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Relocating for a new job

by Mary Anne

One of the things that I’ve been reading on Facebook a lot is a debate between folks who are supposedly friends regarding the unemployment situation. Some of the people maintain that there are plenty of jobs “out there” for people that really WANT to work. The rebuttal that I’ve been reading is often that the jobs that are available require relocation, and many families don’t want to relocate.

The entire discussion reminded me of a few years ago when my sister accepted a job out in Los Angeles, and had to find some Los Angeles movers to help her with her relocation process. She told me that she had hired a Los Angeles moving company to do everything that needed to be done – even the packing! I thought that was amazing, I had never heard of a company that will do the packing for you in addition to the transportation! I wonder if the LA movers are the only ones that do that, or if it is a service available around the US and I just live under a rock.


My sons want to learn how to surf

by Mary Anne

Yesterday my sons approached me about making plans for the summer vacation.  School will be letting out soon, and they want me to sign them up for one of the surfing summer camps that their friends have been telling them about, where the students are taught how to surf.

Surf Camp offers surfing programs for kids, teenagers, adults, and families.  They offer day camps and overnight camps.  My sons are too old for the teenager’s camps, so they want to sign up for the overnight adult camp.  The overnight adult camp would be for one week, off the coast of North Carolina.  The camp takes them to several different islands for them to learn how to surf, and includes side trips that includes a boat trip to an undeveloped barrier island and a trip to the new 84,000 square-foot Fort Fisher Aquarium.

 


A moving story

by Mary Anne

Whenever I daydream about selling my house and moving to a far away exotic country, I always snap back to reality with the thought of all of the work involved in packaging up my household and sorting through the listings of Removal Companies to find the best Removalists to entrust with my belongings. My dear friend Alecia moved recently from one end of town to the other and the company that did her Removals broke one of her antique tables right in half. She was showing me the damaged table last weekend when I went to her place for lunch with the other ladies of the garden club.

We all agreed that it was a darn shame that her table was ruined, and to make it even worse the company refused to pay her anywhere near the value of the table because they said it was so old that it wasn’t worth anything! And then they said that a little bit of carpenter’s glue would fix it as good as new. Obviously that was very distressing to Alecia, and she was asking us what course of action we thought she could take. Since she had not had the table appraised before the move, we agreed that there probably was not a whole lot that she could do other than to take the table to a restoration company and ask them to fix it as best as they can.


A sense of humor

by Mary Anne

I’ve always enjoyed giving my kids funny tee shirts as gifts. Some of my favorites are souvenirs from places we’ve gone on vacation, such as the “Cool as a Moose” store up in Bar Harbor, and some are from Orlando Florida. Still others are from catalogs that I get in the mail. I like the fact that they enjoy them as much as I do. There are times, however, that I wish that they would wear a polo shirt when we go out to eat dinner. I’m glad that they have a great sense of humor, but sometimes I want us to act a little bit more “grown-up.”


I don’t like trains

by Mary Anne

I don’t like trains.  They are crowded, and noisy, and usually dirty.  I often can’t get a seat where I face forward, and I don’t like riding backwards.  I get motion sick quite easily on trains.

I used to date a man who loved trains.  I think in the end we broke up because he wanted to spend his every waking moment around/in/on a train, and he was neglecting our relationship just so he could be around trains.  So I think that is another big reason I don’t like trains!  Every time I see one, I am reminded of how I was dumped by the guy I was in love with for a train!


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