While going through emails to find a picture of Tiger, I found this gem of an email from Amy describing the move-in day in Gonazales. This will for sure brighten your mood and leave you in stitches.
"Whoa!!! What a crazy but fantastic weekend. First let me say thank you so much Mom and Dad for having me and letting me be a part of the move in process. I feel a lot more comfortable now that I know that you have a house that is very close to wonderful. I'll start with the visit to Gonzales, Donaldsonville, Prairieville, Baton Rouge, New Orleans and anywhere else I went this weekend. Then I'll attach the pictures from Sunday.
So I arrived to New Orleans late and the airport was deserted but my parents were there to meet me. It was almost as good as when you would be greated right outside the gate. Very nice touch Mom and Dad.
The apartment was very nice and it was great to see that Tigerwas just as confused as the rest of us. I quickly learned that when Dad gets up from a seat, Tiger gets right in it. Guess she likes his rear or something. She also has become quite the TV watcher I'm told.
On Friday we were up bright and early (is it ever anything but bright and early when Dad's there). As we were leaving, Mom made sure the TV was left on and tuned into ABC because those are apparently Tiger's favorite soaps. Even though she was joking, we rode that one all weekend. Thanks for being a good sport mom. It only made her cry once. The house is extremely charming and I know that we will all love it real soon. I spent most of Friday in the pantry painting, which is where i was able to make myself the most useful because after box 300 does it really matter which bedroom is bedroom 1 and bedroom 2? All I know is that the house is filled beyond capacity. Every available space had a box in it in the garage. I couldn't believe we had so much stuff. That is until I started unpacking boxes in the bathroom. I found some of the weirdest things, and on top of that every single thing was wrapped in 5 sheets of paper. Following the commentary will be the interesting things we found wrapped individually and the creative spellings on the boxes that were quite informative. The other thing that I noticed is each box had stuff from three rooms in Kingwood. I guess they would take the box from my room, fill the bottom, move the box to lisa's room, and then take it to the downstairs bathroom. At that point I realized it didn't matter where Clarence put the box, the contents would go all over the house. Once they were done unloading, we were done at the house. It was so mentally exhausting. Went to the apartment and showered and ate at a fine Gonzales establishment, Franks. Think local version of Cracker Barrel with all LSU stuff. I was then introduced to the Gonzales Wal-Mart in which i got lost, but mom and dad found me.
Saturday it was time to paint the closets. I meticulously painted mom's closet without getting any paint on my clothes or anything. Unfortunately, I ran out of paint and the next can was no where near close to the same color. I was very fortunate to have dad's help. He came in and in 10 minutes, had painted over everything it had taken me 4 hours to paint. Amazing you say. Well not only did dad paint the closet, he painted the baseboards, the cardboard on the floor, himself and anything that was in the splatter zone. I wasn't even in the closet and I was in the splatter zone. Once I realized painting was futile, I helped mom in the kitchen. I was again amazed at the additions I could put on the list of strangely wrapped items. By the way, our family has more plates, cups, and other china to supply the entire neighborhood. Saturday is also the day that Mom and I ventured to Donaldsonville Wal-Mart. People just move a lot slower here. Something that will definitely take some getting used to. Mom was able to get a good eating suggestion from our clerk.
On Sunday, after lunch , a visit with Aunt Theresa, and a plant visit, Mom told us that the clerk had recommended Pappadeaux's under the bridge. Well we were right at the bridge looking for the Pappadeauxs, and dad looked out the window and realized that the clerk meant Poppingo's (the deli of the Shell station). We probably laughed for 10 minutes straight. I think it was funny AND we were delirious. We then got some beignets at Cafe du Monde and it was off to home for me. Little did I know what I had in store for me when I got home. I won't go into details because I've covered most of them over the phone. So here are the lists and pictures I promised. Mom promised to keep the list additions coming. Again, a big thanks to Mom and Dad. I love you and can't wait to come visit again.
Items Wrapped: my retainer with teeth; every pair of glasses I've ever worn (including the ones in 2nd grade), one wrapped tampon, one burnt up lightbulb, spare change, styrofoam cups (in the glassware box), one votive candle, marbles, napkins in the holder, 10 almonds, 1 empty ziploc bag, and the insurance card
Creative Box labels: "Verry Fragile", Blanquets, Bokes, Decro Itims; and Cristl. Funnily enough, Mom had no problem reading them.