Anyway, I had every intention of taking pics of the crime scene that my apartment turned into as it filled up with boxes, and then more intentions of taking more pics of the PILES of stuff I took to Goodwill, but it wasn't meant to be. Rest assured with the mental image of a small moving truck being absolutely, LITERALLY filled TOTHEBRIM with all of my/our stuff. (I get to say "our" because a LOT of the boxes were wedding gifts. Thank you to our lovely friends for helping sponsor our marital bliss!) That said, it might have been the best moving experience I've ever had, and I've had quite a few. L flew down to help me and to spend my last weekend in the 512 with me, and it turns out we move pretty well together. Good to know for the future when we move BACK.
The weekend at camp was perfect and just what I needed to recharge myself and conquer the packing. There really is no better place on earth to me than Fern Lake. I know I'm biased, but it really is so beautiful and serene. I'm a total city girl but there is just something so peaceful and simple about being in the middle of the woods on a tiny, private lake that just makes you feel one with yourself, nature, and God. Love it. Even better when you throw in some of your oldest friends. Laughter abounds.
So now I'm in Dallas and kickin' it old school with my parents in the same bedroom I grew up in, although it's been redone since I threw up the deuce on living here after college. So far it's been fine... worked from home 4 days last week and went into the office here 1 day. The problem we're working on fixing right now is that parents forget that I am not just up here playing on Facebook or whatever; I'm actually working and it's not always the best idea to barge in. I think by the time the wedding rolls around this will cease to be a problem, but for now it's baby steps. It IS fun and fabulous to be here when the UPS and FedEx guys ring the doorbell! Other huge bonus to living at home: my sweet puppy who is really not a puppy at all and is 10 1/2 years old. He'll always be a puppy to me. He has the personality of a puppy and is small enough to look like one. This pic is from last year's photo shoot at the pumpkin patch outside our neighborhood, but it'll give you a good idea of what he looks like. Without further adieu, I give you Boomer (aka, The Boom, Boomerang, Boomie, Buddy, Boom-chicka-boom, or Puppy):
Boomer is my little buddy and he's become my shadow since I rolled in a week ago. Because I'm lazy and been able to do so, I've worked several days in my pajamas... and perhaps even from my bed, and The Boom may or may not have been curled up under the sheets with me all day long. He's a total slut for the cuddling, being warm, and being with people. Also, in case you are wondering, he's not intentionally posing in the pic above. Those pumpkins were really big and he couldn't see over them, so he HAD to get up on top of them like that to see what else was out in the field. You gotta get creative when your legs are only 4" long.
That's all for now. More to come on a more frequent basis, and hopefully with better stories.
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