Moving on up...

To a bigger house. Mom keeps complaining that we have too much stuff. Well, we're going to have to buy stuff to fill this house. We gave away a lot of furniture that dad wishes we still had. Mom doesn't. She wants to buy new stuff. I've been packing, racking, and stacking (oh... no one gets that here...) since 9 AM. I told Brother Piano Teacher not to come this week. It's an absolute mad house here. There are packing peanuts and boxes, full and empty, everywhere. I've got a stack five boxes high in my room. I was desprately trying to compress my shoes into one box. I've bought 4 pairs since we moved here and they didn't even fit in one box the first time, so I don't know what I was thinking. It seems a bit over kill to have just moved 8 months ago and now we're doing it again. After this time (my fourth house), we won't be going anywhere for a long time. (YAY!!!!) This house is great y'all. Everyone has to come out, spend the night, and come out in service as well. A sister that comes out on Tuesdays has the totally awesome Farmington territory. Yesssssss! I can't wait. It's so boonies out there. Dirt roads and all. It touches Greene county. But so, a few notes to myself as far as things to remember when I move out, and some pointers for others:

• Keep books dusted weekly and you won't have an asthma attack when taking them off the shelves.
• Don't try and put 24 pairs of shoes in one box. Just don't.
• Never give up the boxes that have your name on them. Stupid sheets and towels. We have a lot of SHEETS.
• Don't start dancing around to "Zac and Sara." You're bound to fall over some boxes.
• Don't put all your yearbooks in one box. And if you do, don't try and pick it up.
• Make sure nothing odd is written on your boxes. No funky little drawings or once cool sayings. They don't look right 8 months later.
• Don't let your sister write on your boxes either, or people will think you smell like poo.
• Sharipes must keep their caps on when not in use. Those fumes are strong enough to make you fall over boxes, especaily if you start dancing to "Zac and Sara." And they make marks... everywhere...

So! Tomorrow is the big day! I'm doing out in service and someone has to take care of my stuffs. ALL my stuffs. Well, I have to go finish packing now... gack. My room is almost done. The laundry pantry is done and so is Mehsha's and my bathroom. I can't wait!