I spoke too soon.
One day I’ll learn to knock on wood or something.
Last week I said we were getting to some form of normalcy. HA! Till the flaming oven happened… so here we are with a disheveled kitchen, no oven, and some random food. We also have NO groceries since we were supposed to have gone to the farmer’s market Sunday. Fires really are inconvenient…
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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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Moving is exhausting.
I’m mentally tired.
Organizing, cleaning, and decorating are not my favorite things. Doing that while working and dealing with annoying shit that comes with closing on the sale of my condo has left me grouchy. People commenting on my lack of cooking gets me fired up. We just got a working oven and found time to grocery shop. If I want to have some beers, then I will. Jeeeeeeesus.
The Whole Foods ha a bar. It really is like heaven here.
This isn’t a blogger rant. These are Facebook friends. I’ve actually been loving going out in our new neighborhood and trying out new things workout-wise. I’ve taken up boxing and tried out jiu jitsu. I’ve been running more. Ending the day jogging back home to Vegas with this view makes me incredibly happy:
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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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We picked up an additional passenger.
He was begging to jump in the car with two women.
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Sometimes Mother Nature is a big help.
I know most of you think I’m nuts based on the US weather as of late.
This was my view this morning:
My camera couldn’t pick up the snow very well so I took some artistic license.
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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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The competition is off.
I don’t know how I thought I was going to pull that one off.
I just got married. I’m moving across the country (anyone want to buy a condo in Midtown Atlanta???). And I was going to do a competition… a week after moving. HAHAHAHA! I’m stubborn. I don’t understand the word “no.” But even I’m not quite THAT crazy.
Also, red velvet Oreos are delicious with Zinfandel. We all know I have an Oreo thing. That red velvet is definitely contender for the top flavor. The cookie isn’t so different, but that cream cheese filling rocks my world.
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