Monday, November 1, 2010

Olive


This is is Olive. With some serious help from friends, I gave her to the girls and the hub for Christmas last year. She has quickly become a big part of our family. Weighing in at just shy of 7 pounds she is one tiny bundle of love. She loves to run out in the back yard and chase the squirrels. They tease her like crazy, climbing just low enough that they are just out of reach. She also loves to bound up the stairs in the morning and wake up the girls. She knows the routine. We wake CB up and then half hour later the other two. Sometimes she likes to sneak up the stairs and get them early. But my favorite thing about Ollie is her bell. When she has to go out, she just rings her little bell on the back door and waits. It makes me so happy. I never thought she would do it, but she is very smart and quick and teachable. . .
AND now she has become a bit of an obstacle. Australia is very strict about what you can bring into their country. I won't go into the possible items for quarentine list. Let's just saw it covers everything in my whole house.

Today I talked with the pet transport people and learned that Australia requires Olive to stay out of their country for 180 days after she gets a "clean" blood test. UM. . . .that's 5 months and we are leaving in 6 weeks. How is this going to work? Not to mention the fact that I was counting on Olive to be part of the girl's support structure. I won't even metion the cost to get her there. First you wouldn't believe me and second you would think I was crazy. BUT you would do the same. She is part of our family and we love her and I don't regret her for one minute. Ok well when she was a puppy and she cried and peed, I regretted it some, but now she is ours, just look at her. . .and if you think she's cute now, you should see her giving loves to my girls. It makes my heart melt.

People


I always thought it would be great to have people. You know, people who work for you and make your life easier. People who follow you around and tell you just what you want to hear. I used to joke that my kids were my people. I knew at the time that I was really theirs, but it was funny. It made me feel important-ish. Well now I have people and it really is not all that I thought it would be. The hub and I have 8 different advisers who are helping us with this move. We have a door-to-door person, a tax person, a house person (actually 2 of those here and there), a group of doctors, and some more who file passports and visa documents. I have a stuff person who is in charge of all of my household goods. I actually have 3 of those the one in charge of the survey, the one in charge of the storage and the one in charge of the container that we are shipping. Are you confused? I am. Every day I open my email to about 20 emails from the people who work for the people. I spend hours on the phone trying to give the right info to the right people. I haven't even mentioned the school people or the pet carrier people. Basically, I have decided I am done with people. I just want 1 person to do this whole move across the world for me. Any takers?