I’m Moving- and this is RIDICULOUS.

SERIOUSLY. Who moves an entire family without having everything lined up in a row?  I’m sitting here in the middle of boxes- garbage- children- I must have heard the name ‘MOM’ 85 times just last night! The dogs are even pissed off!  I catch them talking to each other, saying, “uh-huh, like she’s taking YOU? YOU SHED!”

My cleaning lady just showed up, which is a complete oxymoron in itself, we both just looked at each other, and she turned around and went back home.

How do you pick what’s been important over the years, and what’s become trash? Isn’t there a saying that goes like that, “One man’s trash is another man’s dream?” Well? I can’t TELL!  If I can’t tell- you KNOW my kids are a mess over this?  I keep telling them, “PURGE!”  The worst offender is my husband.  The man can’t handle ‘Change’ in the first place, and he’s got his arms wrapped around his pile of ‘stuff’ and has pretty much threatened my life, if I touch it! I’m smart enough to know, that when I touch it- I touch a little bit at a time, so he can’t tell. Paleeze.

We’re having a house sale next week- of course my Father, (former talk show host for KDKA) Perry Marshall calls- tells me he’s driving in from Pgh on that SAME DAY. I’m desperately trying to convince him not to come, “DADDY! You’re 84- I might have to sell the bed you’d be sleeping in! Stay home!”  NO. He says, “I’ll be your cashier.”  Do you know what a former talk show host, is like? He will talk these customers EARS off.  I won’t make dime ONE.  He’s already ‘guilted me’ into taking the damn piano. When do our parents, stop getting to tell us what to do! Hmm??

These are just FRESH thoughts, as I pack up and get ready to move to Charlotte.  My saving Grace, is that I still get to be on the air Sundays, here at FRESH- until my move!  I have a ‘safe haven’- no kids, no husband- no dogs- no boxes-  just you me and the radio.  How cool is that!