The house gets packed!

I think I will go back and forth in time on my blog. It is my blog, so I am the boss. Kinda a nice feeling. And I know I'm an English teacher---but really, who has time to edit these days? I know you want INSTANT gratification on my stories, so the less I edit, the faster you get results.

I really despise books that go back and forth through time without letting the reader know. I will be the story teller who tells you exactly where we are in time. We are going back to Friday the 13th of February. I should have known by the date it was going to be a horrible day. I wasn't really thinking through the pack on the 12th, load semi/close on the KS house/move out of KS house/close on the Indiana property remotely from KS/say goodbye to many memories of my favorite house on the FREAKIN THIRTEENTH!!! I do believe God was sitting in his rocking chair, with a big bag of popcorn on his lap, watching the comedy unfold.

Wichita Sister

The nephew

I discovered an entire SCRAPBOOK closet wasn't packed in my basement and had to call the moving company, a nice man from Butler Rural Electric shows up to DISCONNECT my electric because the winners who bought my Kansas property didn't take the time to put the utilities in their name. DUH!?! Who forgets to do this? (For those reading for content...this electric shut off should have been what we in the English field call...foreshadowing....) This is all before EIGHT in the morning. Wichita Sister and nephew show up a bit after this to join in the fun!

So, Wichita Sister gets to see the rest of the day unfold. (Hold on to your hats because it unfolds by golly!)

By 11:30 the representative for the IN close is supposed to be at my house to have us sign the papers. She calls saying she is clear on the west side of Wichita waiting on paperwork and won't be there until at least 12:30. Now, I'm stuck at an empty house, but the best thing that happened all day was Ms. Music Teacher brought me lunch! So stoked because she brought On The Border! Woot! I have yet to find a good Mexican place in IN. 

Ms. Music Teacher

By 12:30 the rep (which will now be referred to as Ms. Whitetrash) is still MIA. She calls around 1:00 to tell me she drove half way to my house before she remembered the paperwork for the close was sitting on her kitchen counter. Now, how mind you, is the paperwork that was on the west side of Wichita miraculously on HER kitchen counter?!?! Ms. Whitetrash finally arrives to learn my real name is AMERICA not Amy and ALL the paperwork is wrong. She gets on the phone and proceeds to yell at the title company about her lack of pay, her being her and waiting forever on the paperwork ALL in front of us....meanwhile, a nice young man pops his head into the kitchen to let us know he has shut off the water in the house. COULD THIS GET ANYMORE CRAZY?!?! Sometime during this mess Ms. Music Teacher leaves, my mom shows up and my kids are outside because it is so glorious and because they are scared of my W_R_A_T_H. Wichita Sister gracefully takes all children out to the driveway to watch my house get emptied, not onto the truck, no, no, because I have so much wonderfully stuff (edited for my children to read) they have to use every possible space, so ALL of my belongings are out on my driveway. YOU SHOULD HAVE seen how slow my neighbors were driving by. I will not miss Wisteria Lane....back to Ms. Whitetrash.

Ms.Whitetrash is now on my porch ranting and raving about how horrible this experience has been, she finally gets off the phone and returns to my kitchen table where Ryan and I are still sitting. I tell her as calmly as I can her behavior is unacceptable, it is unprofessional to discuss pay in front of her clients, and we need to sign the paperwork so she can remove herself from my house. OMG. YES, I really said that out loud. I felt like Meg Ryan in the scene from You've Got Mail. (I've added the clip so you could enjoy what I felt like!) 

At 5:00 the Realtors are wanting to know when we are going to be out of the house. The contract stated clearly we were to be out by 7:00 on Friday the 13th. Hindsight, I wish I would have stuck to Sunday as the new owners became vultures! They kept driving by and texting. Here is what they saw as the continuously drove around my house:

Did they really need to ask when are we going to be out? Really?????

By 6:30 I was at Los Cocos in Derby, KS enjoying some fine margaritas with some friends. I could have probably drank the pitcher. Did I mention the water people came back at 4 and unlocked our water but were told NOT to turn it on? Those evil people who bought our house didn't want to pay for our water, but were SO INTELLIGENT they didn't even remember to change over the utilities? Somedays it doesn't pay to be nice. I shouldn't have let my Realtor know everything had been shut off.

Now, I am a ranting, raving mess. I will go work on Gotham City and post new pics of my progress tomorrow.....I can't even finish telling you about Friday the 13th. I'm done. Peace out.