Started Moving In Today.

THIS IS ME SMILING MY HEAD OFF :D

This house is on a busy street in the Couve - from our driveway, we back out onto a street where people are driving 35-40 miles per hour. Luckily, we have quite a few stop lights that keep traffic in check long enough for us to time it perfectly, and the middle of the street is blocked by a cement median, so we only have to watch the traffic coming from the west. We'll have to teach people how to get to our house, mostly because of that median - there's no turning left into our driveway, you can only turn right, so they have to take the back way and turn a few corners to get here. Hopefully that won't dissuade our family and good friends from still visiting.

The house is deceptively small-looking. Hanna told us there were 6-8 bedrooms depending on how we wanted to use certain rooms, and we looked at a picture of the house online and thought, NO WAY. But, sure enough, the first time we walked through, we kept coming up on room after room after room. The rent was cheaper, we like Hanna and she apparently likes us, the house was enormous, and she allowed pets. Hubby and I realized we'd be stupid not to rent the place, so we did.

Buy Some Pancakes?

Soccer fundraiser.

It's gonna feel real good. Shamon. Chaaaaaange

I'M STARTING WITH THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

Jim P: Might as well. I presume he's standing right next to you.
Kriste D: I'm asking him to change his ways... (So funny.. DH and I were singing this yesterday at the top of our lungs and the kids thought we were looney.)
Russell F: shamon....insert fancy footwork
Tori G: Russell stole my comment! haha
Ashley P: Love me some MJ!!!
George G: If the person in the mirror is a man, you should probably start right away...
Joni G: Yes. I am with George G on this. If there is a man in your mirror, I would DEFINATELY ask him to change his ways!
Me: unless it's my man. I'll probably just shove him out of the way so I have the whole mirror to myself.
Wynne U: "no mustache could beat any clipper" (my husband thought those were the words for "no message could be any clearer")
Me: Oh my heavens. Is your husband my sister??
Jim P: So you're saying your sister Melanie has a mustache that beats any clipper? I have a pretty mean clipper. We should sell tickets and make it an event.
Mel: That would have to be one heck of a clipper!
Wynne U: Nat, my husband could very well be your sister if we're living in a world where there's a man in your mirror when you look into it.

Purging before a move = awesome. Bri is going through his CDs and *gasp* cassettes.

The "keep" pile is on the right

We need more boxes and I need reassurance. Also, we need someone to come and get our huge, heavy basketball standard, since we can't take it with us.

I wake up every morning

....thinking about my cute new house. Can't wait to move in on December 1st.

Later: Okay, headache gods, I think you've made your point. 

I (gasp) ended up taking (gasp) two aspirin. 

(I hate pills)

Afternoon Nap =

Up all night, giggling and waking up hubby = sleeping in late. Good stuff.

LATER: Still giddy with no end in sight.  I actually cranked up Huey Lewis & the News in the car this morning.

Fun fact: Hubby has worked a couple of golf tournaments where Huey was playing and I think Huey has spoken to Brian once or twice.

Every time I hear I Want a New Drug, I think about Ray Parker Jr. ripping it off when he wrote Ghostbusters.

Overheard:

R: C, it's No Shave November.  So I can't shave my legs.

C: Neither can I!

I griped.

I griped on Facebook about our little tiny house, in which we live on top of each other like mice in a toilet paper tube at Petco.

Today I received this message from Hanna D, our friend from McWard:

My rental house will be up for rent on Dec. 1st. 6-7 bedrooms 2 1/2 baths 2 kitchens. I am sure you have seen it.

Well now... that's an idea. :)