A Little Rambling

After a week and a half of being covered in dust and leaping over a massive pile of cardboard boxes in order to get into the kitchen, we are officially unpacked!  We're still waiting on a couch and my pretty porch plants, and a few things need to go up on the walls, but other than that, things are set.  It's a nice feeling.  (oh, and I still need a bed) This is what it looked like for the first couple days...boxen everywhere! As of about an hour ago, we even have internet, which makes it feel even more settled.  I've been loving having a pool to use whenever I want, and I REALLY love not having a half-hour drive home from every event.  I can have people over for dinner, spontaneously.  :)  Even the cats are adjusting, though Fiyero's favorite place to sleep is deep in my closet, under my shorts. So yes, I'm excited to be able to blog again, as I've had many thoughts and no ability to post them this week.  We're having our housewarming party tomorrow nig

I'm FINALLY all packed.  All that's left is to throw shower stuff and current clothing in a bag, grab a cooler for food from the fridge, and head out.  Chantel and I picked up keys today and moved a couple boxes up.  That makes this my last night at home...again.  We'll see if it's official this time.  The cats get to stay here a little longer till things get settled.  Fiyero's mad at me for putting a collar on him after so many years of freedom.  It's also sparkly, because his fat neck is too big to fit the cute little red collar I wanted.  He's been glaring at me for forcing such indignity upon me, when he's not busy trying to chew it off. I'm not looking forward to getting up at 5 am, but there's stuff to be done...and I woke up that early today anyways, all full of excitement and busy thoughts.  I hate the process of moving, but I'm really, really excited to be in my own place again, and living with such awesome girls.  And closer to

Because I loathe packing so sincerely, I often find myself doing many other things in between boxes, which means it usually takes a long time.  I'm somewhere around half done and still have all weekend before I move, so I'm counting that as a good start.  This small fiend doesn't make it go any quicker, though. The last week has been fun and productive, and cramming it all into this one post won't do it justice, but I'll do it anyways.  We'll go backwards. Today: Jessica came over and we learned two dances (the shim sham and the line dance to Fake I.D. from Footloose), ate smoothies, took pictures of adventures in Walmart, had lots of girl talk, and indulged in a delicious dinner of mac & cheese, cheesy bacon potatoes, totino's pizza rolls, and oreo cake pops. Last night: As You Like It was our play for Shakespeare night.  We formalized the accent-adoption process, and some were very interesting (for example, I was both Igor and an Alligator

"If I'm overtly flirting with someone, they've already been friend-zoned."  - Annie Flirting is fun, there's no doubt.  Flirting with someone who flirts back is even more fun.  But Annie has a point - it's easiest to flirt with someone you don't really like "that way."  When you know someone is just a friend, it's easy to be a little outrageous, because there's no risk.  You're friends, and you're unlikely to spoil that friendship with some silly flirting.  But when it's someone you like?  Whole 'nother story. I called another friend today to pass the time on my long drive home, and she brought up the same topic.  Why is it so hard for us to flirt with someone we like?  I think there are two reasons.  One, and this applies to everyone, is the risk.  When flirting with someone whose interest you desire, you have something to lose.  This could be your one chance to prove how interesting you are and convince them th