It has been exactly two weeks since I moved into my house and I have to say SUPER FUN! I love my house. I love that I will always have a place to park Little Blue Car. I love that everyone living in my house has a space to call their own...
For now, however, let us go back to September 14th.....the Sunday after the big move, like, the very next day after the big day of moving and now we are surrounded by boxes and more boxes....
Had trouble sleeping that first night here because it was so new and exciting and all the things I needed to do and didn't want to do and really couldn't decided what to do first. Seriously, what do you do first? I CAN say that two weeks later I've managed to do a little of everything....but we really need to talk about Sunday after the move.
Actually, we need to go back to March 2013. That is truly when the nonsense began and if you are a new reader it is very important to go back to my old blog posts to read every juicy detail....about The Gifter. Really, you should go back and read About a Zipper and Barter as that is where this nonsense truly begins. The beginning is always followed by some meaty middle parts which is where you need to go and read Leaflet Project 1 Segment 3 AND Another Troll and then wander over to Birthday Bash and More Mystery and by then you will be all caught up to current and probably ready for what is about to be written.
What truly amazes me about The Gifter is that they were able to continue this fun game for a year and a half and I seriously had no idea who was responsible. NONE. Seriously! No idea. Luckily for me I am forgetful enough to not obsess about things too long and was able to forget in between new trolls showing up so I didn't go completely bonkers and it kept things fun. If I were still in my 30's I may have interrogated the entire city of Juneau and possibly resorted to torture to get the answers I wanted (and quite possibly answers I didn't want), but thankfully I am into my middle age and have calmed down a bit (except for cross stitching...still crazy for it and it consumes my mind at all times).
Alright, so here we are in the house on Sunday morning, September 14th and I am unpacking boxes and trying to get the kitchen somewhat organized. Since moving in I have successfully broken the washer, killed a shelf (which tried to kill me), and spent two weeks figuring out that I hated the new NCC and it had to move.....dang it...back to Sunday morning...
In the kitchen, boxes, packing paper, dishes, pots and pans, glassware, moving cart covered in glass mixing, baking and storage bowls...all of this in the way, clutter and mess.....my daughter in my personal space, my housemate hovering, phone is texting and ringing....everyone NEEDS to calm down, it's Sunday morning for Pete's sake! I'm getting flustered just remembering how chaotic it was on such a lovely morning!
My daughter and I were talking and I was trying to get things done but she really was in my space. Leah calls to see "how things are going" and I just attribute that to her being a nervous landlord and her wanting everything perfect for us because she's pretty awesome like that, we chat for a bit and ring off, and I go back to figuring out which drawer to put the utensils and flatware into. Daughter beside me, housemate hovering, we are chatting away and I pull open a top drawer and there is an orange bag that had "To Carla - Welcome Home! The Gifter" on it.
I pull the little bag out of the drawer and there, inside the bag, is a really big and very patriotic TROLL!!
He's a big one! At that moment the light went on. I called Leah back since now I understood that her earlier call wasn't because she was a nervous landlord, it's because she was DYING TO KNOW when I would open the damn drawer and find the troll! She's hilarious.....
Leah then tried saying silly things like "Well the house has been empty for months and lots of other people have come through there and blah, blah, blah....but she and I both knew the jig was up! My question to her now was "Will I be finding trolls in the rice now? Or stuffed in odd places only to be found months later?" and her reply was "Stop it! You are giving me ideas!" followed by a giggle....which means she IS thinking of things and this could go on for years to come.
It turns out that this final troll was not only known by Leah, but my daughter and housemate. The other trolls were known by fellow conspirators who are not going to be named but you know who you are and are now on the "list of people I should have tortured for information" as you all DENIED any knowledge or wrong doing. Naughty, naughty! How Leah conspired with so many and the secret of "The Gifter" remained secret for a year and a half I will never know. How completely AWESOME!
Now my mind turns to what on earth could I do to "return the favor" so to speak? The wheels turn slowly but an idea will come and when it does it will be EPIC.....something to do with knives...oh wait...no that idea is for something else, sorry!
Until Next Time.....Happy Creating!