Moving, Surgery and Buttsex


Disclaimer: this post has nothing to do with buttsex, but I was looking for another word to insert into the title, and, well, buttsex just felt like it belonged.

Wow, guys. The past week has been an absolute WHIRLWIND.

After flying home from E3 I had a mere day or two to recover before my dad was whisked away last Tuesday for back surgery. I’m ecstatic to report he’s recovering super amazing-like, but nonetheless he had his friggen’ BACK slashed open and operated on so he’s sorta-kinda crippled at the moment. (And I say “crippled” with love because he’s one of the most active people I know, so I have to give him shit when shit is due. Also you gotta keep ’em smiling. I CALL IT TOUGH LOVE.) Sooo I’ve been doing my daughterly duty by spending most of my days at my parents’ house helping my mom take care of  Mr. Cripple Brombacher. But like I said, he’s getting better and better every day and it shouldn’t be long before he’s doing backflips, frontflips and madly kicking his legs around while playing Peggle. Ha, that reminds me —  I had to take Super Mario World away from him in the hospital because he was jerking his body too much.

Yeah, these things are pretty awesome.

The other thing that’s a thing in my life is MOVING. Gah, guys — I forgot how much moving sucks. Don’t get me wrong, I’m stoked to live in my new place, but damn. When someone accrues as much shit as I do it makes life, you know, difficult and stuff. But doesn’t it just feel like yesterday I was blogging about the, uh, birth of my woman cave?


old games
This was before I put everything into shelves! I, er, think I have twice as many games now.

Even though the, ahem, birth of my woman cave was a little over two years ago it friggen’ feels like yesterday, so while I’m packing shit up I’m thinking to myself, “WTFBBQ?! I was *just* doing this!” HNNNGH. I, like, don’t have any strategic battle plans for tackling the packaging up of my woman cave, but I’m starting by boxing up the stuff on the floor. I figure that’s not really a part of my woman cave, seeing as it’s  not on a shelf or anything so HEY it must be good to go. I’m trying to leave everything that’s in or on a shelf alone ‘cuz I still want to make that MTV Cribs-esque tour of my, ahem, woman cave. WOMAN CAVE WOMAN CAVE WOMAN CAVE HOW MANY TIMES CAN I SAY WOMAN CAVE IN THIS BLOG POST?!

Speaking of woman cave (THERE IT IS AGAIN) I’m not sure what to call the latest rendition — the New Woman Cave? But I’m afraid if I go with that I’ll end up pulling a Nintendo a’la Super Mario Bros. and in a few years it’ll be called “NEWER OF THE NEWEST SUPER 3D WOMAN CAVE U MII PENIS BUTTSEX!” .

..Seems legit.

Anyway, this is, erm, all I have transferred over to my new place:

new woman cave

Hey, it’s a start…right? Oh, did I mention I’m supposed to be moved in this Sunday? AAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAH /headdesk /die /shootself

Thankfully my current apartment is month-to-month, so I can hold onto this place until I transfer everything over.

…The amount of unnecessary rent I spend on my current place is going to be substantial, isn’t it?


  1. Movers, Movers, Movers. My GF just moved and hired movers. Cost like $2000, but was SO worth it not having to carry anything and they did an entire move in under 4 hours.

  2. Could you get your loyal local followers to help you move your stuff, in exchange for a geeky party?

  3. LIGHT BULB! You need to make a shirt similar to the zombees one…only it would be ZomBeez….I think you know where I’m going with that.

  4. Glad your dad is doing ok, and you sound like a great daughter. And yeah movers are your friends for big/large move :)

  5. Glad your dad’s doing well. You’re a good daughter. Even if you did take Mario away.

    How about Female Chamber. As in “I went to a bunch of yard sales and now I have bags of items to stuff in my Female Chamber.”

    Moving companies are definitely a way to go. But you might want to get a couple oor three boxes and packing peanuts/bubble wrap and pack some of your more delicate and cherished items yourself. Also, general labels for boxes i.e. Kitchen, Bedroom, Den, [ahem] Female Chamber (though for the sake of any movers/helpers you may want to label those Home Office). that way stuff gets to the right room, but you don’t have know exactly the spots they will occupy.

    Awww, look at our Britt. Seems like just yesterday she was putting something in her Woman Cave for the first time.

    I may or may not be sleepy/loopy.

    • <3. OH! Female Chamber — that has a nice ring to it. HA! I like it! And I'd love to see the moving company's reaction if I hire one and they see that. Thanks for the tips!

      HAHA, yes. My woman cave is now accustomed to many things being inserted into it.

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