A Quarter of a Million Years

What? you ask.

That, my friends, is approximately how long it has been since I last posted, or even made an effort to post. I promise you, slacking was not a part of my little break. Moving was the culprit....we are FINALLY out of D.C. and in North Carolina!

I know, I know....long time coming, no?

Pictures will come soon, but for now...my duty is to catch ya'll up (like that little southern twist I threw in there?....made me giggle....or gaggle....hmmm).

Moving. It.is.not.fun.

We made a trip to State College PA two days before the movers were due at our house to pick up a washer, dryer and bedroom set from the in-laws town home that they are getting ready to sell. Thank God for my in-laws. Kind, kind people hooked us up with a new (well used college townhouse) set of furniture for our bedroom. A few little tweaks and it is good as new my friends! Now that's what I call bargain shopping. :-)

I can't say that we had any mishaps while moving (have you ever seen the amount of PAPER movers use to pack your crap? At least 50,000 trees were killed to move us six hours south....maybe that's an exaggeration....here's the truth....at least 49,999 trees were killed to move us six hours south. moving on...) Our house is spewing boxes. :-) Great image, no?

Ask and you shall receive....a rundown of the house. For starters, it's a single family home on a gated private golf course nestled in a bazillion pine trees (again....not and exaggeration and if it is, it's only by one or two...promise) that is approximately 2/3 the price of our two bedroom, third floor condo in Maryland. We have a nice chunk of property, a deck, 3 bedrooms, a bonus room (which shall be our gym because the recipes I've been cookin from P-dubb-diddy aka Pioneer Woman's website have given me added.....parts. It's the gravy) 2 full bathrooms, a 2-car garage, a gas fireplace, ceiling fans in every room except one, and a garden tub. Thank the Lord for garden tubs. The house is of the newer variety. We will be here for about 2.5 years and I plan to kick and scream and throw a childish fit the day Chris tells me we're moving again (My plan is to chain myself the the stair rail out front in hopes that he will let me stay. Think it'll work?).

Moving on. I think my husband is coming back. I can't tell ya how crappy work has been for him for the past three months or so. I thought I was going to have to surgically remove the stick from his bosses behind. No such luck though. He seems to be getting it done and ridding himself of her. I KNOW that the woman has a heart and I KNOW that she is probably a nice person 3.2 percent of the time, but dangit....Chris' mental state was not very good for a while. He's quickly getting better though. As in, last week, boy is home 1 hour earlier than expected.....4:30 PM. Yep. You read that right. fo-thirty. I was all "gasp.....are you a ghost?" It's been gravy down here. No more D.C. traffic, no more bosses with sticks in dark places (at least not yet), no more three flights of stairs to deal with. Just pine trees, golf courses, 20 minute commutes without traffic, and a yard. A yard people. I.have.a.yard. awesome.

I got my little butt (shhhh...) on the gravy train last week, and I plan to stay here forever. At least for another 2.5 years until I have to bust out the chain.

People.....for the first time in a LONG time, Chris and I are happy, smiling, laughing, happy happy happy people. It's nice.

More to come...stay tuned.