Tuesday, April 29, 2014

A Yellow Lab and the Water

We got Boomer when the weather was starting to turn cold, so we never had any time with him as a puppy to go swimming.  Bella has always loved the water - I don't remember any transitional phase.  It's not like she learned to like it.  If there's water around, whether it's a lake or a mud puddle, she wants to be in it.

The first time we took Boomer to the water it was cold and gloomy out.  I didn't even want to dip my fingers in.  Bella didn't care - she galloped into the shallows and waded around to her heart's content.  Boomer waited at the shore line and whined for his friend.

Then we took them to the beach when we moved up here to Virginia.  The water was freezing.  Even Bella was hesitant to get in too deep.  Boomer finally got used to his paws being wet, but never intentionally got in the surf.

A few weeks ago I took them for a walk after a rain storm and he dodged the puddles like they were made of acid.  I began to wonder if he might be broken...he is a lab after all.

But then we took him to nearby Lone Star Lakes Park and let him and Bella explore at one of the boat ramps.  Bella was wading around in the chest-deep water and Boomer finally got up the nerve to walk in past his ankles.  He bit at each splash like the water was a living thing, puzzled by its rapid disappearing act.  He walked with his feet far out in front of him baffled by his inability to stand on this glassy surface.  It was really funny to watch.  He began running back and forth, chasing the splashes.

He likes the water now.  He doesn't love it yet, but he's getting there.  Good thing we have a long summer to look forward to.


Monday, April 28, 2014

Packing for a Move

Now that we're all "moved in," I am beginning to think our belongings may have come alive in the Uhaul and rapidly multiplied. Somehow, everything fit into our old house and yet will NOT fit into our new, larger house.

When we began the time-consuming process of packing up our house, I was determined to do it properly.  Cardboard boxes were neatly and meticulously taped.  Treasured belongings were delicately stacked.  Breakables were wrapped, and unwanted items were donated or trashed.

About 20 minutes later, my attitude transitioned from "I really care about the packing process" to "just throw this crap in the truck and let's call it a day." The thing about houses is, they're great at making you forget how much useless garbage you own.  Much of the stuff has been untouched for months.  Is there a reason to keep it? Probably not.  Will I still toss it into a box and carry it around for years? Yes. Absolutely.  How many cigarette lighters can one person have, seriously?  Are we going for a world record?  Nobody here even smokes.  How does at least one bobby pin end up in every single drawer?  Did it rain bobby pins at some point?  Why do all the world's mismatched and misplaced cords end up in my closets?  MAYBE ONE DAY I WILL NEED THIS CHARGER FOR A 2003 MOTOROLA RAZR.  LET'S GO AHEAD AND SCHEDULE ME FOR SEASON 45 OF HOARDERS.

It got to the point I began considering whether it would be better to just burn the place down than deal with organizing everything for transport to our new house.

This story has no ending.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Our House

So we closed on March 7, a Friday.  We moved in that weekend and it's been a blast. I don't even know how to recap the last couple of months so I'm not going to.  Let's just pick up and act like it hasn't been two months since my last post.

This is our house! The overgrown tree there has since been cut back. We also had four HUGE out of control Crepe Myrtles on the property and those got trimmed to a nice manageable size.

So far the neighborhood has been great.  Our neighbors are friendly and have offered to lend us lawn mowers and cups of sugar, you know, neighborly things.

We have four bedrooms now, so two of them are guest rooms and the room over the garage will be the man cave. We still don't have furniture for it, but Mike will slowly make it his.  The kitchen is not quite as luxurious as the one we left behind, but it will do.  Mike made his first beer - he said it was good but told me I wouldn't like it so I haven't tried it.  It took a month to make...two weeks to ferment and then two weeks to carbonate in a dark cabinet under our bathroom sink.

It's been an easy adjustment thanks to the help of my parents.  We could not have done it without them.  We've been trying to get out and explore the area and now that Mike's Jeep is up and running again we're looking forward to a fun summer outside.

Taylor was our first house guest!  She came last weekend and we went shopping up at the Williamsburg outlets.  We also played True American, the game invented on the show New Girl.  It's difficult with just three people but we had a lot of fun...I think.

I've been having a good time at work and am thankful it's a casual environment. I don't have to wear stuffy business suits and everyone is very laid back as far as the atmosphere is concerned.  Mike is going stir crazy as an unemployed house-husband but hopefully all the applications he has put out there will land something soon.

I've been trying to wear my hair natural to avoid the damaging heat of my flat iron. Some days are better than others.

That's all for now.

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