But I AM freaked out.
Most of the time I feel like putting my paw on my eyes too when thinking about attempting to start thinking about packing. I have started a list, er, many lists. So Bruce just got over his list-making neurosis, and now, at any given time, I have ten of them scattered about the house. I have my must-absolutely-have-or-the-world-will-come-to-an-end list of carry-ons. Which, let's face it, is a joke in and of itself right now. I try to keep track of what is currently allowed on the plane, I really do. I think I am clear on the fact that water is out but gel-filled bras are in. And, according to the TSA, FAA and USPA taking my parachute as a carry-on is still OK as well. But no toothpaste or - gasp - vacuum-packed string cheese! I suppose the likelihood of the cheese exploding on the plane is in fact greater than my prying open the emergency door at 38,000 feet in order to jump out with the cheese. Well, anyhow, back to the lists. So, currently my must-be-carried-on list consists of enough items to fill two large suitcases. I need to work on that a bit.
I also have the must-come-with-but-can-be-packed-into-checked-luggage, which could also be called the SO-not-within-the-allowed-weight-limits-and-you'll-be-paying-through-your-nose list. I think I may need to consider UPS. Which, given the fact that the address for my place of employment actually includes a line that says "Cnr Whakaue and Hinemaru Sts" makes me a little nervous. "Ay mate, just drop that packet off where that one-eyed dog usually sits!" Corner of Whakaue and Hinemaru Streets?!? That's the address!?! I will love this country! (Side note: they also JUST got zip codes in NZ! That is AWESOME!)
OK, then there is the Bruce-can-ship-if-I-need-him-to list.... Which, in essence could be EVERY THING and by the end of it all, we may not need a 20'x20' shipping container after all. We can just inconspicuously sneak by customs with all of our worldly possessions one tiny UPS packet at a time! Oh, and then the can-live-without-for-an-unspecified-length-of-time list. There is nothing on it. I always thought that the "what would you take onto a deserted island" question was so cool. Now I hyperventilate slightly. And NZ isn't exactly deserted. Even if the Aussies tell the Kiwis to "tell the last one out to turn the lights off"! Ha ha! (Read that on the "islandinthepacific" blog - thanks D! I cracked up when I saw it!)
And then there are the TO-DO lists....... Shopping (for a gel bra - Hey, at least some parts of me should get to travel in comfort and style!), renew driver's license, banking, power-of-attorney's, medical records, return borrowed books, make sure CATS GET SHIPPED OFF!!!, find out
Our cats are definitely catching on that something B.I.G. is coming down the pike - and that we're losing our minds. And they know that there could have been a very real chance they could have gotten left behind. Fortunate for them (and me), I have a husband that thinks it is his husbandly duty to support me (well, and there was the one "if the bikes go, the cats go" comment) in my willingness to pay the equivalent of a brand new sports car's worth in veterinary, shipping, and quarantine costs in order to make sure the kids get to come with us.
I am not kidding.
A NICE, foreign made sports car.
So the cats try to be good sports and show us that they are brave enough and ready for this trip. We have the sky kennels out so we can all acclimate to them. Only some of us are not catching on....
Alright. Crossing off "update blog" on my list. Now, where the heck is that liquor?...