At Least It's Not Detroit

Part 1



Part 2



Since I'm still unpacking things (books, books and a lot of shampoo for some reason) and don't have time to properly blog, I give you these snappy Cleveland tourism videos courtesy of my pal Jenni Sperandeo.

Glee Meets My Morning Jacket

Is it wrong that I think I might like this version better?

"Wordless Chorus" courtesy of The Carleton Singing Knights.

(found at My Old Kentucky Blog)

Uncovering Hidden Treasures... Not.

It's a bad sign when I start a post with a "not" joke.

The moving truck should be here any minute. Boy did we ever NOT get enough stuff packed. This weekend will consist of boxing more magazines, books, and unbelievably... clothes. (We've already packed the Pina Colada full of my apparently predominantly black wardrobe like three or four times. Really, I thought I'd started branching out into color a lot more. Guess not).

I'm turning 39 on Sunday and I realize now that as I enter the last year of my 30s I will have a lot more to contemplate than the approaching 40. I will also be wondering how I managed to accumulate so much useless "what the hell is this? Oh, an issue of Vanity Fair from 1995" crapola! That said, I still wish I had my Seventeen magazine collection from the 80s.

Sigh.

My House No Longer Smells Like Stinky Baby

Because it now smells like vinegar and paint.

The first time I saw the unbelievably frightening kitchen at our new house I laughed about how the aforementioned grody khaki colored plaid wallpaper with bizarre (and bizarrely charming) cow border looked like Tom's show shirt from 2002-03. So tonight I made him pose with it and here is the crappy phone camera result.

He is a study in neutral tones...

I don't remember the last time I was this tired. I'm so tired I can't even be cranky about the fact that the paint color I chose for the living room resembles the paint chip only in the dark... too tired to be sad about sorta destroying the half bath when I tried every method known to man to get that wallpaper off (obnoxious black stripes with a flowered border... sigh). I have now decided that there must be a God because only the Devil would invent wallpaper.

I am not too tired to write and complain, though! Never too tired for that!

I should just be grateful that we have a cute house that may not smell like stinky baby sometime in the near future (not due to actual stinky baby but because the previous owners had one of those cheap hand tufted wool rugs that was apparently shipped in camel urine). And I am very thankful.... or I will be again in the morning.

Meanwhile, The Oak Ridge Boys, sweet dudes that they are, have been Twittering their thanks to me for writing about them. How awesome is that?!

Hello... Is There Anybody In There?

When I was 13, my friend Katie and I used to do some interpretive dance to this song, acting out the lyrics. We had a pretty good routine, I think, but in retrospect that sounds kind of disturbing and could explain a few things.

I feel like every post (weekly, lately) seems to be me wondering if there's anybody out there, actually. I apologize once again, but I do think I'm sparing you by not blogging the details of packing up all my crap that once fit so neatly in this house but now feels endless.

Yesterday I backed my car into our fence. (No Asian driver jokes, please!) I hope this isn't a bad sign as we close today at 1 pm. Tom and I will become homeowners for the first time ever... buying into the American dream of mortgage payments and not living in your mother's house anymore. I feel on the verge of spastic tears at any moment but I think that might be the PMS. TMI?

In related news, I've become obsessed with HGTV and FLN.

I swear to return to regularly scheduled programming once the plaid wallpaper is down and the cow border has gone to cow heaven.

I cannot put my finger on it now...

This Might Be The Greatest Thing I've Ever Seen

(via Shane via ffffound)

Although now I hope this wasn't real (not a real cat - I'm not that insane)... and that no one got hurt.

Once again I apologize for my many days of absenteeism but a) I hope this makes up for it somewhat and b) we're closing on the house on Monday so I've been slightly crazed. I think I'm turning into a cardboard box. Why so many books?! Why?!!