home sweet home

At Camp Eberhart, if a cabin was late for the morning meeting, all of the other cabins would sing: Better late than never, better never late. You're late, you're late, and you're ugly, so very ugly.

At the time, we thought it was really funny, but in retrospect, I think it might have been a little mean. Being late is bad enough in and of itself, but ugly, too? Seems kind of harsh.

That being said, I wrote this post two weeks ago and never put it up, as I wanted to take pictures to accompany. However Roomie Katie just left me for the next few weeks, so I decided I better bite the bullet. It may be a week or two late, but the sentiment remains the same...

Re: Our New Place

We're in! And we're so happy!
[imagine a picture of us really happy here]

And MellySally neighbors are happy, too!
[now imagine one of Melissa and Sally]

Katie and I both feel uncomfortable expressing how happy we are in our new house, because we fear our words can't do it justice. We are having moments where we keep thinking: is this a trick!? Can we really live here? This close to the park? Next to Mel and Sal? Together?

A huge, huge part of my happiness is attributed to my parents, who drove down this weekend to help me move. I stood in the kitchen completely overwhelmed by boxes, opening them and saying, "I just don't know where to begin," over and over. After far too long of doing this, I looked up and realized they had unpacked them and the kitchen was organized.

Replay that scene in the living room and my bedroom, and you have the weekend in review. I felt a teens useless, and am eternally grateful for their can-do attitudes and unrelenting determination. Food? Sleep? Meh. They truly are machines, and I love them so much. Thank you! Now come visit us soon!
[now imagine Sally in this photo, too.]

cleanliness, godliness, busyness

Yesterday on the way in to work, I asked my dad what his weekend plans were. He told me I was premature, considering it was not even 7 a.m. on Wednesday.

However, today! Today, people! It's Thursday! And it's completely appropriate to talk about the weekend, because there is just one tiny day keeping us from touching it.

We've been a little overextended in the office lately, to the point that when I get home at night, my brain is fried and I can't think of anything clever to say on here (see yesterday's post). Today, my coworker was telling me she was feeling the same way, and that she was struggling to find time for basic tasks, such as washing her hair. Somewhat of an obsessive showerer, I didn't fully relate, but it made me glad to know we're in this boat together - albeit a stinky one.

I'm very much looking forward to a bit of mindlessness this weekend. I'm not quite sure where I'll find it, but I'm bound and determined to make it happen. Preferably in Piedmont Park.

But for now, we press on! Here's to hoping for some hair washing time today. Happy Thursdee!

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Reggie, Reggie

Um. What is wrong with me? I finally went to the grocery (amazing) and I forgot peanut butter. What in the world?

Looks like my misfortune is actually turning out to be my own fortune (I realize that's not the correct expression, but you get it), because in lieu of another trip to Trader Joe's, I ordered Reginald's homemade peanut butter. I learned about it while doing the Shape No Grocery Challenge and have been itching to try it ever since. I ordered the Original Roast and the Hazelnut Amaretto. I'm currently sugar free in my diet, but as soon as I'm eating it again, I'm trying the Apple Sin. It looks amaze.

And now that I'm allowed to shop, I'm apparently going grocery wild. Publix Saturday? Sure. Trader Joe's twice Sunday? Yep. Online grocery shopping? Why not?

My abstinence may have backfired, since I'm apparently binging on groceries now, but my time away from the store did make me realize I can work a little harder to clean out my cabinets. I'm going to try to stick to an every other week schedule, which means this weekend's activities will have to last me until late February. Here waa go!
PS: Would it be weird to buy the shirt? Too much, too soon?