some moving thoughts

Here we are, moving again. I have a history of moving. A lot. Which is funny, considering how much I absolutely despise moving. Like, you know how Native Americans represent time by saying, "many moons ago"? (Or at least how they do that in the movies?) For me it's "many moves ago." That is how I know what year we are talking about. "Remember? You were living in that place on Oakley," or, "It was when you were living on Western." Say 2007 and I don't recall. Say Maplewood, however, and I am with you all the way. I seriously hope that we will be in this next apartment for a long, long time.

My life used to be more portable. I had less stuff and I cared about basically nothing; I'd wait until the very last minute to "pack"--which usually consisted of me throwing stuff into boxes willy-nilly and even more frequently leaving a lot behind. Today I bought boxes and packing materials, and I've spent most of my day carefully packing and labeling boxes--I even discovered that saran wrap works wonders when you want to keep something closed without putting packing tape on it! Who knew I could be this organized? What is crazy is how much longer this process takes versus the old one, which is the point I suppose. Apparently I used to avoid things that took time and work!

Speaking of doing something that took time and was work, today I did the bar method DVD that I bought online. Holy cr@p it kicked my butt! My legs were like jello when it was over. I'm trying to get into good (better?) shape for the wedding, on a diet/eating better, et cetera, et cetera. I'm starting to wish that I'd taken a tip from my mother and chosen black lace for my wedding dress (oh yes she did and she looked amazing). This whole white-from-head-to-toe thing just isn't flattering!

Ok, back to packing. Happy Sunday!

stuff n thangs

I spent the day researching copyright permissions. Over and over and over and over.  Now I'm watching Law & Order: SVU and there were two episodes in a row with essentially the same plot: rape, wrong suspect, catch the right suspect, turns out right suspect had GOOD REASON to rape the victim. Oh Law & Order, come on. Either think up a new plot line or get off the air.

Lev and I are counting down the days until we move into our new apartment. We sign the lease next Friday. I've been semi-compulsively checking craigslist for new furniture. Too bad I can't really get anything yet, I mean, what is the point of buying stuff before you move? But when we move in I'm having a blowout.