Showing posts from August, 2011

But I wasn't bored!

For real. I had, like, 18 hours of blissful peace between not having to work and not having anything to do move related and... BAM.

There I am, driving happily on my way to try on a bridesmaid dress, and my car starts overheating. I pull over, call Robert and... my radiator is shot. Green fluid is EVERYWHERE. My car isn't going anywhere.

Rescuing Phineas, my car.

For those of you not familiar with Nashville, let me tell you something. There are LOVELY parts of this city. But to get to any nice part of the city, 90% of your non-highway drive will be through the ghetto. So, on my way to one of the nicest shopping districts in Nashville, I get stuck in the 'hood.

I thought, "I KNEW heels and short skirt were a bad idea. 'What could possibly go wrong?' Silly me". In my defense, it was probably close to 100 degrees out the skirt and heeled sandals were cool and comfortable, and I looked adorable.
My outfit, in my moment of trusting ignorance.

Luckily, even though Ro…

I've taken to drinking

Just kidding. There's a good story.

Our moving progress is actually going really well. But there's one tiny problem.

I can't sleep.
I love sleeping. Robert can tell you how vicious I get when you try to take my sleep away from me. Don't try, just let me sleep. I don't need 13 hours, just a solid 7.5 - 8 hours and I'm happy. When I don't get enough sleep, I tend to have a nap-deprived-Jane-like-meltdown. I am very grateful that by some MIRACLE, I have managed only to be slightly cranky in my sleep deprived state and not, for example, had to go to the ER with a panic attack. So it could be worse.

At first, I thought it was the break-in. Then, the dog's breathing at night. Then, I thought it was events that broke up our normal schedule. At this point, I've stopped caring. People keep telling me it's just "the stress", but I've felt a lot more stressed before and zonked out like a vampire at sunrise. It could be the stress, and it prob…

Come Thou Fount

A cheesy picture of a natural fount, just for you.

At this time next week, I will be watching the movers pack up and load up the last our belongings before hitting the road up to Indiana. (yay!)

We spent a good deal of the past few days going through stuff and making the piles of...
making the move.

Between this process and the break-in, I have come to realize one thing. And no, it's not that we have too much. I realize that every single day.

It is that we have so much to be thankful for. The things themselves are almost meaningless. Not that we aren't incredibly blessed monetarily. In fact, some times, when I consider how much money we make, I almost laugh at the absurdity of it when compared to what the majority of the world lives on. But what matters is different. It's the warmth behind that old card you find tucked away, the memories of forgotten souvenirs, the smiling faces in old photos.

When one of my best friends in the whole wide world asked me to …

Let These Weeks Be Fast

An inpatient prayer from an inpatient girl.
Lord, please, let these weeks be fast.
Let them go by quickly. The in between is so... uncomfortable. It's like finishing the last few slices of bread in the loaf. They are stale, but not so stale or moldy to warrant wasting, so we wait a few more days to buy a new loaf... And choke down the half stale stuff.
Lord, please, let these weeks be fast.
We have a tentative moving date! August 31, which happens to be my sister's birthday. I sense celebration cake will be in order after I unpack my pans :). We are *hoping* to have the movers pack us the 29 and 30 and do the move/unloading in Indy on the 31st.

My exit from work should be smooth, though I'll be sad to go. We have one more moving company to interview, but we think we know who we are using. We sort of have a moving plan, which is a plan that is a million times better and more flexible than the plan we had moving here.

We are very happy, despite the stress of moving, to b…