a sleepy happy thursday!

Somewhere along the lines of moving, a crazy week at work and lots of social events during the last few days, I woke up on the sleepy side of the bed this morning. 

And I can't say I hate the busy buzz, that's for sure. But my brain is feeling slightly fried for creativity. So, instead, here's a little Thursday happiness for you.
And I mean it. :) Now that's all, folks! See you Fridee!

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Sunday Funday DIY


 In high school, I could get down with a can of spray paint.
 
And by that, I obviously mean every fall for our homecoming float competition. The smell of spray paint still inevitably reminds me of October evenings, where I’d make the mad dash from cross country to somebody’s barn, where we’d spend hours decorating a flatbed themed around something like Noblesville Schmoblesville.

But, since then, I’ve lost touch with it. That is, until this weekend. Growing up, we had these Adirondack chairs on our front porch. When I moved to Atlanta, I was fortunate enough to bring two of them with me. During the last two years, though, the white washed beauties have become anything but.


See? Sad city.


This weekend I decided the chairs needed a new coat of paint for the new house. After scrubbing them down, I quick dry spray-painted them in about 10 minutes. It would have been faster had I not run out of paint and had to dash up the street to Ace Hardware to buy three more cans. Who knew one can had so little paint?

 Let me tell you, this is a DIY that speaks my language. And by that, I mean quick to complete, minimal detail orientation and instant gratification.

Those high school float days never did spray paint justice. The stuff is magical!

Ta da!:

moving weekend take 57

Atlanta is a foodie town and whenever I try a good, new restaurant, I’m almost guaranteed to say, “my dad would love this place.” The man will try any food once, and I can think of almost nothing he dislikes. The more obscure options they have, the more interested he is.  Which is why, this weekend when we were somehow able to squeeze in some really good meals in between loads of manual labor, I called it a great success.


We kick started the weekend at Murphy’s Friday night. After driving all day, Muff&Dave definitely deserved good food and wine. It was so much fun being able to show them a new place right by my house – I kept telling them they should just retire in Atlanta. Who needs the beach when you have Peachtree? 


Saturday we got up bright and early to start moving day. We moved all.day.long, from before 8 a.m. to after 9 p.m. – but it was so worth it. My parents were, as usual, total workhorses and I could not be more grateful for it. I think I’d be moving for three weekends in a row without them. Every time I turned around I felt like they’d done something else fast, furiously and perfectly.

The place was all set up by the time we stopped, and I’m so happy in it. I didn’t realize how much of a toll having rats was taking on me – I feel like a weight has been lifted.

Saturday night we crashed into our seats at Pozole for some good Mexican and margs.


Sunday, we woke up and had breakfast at West Egg before they hit the road. I basically begged them to (1) stay until Monday and (2) move here, but so far they’ve resisted. Maybe if I stopped putting them to work every time they came my arguments would work better?


Thank you, mom and dad, for moving me – yet again!!