If, by moved in, you mean “Do you have boxes and boxes of stuff squirreled away in the other rooms, to make it look like everything is unpacked?”
I’d have to say yes.
Otherwise, I’m just slowly moving towards emptying boxes. Maybe a box a week. So, I should be done and “moved in” sometime in 2013. If I counted the boxes all correctly
And I don’t get anymore boxes.
And I never clean.
Or make food.
Or go to work.
On the plus side, my interior decorator, Jill (she is available for consultation), has done a pretty good job at figuring out how to show my personality in the home. In the next few weeks, I’ll try to get some pictures posted to show the amazing job she’s done.
I really needed the help because the house would be, well, more bachelorrific, without that (like the house would just be a transplant of my old apartment.)
Except for the appliances.
Ohh the sweet sweet appliances.
And thanks to Jill I’ve got some kicking porch chairs..
If I was the singer.. Well.. Somethings are better left said unsaid.
I recently bought the follow up to rock band named rockband 2.
The name of the game really should be RockBand: I am woman hear me roar.
Where the first game was a testosteronefest of KISS songs and wonderful Boston songs, this time around there is an actual balance of women bands. Fleetwood Mac, the Go-Gos, and Alanis Morisste to name a few.
Obviously Harmonic has a few more people dedicated to making it more enjoyable to women.
Well.. I told my boss that I would have to make less trips home once I had the house.
He laughed and said ok.
And now I understand why. While doing the final walkthroigh I noticed that there was a crack in the door jam. I told them to fix it.
Now after hours missed at work, watching the entire door frame being replaced, the accompaning swearing that was involved when he realized this door was not the right build and I have to come back for another appointment.
Still, even though it has it out foot me, I like the house.
I haven’t been working in the coal mines all day either.
After a very stress full friday (except for the Greek festival, where there was Greek food (sadly no Italian)) I zoned out for most of the weekend.
Then way too early Monday morning I has an itchy throat. Now I have a sore throat, have a humidifier making boiling noises at me and I have smeared vapor rub all over my chest.
Two Nerd Parents (My father, who unwisely let us look at his yearbook, has been teased for being the head of the math group)
Though, when I was growing up, and stuck watching PBS, and seeing Tom Baker being chased around by space mummies, he would walk around shaking his head and talk aloud as to the fact that he never could understand why I liked Doctor Who, as it was so cheesy.
This coming from the man who watched a TV show where you would have women, colored green, dancing around, you had episodes where you had space hippies and an Alien playing a harpsicord, and finally, the words “Teach me about this thing called earth love” was uttered more than once.
Pot.
Kettle.
Black.
Anywho, the little sister has fallen in love with Doctor Who. At first I thought it was because of the stellar story lines and excellent history of the show.
But No.
It was David Tennant.
Guess what is on her laptop wallpaper?
David Tennant.
So, I also read that there is much discussion about the next Batman bad guy, who is rumored to be the riddler, and who will play him.
Johnny Depp?
David Tennant?
Already, the camps are forming on this one… So here’s to you little sister.
