I feel I haven't written a blog post in something like forever (the last one was May 9), which I've decided it directly attributable to working on getting a huge website project off the ground at work (check it out: the all-new Drupal-powered www.famsf.org), and of course undertaking my favorite activity ever: moving! Perhaps you detected a note of sarcasm in that last statement. I'm sure I'm not alone when I declare that without a doubt, moving is the least enjoyable human experience. Although the end result may be happiness and a possible quality-of-life improvement, getting there is definitely not half the fun.
Of course when we set out to start I launched right in to the process with a cheery "Oh, this'll be easy!" Naturally, I remembered the last time we moved when we loaded up all our possessions into a 16-foot rental truck (one load only!) and bribed family and friends with the promise of beer and pizza at the close of day. I neglected to consider that this was a couple years before we had children, and I was utterly unprepared to face the horrors that lurked in our garage and indeed every room in the house. How is it that two small people can accumulate so much stuff over the courses of the so far not very long lives?
This year for Christmas my son inadvertantly decided that he wanted what turned out to be the hot toy this season: the amazing 