Moving

Oh blarg!

The law office I work in is “downsizing” and moving, hopefully, to another suite on the same floor.  I guess like most folks, picking up and moving on is exciting to them.  It is also exhausting due to the need to go through everything and decide if that particular item is going with you, will be donated or going into the trash.

The boss keeps throwing things out.  I really don’t want/need/have a use for any of it, but  I keep thinking of Ebay (make some cash)  and AmVets (still usable; give it away).  Yet, does AmVets really want all that crap?  I felt bad when he tossed a pair of shoes and the old, defunct dictaphone.  A collector could have wanted that old dictaphone!  Sure, it had whiskers on it, was heavy and bulky and but maybe it could have been used for parts or something.  Someone could have used those shoes, too!  Of course now that I’ve mentioned my concerns all the…ahem….” junk”… is visiting my desk first before the trash bin.

This is the main reason I hate moving.  All the stuff that was buried is now unearthed and a choice must be made as to its’ fate.  However, on the other side of the coin there are items you misplaced/lost and how wonderfully excited  you feel that it’s been found again.  Oh, you know, those old photos you thought you had but could never find, the thingamabob that goes to the whatsits.  It’s a never-ending treasure hunt that is now coupled with the urge to clean and purge because you’ll never have enough room for all the memories, except in your head.

Explaining the Name

I suppose that I should first explain why I use the handle “Sweeneypie” because it is something that most folks would ask about.  I was called sweetie pie by my then soon-to-be husband Ted quite often.  In fact, we both use that term more that probably acceptable in public.  At the bar, well, you can only imagine the teasing.  So we’re at the bar and as the time (hours!) pass by and more drinks are consumed you begin to slur and transpose letters.  While neither I nor my Ted did this (snerk!), our friends would.  And of course sweetie pie next turns into sweeneypie or cries of  Sweeney!

Enter the intertoobs and the need for a username and rather than rack my brain sweeneypie came to mind and can be used in a variety of ways  for various sites.  I guess now you can go and pretend to be me but why would you?