Bye, bye Baby Girl

Today I finally got to move some furniture into my apartment. So exciting!!! I now have a kitchen table fitting snuggly in a corner of my green room (aka the "Baby Bop" room). I also have a bed sitting in my bedroom. I don't have my mattress just yet, but there is a good reason for this. Dad seems to think that the set of box springs that came with the bed are more that alright still (eventhough the bed itself is a bazillion years old, but more on that in a minute). So I decided to wait until I got word back from the house as to whether or not the old springs were good enough, before I go purchase a whole new set. I also got my two end tables moved and I bought a couch! Yay, me! (And thank you Ellen and Daniel Nalley.) BUT...I couldn't get the darn thing to fit through the door. I live on the second floor of the building and try as we might, the couch would not fit through the stairway door or the elevator. Good news though: Mom is going to trade me couches and her's should fit just fine. In the meantime, I'm sleeping on the couch cushions on the floor. Sad, I know, but I think it will make me appreciate my bed that much more.

On to the bed...

I'm really excited about it and here is why. First, I don't have to buy a new one. Yay, for saving money! But mostly I'm excited because the bed originally belonged to my Grandparents. My Mamaw Mae and Papaw Bob were the first owners of that metal frame and they passed it on to my Dad. I remember it in our old house and Mom and Dad used it up until we built the new place. So, it may not actually be an antique and worth anything to anyone else, but the sentimental value of it makes it priceless to me. We had forgotten about it being in the shed, but Dad drug it out the other day and it was still in good condition and I like it just fine. Dad told me today, "Now, if you get tired of that bed, you know you ain't to sell it or throw it out or anything." I told him, "Ummm....who do you think you are talking to, buddy? You know better than to think I would do something like that." He said, "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to mention it, just in case." Seems I get my sentimental side from my Father.

Regardless, its a bed. No mattress but a bed all the same and I'm very pleased with it.

Tonight I get to spend my first night in the apartment. Tomorrow I have classes all day and then I have to go straight to work. I'll also be spending Monday night at my new place and coming back to JC on Tuesday to load up more stuff to move. So hopefully by Wednesday I will at least have a mattress on my bed. That should be just lovely.

Anyway...

The title of this post? Well, today Mom was cleaning off my tables and getting them ready to be moved. She was dragging one of the end tables out of my Grandma's old house where they had been stored and they are really heavy tables, so she asked Dad, "You wanna help me move this last table out of the house?" Dad said, "Nope." Mom asked, "Well, why not?" To which Daddy replied, "Because, you are trying to move my Baby Girl out."

Awwwww.... :-)