Wasssssssup????

I have been gone so long, it's like I barely remember this place.

Have you ever dug really far back in your closet and found a shirt or skirt you used to love but had long-forgotten? And then you put it on and you're all, "I'll never forget about you again!" and then you wear it out?

That's how I feel about my blog.

It's been so fun today to snatch moments where I could drop in on blogs I haven't been able to read for a few weeks. I needed the blog hiatus so I could stay focused on remodeling the new house, packing and moving, but we've moved and I'M BACK, BABY!

To answer the fifty million questions I've gotten on the subject of "How do you like the new house?" let me just say:

LOVE IT. With all my whole heart, from head to toe, including ligaments, tendons, bone marrow, and fast twitch muscle fibers.

I will definitely post pictures but they are currently being held hostage in my husband's camera which is currently under detainment in an undisclosed location, most likely a box labeled "Kids' Underwear" or "Nursing Pads" because these are perfectly logical places to pack a camera.

It's made for a great family activity every evening, this guessing where things may have been packed. Actually, we've given that sport up because it was too advanced. We play a more beginner level where we unpack a box and try to figure why on earth it got the label it did based on the contents. For example, I pulled my white noise machine (I use it to sleep and since my husband doesn't like me to say he snores, let's just say the machine drowns out our astonishingly loud air conditioner and simultaneously saves our marriage nightly) out of a basket of winter sweaters. Why was it there? There are a few possibilities. The first and most obvious is that the sweaters invited the noise machine over for a party. The second reason isn't nearly as interesting as the first so I won't even bother with it. And so the game goes.

Anyway, we're unpacked enough for me to feel perfectly at home. We have a dining room table now and no longer have to eat off of the coffee table or off of plates balanced on our knees. And I no longer have to base my area rug color choices off of what kind of food we spill most often.

It's the little things, people.

Anyway, I'm returning (for better and more likely far, far worse) to my regular schedule of blogging and I'll be coming around to your places far more often. You've been warned. This should give you just enough time to go private if you're quick.


I am now going to go indulge my new summer past time of helping James invent and sample new popsicle flavors. (Why doesn't the spell checker recognize popsicle as a word? It's not because I'm spelling it wrong, surely.) Today we've tried pineapple chunk mango, pineapple mango smoothie, rootbeer float, and Kool-Aid. So far Kool-Aid is winning, which is sad because I had high hopes for rootbeer float. Anyway, it's important that I go do this because when James was six, he told me he wanted to be a popsicle man, so this is me trying to encourage his dream. Also, when I asked him if I would get free popsicles from him, he said, "Maybe, if you're not dead." So this is also me trying to get in good with him and score free popsicles for my golden years.