The Saga Continues November 25, 2008

Okay, again, not dead. But we are all MOVED people. Into a HOUSE. We spend our time now doing things like replacing all the handles on the kitchen cabinets and painting miles and miles of trim. Although, do not be fooled. ‘Moved’ is a word which here means ‘forcibly and abruptly relocated with very poor planning and absolutely no organization.’ It bears NO relation whatsoever to the word ‘unpacked’. Two weekends ago we woke up on a Saturday morning and had absolutely not one teeny-tiny little thing packed up in our apartment. And by Sunday afternoon we had moved every last one of our posessions and cleaned the apartment very thoroughly. I know. Why do I do this to myself? I was totally blogging it in my head the whole time so I wouldn’t start beating myself over the head with a frying pan. Which of course, is doomed to that Saved Draft Archive of my brain, since our computer stayed imprisoned in a high impenetrable fortress of random junk for two weeks since. This completely lame blog revived thanks to Joey, who rescued the computer and set it up on a desk all pretty-like. And more grudgingly, thanks to the Time Warner Cable guys. Since the sweet, sweet Internets are back in my life once more, even though it took you SEVEN HOURS and you left a cable dangling strangely against the outside of my house.

More importantly, though! It is our Thanksgiving Break right now, and we have a blessedly long break which we are devoting to nesting. Yesterday? We spent a lot of time at IKEA together? And did not argue even a little bit. I know. We almost got kicked out of IKEA for annoying all of the normal people with our “holding hands” and “flirting”.

Also more importantly! Last Friday Joey woke up and was stricken by OMG We Are Grown-Ups With A House And All. To celebrate the complete upheaval and chaos of the stupid, stupid way we chose to move, the fact that we have a BABY coming in three months, and…I don’t know what else, those two sound like enough to me, he decreed that we must now have a dog. I kind of thought he was joking until we were driving out to the middle of nowhere to look at puppies on some farm (which did not exist, actually, even though it was TOTALLY there when he got a dog in 7th grade) but he was NOT. And then I got on board the puppy train, because lately I have been feeling really freaked out about this whole impending motherhood deal, and I realized that I need to stop whining and worrying and just say BRING IT ON, chaos. Because no, I will never have my life perfectly calm and ordered and drama-free. And also because PUPPY! Yum! Squish!

Her name is McLovin (ha ha, no it isn’t, not even close, but that would be awesome, and she is for sure cool enough to have a blog alias) and she is the most cutest beagle puppy in the history of time, and I will put up pictures as soon as we unearth the camera. Currently she is eating a pair of my underwear from the clean laundry mountain (don’t ask. I couldn’t just unpack the clothes. No. I had to wash ALL of them and then sort them and then organize the closets by season, and… nesting is not for sissies.) and I am letting her, because the lace on those underwear was uncomfortable and I was going to toss them anyhow, and better them than any of Joey’s Mysterious Electronic Cable-y Things.

And now I have to go convince myself to do productive things, and not hide in bed with Eclipse to take my mind off the fact that I can’t eat anything because of stupid glucose screening test thing. And how perfect is my timing, by the way? I’ve gone all this time only vaguely aware of the existence of the Twilight series and how it is supposed to be so wonderful. And I finally and randomly pick up the first book and fall madly in love the day before the movie comes out. Joey took me to see the movie in one of those “Only because I love you” gestures, and ended up becoming very into the plot and somehow guessing about things that don’t happen until the second book. Although he did say that Edward looked like a mime.