House Industries Make a Special Trip Just For Me!

That's right.
I move to SF and folks come from all over the place to make me feel more welcome.
House, Chuck, Mambley's...

That is so nice of them.

PS- If you haven't bought your favorite Graphic Designer a Holiday gift yet. Be good and buy them the House Ten Year Book. (This is not a plug for this, your favorite, GD. Michael got me the book already...isn't he sweet.)

Holly Crap

With 10 days left until the UPacks arrive, my annual holiday panic has morphed into a holly, jolly, crap pile worthy of Thomas Kincade lights and a bow.

How I conceived that moving over the holidays would be 'easier,' I have no idea...
With holiday parties, and family celebrations, and boxes being packed and boxes being wrapped, and cards being hand written with moving announcements scrunched in after pleasant season's greetings to friends and family who have heard little from me in, what like a year.... Yeah. This is going realy, really well.
Sort of like ripping off a bandaid with a little bit of lemon juice.

But, as with everything... the pain of finishing things up here will begin healing as soon as our cardboard shaped paper cuts close up and then will begin the 5 day drive across our beloved US of A with our even more beloved 19yr old cat, bobert.

Car + Cat + Michael's small bladder + 3000 miles = fun, fun, fun.

And at the end of all that forced march kind of fun will be mountains of real fun with our SF friends (some real and some imagined) as we attempt to turn all of our questionable plans into something both tangible and worthwhile, which we will then call our lives.

SF for my B-Day?!

Ok, so for those in the know... It is totally going to f'n happen... well maybe.
My thoughts are as follows:

1. Miguel and I become homeless on the 31st (great way to start the new year)
• I turned in my 30 day notice today on both my office and home.
• Holy shit I have soooooooooooooo much packing to do!
• Holy F'n Shit F*ck- moving is F'n expensive.
  
• F!
2. After 2 days of driving through bumb F' with Bobert, we will no longer desire to stop and "see america." We'll be full enough on that bad crack.
   
• Bobert is 19... and a cat.
  
• F! We are driving across country with an old, cranky cat (think cranky like PeiMei from Kill Bill)
  
• In the good news category... our little diesel that is our car gets great f'n milage.
  
3. So the f'n reality of this little haphazard trip de la sunshine... is this:
   
• I may end up in SF for my F'n B-Day!!!!!!
  
• And it's an F'n Friday as well............ What fun!

Hmmmm. What a nice B-Day present that would be.....