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First and fore most… I should never EVER promise to blog. I’m pretty positive THAT is my curse.

A week (or so) ago I blogged, and I promised to come back the next day with a list of positive things I am experiencing at my new house. Eh… it never happened. Don’t fret, the list is still saved in an invisible composition notebook in my head… so maybe one day. It will be written and it will be awesome. Because it would be a total diservice to you, my reader, if I did not share the new things I am learning to love… like my zebra stripe house key or the fact that the bath tub here is long enough for me to actually take a comfortable bath. Let’s not forget all three living rooms. Simply stated, all are winning and beyond blog worthy.

Today I am here to talk about more important matters.

Birthday Week. I’m pretty positive I am getting old because I am only semi-giddy about this week.

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Find me that shirt in an adult size, before Tuesday and you WILL be my Best Friend FOREVER. (Honestly, I would probably wear it every single day for an entire year… but that’s beyond the point.)

So this year, with the fiance being deployed to a far off land where they eat with chop sticks and apparently have grass ninjas, my family living an hour away, and my birthday falling on a Tuesday… I need help trying to come up with my birthday game plan. Get your party hats on (get it? instead of thinking caps? lololol) and think this over… because I’m stumped. And it takes a lot to stump a professional party & wedding planner when it comes to celebrating!

Should I go to the beach? Should I go to the river? Should I force my family to come all the way to Newport News (an hour from their save havens in Chesapeake) to grill out with me? I should probably get the Jeep inspected and go topless for the day. Maybe I should stuff my face with Cold Stone’s Birthday Cake Remix all day long…

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Luckily I still have a few days to think this nonsense over… All I know is I need to find something to do that makes me happier than a camel on Wednesday. Happy Wednesday friends.

In the past week I have had three more times when people have said something like “You’re such a good story teller” (I hope they don’t think I’m a liar…) or “When are you going to start blogging again?”…

Believe it or not, I love writing. It’s the actual sitting down at the computer that I don’t like. I mean, I sit at my computer to do work for a good part of the day. So by the time it’s dark and Big Bang Theory re-runs are on, that last thing I want to do is sit with my gloriously pretty Mac. No offense Mac, you know we have a lovely love/hate relationship. My love than hate. For sure.

That being said, it’s 11:25am. I figure if I want to do this, maybe I should write before I don’t feel like writing later. Oh, and it’s supposed to start storming this afternoon and this girl takes all precautions when it comes to lightning. Yes, I canceled my gym training session today and yes, my computers will be shut off prior to that first bolt of lightning. {In case you’re new here, I’ve been struck. And no, I don’t mean by cupids arrow.}

In other news…

It’s official: I have moved to Newport News, Virginia. Yesterday was the first day in a couple of weeks when not one tear was shed from my big, almost-zooey-deschanel-size, blue/green eyes. The emotions are still all over the place but hey, one day without tears is a good start!

Things are coming along I suppose. My townhouse is still a hot mess. I need to get back over there to pick up the remains of my stuff and vacuum up such a large amount of pet fur you’d assume it was a real life animal. Quite frankly, I need to get my stuff out of there as soon as possible. It’s like the bandaid is just hanging by a few, painful arm hairs. Arm hairs that make you cry. A lot.

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I found that little nugget of truth (above) on pinterest yesterday. ~~I love pinterest.~~ I am obsessed with pinterest. {you can follow me here.} So I decided to use it as a bit of inspiration… I have started a list of all the good I am finding in this house /slash/ move. I must look past the fact that the house hates me: my key only works half the time, the yard has more weeds than a college freshman, I’m an hour from my family and the fact that it hasn’t stopped raining since I got here. Positive thoughts are on the way! I’ll do my best to share my list with you tomorrow! Promise!

In the mean time, one last update for you:

The pets. They are adjusting. Spitty is the most adventurous of all the furbabies. She has explored most of the house at this point and has almost accepted it as her home. She’s even vommed in three of the rooms. She’s on a roll. Chloe, who was familiar with the house, has been a bit nervous and has become even more of a velcro dog. She is thrilled to see Mr Michael more often. Rockie (and myself) are adjusting at the same pace…. only, while he is hiding under furniture trembling, I am unpacking boxes. He wanders around the house crying (as do I) and has yet to get a good nights sleep (guilty as charged). We need to adjust to the new noises, creeks, and the toilet flush that sounds like a space ship taking off.

We will get there though. I’m hopeful.