Well, cats out of the bag now. We are moving. Sold one house, bought another. Without a doubt, it's betters-sweet. I'm switching a two story four bed, two bath, two car garage, big kitchen, and two living rooms for a
Going along with the moving motif, our current house is packed in boxes spread out between a storage unit, a horse trailer, and random peoples houses. Can I just say that we have the best family and church family EVER. Can I get an AMEN!? They sacrificed their weekend to help us pack and move. My mom headed up from Utah and got my butt in order and the house was packed in boxes before you new it! Ps. It's not a good idea to pack up your bathroom necessities if you don't plan on moving immediately. Nor is it wise to move out the microwave, stove, and dishwasher early either. Just sayin'. We love cold pizza, horrible hairdos and obscure makeup. Sorry if we look homeless for the next week. And the cats a little angry because we packed up his rocking chair a little too early as well. His life sucks for the time being.
Um, my lifeline cellphone is dying a slow painful death. I have boycotted smart phone cause I think they are stupid.... ha...ha... anyway, so I'm still rocking an old flip phone that does nothing but dial numbers and send a text or two..and maybe a cool ringtone or something. But for unknown reasons, the screen is cracking. And it's getting worse ever so slowly, day by day. So now text messages don't make sense and I happen make a few random calls. So what.
On top of our adventures, we're still sick. Brent, more so than me, but he's a proud member of the "man-cold club".
Church was g-r-e-a-t today. Like always. I could write you a big ol' post on how awesome it is, but you'd be better off just going to church. HintHint-NudgeNudge.
The nail biting you ask? Oh it's just going strong! Brent has this phobia thing with earring and long fingernails (don't ask), so I have been politely asked to keep them on the shorter side. I react like any five year old would, and demand I be allowed to do whatever I want. It worked about as well as any other child's temper tantrum does. My nails are short and unpainted. Boo. He's a weirdy, that's for sure. But I loooove him.
Diet? What diet? Did you not read the bit about the pizza thing up there? Ya well, you try living out of a box and prepare a health conscience meal. Yes, I realize salad is just as easy to buy as pizza. Sush. I'm a sorry excuse for a dieter, but I like to pretend. I have to say, Dad is keeping us well fed in the Pizza department. He brought us over a big pizza, completely decked out with our faves, and an order of cheeeesy breadsticks. We ate a total of two slices and a stick or two, and the boys helped themselves to the rest while we were out.
We have watched a handful of a-ma-za-zing movies. Like Look Who's Talking Too and A Bug's Life... currently Brent is watching Forrest Gump and I'm entertaining the
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That's all folks!