Where's Waldo...I mean Kelly

Wow what a crazy week we've had. After we got back from Costa Rica we found a renter for our Palm Beach Gardens house, which was a relief and a nightmare all at the same time. It meant that we had to clean out the whole house before we went back to Orlando in five days. We had already done a pretty thorough job before we left on the trip, but there was still a lot left to do. We rented a Budget truck and with the help of my sister Brandy and some day labor we managed to get most of the house finished.

The truck was jammed packed with stuff and we still had a ton of boxes that needed to go to the storage unit. We decided to leave them at the house and just concentrate on taking the truck to my mom's house for a garage sale the next morning. For those of you who have had a garage sale before, you know how crazy it can be. It does not matter what start time you put in the newspaper add, people show up whenever they want. Case in point, our start time was 8:00A and we started setting up at 6:00A, thinking we had plenty of time. Our first "rush" came at 6:45A, when we hadn't even put all the stuff out yet. It was bananas.

Around the afternoon Scott remembered we still had all the boxes at the house to deal with. Thank goodness my sisters boyfriend Mark was there and he and Scott went from my mom's house in Stuart back to the house in Palm Beach Gardens to load the rest of the stuff. After an exhausting day we made a little over $1,000, which I thought was pretty good. Now we had to drag our tired bodies to the storage unit and unload the rest of the truck. Pop came to the storage unit to help us unload. There would have been no way that Scott and I could have lifted all the furniture and boxes without him. I can't thank my Mom and Pop enough for all their help.

The next day Scott and I went back to the house for the last of the stuff and to clean up the house. We did not realize how much more was still left to do. We had stuff that had to go to the storage unit, and stuff that had to go to the RV and only our little Jeep to do it all in. Scott ended up taking a load to our storage unit in Stuart while I stayed and cleaned up the house. When he came back we loaded up the Jeep with everything that had to go to the RV. The car was so loaded (see pictures) I couldn't see Scott in the drivers seat. I don't know how we made it back to Orlando, but we did, thank goodness.