Come and Knock on Our Door

Come and knock on our door! We've been waiting for you....when the kisses are hers and his and his (not right...just go with it) three's company too!

Ok. So. We are moved in. It's official! I'm so happy.

TBF is living with DF and I. Because...wait for it...this condo is TWO THOUSAND SQUARE FEET! Whooot! In my adult life, I've never lived in a place this big. The apartment TBF and I shared in Seattle was 895...total. And I thought that place was a palace.

Wait...so if this new condo is Three's Company...then I guess that makes me Jack. Uh, right?

Yeesh...so who is Chrissy? And the other broad? 

Anyways, the move went really well. Well, not entirely true. At work on Friday I came down with the worst 24 hour stomach bug I've ever had. It was brutal. So yesterday I was barely able to stand up straight, let alone move furniture in. So my big strapping DF moved most of the heavy stuff.

Honestly, DF looked so beefy and sexy. He told me to quit staring at him like he was a T-Bone steak. But truly....he looked DAMN FINE. All rugged and strong. Yum. 

Ok. So I took pictures of the disaster when we moved all the shit in. But I can't find the cord for my camera. (And I can't find my laptop cord, or my BlackBerry charger, or DF's Valentine card) but we're slowly settling in.

I'll give you a preview of the layout. It's got 15 foot ceilings and tons of space, but the actual floor plans make it look squishy. I promise you'll see actual pictures the moment my camera cord resurfaces.

TBF crashed out at like 8PM last night. DF and I snuggled on the couch and watch "The Strangers" which if you haven't seen it, is a super scary movie about a young couple whose house gets broken into. Not the best choice for our first night in a new home. 

I have a handmade wood baseball bat from my friend Superhero in Seattle...and he even wood burned the words "Bad Mama Jamma" into it and stained the bat pink for me. So I slept with Bad Mama Jamma on one side of me and DF on the other. (Much to his chagrin.) 

So anyways. This weekend was way too short moving all our junk. I'm due for a long winter's nap or a cold adult beverage. 

DF is going to cook me the first love muffin of the new house right now. I'm typing away at the kitchen table and he sure as shit looks like a T-Bone steak to me. I'm so in love with him. 

And since the only things I've eaten today because of this stupid stomach bug are as follows: one bite of Caprese pizza, two bites of veggie lo mein, and three twizzlers, I'm hoping I keep this glorious love muffin down and start to feel better.

Finally in our new home....and happier than ever.

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Let's talk about Stress

Let's talk about stress baby....and what that does to you and me....let's talk abbbbout stress.

Ok...so not as good as Push It Real Good..... but, you know.

People say the most stressful things in life are as follows:

Moving.
Divorce.
Death.
Marriage.
Change of Job.

DF and I are doing 3 of the 5 currently. And lo and behold...(is it "low" and behold, or "lo" and behold? Whatever...I like "lo") we still like one another. In fact, I've barely slept in three nights, so I'm a nightmare- compounded by the stress at my new work. And now, YES, we've secured an amazing condo and have been moving things all week.

I am a mess. I am all broken out and look like Pizza the Hut from Spaceballs. And I feel like him too. Because lucky me is adjusting to being back on the pill....so my hormones are causing me to vacillate somewhere between screaming at the top of my lungs or crying. I'm so fun!

DF is doing such a good job. He's done most of the heavy work moving. And he's out getting me Dunkin Donuts right now because we are out of creamer. I love him.

And honestly, I'm so thankful to him because I'm a stress case. Between living with my parents, the stress of my fast paced new job, packing up yet again, renting moving vans, getting a new home set up, oh and figuring out what kind of wedding we want plus trying to lose weight and be beautiful on top of it all....I'm barely holding it together.

But then DF hugs me and as cheesy as it is, my breath slows down and I feel alright.

I am shredded. But so loved.

SO.....yes. We are moving into our new home OFFICIALLY tomorrow. I shall of course provide pictures. But let me just say this: it is GLORIOUS. It is 1997 square feet of glorious. Two stories of heaven. I'm so in love with it.

And my bathroom is the best part with the twin sinks. All I fantasize about it the perfect toothbrush holder in between the sinks holding one pink toothbrush and one blue one. It's going to happen.

Get me through today! And keep your fingers crossed we survive the move in!

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One Word Wednesday #8

MOVING!