more moving

I swear I live in Hell. Figurativly, cause the house that I live in is the greatest HOME I've ever had and I've only lived there for a couple of weeks.

So tonight I called my mom and told her I'd be over around 5 to pick some more of my stuff up and she was like okay. Well I left around 4 and it only takes 5-6 minutes to get from here to there, so I stopped at the flower shop to see Anne. So of course I ended up helpign since tomorrow is mother's day. Well I noticed it was getting really close to 5 and that I was still needed so I called my mom and told her that I was running late and that I probably woudn't be over till 6. So then she got an attitude and I was like well you know you don't have to be there for me to get my stuff I do have a key, and she was like "no, that's okay". I guess she doens't want me alone in her house.

So I left what I was doing and went over to get my stuff, I didn't want to have to hear it. So I got the stuff out of the closet where it had been shoved and heavy things put on the top shelf and put it all in the backseat area of my car. Then I asked mom for help with my desk cause I wasn't asking her husband. Well she was in the middle of dressing the baby so I went into the attic and got som more of my boxes. Then she asked her husband to carry it out. Well it didnt' fit into the back of my car so I had to leave it there. Along with my chair and my bike.

Then since that didn't fit I put the stuff from the attic in my car and those boxes were heavy but heaven forbid someone say can I help. LIFE SUCKS!

Went back to the shop afterwards and saw Anne she gonna let me work for her tomorrow so I can make some extra cash. She rox.

cHELLe ROCKS!!!