guys face.  Every so often Mark would tell him to go to the end of the line.  Then the line began yelling for security.  Didn't even know the bus company had security there. 

Security comes.  He asks what the problem is.  I let him know that this gentleman does not seem to understand the concept of the line.  His excuse was he didn't know there was a line.  That didn't fly with security since they saw them come and go right to the front of the line.  Bye bye punk.

We got applause when we boarded the bus.  I think  they hadn't seen someone stand up to some asshole in sometime. 

I can get real brave when I am surrounded by people, some of whom looked like they could take him in a fight.

I suppose it was bad form to flip him off as the bus pulled out.  I had no control over it.