Dull Moments

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. Luck...

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, an...

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... trash. Goodwill. 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 wid...

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 m...

(from Saturday, July 30) Apparently, I go into laptop withdrawal pretty quickly, because the first thing we did after lunch today was go and replace my stolen laptop with a new one. It's nice, don't you think? (I'm such a dork for typing that). Anyways... Yes... our house, in the middle of nowhere, was broken into. No, we do not live in a bad neighborhood. We live on a little country road where we can't see our neighbors. No, I don't really feel unsafe, other than being a little paranoid now. Again... is it TN, or a foreign country? No substantial damage was done to our landlord's property -- just one, partially broken window. So what did these geniuses take? The Porsche, in the garage, keys on the counter? No. The Chapparell boat in the driveway? No. The endless amounts of expensive technical equipment my husband owns? No. Our huge TV? Wii? DVD/Blue-Ray/WDTV? No. HOLD UP, you may say, what DID they take?! -My netbook laptop. -My jewelry. This includes... well...

Ah, summer. I love heat. Heat heat heat. Robert makes fun of because it's 100 degrees outside, and I was almost in tears last night when my heating pad stopped working. My feet get cold when we watch TV, okay? And I don't like socks in the summer, so don't even try. Apparently, Otis is on board with summer, too. I let him out the other day and he found himself a patch of sun to love. Our otherwise boring dog began to roll and play in the sunshine with great enthusiasm (which, if you do not know Otis, is more than he generally does in a week). He started to doze off (of course) so I called him back inside... Or I'll forget about him. Because I'm a really good doggie momma. I know these pictures aren't the best, but I had to try to capture some of the pure joy that was his happy little doggie moment. Our life update: No moving date. No changes. Maybe September? No houses sold or purchased. Really, nothing . Now we are in the that horrible stage where things start ...

I took my very first (cup)cake decorating class yesterday! There was a Groupon for a class through Faboo Cakes , so I snatched it up and signed up for their "adult" cupcake decorating class. Adult, btw, means that... 1. no kids are allowed in the class 2. one of the cupcakes is a cocktail theme 3. you can bring your own alcohol to drink during class. Totally genius, right? I am art-challenged to begin with, and I hate taking all the time and effort to make something taste amazing only to have to spend more time and effort to make it look... pretty . I mean, I will smooth out the frosting and throw on some sprinkles, but don't expect anything more than that. The lighting wasn't great for pictures, so sorry that they aren't the best. <--- These are my first ever rose-tipped frosted cupcakes. Not too bad, huh? This class was perfect for my first decorating class. The women who own Faboo are sisters, and they are as honest, hilarious and helpful as possible. T...