Moving...

I'm moving next week and it sucks.  This has to be the 20th time I have moved in the last 20 years.  I can't stand it!  I am also very sad to say that I'm getting good at moving. I can't wait till I'm married one day and I finally have a home of my own, then I will live there forever... I will die in that house.  Wait and see, it will happen.  Anyways, I thought I'd start blogging and getting my thoughts out there.  I've needed an outlet for all of my rants and what better way than to put it on the internet for the whole world to see?  So to start my first rant off, let me just tell you how much I hate to move.  I wish like hell there was a magic wand somewhere that I can wave and everything be automaticly set up.  Not to mention this time around, I am not only moving mine and my daughter's things. I'm also moving my mother's things.  I have to do all of this crap BY MYSELF while my mother is working.  Now, normally I wouldn't mind, but the woman isn't even helping me pack up the house!  What the Fuck is that about?  So today instead of helping me pack or starting on her own shit, you know what she does?  She goes to get her nails done.  Seriously?!  My entire closet is packed along with most of the living room, and I did all of that in a day and a half.  Also, I can't get a man's help for shit.  This is why I need a husband, so I can have a man around to help with all of manly things that I can't physically do myself.  My "friend" Erica was also suppose to help me out but I haven't heard from that bitch in about a week.  What a cunt. Anyways, moving pretty much sucks a giant man's meat stick.  Have a bitchin' day people.