Moving: Never Again.

I took a nap with Cory today. Cory is  a big believer in the Sunday afternoon nap. Me? Not so much. Naps always leave me feeling groggy and befuddled. I wish they made me feel refreshed and ready to go, but...nope. And I'm never quite right for the rest of the day. Right now I'm sitting here trying to think of what in the world I did this week and...I've got nothing. I'm not even sure what I did today. Naps. They really throw me off.

We're officially moved out of our last apartment. I've moved every year for the past 4 years, and this move was definitely the hardest. Why do I have so much stuff?? Why?? That was actually Cory's mantra while we moved. He would pick up a box, and chant "Whyyy, Lindy, whhyyyy?" all the way to the car. That was a fun experience for everyone.

That's not even half of it. "Whhyyy" indeed.

So far I don't feel like we've made very much progress on the whole, "get settled in" front. It makes me feel tense to have our house messy like this. We've definitely made progress since the above picture was taken, but not nearly as much as I'd like. I need a free weekend to just settle in, hang up pictures and clean out closets. It didn't help that I went out of town for a week during prime moving time, but...that was totally worth it. Maybe by August I'll have everything put away where I want it, and the closets organized. Maybe...

I organized our silverware! So, I can check that one, tiny thing off the list. I pinned this cute silverware caddy idea I found on my preferred brand of crack cocaine  pinterest a few weeks ago.

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I just loved it. The thrift store gods smiled down on me after that, and I found a cute chicken wire pot holder contraption for $2.00.

I finally found the correct size of mason jar, and put it all together yesterday:

I like it. I like it a lot.

Cory wonders, "Why can't we have our forks in a drawer like normal people?"

Excellent question, Cory. I'll get back to you on that one...

Oh! I just remembered something. Last night Cory took me on a surprise date. It was awesome. Like we were really dating again. At 8:00 he asked me if I wanted to go to a movie!! I had plans to hang up curtain rods but...they were quickly pushed aside. By 9:00 we were in the car, and 9:30 we were watching the previews. I felt so spontaneous and wild. And...I should probably get out more.

The new X-men movie had it big debut at the "Dollar Theater" last night (They upped their prices to THREE dollars recently. Psh. But I can't stop calling it the dollar theater. The Three Dollar Theater just doesn't roll off the tongue.).And it was awesome. I really love the X-Men movies. Even the ones everyone else claims are really bad. I don't think I'm very discerning in this area. And I'm okay with that.