I’m sitting on the couch, watching Dancing With the Stars (yay!) and updating my blog while my husband and my dog are off on a multi-mile run around the neighborhood.  Um, what’s wrong with this picture?  A LOT.

But, oh well.  I’m okay with being lazy.  For the most part.

I’m so excited for the start of this new tv season, especially Mondays.  Although Allan is out running with The Moo Dog, ordinarily we would both be couch-bound watching Dancing With the Stars, How I Met Your Mother, Two Broke Girls and Castle.  Monday is THE tv night in our house.  And it’s back!  With all new episodes! Squee!

Lest you think all I do is sit on my couch all day, I actually had a super busy and productive weekend. On Saturday morning I got up (entirely too) early and did some serious, heavy-duty packing.  We cleared off bookshelves in the living room, took down decorations, spackled and scrubbed walls, etc, etc, etc…

Though there hasn’t been much progress with the house lately – which is I guess par for the course – I still feel the need to pack, pack, pack.  And it’s not like there’s been zero progress with the house.  We did get wood delivered.  There will be wood!

We’re not going to be around this weekend, so I needed to do twice the work.  Next weekend nothing will be accomplished.  Why?  Because we will be camping.  No, I’m not joking.  I will be sleeping in a tent.

The weekend wasn’t all work and no play, though – we spent the bulk of Saturday in Dirrrrty Durham at a Duke football game.  I had never been before and friends of ours had free tickets, so why not?

The atmosphere was so different than what I’m used to as far as college football goes.

Did you know that when the Mountaineers have a home game, Mountaineer Field becomes the biggest city in West Virginia? That people tailgate for hours and hours and sometimes days? That our fans are full of passion and beer?

Duke’s stadium was at least 1/3 empty.  There wasn’t much tailgating to speak of.  There was no craziness to be found.

I know it’s a different story for their basketball games.  They’re the definition of loyal, intense fans – they are the Cameron Crazies, after all – but their football fans were absolutely lackluster.

But we still had fun.  The weather was spectacular, we were with good friends enjoying new experiences.  We found a random block party, ate some tasty food and listened to a good cover band.

Plus, we got a good picture of the two of us.  Relatively speaking, there are very few pictures of me and the hubster, but a nice one was taken before.

And yes, I also think my hair is crazy long all of a sudden.

I’m going to try to make curtains, you guys.

This is really nerdy, but I’ll tell you anyway.

Allan and I watch a lot of HGTV.  A LOT of it.  So much, in fact, that one of the tables at our wedding was the HGTV table.

As a result of all our tv-watching and inspiration-getting, we decided that for at least one room, we were going to walk into a fabric store and look for something that caught our eye and then build a room around that particular print.

We decided to do this because 1) it would be fun and 2) we have no idea how to decorate some of the (empty) rooms in our house.

Last night, while waiting for my $600 tires to be installed (no, seriously, $600.  a part of me died.), we went over to Joann Fabrics and – queue the angel music – found something that we absolutely love.

We knew we wanted the study to have a more modern feel, but that’s about as far as we got.  Now that we have this fabric, we know we want it to be a crisp, navy blue and white room with dark wood.  We’re going with dark wood mainly because that’s what we currently have (dark, particle board wood from Target – woot, woot!), but we also think it’ll look nice.

I’m super excited about it.

I’m really trying to take advantage of all this extra time we have before we move to make decorating decisions.  We know what the house will look like, what its bones will be, and I don’t want to get in there and haphazardly slap stuff together.  I want to put some thought into it.  But at the same time, when we move in, every wall will be white and half of the rooms will be empty, and my instinct will be to throw random paint on walls and hang stupid pictures just to fill and decorate the space.

Planning early is my strategy for avoiding impulsive mistakes.  Expensive, impulsive mistakes, I might add.

Oh, and I did I mention that I don’t know how to sew?

I don’t know how to sew!  But thanks to Pinterest, I found this tutorial and that’s how I plan to make the curtains.

I used to think that on your wedding day, you were as in love as you were ever going to be.  That it was the peak of your romantic life.  All of the taffeta and candles and flowers and guests equaled up to more love than you’d ever felt or would ever feel again.

Not true.

Exactly two years after we vowed to join our forevers, I can say with complete honesty that I am more in love with my husband today than I’ve ever been.  And tomorrow, I have no doubt, I will love him even more than I do today.

Well, hello Internet.

How goes it?

It’s Monday.  Monday fun day.  Or not.

Nah, Mondays are fine.  They generally go by quickly.  I have my weekly lunch with coworkers, then I have my weekly staff meeting with my other coworkers, then by the time I finish hearing what everyone did over the weekend, it’s time to go home.

Time to go home to my insane-o dog.  My God, does he hate Mondays.

They’re not fun days for him.  Not at all, not even close.

When I get home, he goes nuts.  He shakes and wiggles with such ferocity, you’d think the earth would spin out of its axis.  And he licks any part of me his tongue will reach.  My dog, he’s a kisser by nature.  But on Mondays, it’s kind of out of control.  It’s NON STOP KISSING.

And he has bad breath.  It smells of fish though he doesn’t actually eat fish.  Figure that one out for me, will ya?

I think he has so much trouble with Mondays because we’re home all weekend.  For two days, he has company and love and attention.  He loves attention.  LOVES. IT.  And then Monday rolls around and POOF it’s all gone.  No more company, no more love and certainly no more attention.  It’s really hard for him and it kind of breaks my heart.  So of all the days of the week, I make sure I stay put on Monday nights.  Sometimes Allan goes climbing without me, sometimes he’ll run an errand, but most of the time he stays home with me and The Moo Dog.

We’re trying to be good, responsible parents to him because really, he’s a fantastic dog.  He deserves to have us home with him during his time of need.

My arms are sore, which hasn’t happened in a while.  But they’re sore because I hadn’t gone climbing in a while.  Two weeks to be exact.  That’s a long time to be away from those plastic rocks.

But I went yesterday and I knocked out some new routes – one of which wasn’t even on the very bottom of the difficulty scale.  It was on the notch above the very bottom.  But it’s progress!  Now the easiest routes in the gym – those of the 5.5 variety – actually feel very easy.  Unless they have giant overhangs.  But for the most part, they’re a breeze and I just do them to warm up and get exercise.  Now I’m trying to nail down the 5.6 routes.  For the most part, the technical moves are still the same, but the holds are a little smaller.  Some are a lot smaller.  It’s more of a challenge.

If you’re wondering how I could have climbed new routes if I’ve been going to the same gym for more than two months, the answer is this: they change the walls.  Every four months, it’s a completely new gym.  When I came back from my break, there were about 12-15 new routes on my favorite wall – three new 5.5 (which I flashed), two new 5.6 (one of which I flashed) and a new 5.7.  My goal is to do the 5.7 before they take it away.  There are also numerous other routes that go well beyond 5.7 on that wall, but they don’t really have any relevance to my life.  I cannot do them.  I may not ever be able to do them.  And that’s okay.

In other news, I got a new keyboard at work and I really like how the keys sound when I type.  Like, I look for excuses to type long things because I love the soft click, click, click of the letters.  Go ahead, think that I’m a nerd.  I am.  And it’s cool.

Anyway.  Do you want to know why I got a new keyboard?  I’ll tell you.  But be forewarned, it’s a sad story.

The story starts in Pittsburgh, city of my childhood.  I grew-up in an area with no Starbucks within a 10 mile radius.  I kid you not.  No Starbucks, not in a 10 mile radius.  But Pittsburgh is a major city, you say.  And it is!  It’s major!  And big!  With more than 100 skyscrapers!  But no Starbucks on every street corner, which is the way it is in Raleigh.

And none of those Starbucks within the 10 mile radius were anywhere near where we went.  Or were going.

So I was in Pittsburgh and I was tired and I was sick and I wanted a latte.  A grande, solo shot latte.  But I couldn’t get one.  There was no coffee to ease my throat, to keep my eyes from closing, to comfort me when I felt ill and upset.

See?  I told you it was a sad story.

While there was no Starbucks, there was a Dunkin Donuts.  And according to their commercials, everybody runs on Dunkin!  So on Monday – the last night of my trip – I decided to throw caution to the wind and see if they had lattes.

They did!

And it wasn’t half bad!

But when we got back to my uncle’s house – which is where we stayed – we learned that the upstairs toilet was broken.  That to pee (which I do in the middle of the night EVERY NIGHT), we’d have to go to the basement of his ranch house.  We’d have to walk to the opposite side of the upstairs, flip unfamiliar light switches, climb down steep stairs, flip more unfamiliar light switches, and relieve our bladders.

I immediately stopped drinking the coffee.

(more sadness)

So, the next morning as we were heading back below the Mason-Dixon, we stopped at Dunkin Donuts once again.  But this time I ordered a small latte and requested a half shot of espresso – because, of course, I didn’t want to make 1,000 pit stops.  But they gave me a full shot of espresso, which rendered it undrinkable.

(again with the sad)

So on Wednesday, when I was fully ensconced in my life, I got a cup of coffee after lunch.  A grande, solo shot latte from Starbucks.  The first sips I had told me it was delicious.  The most perfect latte that ever was.  And when I got back into my office, I spilled the entire latte (minus those few heavenly sips) all over my desk.  And my keyboard.  And my mouse.


So, I did not get to drink a latte that day, nor have I ordered another one.  I did, however, get a new keyboard and mouse.  And while I’m a fan of the keyboard, I would have been happier with the latte.

The end.

In other news, our house has concrete.  Concrete, people!  We suspect things will slow down for the next week or two in terms of progress because of the stages of development of other homes in the neighborhood.  But Allan assures me this delay was already taken into consideration when giving us our move-in estimate.