We’re finally getting some normalcy post-move.
The term “normal” is used loosely for us.
The boxes are slowly disappearing. Things have places on shelves. There are curtains in the bedroom and dining room (the other rooms are another story). We joined a gym… I joined a second gym. We have groceries and are eating at home *almost* each week day. And we have redneck Christmas lights strung up on the cabana.
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Just when I thought San Diego couldn’t get any better…
Seeing the 30 degree temps in Atlanta seals the deal too.
This weekend happened. We started Friday with a new tradition: date night picnic in the park. If you haven’t been to Balboa Park in San Diego, add it to your bucket list. It’s huge – think Central Park on steroids. There are 65 mile of trails, museums, a zoo, a theatre, and more gardens than I can count.
We packed turkey sandwiches, hummus, and veggies and set out for a picnic in the rose garden. It’s my favorite part of the park. The best part was laying around after we ate and taking in the view.
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Anyone need boxes?
Actually, we posted an ad on Craigslist and someone came for them within hours!
The thing about packing that you have to unpack. While a couple drinks (ok, maybe more than a couple) makes packing easier, it makes unpacking full of hilarious surprises. Apparently at some point I gave up and just added IDK to a box (that’s “I don’t know” for those of you who don’t have millennial siblings or kids).
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Is there such a thing as a moving consultant?
I need to be project planned.
In my “normal” life I’m pretty organized. I’m structured. I have a routine and I like it. Some might call me Type A (though you wouldn’t know it from the past couple months… I blame Vegas).
Anytime I move it’s a whole new story. I turn into a Jack Russell puppy chasing it’s tail. I have bubble wrap everywhere. Piles of shit I have no idea what to do with. Empty boxes. Boxes that are 75% full… but that I can’t seal because I’m looking for little odds and ends I can cram it the remaining 25% (you know those odd spaces that need to be stuffed by nothing really fit in?).
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Married 2 weeks and I’m already giving advice?!
No. Not even I am that arrogant confident.
When I shared that I got married, I asked you guys for advice. You delivered! Since there were so many wise words, I decided to summarize it to share with everyone. Mostly for Vegas’ my reference.
Below are some wise words, some funny words, and some random married-life pictures.
Apparently you still get flowers delivered when you’re married.
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Christmas as an adult is the best.
Not that being 8 was bad either…
My sisters, my mom, and I are of the age where we’ve become friends. This makes Christmas one big party. We weren’t interested in gifts as much as we were in hanging out, cooking, eating, and getting toasty toasting.
My sister came from Portland with her puppy, my grandparents were there, and Vegas was in town. All of us packed in for 48 hours of fun. Here’s how we do it in the ‘burbs of Atlanta:
Christmas Eve charcuterie and cheese board while dinner cooked.
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Tag…
…team back again.
Brittany tagged me in this survey on her blog last week. I don’t do these often… but how can I turn down a ‘stache? #TWSS
Four names that people call me, other than my real name:…
I’m home after one helluva week.
I may have left my heart in Vegas.
The softball team tied one, lost one, won one, and then lost another… that we never should have lost… but whatever. I’m already looking forward to next year!
Seeing as how I’m on the late flight back to ATL, this is going marvelous Monday of pictures.
I wore my lucky socks. Because bacon.
How could I pass up this pre-game photo op?
We cleaned up niiiiiice for the strip.
We enjoyed the kitsch of old Vegas.
I went for a morning run on the Strip and found a rainbow a the Billagio!
They say everything is bigger in Texas but I think “they” got it wrong.
I’ve never seen bigger pancakes than the TRIPLE stack at The Griddle. I didn’t even finish 25%!
But I did drink allllll the drinks.
And learned that sometimes… you just have to take a time out.
But what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. 😉
Back to the grind I go…
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Check back on this post for the Quest protein chip winners!
Have you ever been to Vegas? Did you like it?
Could you have finished that pancake stack?
