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Bad Onely Activities: Bumblebee Removal « Onely: Single and Happy — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 10:48:36 +0000

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Tag-team Blogging « Onely: Single and Happy — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 10:16:27 +0000

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onely — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 13:33:55 +0000

Lori and Singlutionary — OH, MOVING (in its various forms). Yes, it is always painful for me, but luckily I have been able to gather up enough friends each time I’ve moved that it isn’t as horrible of an experience as either of you have had!

When I moved to Louisville in July 2007, everyone who helped me move took off as soon as all the furniture was sitting in my apartment. To go to sleep that night, I had to build my bed, alone — not too horrible, but still difficult b/c it’s a queen-size bed and I am a petite person. The two worst pieces of furniture were my desk (which is a corner desk and therefore difficult to stand up without two people) and my futon. Putting my futon together made me cry.

Thanks for sharing!
– L

By: lp

lp — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:16:40 +0000

i did finally hear about the horrible ice storm, after i emerged from my las-vegas induced cave-like stupor. thanks to you, ms. lisa

By: lori

lori — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 20:14:29 +0000

Ya, moving onelyly is an adventure- seven years ago in Houston, one Friday morning I packed a Ryder truck almost all by myself because everyone was already at a wedding rehearsal I was late getting to (5 hours away). I was nearly panicked but it got done with the help of the delivery guys at the futon shop next door. After the weekend wedding hoo-ha (my poor cat slept in the truck for two days because she was too drugged to move) I drove from east Texas to Reno, stopping two nights at the exit motels to sleep in Tucumcari, NM and Kingman, AZ. That was sketch, and it was rough haul (2,000+ miles) but I did it and without incident. After I got home and found a place to live, my family decided to leave for the weekend so I had to unload by myself; that is until the cute guy next door saw me struggling with a t.v. stand and helped me out with the big stuff.

Yes, that week taught me just how badass I am! Thanks for the reminder.