Moving Miskins... the long awaited pictures.

morgy tries to beat off the infamous psymon, as we pack the trailer the night before the big move. this was from the rental place... *shudder at the name*. isnt her face hilarious in this picture?? the thing is, she was "posing" for a "senior picture" and i took it when she wasnt ready.











gordon believes he can fly!!! note how hard we are working... note: all these pictures are from the day we had the great rain, that i published about a while back. this was the afternoon before the rains fell... so thats to put stuff in perspective. the container came the next day. it took me forever to get this picture right. one day i'll put the other ones up... he looks hilarious!

THE NEW HOUSE!!! it looks nice from the front eh? up by the balcony thing... thats where dads study is.

gordon rode to the new house in the trailer... to make sure it stayed shut, and to keep our stuff from like falling out. doesnt he look happy?

mom supervises the work as it is done from the comfort of her beach chair, with a cup of coffee.

our lounge. it looks better now. we couldnt really walk through all that without having to climb over a couch or two.

gordon and i get some shut-eye after a LONG day of moving and unpacking. we were all tired from all the moving, except rupert. he had tons of energy. and we were very glad to have him back.

ok, so the move. the container came... so we had to hire a moving company to help us unpack it. so it was one of the easiest moves ive ever done... i think i only carried one thing into the house...:D. it was sooo wierd to see all our stuff again after three or four months... but it was great!! morgy had SOOO many boxes... the moving company guys when they saw a box that said "morgan's room..." they were like "ooh, morgan..." and they would know EXACTLY where to take it. it was really funny. the move was happy and sad... unpacking everything that reminded me sooo much of all you guys... and all the crazy fun times we had! but still... im glad to have our stuff. we each have our own room... except gordon, who doesnt have a room yet!:D:D:D. hes staying in a small little room that my mom wants as her study, until the room outside (the granny flat) is fixed up, so that he can live there. it took us about a week to unpack absolutely everything... which is pretty fast. we had help though. one thing that distressed me greatly was... the ABSENCE OF PIGGY!! i couldnt find him ANYWHERE!! (for any who need more info on who piggy is, email me). but after about... three days, when the burdetts came to help us (good friends of ours) auntie jean found him... i was sooo glad!! i missed him quite a bit. as you can probably tell from the pictures, our house was in CHAOS for a while... but we had to get it all sorted out, since sarah vandenberg was coming that saturday... it was hectic!! but we had help from tristin and tarryn as well (girls from church... theyre sooo nice). they helped us out a tooon!! the whole moving thing was reaally tiring... we went to bed really early at night, with sore bodies, and REALLY sore feet. the passage way in our house is EXTRA long... and we had to commute down it quite a bit... believe you me!! carrying the various little things we found in totally random boxes from the very front of our house to my parents room... it's a loooooooong trek to repeat about one hundred times a day. i swear, i walked about three miles in that week!! and it wasnt long after we had just gotten everything sorted out, when a friend brought sam the painter so paint our place. so now that our house is in order its being painted. the entrance hall and the lounge have been painted... and now my room is being done. so just as i was comfortably moved in to my room, i had to move out again. its cool though, i was sick of the mustard yellow walls. so ya. i hope the pictures say alot, and that you enjoyed them. there arent that many of me, coz i took most of the pics... :D. so dont feel bad if you dont see like...any of me. harrharr!! bye!

ps... i had this great picture of gordon that i wanted to put up...but i accidentaly deleted it, and now it wont upload.... GRRRR!!! he was lying in his temporary abode, on his mattress on the floor, and all you could see was his head. and his room around him was a total MESS!! omw, i love that picture. he looks like such a total doofus... and depicts him in his natural habitat: bed. he also has a crisis where his computer wasnt working... which was horrible. he was terribly disappointed. but hes doing fine without it now...JUUUST KIIDDING!! he got it to work, and is very glad about that. i think its the one thing out of all our stuff that he missed the most. i missed piggy, and the piano a lot. but thats about all. i'll post more pictures of the move and of life soon, coz there are TONS of pictures that you guys would like.

AN POST SHALL GLADDEN THEE, ONE DAY!!

HEAR YE, HEAR YE!! ye frequenters of yon bonny blog!!! an update is forthcoming, do not let thine spirits assail thee!!! i shall make time in mine busy schedule to pen a post worth reading and proclaiming to neighbouring villages!! i have no time as of this current day, but shall make for thee a post, but there is bad news! this post shall probably only come in many moons!! but keep a stiff upper lip, hold thine head high, and walk bravely, with an twinkle in thine eye and spring in thine step, knowing that a post is forthcoming to gladden saddened and melancholy hearts, as you well know i endeavour to do!!!

The Great Rain of 2006 & The Rental House's Final Blow

ok, as you have probably figured out, this has to do with a lot of rain. not only that, but we were in this rain. so here it goes. it was the 10th of april, at night. it was the last night we would be at the rental place, and we had just got done moving most of our stuff from the rental to the new house. note, gordon and i had taken all our clothes to the other house, and the only clothes morgy had at the rental place was her pjs (a grey longsleeve shirt, and little shorts. not very warm). we were just arriving back at the rental place from our other house, and it was POURING. i have not seen rain like this in a very long time. it was coming down in rivers. so we pulled up the driveway, and gordon, willing to be the hero of the hour, offered to run to the front door, and unlock the "gate" in front of it, and the door, thus allowing the rest of the family not to be very wet. he dashed out into the night, with great fanfare from the family, dad playing his bag pipes out the window and morgy, mom, and i singing songs to his praise. just kidding. he dashed out, and we waited in the car for a while. morgy then discovered an umbrella, and said she and i should go give it to him, to aid him in his noble struggle. the puddles outside the car were almost knee deep (:D) and i wished i wasnt wearing my "granny slippers" (aka: little brown shoes). so we toddled out the car, bearing the umbrella for gordon, to see him standing in a waterfall, i kid you not. the roof jutted out just enough for all the rainwater to pour off of it in torrents, and gordon could stand nowhere where it didnt reach and soak him. he was fed up, since he couldnt find the right key (there were two on the bunch that looked exactly the same, but only one worked for the gate) and he was soooaked to the bone. we walked up and i asked "need an umbrella?" haha. gordon then shoved the keys into my surprised face and told me to do it. i was caught off gaurd, but rose to the moment. casting aside my cloak, i removed my shoes and nobly shouted "hold my shoes!!" and chucked them at gordon and morgy. my feet were cold. any how, i went to the door, and balancing the umbrella on my shoulder with my chin, i started trying to get the gate unlocked. gordon was watching me, when dad ran up, telling him he had a total lack of initiative. dad then ran to a little porch thing, under a roof (across the driveway) from whence he proceeded to reprimand gordon, who was very mad. i finally figured out i had the wrong key, and tried the other one. after a few twists, it worked. phew. i unlocked the front door then, and told gordon to go give the umbrella to dad and morgy. they came to the house unscathed, and i had to dash out to the car to give mom the umbrella. then i ran back into the house without it thinking "what the hey, im soaked already!!" i was barefoot, and very cold. we all got into the house, shivering.
as i said, gordon and i had no other clothes. but AAAH!! dad did. so what?? we all borrowed dads clothes. morgys jeans were rather wet, so she cast them aside, and put on her pjs. i got dads sweatpants and a tshirt of his. gordon was soaked to the bone, as he had been standing under what was almost the niagra falls for the span of almost 5 minutes of pure chines torture. in compassion, i said i would find other pants to wear, and let him use the sweaties since his jeans had enough water in them to supply a drought stricken country with water for weeks. he was awfully grateful, and he donned those, and one of dads tshirts. i said if he had a moustache and glasses, i would have called him "gordthur" he looked that much like dad. anyhow, morgy soon figured out that her pjs were too cold, so she clad herself in dads pjs. it was hiillllaaaaarious to see her in those...!! she looked so... saggy and stuff. omw, i had a good laugh at her. and me? what pants did our compassionate hero garb herself with? morgy's jeans were, as i said, damp, so i wore those. they were too small, and very tight, but dads tshirt was long and it covered the tightness and the zipper that didnt quite make it. we were all very cold, except mom and dad who never got very wet through this whole ordeal. but wait!! the story doesnt end there!
supper that night was a simple affair, left over veggies from a bygone century, ribs, and some fries. we made do though, and ate the food gratefully. dad was sitting on a rickety little stool that i usually eat supper on. any sudden move on that thing, and you go flying. during the course of the meal, dad was demonstrating something that required him to fling his arms in wide arcs. as he did so, the stool tipped, and he went soaring through the kitchen and crashing into the closets behind him. he was still sitting on the floor, surrounded by the laughter of the rest of his family, and by his own chuckles, when his upper arm was siezed by a terrific spasm. still with his merciless family laughing their heads off at him, he made all the noises he usually does in these moments of spasms... "oooooh, aaaaaah.. hahaha (he was still half chuckling) eeeeeeh... oooh...love, help me!" mom dashed to his side and asked him "whats wrong?" we figured out a way to help him, and the spasm ended. it was rather hilarious and all that... and a bang of a finish to the rental-house era. that night we all slept rather well, i was still very cold, and my toes were frozen. but it was the last night, and if a house had a sense of humour, this rental house had the last laugh.
i will post on our move with pictures when we have the pics on our computer, and when i get all my thoughts together about what to write.
tata