I think every house needs one (or two, or eight) of these: Enchanted Faery Doors.
I offloaded everything on my digital camera last night, so there are finally pictures of the house. You get the whole ten-cent walking tour here, so this post is pretty absurdly graphic intense. Fair warning. 🙂
I took my wedding gown in to be fitted last night and had the privilege of meeting the world’s sweetest seamstress. She mentioned being impressed that I managed to get into all the underthings and the dress itself without any help and I told it was from a few years of wriggling in and out of crazy Ren faire clothing. So that started us talking about ren faires and how she hopes to take her grandaughter, who’s three, to the local one in a few years. She loves things like that, she said, always has; she used to play D&D with her children when they were small and she and her husband occasionally do some online gaming “because after 40 years, you have to do something new sometimes.”
Wedding plans are marching onward..mostly down to the fun, detail-y stuff now. According to the little daily countdown that TheKnot.com keeps for me, there’s 65 days left. 65!!!
My grandmother has been going three times a week to wade in the indoor pool at the YMCA, hoping to help her hips and back. She says it’s working, which is great, but I’m also just glad she’s geting out of the house to do something new. And because she cant really drive herself, my mom has to go too, so she no longer has to try to steal work-out time from somewhere else. Apparently there’s a creepy locker-room lady with personal space issues, though. 0.0
Did anybody else know that the Nashville Zoo has a massive milti-leveled wooden playground equipment structure for adults? Neither did I, till I went there for my birthday. I decided that it had been far too many years since I’d seen a zoo, so that was part of my birthday plan for this year: take the GRE, spend the day at the zoo, have dinner somewhere, and see Order of the Phoenix. It was the first time in a while I’d gotten to spend a whole, entire day with John where we weren’t doing chores around the aparment or house-hunting, or wedding stuff. Just a day o’ fun-ness. Of course, we both spent the next two days packing and moving a massive truckload of ridiculously heavy furniture. :p (Made up for it on Saturday, though…my mom’s gift was an hour-long massage!)
Everything since then has pretty much been a blur of settling into the house and frantically catching up on all the wedding stuff we let lapse while we were searching for, buying, and moving into said house. Three months more, then wedding, honeymoon in Key West (yay, I get to see the ocean! Crap, I have to wear a bathing suit!!), and then hopefully what will pass for normal married life for us can actually begin.
And then there’s work. Which is overwhelming at the moment since I’m doing the work of two people until they can hire someone and send them through computer training. It’s looking like mid-September is the best we can hope for there and I’ve already had a crappy week so the less said about it, the better.
Many many pictures forthcoming, when I can get them onto my computer…which is another embarrassing story. I locked myself out of my computer. Changed the password on my iMac and now I have no clue at all what it is. Must be a theme with me lately, since I locked myself out of my house yesterday too. Did I mention I’m having a bad week?
Also I got my GRE scores back. I think I did well, but I’m not so sure what constitutes good scores there.
House! Hooooouuuuuuussseeee. *tinyhappydance* Since my friend Heather has been bugging me, pictures are forthcoming. We’re faily well settled in…still boxes everywhere, especially in the library because we have no book shelves, but it’s comfy and livable and very home.
John had two weeks of vacation and did practically nothing but move and clean out the apartment. I packed after work, and then took three days off last week – one for my birthday (Zoo! Red Lobster! Harry Potter!) and two for moving. That weekend we moved furniture and more boxes. (With brief-but-superfun Dave-n-Deanna interlude! Woo!)
I came back to work on Monday morning to find out I did not get a new job in my office (which is a good thing right now, I was pretty relieved even though I’d interviewed for it), but my coworker did. I’ve been alone, on the phones, this entire week, will likely be so next week while they interview replacement people, and then two weeks more after that while said new person is in computer training. And even after just four days, it’s getting a little old knowing that I can’t get up to go pee without backing up the phone line.
So while yes, I am still riding the giddy high of going home to my shiny new house, at the moment I want to go home to said house and not. come. out.
I’m another year older and in a brand new place.
…which isn’t very far from the old place, but whatever, shutup, it’s still new.
Turned 24, took the GRE, moved into a house. My first house. Our first house. Did it all in about a week. Hell, half of it I did in one day. Also saw several awesome movies, had a photo shoot experience (what a bizarre sort of hell, I will never mock a model again) and interviewed for a new job I may or may not want.
Very busy. Very behind. Very tired.
PS, thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes…very glad to have phone and internet to talk to people again.
I didn’t want to say anything until it was really and truly officially official, especially given what happened with out first choice, but since the key has taken up residence on my keyring, I think I’m safe in spreading the news.