I NEED BARS!!!

Stinking AT&T. Of COURSE we had to have iPhones, and of COURSE our phones have ZERO service in this house. Make that this entire area of town. In fact, I discovered this morning, that the only place I have all my bars, is on my side of the bed in the master bedroom. Hubby texted me this morning (I was sleeping in after a midnight viewing of ECLIPSE) and for some reason, I had all my signal bars on my phone on MY side of the bed, but when I move out of that area, I have no bars. And only one bar anywhere else in the house. Go Figure.

Speaking of iPhones, I've decided the "auto word correct" option can be embarrassing. I was texting New Good Friend yesterday, and she was having a trying day. She suggested going out to icecream, and I suggested "Or go for pedis!" As in PEDICURES. So, I send the text and put the phone down and happen to glance at it and I SCREAM. Instead, my phone had read "pedis" as an incorrect word and automatically inserted another word. So the final result was:

"Or go for penis!!"

You can imagine my mortified mad scramble to immediately text her and say I didn't mean to put that word and no I don't want her to think I'm some perverted wierdo, blah blah blah. Luckily she had a good laugh over it and all is well. But any of you who have iPhones, go ahead and type "Get Pedis" in text and you'll see what the phone does. I'm an unwitting VICTIM I tell you! A victim of Auto Correct!!!

Yeah, I know. But it wasn't so funny yesterday.

I hope everyone has a happy Wednesday. I need me some Pepsi Max.

Okay, okay...

So, my mom asked if I would blog more often. Frankly, I've had nothing to blog about. So, let's see what's been going on in my life:

I've been neck-deep in boxes, which now they're about elbow deep, I saw a blu-ray movie for the first time a few nights ago (Alice In Wonderland) and can I say WOW??. We accepted an offer on our house but lost a LOT of money on it, which sucks. I decided Harris Teeter blasts Pic n Save out of the water, and I love that I found a great nail place right next to the Harris Teeter by my house, which I was told by one patron had the BEST pedicures in Charlotte, and she knows, because she's been to all the salons. And the fact that I only drive THREE miles to church now is the BOMB.

It's dang hot, here, (unseasonably I've been told) and I've sort of been hiding inside (because I'm UNPACKING!!) but my neighbors aren't really outside a lot either. Thank Heaven for air conditioning. We have a neighborhood pool, season passes to Carowinds, and a YMCA down the road, instead of 20 miles away in Oconomowoc, like it was before. And I love that the Costco is in Matthews, which is 15 min away, versus having to drive an hour to Grafton like I did before.

So, I am loving Charlotte. I actually live in Waxhaw, but I drive a half mile out of my subdivision and I'm in Charlotte. It's beautiful here, but the lawns in my subdivision are dying because in Union County you can only water two days a week. Except for the two houses (you know who you are) who water whenever they please. Tempting, but I don't need a $500 fine. Please send some rain my way!!

Pretty boring, I know. I am DYING to get all settled again so I can write and edit and get all the months of NO WRITING out of my system. I hope everyone is having a great summer!

30 Down, 470 to Go...

...boxes, that is.

Yes, I'm alive. Yes, we moved. And yes, I have 500 boxes sitting in my house. So, I will be buried for a couple weeks, after which I will resurface and return to normal life. Otherwise, LOVE North Carolina, LOVE my neighborhood, LOVE LOVE LOVE it here! Not the smoothest move ever, but when are moves ever "smooth?"

EXACTLY.

I can't wait to catch up on everyone's blogs and see how you're all doing!

Closed Until Further Notice...I'm MOVING!!!

Well, the movers are coming this morning, and much to my dismay, the specialty guys are coming to crate up the Mac Attack. Not that that would prevent me from blogging, but honestly, I am going to be verrrrrrry busy the next week or so. So, I won't be blogging for a while. But please don't forget about me. Tune in around...say, a week and a half, and I'll be back. I hope you'll miss me. I know I'll miss you.

Wish me luck!!

Lara

ps and here's a little treat. Enjoy!!! (No, really, you MUST watch this! Careful not to wet yourself like I did!!)

I Made It.

Okay. If I live to be a million years old, I don't want to relive yesterday. It was yucky. I literally, from 7am to 12am, hauled JUNK out of my house on my back in bags, boxes and tubs. The dumpster is 90% full (even with that guy's illegal dumping of drywall in it...the dork!) and it is now pouring outside.

I am just happy it's done. Now what to do with my old bills. I have decided, going forward, I am going to do a "weekly shred" of stuff, so that I don't have to do FOUR STINKING YEARS worth of shredding in two days. **sheepish grin** But I've got it all covered. How?

Two words: FIRE PIT. I am going to build a fire tomorrow, and burn baby burn. I am OVER this.

Of course Hubby wants me to not set the house on fire, he said as much, and I sweetly reminded him that its a FIRE PIT. It will be contained. And I have a twelve year old and an eleven year old who would be happy as clams to keep adding stuff to it. :-)

Lots to do tomorrow. Soccer games, birthday parties, playdates (we are squeezing everything in before the move) and I am going to treat myself to a pedicure.

Because I deserve it.

Thinking good healing thoughts to my friend Devon and her cat Elsa! Hang in there, guys!

Have a happy Friday, everyone!

Yikes.

I have T minus 24 hours to fill up this dumpster before they drag it away tomorrow morning at 8am. I was up until 2am this morning, and it looks like I'll be up just as late tonight. I've broken two nails and it's a miracle my back has been holding out.

You think I can do it?

ps I now have twelve tubs of old bills/papers to shred. Those will have to wait until the weekend. My shredder is going to hate me! Maybe I should just build a fire in the fire pit Saturday and just burn everything...

My Dumpster Rant. And Deadness.

As in, I'm exhausted. Mentally and physically. Moving is such craziness. I know, I'm being "relocated" which means I have people coming to pack up my house, load everything onto the truck, and unload it at our house in Charlotte. BUT, it is squarely on my shoulders to get everything that we DON'T need, out of this house before the move. As in, junk to give to Goodwill. Junk to toss. Stuff we just don't need.

I rented another dumpster, and I am slowly filling it up. I will use every bit of it. Imagine my dismay when, this weekend, some jerk drove up in broad daylight, and unloaded a ton of drywall and cardboard into my precious dumpster, and drove off, like he had every right. Well, *I* have every right to file a police report about it, but I don't have time. Besides, I didn't see him do it. My daughter did, from her upstairs bedroom window, and didn't tell me until he was driving down the driveway.

And don't worry, the NEXT day, a couple pulled into our driveway (all the way up, they were clearly coming to dump something, NOT turning around) and my daughter yelled to me we had more dumpers, and we both opened the garage door and went outside. Well, they immediately started the car and backed down our driveway as fast as they could, and took off. I glared after them.

WHAT IS UP WITH THESE PEOPLE??? WERE THEY RAISED IN A BARN????

Oh, I forgot, yes, they probably were. Because this is WISCONSIN. Sorry if I seem politically incorrect right now, but I'm weary of chasing off people who want to dump their (insert expletive here) in my dumpster I paid $400 for. SHEESH!!!!! Stupid people!!!

I will try to be better at blogging. I really will. I hope everyone is having a better day than me.