C-c-c-c-counting down!

This is how much time currently left until the big day. What an intense amount of stress comes with moving to a large city. So much registration for about damn near everything I own! Moving addresses over to the new place and on top of that trying to work and go to school. Here is where I wish I had some fairy godmother who would wave her pretty little wand give me tiny hips and magically move all of my items and unpack them while she was at it. If only....

Oh fairy godmother...can I have killer thighs and all the Coach purses in the world?

Fortunately, I have a great little brother and friend who are willing to help me move my items for the small sum of 50 bucks. 50 bucks you say? Shouldn't your brother want to help you out of the kindness of his heart? Probably not, and I probably wouldn't help him for free either. ;) I also charmed him with the offers of cold drinks afterwards yum!

Where is my blender?!

Moving definitely isn't my favorite thing in the world to be doing. But I think even more so I hate the count down. With this impending move I over think EVERYTHING! Did I forget this or that, hoping that my car will hold all the items that I need it to hold. Or that I didn't break every fragile wine glass that I own. (Sorry in advance Kristen and mom ;) ) If you have any tips to make moving as effortless as sitting on my bum and reading a great novel please do share. As long as it is before my 90 something hours is in effect!

Okay okay okay. I have to get back to the grind. Only 28937428374 more boxes to pack. Sorry Shane! :)

Wish my packing was this organized....