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A week in the life of a Bougie Chick

I don't want to complain. In fact, I won't. Compared to so many others, I have quite an exceptional life and I'm grateful for it. However... (strategic pause)... there are times that in the words of the late, great Marvin Gaye "make me wanna holler, throw up both my hands."

BougieMom and I are moving this week. She to a swanky "luxury senior apartment" and me to regular apartment up the road. I'm over the house of it all. And it's truly time for me to go back to living single for a while. Me, myself and I. Amen.

For those of you who have accumulated "stuff" over the years and faced a move, you know it's quite the process. In the course of the last six weeks, we have donated and given away furniture, clothes, books, shoes, kitchen items - half the house. And the packing has been exactly what packing is - a major pain in the hindparts.

Over the past twelve years since my father passed away, we are regularly startled with the realization of just how very much he pampered my mother and how much of the household he truly ran while she concentrated on the kids. For one thing, he bought the furniture and decorated the house. She didn't feel she had a knack for it and he had impeccable taste. Secondly, she never held a hammer or a screwdriver once in her life. She went from her mother's house to the sorority house to my dad's house. Thirdly (and most relevant to this story), she did none of the packing. Ever. Not a suitcase nor nary a box. She is quite awesome at pointing at things and saying,"That needs to be packed." Not that I'm complaining, but I am whining a little.

Next, three weeks ago we found out that they are expanding our subdivision by waking to the sound of earth movers at 6:32am one fine morning. Just so happens, the expansion will take place directly to the left our my bedroom windows. Every morning from 6:32am to every evening round 7:00pm. Not that I'm complaining, I'm just whining a little.

Okay then, we (and by we, I mean I) packed up most of the kitchen last week. So by Thursday, it was either takeout or starvation. Around 2:00pm I headed out in Amy (my car) to grab spinach lasagna and antipasto salad. Up the street, into the place, I pay, grab the food, back in the car. Turn the key - nothing. Try again and now the key won't turn. Arrgh! I assume the battery on my fancy key is dead and I hoof it across the burning hot 102 degree pavement to CVS to by two new batteries. And nothing. I dig in my purse for my cell phone to call someone to come scoop me up - no cell phone. I

I walk inside, borrow the phone, get BougieMom to come get me and we ride over to Firestone. I asked them to fetch Amy and find out why she's dead. One day and $178 later - it's the key. I go to Mercedes and order a new one (to the tune of $275) and am told that they have to order it and I have to have the car on property to get it. Thankfully, Mercedes tows free to the dealership (otherwise, we'd have had a minor meltdown). I'm supposed to go scoop it up later today. I'm not complaining, just whining a little bit.

We hired a painter to do three accent walls in Mom's new place. He said (even if we bought the paint) that it would cost $812. For three walls? This is how I found myself over the weekend with BougieYounger Bro wielding a roller and painter tape. BougieNephews thought it was fun to step on the dropcloth and then onto the carpet. That is how I found myself on my hands and knees with carpet cleaner. I'm not complaining, just whining a little bit.

I'm supposed to be off work this week. But my manager's daughter has a softball tournament in Idaho which apparently trumps me schlepping boxes all over creation. And since it's only the two of us assigned to this $50,000/month account, I'm multitasking. 

And now we're on the count. BougieMom moves tomorrow. I move Thursday and somewhere in between the madness my new book hits shelves tomorrow. As soon as I figure out how to do the radio interviews without the sounds of movers, nieces, tractors or me wailing... I'm golden.

I'm not complaining, just whining a little bit. Ya'll have a good week. I'll be around. Back to our regularly scheduled bouge soon. 

p.s. Send prayer. Lots and lots of prayer.

Summer Heat, Anniversaries and Black Bloggers

You know it's hot in Texas when you have to escape to Florida to get a breeze. BougieMom and I are chilling in Fort Lauderdale for a few days visiting BougieSis. Also my godparents, who are some of the most marvelous people on the planet, are here to celebrate their 51st wedding anniversary. Fifty-one years?! Can you even imagine? On top of that, they still really not only love each other but like each other. How much awesomeness is that?

Thursday, I'll be heading north to attend the Blogging while Brown convention in Philadelphia. Looking forward to putting a lot of names/Twitter handles with faces there. From there, I'll be back in Dallas for a few days then it's off to Houston for the National Black Book Festival. H-town, I'm thinking cocktails the evening of Saturday the 8th. Stay tuned.

We're doing a wonderful thing at the "keep the lights on" job called Summer Hours. That's every Monday off from now through Labor Day. Cheers for the three-day weekends! I can get my 2012 release publicized and my 2013 release written. 

In between all that, I'll be heading to Punta Mita, Mixico for some R&R in June and back to celebrate BougieMom's 80th birthday in early July. It's shaping up to be quite the summer.

BougieLand, what do you have planned for this summer?

I'm going going back back...

To Cali. 3N surprised me. We're heading to San Diego for Amy and Rob's wedding and then popping up to Napa for a sip or two. I'll be back Sunday. Ya'll stay out of trouble. But if you don't, you can always blog about it here. For our entertainment. Because I care about you like that. 

Tomorrow, I will be launching the first Bougie Recipe Challenge so make sure you swing around to check that out. See ya!

Talk amongst yourselves.

Missing Le Bouge? Check me out at AverageBro.com today

My CyberHomie AverageBro is poppin' the top on a new series : The Single Files. I was ever so pleased to be asked to be part of the series. AB was actually the first blog I fell in love with and he was the first blogger to say, "Hey, you've got a blog voice - use it." So yes, you have AverageBro to thank for BougieLand. At any rate, in today's post I attempt to explain "Why I am Single" <~~~Arrgh.  Check it out and let me know what you think. 

In the meantime, I'll holla....