Friday, August 27, 2010

The road to Florida - part first

Waaaay back on August 11, our move officially began at around 7:30 a.m. The packers had arrived! Yes, we had people pack for us. And, at the risk of sounding completely spoiled and ungrateful, it was not a blissful experience. Everyone said three hours, three hours were all these "professionals" needed to pack all our crap. And we were fools enough to believe them. 10 and a half hours. That is how long it took for two guys to pack our stuff. Mind you, they arrived at 7:30 but did not actually start packing until after eight. By the time they "finished" there was almost no light left for them to work by - they'd packed our lamps and only the kitchen and bathrooms have overhead lights. It was frustrating enough that day, but jump ahead to unpacking and we are about ready to kill someone. The box marked "blankets?"  It contains a shelf, toys, a radio, and one comforter. What about the one labeled "cat box, bottles?" It has the cat box (a cloth cube with Honey's toys, brush, etc.), but it also has our Corningware, and, the crown jewel, bottles that were meant for the recycling center. Ugh!

But back to August 11. Thank goodness for my neighbor friend, Melody, who took Emily for the day and showed her a really good time. Mel is the mom of sweet little Emma, and, in case I haven't mentioned it before, one of the best neighbors you can ever hope to find. The girls became inseparable, especially as our time to leave drew near. Emma even joined us at the California Pizza Kitchen for our last dinner in Virginia Beach. The girls totally owned the evening:
Emily and Emma with Neptune
At the Town Center fountain
Once we got home we all tried to sleep on naked mattresses with only the bare essential in linens. We needed some good rest because the next day the movers would load up the truck and we would hit the road.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I am alive

Oh, internet, how I've missed you!  Two weeks was a really long time for us to be separated. We made it to Florida last Sunday and started having adventures straight away.  I promise to tell you all about them, but, for now, I must finish painting the ladder for a bunk bed.

Monday, August 9, 2010


Sometimes, when I visit the beach, I look at the people around me and really hope burqinis catch on.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Regarding quality produce

"Our grapes are as ripe as a golden star!"

Oh Emily, it is so good to have you home.

Friday, August 6, 2010

How to charm me

Tell me I turned out to be a "real crackerjack."

Thursday, August 5, 2010

And cue the applause

Finally! Finally, my hair dresser asked what I'd been doing with my hair.  "It is the best I've ever seen it!" she said. And I smiled so wide the salon could have fit in my mouth.  So I told her I went no 'poo in April and she just died. I have been waiting for this moment ever since I started reading about other no 'pooers getting props from the hair professionals in their lives. Here are the three-month photos of the hair that made my stylist swoon:

Now we just have to see how it does in Florida.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Houston, we have a problem

I wonder how often that phrase gets used... Wow, nothing like a tangent to start a post.

Over the weekend, Ben drove down to Tampa to inspect the house, our house, again before signing the lease. Everything was pretty much as we remembered except we found one teensy problem...

Yeah, that's going to have to be fixed.