That state of utter chaos that descends on your house just days before you pack up all of your earthly belongings and your dog and move across town (I know, I know, the drama...actually, we are only moving a few blocks north...I need to calm down). But, as a lover of lists and organization and knowing where all of my stuff is at any given moment, the state of this place is making me a little crazy. But the payoff is on its way in the form of a new end unit row house complete with three fantastic roommates and a big fenced in yard for the puppy love. Yep, totally worth it.
And speaking of the puppy love..Cooper is stressed. The sight of all of these boxes and the quickly disappearing furniture (a couch disappeared with some lucky Craigslisters in the time it took us to walk around the block on Saturday) has sent him into a little bit of a tailspin. I am convinced all of this is conjuring up memories of the Nashville - Philadelphia road trip we took together just about a year ago during which he was drugged and packed in a clown car for over 14 hours. Poor guy. But I have a feeling he is going to be a fan of the new digs as well!
In the words of Bethenny Frankel...holy shitballs (sorry, Mom).
I hope that you're having a really great Monday and if you're out enjoying happy hour right now feel free to have a cocktail or two for me. And if you don't see me in the next few days it's probably safe to assume that I have suffocated under a large pile of bubble wrap but I'll be back with new house pictures as soon as we're all settled in. Can't wait!
And I have to admit, listening to skinny jean clad opening act Ben Rector sing about his home in Nashville made my heart hurt just a little bit. That town is something special and I miss it bigtime. But despite some pangs of nostalgia, Needtobreathe was great and I was so excited to finally make it to the 9:30 Club (I realize I'm a little late on this one...it's a D.C. must-go).
Other weekend fun included an extra long Town Hall brunch, quality time with the best friend, packing more boxes and articles of clothing than I care to admit, late night beer pong with some favorite Wake Forest boys, and a cozy, rainy Sunday afternoon that was perfect for doing absolutely nothing!
Lately I'm getting all kinds of happy over rising temperatures, trees in bloom, big cups of coffee, a new hot pink skirt, long walks with my main man, no reason days off, a big box from Pottery Barn, plans for a Dewey Beach Memorial Day, and the anticipation of the moving truck arriving on 35th Street in less than one week!
...about how your dog's voice would sounds if he could talk? I have. And I'm pretty sure he would be a moody 12 year old boy who needs a lot of attention and is scared of everything. I imagine a lot of "but Moooooom!"'s coming out of his little mouth. And because I find this little game of imagining pretty amusing, I also find this pretty amusing...
I am fully aware that this is a stretch as far as blog-worthy material goes but it's Monday, okay?
Right now, that's how I'm feeling. Not winning mega-million lottery ticket lucky like that lady in Maryland, but lucky nonetheless. Why? Where do I begin. I'm wavering between a residual high from a nearly perfect weekend with my best friends and what my good friend Corinne likes to call "postpartum lakehouse depression." Not sure that the term makes a whole lot of sense but it seemed to capture the general sentiment as we packed up and left Chi O Lake Weekend 2012 yesterday afternoon.
This past weekend, 15 of my girlfriends from college and I headed down to South Carolina for some much needed fun in the sun, wine drinking, junk food eating, and some very overdue catching up. Heck, there was even a candle pass (yay Lucy and John!). Needless to say, the weekend was pretty close to perfection. And though it has been three years and a world of growing up since we hung up our chucks, retired our 80's prom outfits, and kissed Babcock goodbye, there are some things that haven't changed. These girls are still smart and thoughtful and hilariously funny and outrageously inappropriate and I feel so blessed to call them my friends.
Making Joel proud with the letsgetcrazy picture, although this time more fully clothed civilized...
Missing you girls already and counting the days until our next reunion!
Though I’ve often been the type to get lost day dreaming about “someday” I am finding more and more that what is important is right now. After spending four amazing years at a fratastic ACC school, I moved to Nashville, TN to pursue my masters degree in Speech-Language Pathology. And though I adored Music City, the real world was calling me to DC for my first grown-up job so my sweet puppy and I recently made the move to our new home in the district! Though at times embarrassing and only moderately entertaining, this is a little window into my world.