Crazy Conversation, Moving My Mom, and a Guy Named Joe...

What you are about to read is an actual thread that occurred on my Facebook page. I have changed the names to protect the innocent, though just how innocent my friends are is debatable.  

STATUS UPDATE

 

Tanya Eby: This weekend my mom moves into Kealoha's house. I already have a bald spot because of the stress this is causing me. #CrazyMotherAlert March 24 at 12:01pm

 

Kealoha:

As a side note, I have already moved out of my house. I am NOT moving in with Tanya's mom! March 24 at 12:04pm ·                       

 

Tanya Eby:

You do realize with mom moving three blocks away, we have officially become a sitcom. March 24 at 12:06pm

 

Megan:

Brain Overloaded.

March 24 at 12:08.

 

Kealoha: As long as we don't have the Nutty Neighbor who randomly drops by. Seriously, we've got plenty of nuttiness to go around!

March 24 at 12:09pm

 

Lindsey:

I think it would be more funny if Kealoha *were* moving in with Tanya's mom. awkward....

March 24 at 12:10pm Kealoha:

*DISLIKE*

March 24 at 12:11pm

 

Lindsey:

Boy would Tanya have something to blog about then!

March 24 at 12:11pm

 

Megan:

I think Tanya's mom should move into Tanya's house with both of them, then Tanya should move out into Kealoha's place, then they should find another house that's only, like, 4 houses away from Tanya's original house, and Kealoha can move into that one. With the cats. THEN they can play musical houses.

March 24 at 12:13pm ·

 

Tanya Eby: Dudes. You're killing me. I'm having a panic attack.

March 24 at 12:15pm

 

Megan:

Can't SOMEONE just live in the garage? I don't care who, but someone???

March 24 at 12:16pm

 

Kealoha:

OK, I'm picking up limes tonight for Mai-Tais.

March 24 at 12:16pm

 

Megan:

At which house?

March 24 at 12:17pm

 

Kealoha:

I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE!!!

March 24 at 12:17pm

 

Megan:

Awesome.

March 24 at 12:17pm

 

Megan:

Thank God the kids don't have a tree house. I mean, THANK GOD.

March 24 at 12:19pm

 

Kealhoa:

There's is the playset... wait.. WHY AM I FUELING THE FIRE!!! AAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!

March 24 at 12:20pm

 

Megan:

My work is done here.

March 24 at 12:21pm

 

Robby:

Don't think of it as stress...think of it as your next book.

March 24 at 12:45pm

 

 

Robby’s right. This is certainly fuel for the next book, whatever that book will be. And I haven’t even told you about the move itself! I can’t even speak about it yet. Let me first say that my mom is a wonderful being. If you don’t believe me, read a previous blog I did on her. But holy cow, she’s a pack rat. Like a hoarder. Her apartment was crammed full of stuff. No wonder she’s so excited about moving into a house! She needs the space.

 

I can’t put into words  how much stuff she had, except to say that we moved her from a one bedroom apartment to a three bedroom house and ended up putting most of the stuff in the garage because it wouldn’t fit in the house. Not to mention weird things we found. Boxes and boxes of fabric, weaving looms, ribbons. And the strangest was a box marked “Temporary Holding Container” from a funeral home. Kealoha looked at the box, realized it had ashes in it and said to my mom “Anne, who is this?”

 

My mom looked at the box and said “Oh, that’s Joe.”

There’s a long story there too. Suffice it to say, Joe is in the garage until his wife comes to get him. Apparently they’ve been separated for years, ever since his death. If she doesn’t come soon, we’re going to give Joe a proper send off. Hopefully, he’d find all this funny. If he really was as a shaman like my mom says, then maybe he can help us all find the deeper meaning to this. My mom now lives three blocks from us. Let the sitcom begin!