second chances

Remember Tallulah and Delilah? Ya. They didn't make it to the new house.

Instead, Katie planted two beautiful flowers on our stoop. Then, the following day, she accidentally knocked one of the pots off with her suitcase, spilling the soil and happy flowers everywhere.

Is my bad luck with plants rubbing off on her?

She didn't have time to repot it before she left town, so, unaware of my [lack of] skills, she asked me to do it. I went for it this weekend, and am going to put all of effort into not killing them before she gets back into town.

I'm also putting all of my effort into not naming them, since they're her plants and it should really be her choice. It's a big decision.

But if I were going to name them, I would probably pick Marcy and Minty. I'm just saying...

Be ours?

Melissa is midway through painting her bedroom and she's been trying to find time to get it done for weeks now.

However, last night, instead of finishing this task, we decided to make valentines and watch the Bachelor. Much more productive, right?. With a little but of champagne, some pink and red paper and lots of glitter, it was the perfect night. Minus the fact that Ben kept Courtney around on the Bachelor. What the what?

We struggled to get the champagne open at first. Apparently we both normally rely on other people to take care of this task...

We looked for instructions...

And attempting to cut it open with scissors...

But we got it! And then we Valentined. Check out Melissa's beautiful creations...

And mine...

Happy Valentine's Day!

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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