I have become that which I hate most....

I can't believe it. But I did it. I answered a cell phone while in a public restroom. In my defense, at least, I was not actually using the bathroom as I have overheard many other undergraduates at the university and random middle-aged women at the mall do. And, I do believe that I at least had a real reason. Matt and I were literally in the middle of negotiating the sell of House 1.0. In addition, Matt was out of the country and I knew the call was from him. So, at least, it really was a very important call. But..... Still.... I am so ashamed.

You Learn Something New Everyday

Today I learned that resting your cellphone, which is now your only phone, beside an open diet soda is not a good idea.

If it wasn't for bad luck....... Part 2

Because the garage door is broken, we're currently parking in our driveway. Covering our driveway, is a big, beautiful oak tree which is a haven to many birds and squirrels.

This morning, I kissed my husband good-bye as he headed out to work only to see him come come back in maybe 2 minutes later. "Baby," he said, "we need to get the garage door fixed." "Why? What's wrong?!" "A bird pooped on me," he said as he scrubbed and scrubbed his hand. Luckily, it only got on his hand.

The garage door guy comes today at 11:00 am.

If it wasn't for bad luck.......

Wednesday: Discovered that the deep freezer in our garage had tripped a breaker and had been off for probably 24 hours or so. Didn't discover this until everything in the deep freezer was smelly melted mush.......

Also on Wednesday: For some reason, the US Postal Service is not forwarding our mail. And we're pretty confident we did everything we were suppose to.

Monday: The garage door opener came apart from the actual garage door. As of Thursday, we still need to get it fixed. We were only able to fit our cars into the garage to park on Sunday.

Previous week: My well-meaning father-in-law set off the house alarm.

Also: discovered a nest of nasty, pooping black-birds just above our deck.

The week before: moving our four-prong dryer into a house with a three-prong outlet. Replacing the cord probably took 2 weeks. Really.

Also: I broke the lawn mower. Really. I mowed for 5 minutes, and I've been mowing big eastern Kentucky lawns since I was about 13 or so, and broke the lawn mower.

Also: Realization upon moving in -- "Huh, we have a lot of books and no bookshelves in this house." (House 1.0 had built-in bookshelves. )

Also: "Where's Cho? (the cat)" Cho had managed to squeeze her way into the insulation of the house, in the scary, unfinished storage room in the basement.

Stay tuned. I'm sure the adventures are just beginning!

When Did That Happen?!

My husband and I are currently in the process of moving into a larger home and readying the first home for sale. We both also have a lot of different changes going on with our jobs. So, as I sit here on a Saturday night (?!) checking and replying to work e-mail (?!), I can't help but ask myself, "When did I become an adult?" It seems to have happened so gradually. But it's so weird because most of the time I still feel like the dorky girl with frizzy hair who always did her homework.

17 Hours, 12 Minutes

After some recent work travel, I realized how different my recent travels were from the trips of my childhood. It was so easy to drive to the airport, take a plane to the destination, and repeat the process to return home.

Growing up our family made frequent trips from Kentucky to Minnesota and relatives made the same trips from Minnesota to Kentucky. And we drove. Sometimes the driving was straight through. We could not afford the luxury of airline travel. Hundreds and hundreds of miles in a 1980 Monte Carlo. Parents in the front and both kids in the back. No portable DVD players. No iPods. None of the luxuries kids have today.

When we finally arrived at our destination, or when our relatives finally arrived in Kentucky, it could be midnight, or 5 am, or any hour of the day or night. And the first topic of conversation was, "Made it in 17 hours, 12 minutes .... yeah, the construction around Chicago really slowed us down." There always seemed to be construction in Chicago.

To this day, when it's time to go on a trip, I like to leave first thing in the morning. It's a hand-me-down from my parents who got us out of bed, in the car, and on the road before the sun rose. Not a bad habit, except when your husband grew up much differently!

Very, Very Bad

Okay, I admit it. I haven't updated this blog in a long time. And, from everything I've heard, that's the ultimate sin of blogging -- to start a blog and never post! Life has been crazy with work, work travel, and we've been looking at adult-sized homes ; ) More to come on those topics soon.