Man I’ve got the best family and we’ve got the best friends and hockey friends ever!

So Ray-bone and I have been a little MIA this week because

a) we were laying helplessly under mounds of our acquired CRAP that we’re trying to sort and pack (thanks a lot for NOTICING and sending HELP, you BASTARDS!!!), then once dislodged from under 27 years of possessions, we had to

b) catch our flight to San Fran to see G’s 243,000 long-lost cousins, aunts, uncles, “just call everyone who is about your age cousin and everyone else auntie or uncle” at the family reunion
PLUS G’s two best chick friends -she does have a few- Jo from HS & Tina from college,

aaaaaaand

c) come back and try to sort out wtf we’re doing with all the aforementioned crap… add the 243,000 new cousins, aunts, uncles, omg-we-must-be-the-entire-Hawaiian-population-of-the-WORLD to our Facebook accounts… finish up our LAST ROUND OF SHOTS!!!… and enjoy our LAST hockey games at the rink!

And man we’re stoked tonight! Not only did we win the first game of playoffs to advance to the second round (unfortunately in the same night, pant pant pant where is my f-ing inhaler), but we also got to see how much our hockey friends RULE when our friend Jessi came armed tonight with a stack of fliers (thanks Rob!), advertising a donation party she is full-on sponsoring for us at the rink next Saturday!!

How much awesomeness is that!? We will get to drink beer, socialize, and even play two hours of pickup hockey with our buddies, while raising some money for the trip – and Jessi has generously offered to match whatever is donated!! Omg…people frigging RULE! Ray and I feel very honored and privileged to be living a life so full and rich and inclusive of such great people. Yeah life is good!

The trip is exactly two weeks away now, and once we figure out where all this crap in our house is going to go, we will be feeling pretty sweet. Ray leaves tomorrow for his cousin’s wedding in North Carolina, mom comes in on Saturday, and before we know it we’re going to be having some very dysfunctional wtf-have-we-done posts for you up here. It’s all coming together now!

Now I’m not gonna lie, Ray and I have been getting a little testy with each other with all the stuff in our heads that we’re trying to get done and keep straight, and the trip has been canceled and un-canceled a few times this week. So anyone out there who might be planning a similar venture with your dear sweet significant-other-that-you-randomly-hate-for-15-minute-bouts, don’t worry, that’s perfectly normal.

We’ve just built it into our checklist of “Things to Do” in order to accommodate:

Things to Do

1. eat live Typhoid virus

2. make arm hate you one more time and tell it it’s for its own good because Meningitis can lead to amputation and you don’t want that now do you, Arm? Ok then now simmer down and shut up.

3. Hate Ray for half an hour. Cancel trip.

4. Make nice, re-instate trip and continue packing up house. Stuff 27 years of belongings into 3 boxes and beg parents and friends to store said boxes

5. Continue begging parents and friends to help with storage when they say “sorry, our garage/attic/basement/we’re not storing your boxes please just go away/storage unit is full.”

5a. Use puppy eyes in extreme cases.

6. Fill prescription for a medium-sized pharmacy and wonder how you’re going to fit three years of gear plus a Walgreens into one backpack.

Decide that in order to do so, there will have to be some downsizing and explain to your nether regions, “Really, Nether Regions, you don’t need any more than two pairs of underwear for three years. Man up.”

…and also explain to your mothers, “Really mom, we know what we’re doing.”

7. Hate G for half an hour. Cancel trip.

8. Make nice, re-instate trip. Feel accomplished with all you’ve gotten done – then look around at all that is left to do.

9. Go to your happy place.

10. Forget your happy place, you can’t find it buried under all the boxes so just sit in a corner and rock back and forth for awhile. What trip? I don’t see any trip.

See, everything is going along just swimmingly. Really mom, we know what we’re doing.