My New Babies

After less than a year of marriage, Steven and I are going to be parents!!! Now, stop assuming I'm pregnant or we are having a man child. Because we're not... we're having puppies! That's right, two puppies! And as fate has it, they are being dropped off at our new house... the same day our furniture is being dropped off at our house. Yes, we are moving into a new house too! And it's all happening this Saturday. 4 days. Have we packed? no. Have we bought puppy supplies? yes.

Augusta Georgia Palmer

Arnold Palmer

I feel the need to overwhelm the internet and my friends, with pictures of my babies. So here are my babies, Arnold and Augusta Georgia, and the necessities we have purchased.

My life is about to change in a major way.

You know it's a bad day when...

The stretchy pants you're wearing are a little too snug so you go put on your husbands boxers which are a much better fit.

As of now, I am officially Ana*.

*Ana = Anorexic (thanks to CL for teaching me lingo such as this... also included is Appy = Appetizer which my husband now uses frequently. that's kind of weird)

Funny that immediately after becoming anorexic, I mention Appys... I think I'll only be Ana until breakfast tomorrow, but it's a good start, right?

Moving Day?! We Totally Forgot

Have you ever moved? I've moved plenty of times... But this time is different. I might be a little over the top excited, but you need to understand something. We are currently living on the 3rd floor of an apartment, no elevator. read: no elevator. I have received many blood blisters on my arms from carrying the plastic bagged groceries all in one trip because I refuse to make multiple trips. I'll leave eggs in the car before I make a second trip. Call me lazy, but I prefer to think of myself as efficient. (and maybe a little lazy). I still have 10 yards of fabric in my front seat because I really can't be bothered to take it upstairs, just to bring it back down again for my reupholstering! Obviously!

So here we are. We are moving. Next Saturday. It's Thursday night. We have plenty of boxes to move, but the one problem is, they are empty. I keep thinking that I'll wake up in the morning and it'll be done. (I believed a little too much of Bewitched and I Dream of Jeanie. Both are still on TV, and yes, I still try to twitch my nose and wiggle my belly. Let's just say you don't want to be around when I'm doing that...not attractive).

So what do I do? Do I actually have to pack the stuff myself? You can't blame me for this mentality. When I moved to LA... bought all new stuff... moved back home, I sold it all. When I moved to the apartment with Steven, my parents (SOO THANKFUL) moved me in while I was on my honeymoon. So technically, I've really never moved if you think about it. So how am I supposed to know what to do?

I'll tell you what I'll do. Tomorrow, I'll take the first step. I'll go buy some tape. And some boxed wine. That'll get me going.