A Plague of Locusts has been through my home

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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OK, it was just my sister but it had the same effect.

My sister was going to come this weekend to pick up her furniture. On Tuesday my mom came over to help me pack up my sister’s stuff (my mom has been dumpster diving at work to get boxes for my sister.) She also agreed to come over yesterday so I wouldn’t be so outnumber by my sister, her boyfriend, and his wife. (Yes, it’s weird. I discussed it in another thread that I’m too lazy to look up right now.)

My mom showed up at ten thirty and started helping me pack. My sister showed up at two, with no truck, because some ditzy woman at UHaul told her she didn’t need a reservation. She then vents her spleen on ME, because I went and made copies of all the apartment info so she could take them since she’s still on the lease. But - GASP! - I didn’t staple them the same way they were and OMG! They’re not in the same exact order! and WTH! She doesn’t get the originals?!

I go in my room to start picking it up, because I was planning on making them help me move my kimono drawers (it didn’t happen, because everyone was tired and drenched in sweat and I’m not heartless)

My sister’s boyfriend and his wife show up and help my sister pack. This consists of her removing EVERYTHING of hers that’s in the kitchen, including silverware, all the organizing stuff, and the hooks and screws off the walls. (And let me point out, my sister is moving in with THEM. They have a fully stocked kitchen. I’m assuming my sister did it as a jab at me.)

So we, and by ‘we’, I mean mostly my mom, pack up my sister’s stuff. My sister and the guy go get the truck (from the next town over where UHaul finally had one). The guy and his wife start moving furniture (they’re young and in good shape. I only fall under one of those categories, despite what my sister thinks.) My mom is in charge of packing the truck (she’s good at that. My mom is a packing GOD.). I’m in charge of… handing my sister stuff. :rolleyes:

My sister decides she should take the couch because “gas and renting a truck is so expensive.” Where’s this couch going to go? It’ll be stored in the garage.

We have a fight because she wants to take one of the bookcases I said she couldn’t have and she’ll buy me a new one at IKEA. Yeah, no. Between me, my mom, and the wife, we finally get her to agree to buy herself one at IKEA.

My dad comes over to help carry down boxes. I help carry stuff. We all end up drenched in sweat and exhausted. My sister then wants us all to have dinner together. My mom lies and says she just wants to go home. My sister and the guy and wife leave. I take my parents out for dinner.

Now I have things to eat off of, but nothing to eat off them with. I have a wok, a skillet, a ladle, one serving spatula, a few mixing spatulas, and sharp knives. I have two bookshelves, a dinner room set, a cat tree, my desk, and my bedroom stuff. I’ll be shopping today.

On the other hand, I’m pretty much done with my sister now. She has a few things to pick up off the bookshelves and she can still spend the night here (my parent’s also have a guest room, but they expect things like her going to bed at a reasonable time and getting up after eight hours and things like that.)

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Where’s the cat?

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And why can she still spend the night there?

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You bitched at your sister to take her stuff, and she took her stuff. You got what you wanted, go buy some silverware.

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How long until she has a falling out wth her new boyfriend and his wife and moves back in with you?

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Erm. I’ve obviously missed a thread or two about this. I suppose I’ll go see if I can find it, but in the mean time “Bad locusts! Naughty, naughty locusts!!!”

::heads off in search of context::

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I still have Durga and Star. She still has Stella and Salmon. I need to go buy another cat carrier.

Well, she is on the lease. And I’m trying not to be a utterly heartless bitch. Y’know, it seems to be I put updates on my LJ (strictly friends-locked, because I’m not stupid), that I didn’t put here. Well, basically it comes down to we finally talked, she finally realized that it wasn’t ever going to work (giant duh, I know), the reason she had been moving so slow was that she was scared (sob! I hate it when people cry. It pisses me off.), and that when she was living here she never felt comfortable (“in her own home” sob Did I mention that crying pisses me off?) (and I never felt comfortable any time she was there, so she can just bite me). So we’ve more or less resolved things. I told her she was welcome to spend night and to move back if things didn’t work out. I didn’t tell her that if she moves back I’m moving out.

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You bitched at your sister to take her stuff, and she took her stuff. You got what you wanted, go buy some silverware.quote]
Damn right I did! I damn right I will! =^_^= Unfortunately, I’m being picky. I’ve got some plastic stuff until I find what I want (which I’m pretty sure is mismatched sets from the thrift store)

It was just insane how she rampaged through the place to get all her stuff. And once again, I had no warning. :rolleyes:

So basically this is half-happy & relieved, half-‘my sister is INSANE!’