Number one teen book to never ever read: Halo, by Alexandra Adornetto.*
"An angel is sent to earth on a mission. But falling in love is not part of the plan."
*Seriously? Adornetto? Oookay.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Very exciting post about moving! A must read!!
This move has been a bit of a saga. As those of you who have been breathlessly following each twist in the story will recall, we were originally supposed to move at the end of the month. But then last week our hot water heater exploded and died. Time to move! We managed to reschedule the movers for this weekend--but alas, they scheduled us for the wrong day. So there was a lot of standing around amongst packed boxes and sleeping on air mattresses and whatnot.
Finally, by about 6:00 last night, all of our stuff was about three miles north of its previous location. Currently we are living amongst a bewilderment of boxes. But I got to watch the sun rise over the Cascades this morning while I unpacked my clothes, so we're cool.
As one of the movers was maneuvering our giant television (not a flat screen--perhaps you've seen one on a historical television series such as The Wonder Years?) out of the van, he asked, "You want this in the house?" I'm sure he figured that our real television was hidden somewhere, and we were just transporting this one to go into Mr. A's Man Cave.
They were also a little bit chagrined by how many records we (and by "we" I mean Mr. A) own. "Haha I sure am glad most people switched to cds hahaha!" I think what he really meant was, "CHRIST ALMIGHTY HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF DIGITAL DOWNLOADS OWWWWWCH."
Have you ever hired movers, though? Did you know that they are insanely cheap? They moved all of our stuff--and there was a ton of it, about 80% garbage--for like $430. That's barely more than a U-Haul, and it took three hours.
Things I Have Learned in My Adult Life:
1. Hire movers.
2. Don't pick at it.
Aaaaaaaaaand that's about it.
Finally, by about 6:00 last night, all of our stuff was about three miles north of its previous location. Currently we are living amongst a bewilderment of boxes. But I got to watch the sun rise over the Cascades this morning while I unpacked my clothes, so we're cool.
As one of the movers was maneuvering our giant television (not a flat screen--perhaps you've seen one on a historical television series such as The Wonder Years?) out of the van, he asked, "You want this in the house?" I'm sure he figured that our real television was hidden somewhere, and we were just transporting this one to go into Mr. A's Man Cave.
They were also a little bit chagrined by how many records we (and by "we" I mean Mr. A) own. "Haha I sure am glad most people switched to cds hahaha!" I think what he really meant was, "CHRIST ALMIGHTY HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF DIGITAL DOWNLOADS OWWWWWCH."
Have you ever hired movers, though? Did you know that they are insanely cheap? They moved all of our stuff--and there was a ton of it, about 80% garbage--for like $430. That's barely more than a U-Haul, and it took three hours.
Things I Have Learned in My Adult Life:
1. Hire movers.
2. Don't pick at it.
Aaaaaaaaaand that's about it.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
sock sack
I have nothing bad to say about the past week (week!!1!!omg) weather-wise. It has been 100% gorgeous at all times. We went to the woods for the long holiday weekend, and I remembered that part of what makes living here tolerable is going into the woods a lot. I like the trees and the moss and the ferns. Watching the rain dribble down into the city sewers is just depressing, but in the forest even the rain is okay. You sort of get the point of it.
So, at the end of this month we are moving. Into a house with eleven (!!!) closets. You guys. There is a broom closet, a coat closet, a linen closet. There are giant huge closets everywhere. I understand that being excited about closets is about as bougie as it gets, but I don't care. I'm sick of keeping my socks in a sack.
So, at the end of this month we are moving. Into a house with eleven (!!!) closets. You guys. There is a broom closet, a coat closet, a linen closet. There are giant huge closets everywhere. I understand that being excited about closets is about as bougie as it gets, but I don't care. I'm sick of keeping my socks in a sack.
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