mooore adventuring

I'm trying to think about how to tell you what I'm about to tell you in a clever way. And the amount of times that I have shared this news is making me dig deep into the realms of my brain to get creative.

So here we go.

In high school, I went through this phase where I thought it was really funny to tell cow jokes. I don't know why I thought it was funny. But I swear I snagged my high school boyfriend with them. He took me to the moo-vies, even.

(Yes. They were that bad. Like Colonel Moo-stard and moo-chas gracias caliber. All the time.)

So today, brought to you by Whitney Circa 2004, I ask you what a cow says when he finds out his house sold?

That's right. We're moo-ving.


Which means, yes, so far in 2013, we have a post about moving as a quarterly feature. January and April. But this is it. For real, for real, for real.  This is the last time we're moving for a long time.

When we moved in to our current place, we knew it was a possibility that the house might sell, but the market wasn't that good and the rent was low and the location was amazing and our luck certainly had to be up after living with rats. 


But, alas, someone has decided they want our abode as their abode and they don't want to rent it anymore. I thought about lobbying for these newlyweds to let Mel and me continue to live in two of the four bedrooms this house offers, but it didn't exactly scream logical.

So, in just three weeks time, we'll be on the move again. You might think I'd be worried that I have absolutely no idea where I'm going. But I'm oddly relaxed...

In the meantime, I've made a real short Greenwood Ave. bucket list, which includes: dinner at Panita Thai and to score an invitation to a porch party at our neighbors' house. They live on the corner of Highland and Greenwood in this hugely huge house with two wraparound porches and they're always having so much fun out there. 

Cross your fingers for good weather this weekend so I can deliver them some baked goods with a cow joke and a smile and really set the mooood right.

{I won't do that. Cookies. No cows. Promise}

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, 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!!

It's Friday! And we're moving!

Yaay and a half! Just one more little night in our house to go!

My parents are en route to Atlanta to help, and, let me tell you, there are very few things that are a greater testament to how much they love me than the frequency with which they've helped me move. Three times in less than one year, to be exact. Not to mention twice in the two months preceeding our January 2012 move. If that's not love, I don't know what is.

Here's to hoping this one will stick, or else people might start wondering if we're in witness protection...

Happy long weekend, you guys! I hope it's great!

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weekend and a half and a halfway move

Do you ever have those weekends where you fall into bed Sunday night and feel like you can barely remember what you did Friday? Where it seems like forever ago and even though the weekends are never long enough, it felt like 37 combined?

This weekend was one of those. Mainly because we halfway moved out.

Some of our things went to storage, and some are going to the new place. Katie's super sweet parents came to help us with the first half. They got into town in the afternoon, so, to get a jumpstart on the task, we pulled everything we were moving out onto the lawn Saturday morning. We thought we were really funny and set it up outside like the inside.  Moving furniture already cracks me up for some reason - add that to our outdoor living room and I was doomed to lose it. 

It was also one of the easiest ways to move I've ever done (which is, let's be real, a subject I'm familiar with), because by the time the truck arrived, we had a full picture of everything we needed to load. Like a big puzzle! 

I also rented this beauty just to make sure we had enough room. Needless to say, it doesn't have the turn radius of my Jeep. It also beeps when you back up...

Surprisingly, we had no less than 11 people ask us if we were having a yard sale. At one point, we said no, but a girl still said: could I take a look and see if there is anything I want to buy?

I almost said yes, based on her persistence alone! I guess if you really want my table that badly...

Other weekend highlights include a late dinner at Taco Mac Saturday night, drinks on the patio at Noche Sunday afternoon, and dinner with Sally and her mama at Two Urban Licks Sunday. 

Sunday night, I crashed into bed - happily exhausted. Now, just a few more nights until a rat-free home. Yaay! I hope your weekend was wonderful, too!