New Plan

New plan, gang!  Oh, yes, hi there.  I suppose it’s been a while… I’ve just been, um, napping. Seriously, though, new plan!  Before I weigh you down with tales from the terrible training episodes I been through with running (you can put your kids to sleep with those in later entries), I thought I would give you a little running update.  Because I still am running, no matter how funny my body thinks it is to send me to a doctor who may or may not believe that I make up my injuries.

The plan all along as been for me to run the Disney Princess Half Marathon in February.  With nine days to go until the sign up date, I am PUMPED.  runDisney also released information on a new experience they are offering during the half marathon weekend this year.  In addition to doing the half on Sunday, runners can now sign up for the Glass Slipper Challenge, running a 10k on Saturday morning and then the half marathon on Sunday morning.  You get to run both races through Epcot (10k) and Epcot/Magic Kingdom (half marathon), three t-shirts, AND three medals!  All for the low, low price of $270 and your first born child.  Don’t worry Disney; if it’s a girl, she’ll be named after a princess.  No promises for boys, though.  Could you work on some better prince names?  I feel like hospital staff would blame medication if I told them to write down “Charming” as a baby name.  Still, it’s better than Hashtag.  Yikes.

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I plan on being completely and utterly out of my mind and signing up for the Glass Slipper Challenge.  Go big before going home, right? All of my profits from photography shoots will be going to fund this 19.3 mile endeavor, so we won’t have to pay for it out of our relatively tight budget for the regular life stuff.  I am so excited to sign up; I have been watching different runners’ YouTube videos of running the half marathon the last couple years on a loop.  I’m pretty sure B is about to go out of his mind.

And if he’s going out of his mind just waiting for me to get to the sign ups, I am going out of my mind with an even newer addition to the running schedule.  After an excited text message discussion with B’s Aunt M (the lady who decided that, yes, I am running the Princess Half in 2014), she mentioned that she planned on following a training schedule that would have her ready to do a half in the fall, which is the exact same plan I am using.  I had talked to B before about being ready to run a half in early September, but he mentioned that it might be a little special to run the first half marathon with Aunt M in Florida.  True, it would be, but what will I do for another five months?  Sticking to 5ks and 10ks for that long seems a little wasteful with all of the training.  And if M is planning on running a half in the fall, why shouldn’t I?  Running through Cinderella’s castle will still be AMAZING, and maybe I won’t be as scared out of my pants if it’s my second half marathon.  Plus, with the added challenge of a 10k the day before, shouldn’t I see if I can do a half marathon first?  Well, it makes sense to me!  Now, in October, I will be running my first half marathon here in Massachusetts.  It will allow for my friends and family to come cheer me on for my first if they want to (something that may please my parents a little more than missing the first in Florida), and I will get some experience under my belt.  I’m on pace to be finished with a couch-to-half training schedule by the end of September (I will have to repeat some weeks during the summer because of travel issues), so October should be perfect.

Next race coming up?  10k in Portland, OR! 

Pain Isn’t Always Gain

In my quest to run a 10k in July and the Disney Princess Half Marathon in February, I hit the training pretty hard.  I have never been a “runner.”  I hated running growing up (when you have larger body parts, you avoid movements that, um, showcase them), and it was always hard for me to breathe comfortably.  Beyond field hockey and tennis, I avoided it like a snail avoids salt.  But now that I have fallen in love with running, I wanted to make the most of my time and effort.  I combined my efforts for running with my efforts for weight loss and RAN, as in “I’m going to see how far I can go… oh look at that, I just ran more than I have ever gone.”  My longest run three weeks in was 6.2 miles.  For me, that’s a lot.  I was ecstatic!  I ran a 10k!  Where is my medal?

It turns out, and I’m sure all of the pro running people are shaking their heads at me because they know, you aren’t supposed to up your weekly mileage that quickly.  That week I ran 6.2 as my long run?  Yeah… I ran 22 miles that week.  Oops.  But I was feeling great!  No big deal!  I’m young!  The next week, though, my body told me it was displeased in a major way.  My right knee began to hurt.  It didn’t hurt when I didn’t run, so I figured it was something I could just get through.  No pain, no gain, right? 

Wrong.  It got worse.  I couldn’t run at all, and it began to creep into my standing time when I was teaching.  My doctor’s office couldn’t make an appointment for me at a convenient time for another week and a half, so I scaled back a little.  I tried doing shorter runs.  Nope.  I tried doing the elliptical.  No ma’am.  I tried a knee brace.  No way.  I tried a stationery bike.  Try again later.  I tried getting my cardio in with Jillian Michaels’s videos, and let’s just say it ended up with me on my yoga mat, tears running into my ears, begging B to tell me why three hundred pound people on “The Biggest Loser” could run and I could barely do a butt kick.  Poor guy, he’s a trooper.

My primary physician saw me for about ten minutes, moved my knee around, and told me it was patellofemoral pain.  It could be tendonitis, it could be swelling, blah blah blah.  Here’s a referral to physical therapy.  I picked a physical therapy office in the same medical building and called the next day, expecting to see them in a week or two.  After all, it had taken just my basic physician a week and a half to see me after 2:00 PM.  Bless them, the physical therapists took me in the next day. 

Can I just tell you how magical physical therapists are?  I met with my PT Rich and an intern from a local PT program, and they listened to everything I had to say.  When my pain was hard to describe, they were patient and took it all in.  They really looked at what the causes could be, and they didn’t tell me to just rest and take some Advil with every meal. 

Two of the best things they showed me were my daily stretches.  If you experience tight hips or knee pain, gently try these out.  I thought they wouldn’t do anything for me because I was already doing them, but the longer you hold them (note:  not just to the count of ten!), the better you will stretch everything out.

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I also found this super helpful, quick yoga video on YouTube from Rodney Yee.  He’s the yogi.

I have been going to PT for about three weeks now, and my knee is about 90 percent of the way there.  I had always read articles in running magazines on how pain is temporary and your brain will try to talk you into not fighting through it.  If you know something hurts, get it checked.  There isn’t any way I could have fought through this, and while it sucks that I now have to train myself all over again, I can do it better this time. 

Who Runs the World?

Apparently I do.  Or, at least that’s my plan for parts of it.  Ever since last year’s “Oh, I should run a 5k before I turn 30” stroke of genius, I have really begun to like running.  Love it, in fact.  I have even started calling myself a runner.  I have a subscription to a running magazine.  Who am I?

I was perfectly content with sticking with 5ks and 10ks as challenges, but then I discovered a little nugget:  The Disney Princess Half Marathon.  It encompasses many things I love:  Disney, theme parks, castles, princesses, running, and goal setting.  It’s a half marathon run through and between Epcot and the Magic Kingdom in Walt Disney World (that’s the one in Florida, for those of you who mix it up like I used to), and you get to RUN THROUGH THE CASTLE!  YES!  Now, clearly this is going to be a challenge.  A half MARATHON?  Good Lord, what is going through my head?  I just mastered the 3.1 mile run, so why not add on another 10?  Sounds like a solid plan!  Oh my gosh.

Now, I have a few secret weapons in my back pocket, the first being B’s Aunt M.  Aunt M has run this race before, and she was supposed to this year before she ended up injuring her ankle.  I texted her after hearing about the race, and she got back to me immediately, writing nothing but encouragement and “Yes!  Doooo iiiittttt!”  (She, of course, is much too classy to use so many extended letters, but that’s what it sounded like in my head, so I took liberties to translate it for all of you.)  Unknowingly, I was then signing on for doing it (I was still in the decision process), and promptly received a “Let the training begin!” package in the mail, filled with a princess crown sparkly tattoo and a running magazine.  Aunt M then excitedly told everyone we knew that we were going to run the race together – including my parents, who didn’t have a clue that I was even thinking about running a half.  Have I mentioned how adorable Aunt M is with her excitement?  Love her!  Her encouragement has really helped with my confidence about being able to training and get through it.  If she thinks I can, why can’t I think I can?

I also am the most ridiculously stubborn person I know, aside from my immediate family members (hey, I have to get it from somewhere… and this is all genetic).  When I set a goal in my head, I have to do it.  No ifs, ands, or buts.  This has actually caused a few issues (more posting on that later), but I jumped onto the training wagon with fervor.  I have had to take some downtime for the past two weeks, and it has killed me.  I have dreamed about running.  I have daydreamed about running.  I have tried it when I possibly shouldn’t have.  (Hint – I have a doctor’s appointment set up for the coming week… you do the math.)  I am going to do this.  I must.  I set the goal, and it WILL happen.  I’m scheduled to do my first 10k on the Best Coast during the summer, so I am stepping up my distance in races as the half gets closer.

So as I go along on my training regiment, I’ll share my experiences with you.  First up, what it is like to deal with Runner’s Knee.  I’ll tell you what, it’s not fun.  It downright sucks.  Just ask B.  No, he doesn’t have it, but he has a noisy wife who has it, and he has suffered plenty through all of my caterwauling.

Do you like to run?  Any tips for a new one?

And We’re Done With That!

After what felt like weeks and weeks of having my graduate class dragged out because of snow storms and instructor illness (oh wait, it WAS weeks and weeks!), I am finally finally FINALLY done with my second go-around with my graduate course that I started in September.  We were supposed to finish up the second week back from Christmas break, but everything just kept getting in the way.  Three weeks later, eight of the thirteen classmates showed up, did the (what we thought were) required presentations, and said thank you.  To be polite, of course.  Because really, no matter what, you should thank a teacher in some way, shape, or form.  Go ahead, go find a teacher.  I’ll wait.  It’s worth it.

Now that I’m done with that, I was thinking I would have all of this extra time floating around to get more writing in.  Apparently, I should have gone into comedy.  With the standardized tests coming up in March, new teacher goal-setting requirements, and physical training for weight loss and the half-marathon, I have barely had time to keep up with grading, planning, and breathing a few moments with my brainiac husband.  Super proud wife, btdubs!  He got a 4.0 for his first semester in his doctoral program!

But, with all that, forgive me for the sporadic nature of my posts.  You’ll just have to deal, just as I have to deal with Runner’s Knee and too small of a closet.  You just need some patience, a little creativity, and deep breathing.

But!  Today!  I have a thrifting haul to share with you.  During the month of January, I pledged to B not to spend any money on myself (beyond food and gas for the car).  And I did it.  And I was proud of myself… and super ready for some thrifting goodness.  On the first weekend of February, I left B to his studying and visited the local church thrift store, the one I will now affectionately refer to as “The Rich People’s Thrift Store.”  This is where the rich people in our rich community donate their clothing, and the proceeds go to church happenings.  I’m cool with that, especially since nearly all of the churches in my area are “reconciled churches,” congregations that have made real steps to be LGBTQ friendly and open.  All of the prices are quite reasonable, with the most expensive standard pieces being blazers at $5.

The day that I chose to go was a stroke of genius.  It was one of the last weekends of their winter clothing, so everything was fifty percent off.  That made even those blazers a grand total of $2.50!  Score!  I scoured the racks and went over each one at least three times to make sure I saw everything that was available.  I was there for about two hours.  Trust me, I saw. it. all.  And I came out with these treasures:

1.  A floral silk nightie and robe set:IMG_8781

IMG_8779Paid:  $1.50 each, so $3 total    /     Retail:  60$

This pair is typically sold in a set, so I really scored on this.  Even though I wouldn’t consider these to be “winter clothing,” they still counted in the discount, so I went for both.  I thought these would be great for the spring and summer.  Cute, silky, and very appealing.

2.  Sigrid Olsen pants:IMG_8774Paid:  $2           /      Retail: $100

Apparently these pants were designed by a clothing designer hailing from the North Shore section of Massachusetts who has since stopped making clothing and gone into art design.  Huh.  Well, good luck with that and thanks for the pants!  My favorite part is that they have an iridescent sparkle of green-blue in them. IMG_8775

3.  Chico’s leopard print belt:IMG_8771Paid: $1.50       /      Retail: $35

A lovely lady in the shop picked this out when I was beside her and said I should try it on because I seemed like a “young, hip woman who could pull it off.”  You meet awesome people when you thrift.  This belt works as both a hip belt and a waist belt, and the print is actually a little furry.  The heart hardware is adorable.IMG_8772

4.  J.Crew maxi skirtIMG_8773Paid: $2    /   Retail: $138

I love love love me some J. Crew, but goodNESS are they expensive!  They realize they are selling shirts and pants, right?  Are they woven together by fashion fairies?  That may explain it.  I tend to be drawn by some sort of fashion thread to anything J. Crew in thrift stores, so I wasn’t shocked when I picked out this and discovered it was the good old Crew.  It’s a little small at this point, but with more time at the gym, I’ll be good to go.

5.  Sheer cream blouseIMG_8776Paid: $1.50    /    Retail: $25

The tag was cut out of this one, though I suspect it’s something like Talbots or perhaps more J. Crew (the remainder of the tag looks like the top of a T or J).  It’s a little boxy, but it is super comfy and on trend for the see-through blouse thing.

6.  TJ Paris blazer

Paid: $2.50     /    Retail: $200

Holy cats.  This blazer is an awesome purple color, so that’s why I got it.  When I got it home, though, I looked up the brand online and found out that the designer is a high-end Paris designer.  Bonjour!

7.  Adolfo tieIMG_8787Paid: $1.50     /    Retail: $35

I picked up this tie for B for Valentine’s Day as a smart-looking treat.  It will look so great with some of his solid colored shirts!

8.  Porcelain soup turine

Paid: (This was a gift… so I’m not telling… but if you can do math, go for it!)    /   Retail: $150

My cousins Emily and Jess got married on New Year’s Eve, so we needed a wedding gift.  This lovely turine matches or is very close to their dishes pattern, so I picked it up for them.  Congrats, guys!

9.  Mixed hangers

Paid: $1.50     /     Retail:  $4

A girl can never have enough hangers, especially when they seem to disappear from your closet.  I feel it is due to B’s uncanny ability to snap the ones in the coat closet with his no-heavier-than-normal jacket.  Typically I am OCD about hangers being the same, but for $1.50, I’ll suck it up.

So, drum roll please….

TOTALS:  Paid:  $25.75       /      Retail:  $693

That, my friends, is a 96.28% savings over retail.  Sahweet!

So stay tuned for a few more thrifting posts and a couple of running ones.  I have plans, so don’t count me out yet!

Things Happened

In 2012, lots of stuff happened.  Oh yes, it did.  Would you like to see the list?  Sorry, there is no option for the short list.  It is what it is, and I lived every second of it.

1.  I met my running goal and then some.  I ran in four – not just one, but FOUR – 5k+ races.  My first was in June, and I swear that adrenaline carried me through most of it.  I came in at around 29:30, which wasn’t a bad time at all, considering the idea of running just a mile could make me start to wheeze.  Image

The second race was the traditional four mile race B and I run on the Fourth of July.  My goal was to run most of it, and if I could beat B, that would be the cherry on the top.  I hadn’t ever beaten B in this race because he has this uncanny ability to sprint out the last mile while I was puttering along behind him.  Boo whore.  This was different, however.  We had planned on running the first mile together, but somehow B ended up behind me and never quite caught up.  Oops.  So sorry, hunny!  Honestly, I had no idea where he was, and I knew it was a good possibility that he had already passed me.  I kept on trucking.  When I reached the last turn before the downhill to the finish, I saw Bestie Alana and my parents cheering on the side of the road.  I gasped out the question, “Have you seen B yet?”  The half grunt/ half cheer I let out when they said no scared the runners beside me.  I ended up finishing three minutes before him and under the time goal I set for myself.

The third 5k race was not so great, but the highlight was probably seeing my ex-boyfriend run by me and do a severe double-take.  Yes, I do run now, and I’m not as fat as when you dumped me in middle school.  What?

The fourth and last race was on Thanksgiving Day.  My mother-in-law and aunt-in-law signed B and I up (much to B’s chagrin), and it started on a bright 20 degree morning at 7:30 AM.  Yes, this is how I spent my first day of Thanksgiving break, a break I had so longed for just to sleep in.  Nope, I had to get my butt moving.  B and I ended up struggling it out together to the end (because his mother stopped me in the middle to “take a picture,” which really let B catch up).  Not my best time, but it was for a good cause and it gave me less guilt when it came to eating pie.

2.  I officially left my first teaching job… not because I fully wanted to, but because B had been accepted into a Ph.D. program and we were moving out of state.  I cried many tears over leaving my amazing colleagues and my troops of kids.  I still miss them, but I am so much happier teaching the grade level I am at today!

3.  We moved to a different state.  The day we moved, it was incredibly humid in Maine, so much so that we were all soaked by the time everything was loaded, we got stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic in New Hampshire, and we were hit with a torrential thunderstorm when unloading into our new apartment.  I was miserable for the first month because I had no idea how to get anywhere without the GPS (thank goodness for those suckers), didn’t really have any available friends in the area, and was forced to live out of boxes for a number of days until we fully unpacked.  If you want to see me miserable, put all of my belongings in a box and don’t let me unpack them.  Ugh.  But after a couple months and getting back to school, I settled in and love where we live now.  It’s nice to have our own area and be closer to civilization.  However, if I hear one more person say, “Oh, you’re from Maine?  We own a summer home there!  We know all about it,” I am going to scream. 

4.  I cried when I had to put Massachusetts plates on my car.  So, so wrong.

5.  I went back to teaching middle school, and I couldn’t be happier!  Middle school is my jam, and I didn’t realize how unhappy I was teaching high school until I started teaching in a middle school again.  The kids are full of energy and can be encouraged to take on challenges.  How I missed that!

6.  Bestie Alana came to visit!  Her visits are always too short, but we did succeed in wearing out B with all of our travels.  We went to Vermont and toured around some delicious food places, visited our friend Alexandra in Massachusetts, celebrated the Fourth of July, and took a super hard, awful hike.  I don’t ever really want to go on that trail again.Image

7.  B and I celebrated our second anniversary by going to the “Gentlemen of the Road” concert tour, and it was AMAZING.  The day was beautiful, the location was right on the water, and the music was incredible.  The lack of food (six vendors for 6,000 people, and we weren’t allowed to bring in food) was the only dark mark on the event.  Thankfully, IHOP is open late and I had just enough blood sugar to not blackout while driving on the highway.  Trust me, that’s not a joke.  It almost happened.Image

8.  I got to take so many photos for so many friends.  I took one little munchkin’s newborn, three month, and six month photos, family photos at Thanksgiving, was the official photographer at one friend’s wedding, took photos at another’s and was mistaken for the photographer, and so much more.  I am loving my second job.  It’s my passion.  I could do this forever.ImageImageImageImageImage

And oh the plans I have for 2013!

Oh, It’s the End of December? Huh.

So the last time I wrote for my blog was in August and we had just moved to Massachusetts. Whoa. I guess I lost track of writing there for a minute. I would love to get my writing (and my adult-like thinking) back on track now that I no longer have to prep a lot of work for my school-mandated graduate class. I have missed writing. I have missed expressing myself in a way that is more advanced than a seventh grade level. I have missed a little bit of an audience. Pretty sure it’s just you out there, Alana!

I will do a catch-up post later, but for now, I will leave you with my goals for the new year. As cliche as creating resolutions may be, I like the thought of creating personal goals. Twenty-six years into life, here are my thoughts:

1. I want to reach my goal weight, which is 140. I have some pounds to go, but I have been so unhappy with my body shape lately that this is my time to push myself to where I want to be. No excuses.

2. Eat more veggies. Hopefully, this will lead to more success in goal number one.

3. Read more. Who doesn’t want more time with a good book?

4. I want to write! Fingers crossed that you will see the result of that.

5. Be a good wife and friend. Because we all need to be better and have better.

So peace out 2012! You had your moments, and I am pretty darn happy with you overall. Here’s to 2013!

Fall Wish List

School starts in just under a week, and I. AM. PUMPED.  I’m serious!  I am very excited to meet my new students, and I am in pretty in love with my new school so far.  I kind of think my new vice principal wants to be best friends for life (in a completely platonic way).

Going back to school wouldn’t be complete without a little perusing of the fall fashions, and there are a few pieces I would love to get my hands on:

1.  Thick black leggings/jeggings

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My post on not understanding leggings as pants is one of my post popular posts (you all need to lay off looking for photos of people’s bums through see-through leggings…), but this is different.  I have a problem with thin leggings as pants.  Thick ones, as long as you can rock them with confidence, are fine with me.  Really.  I want a pair that I am not afraid to show my bum in, so they have to be thick material.  Anyone have any good places to look?

2.  Black riding boots

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I am in shoe love with riding boots.  My brown ones were definitely worn a LOT last year, and I would love to expand my boot collection with a pair of black or gray boots.

3.  Fall dresses

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Pinterest does two things to me:  makes me hungry and makes me wish I could shop without money being an issue.  I see all of these beautiful fall dresses that inspire me, and I want them all!  Just look at how scrumptious these dresses are.  Don’t you want them, too?  No?  Well, you could always buy them for me then.  Just a thought.

4.  Chambray shirt

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This trend totally got me today.  During my district new teacher orientation, one of the special education directors was wearing a gorgeous tailored chambray shirt.  I was sold.  Please find me one, oh fashion gods.  For next to nothing, if you could.

If only we didn’t need to budget so much and save money… Maybe I’ll find some this weekend when B and I hit the thrift stores in the Boston area this weekend!

What are you loving this fall?

Celebrating in Edited Style

A couple days after my dad’s birthday, there was another birthday to celebrate.  My grandmother was turning the big 8-0, and we knew as a family that we needed to do something more than just a cake and a big happy birthday.  We had started planning months before the big day; we had people involved, we had a location secured, and we had a food plan.  What we hadn’t planned on was my uncle losing the lower half of his left leg in a motorcycle accident on June 10.

It was around 9 PM, and my uncle decided to ride into town on his motorcycle, just two or three miles down the road.  My dad said that if he could have foreseen what would happen, he would have driven to his house and slashed his tires.  On his way back, my uncle’s motorcycle was clipped by a woman in an SUV who apparently didn’t see him (how do you not see an on-coming headlight?!).  I won’t get graphic with the rest of the details, but his lower left leg was severed on scene and everyone considered it a miracle he’s still with us.  After numerous surgeries and a month and a half in the hospital, he was finally able to go home at the beginning of August.  His struggle is anything but over, but going home is at least one little start.

Needless to say, this whole situation put a damper on our family, and as a secondary thought, the party planning.  It certainly took an emotional toll on everyone, so instead of pushing everything along and acting like we’re all in the mood for a large room of people, we decided to have a smaller party, one that would involve my uncle in his new rehab hospital he was in at that point.

So what is a girl to wear to a surprise party at a hospital?  I thought something festive but casual.  Something like this:The tank top is from Gap Outlet for $5 (on sale at the time), and the skirt was from Goodwill for $4.99.  The hair flower was something I had already made for our wedding rehearsal dinner back in 2010.  The colors would work well with the party attitude, and the skirt made it a little more formal.  I paired it with navy blue flip flops to round out the casual vibe.  The party was pretty successful.  Tons of Chinese food and cake were eaten, presents were opened, and my grandmother was surprised.  Was it the party we wanted to give her?  No.  Definitely not when compared to what we originally had planned.  But sometimes life needs to be edited in order to celebrate what you have.  Sometimes you just never know.  So we celebrated a big birthday and celebrated being a family. 

That’s what’s important.

Thoughts from the Displaced

We moved in on Sunday, and it’s already Friday.  Where did that go?  I feel like that has been the question of the week, and I’m not talking about the time.  Living out of boxes is totally not my thing.  Observations and knowing where my junk is is more my speed.

My observations on moving and living in a new state from the past five days:

1.  Hearing your father-in-law call your dad a “beast” in a torrential downpour while moving giant furniture is hilarious.

2.  Giant furniture, and the moving thereof, sucks.  These pieces lead to giant bruises.

3.  These giant bruises will surface when you want them the least, like, oh, the day you have an interview to become a coach at your new school district.  No, sir, I wasn’t beaten recently; I just had a run-in with a lot of furniture that needed to go up and down four flights of stairs.

4.  I have the greatest college friends ever!  Carolyn and Aaron got up relatively early in the morning and loaded a ton of our stuff into the parking lot for the “boys” to pack into the moving truck.  If that isn’t impressive enough, it was about 85 degrees out with 70% humidity on Sunday.  We were all drenched in our own sweat.  Gross.  We owe them big time when they move into their new house (which is hopefully soon!).

5.  Remember our neighbor who used to live below us in Maine who constantly coughed and I thought she was going to pass out each time?  Yeah, she’s been replaced by a constantly ringing phone next door.  Who gets that many phone calls during the day?  I think they are running a mail-order bride business.  Also, who still have everyone call their home phones?  Oh.  Right.  My parents who don’t have cell phones.

6.  Whoever designed the lighting in our apartment was on crack.  There are three light switches to the front hallway light.  This light is just for a five-foot hallway.  That’s it.  And there are three light switches.  The bathroom’s light switch is in this five-foot hallway.  Not in the bathroom, oh no!  That would make too much sense!  It’s not like there isn’t space on the wall for it.  There is.  Lots.  The light in the kitchen is also all the way on the other side of this skinny little kitchen, no where near where you think it should be.  Plain and simple – the electrician was on crack.

7.  Why does everyone in Massachusetts have to drive like they are in labor and about to give birth?  Sure, I like to get where I am going too, but I have no urge to get to the grocery store ten miles away in 60 seconds flat.  Also, honking makes few situations better.

8.  The grocery store carries something called “New Age Beverages.”  Um… what the hell is that?

9.  Massachusetts has the FREAKIEST tree frogs.  They sound like they have little sinister laughs.  Nightmares are made of these.

10.  It only seems to rain here when you want to move something, be it all of your apartment goods, groceries, or the bajillion boxes you now have clogging up your five-foot hallway with three light switches.  Where was the rain on the days I was sweating my butt off?

11.  There is a reason people pay a crap ton of money for water from Maine.  I have now discovered why.  When your husband tells you that your new water, even after being run through a water filter, has a different “tang,” prepare for your body to reject it and become best friends with the bathroom.

12.  My in-laws have this weird thing where they like to turn on all of the lights and then just leave them on.  It drives me nuts.  I don’t want to pay to have every light in the house on at the same time, mmkay?  As a side note, I have discovered that I am completely anal retentive about shutting off lights and will only turn them on or use any electricity when absolutely necessary.  You can only see five feet in front of you?  Meh, you’re fine.  No need for lighting.

There are, of course, hundreds of other thoughts bouncing around in my head, like why do 3M velcro strips have to cost so dang much?  And will that stupid phone EVER stop ringing?!  No, sir, Olga isn’t available anymore, but we do have a lovely Marta model if you are interested!  You should also check out Svetlana while she’s available.  Please call back later!

Moving is tough.

Castle Out of Boxes

The vagabond lifestyle is not for me.  Traveling?  Yes.  Constantly moving and having your belongings not in their places where you can reach for them time after time because everything you want to make seems to call for those pesky measuring cups you stupidly packed away two days too early?  Not having it.

This is currently our living situation.

All of our stuff is crammed into boxes, bags, and the random hampers that lived behind our living room door.  It will probably be like this for a day or two.  Today, though, is the day it all makes a journey.

Today, we move to Massachusetts!

It’s taken me a while to come around to the idea of moving, not because I hate the idea, but because I love the people around me.  My coworkers spoiled me in the past couple days, not to mention how wonderful they have been for the past two or three years.  We have laughed, we have cried, and we have determined that we are not necessarily all going to heaven.  Our family lives here.  Our pets (who all live with our parents) live here.  One of my best friends lives two doors down the hall from our apartment.  I love the outdoors.  Why on earth would I want to leave?

Well, for the adventure.  This is a time where we are married, but we don’t have the extra responsibility of dragging kids along with us.  We also need to do it for B.  This is a time for him to play with his professional dreams and succeed in his own endeavors.  Moving back to Maine wasn’t something he thought he would be doing, but he did it for me to be successful in teaching (and paying back some loans).  It’s time.

So, with our parents’ trucks, our two cars, and a moving van loaded down, we bid Maine adieu for now.  Of course we’ll be back for visits (though everyone keeps talking about Massachusetts as this super far off place where no one ever returns).  Here’s to adventure!  See you again from a place a little bit more southern!