Step One: Find a box with a hole

Step Two: Put your stuff in a box. Step Three: Move your box to Las Vegas, NV. That, for all you Dick in a Box lovers out there.

I have been offered a job with LVMPD and the process has begun to figure out how to move the family cross country. In case you don't know the family is my husband, our daughter, 3 cats and a bad case of the crabs. Hmm, scratch that last part. And no, not literally.

I am actually enjoying the logistics and have made a comprehensive list in Excel of all the different things we need to do before we go. I finally hired carpet cleaners, took the blinds to get repaired and had my dad fix a million things around the house that needed work. Like 8 months ago needed work. I am hoping we will talk with a realtor in the next week and get the house up for sale very soon. Of course, the house needs to sell, for a great price but only when we are exactly ready to move out. I wonder what the odds are of that happening?

The sad part has not kicked in yet. I am not sure when it will but I know it is out there somewhere. Waiting to sneak up on me and kick me in the boob. I can only hope I have made the right decision and all those people (you know who you are) that love me will come visit and visit regularly. We will always have a guest room for you. And the strippers you bring home.