settled in and riled up

We're making the new nest, more of our nest, home. Our day off together was full of half a dozen appointments. A sleezy carpet salesman who offered us a price gouged estimate expecting us to sign on the dotted line right then and there as if we had no idea that the price offered was probably double what we can find elsewhere. A chatty blinds lady who we really liked and shared stories of her son and her father and then gave us a kick ass deal. A painter as cliche as can be, white overalls with spots of paint, offering up design ideas about accent walls and such. The guy from the Powell Electric commercial to repair our doorbell. An inspection for our home owners insurance. Deep breath. Thats just how we do it. 

More recently we hit up ikea and home depot. It was an orgy of home decorating. It was cabinets, dining tables, paint colors...and more paint colors...and so fantastic. Even my husband said "decorating is fun," the same husband who just an hour earlier said "I almost ate my finger" while chowing down on his "protein style" (aka bunless) in n' out burger. 

I am finding myself in a constant whirlwind of laundry, vacuuming, sweeping, cleaning bathrooms, doing dishes, making dinner and breakfast. And this is just from two grown people. I can't imagine what it'll be like when we have a family. Crazytown. Speaking of family and kids and all that super stuff, waiting on insurance approval before we start -- kind of playing it safe I guess, but we rather wait a few weeks than pay thousands and thousands more than we have to so that I get the joy and pleasure of pushing a watermelon sized creature out of my lady parts. 

So to all your lady parts out there that have had babies tear their way out of them, good for you and your brave selves. Seriously. 

temptation. must...not...give...in.

Boxes and packing and prepping, oh my!

Gone are the days of collecting clutter, saving those Iron Man Dr. Pepper cans just because RDJ's face is on them and hoarding every last bridal magazine I scavenged through. It's time to purge, to strategically pack and stage the house so that it looks so quaint, organized and clean that other people would want to live here. 

We love the house, we love the location, it's all so great. It's just too much, we are downsizing, a lot less land, a little less house. We're married now, we want to find a place of our own, to make our own -- so grown up it's ridiculous. 

Not to mention, a place to start our family in. No bump yet, but we are very excited to make some babies. Cute, cuddly, awesome, kick ass babies -- yes, I'm baby crazy. It's not my fault though, friends are having babies, getting pregnant and invading the hormonal part of my psyche. I've been browsing the website Project Nursery and searching baby names on Baby Center.  I've always known I was impatient, so this whole, 9 month gestation period will be full of decorating, shopping and baking. Again, not pregnant yet...just enjoying the things I get to look forward to. The more I see cute bedding and awesome names, the less I think about the weight gain, morning sickness and insane mood swings. 

Anyway..about packing..

The task is eternal it feels. Packing, moving piles to another room only to face it later. Some things arent meant to be put into square cardboard boxes -- how do I pack 2 big monkey cookie jars?

This means nothing, it came up on a
google image search for Garage Sale

A giant adventure (that's the word I use instead of CHORE -- i trick myself into excitement), a giant adventure we are conquering together. And at the end of it all -- a big garage sale! Here ye, here ye, ladies & gents of Los Angeles...a sale of household things from within a garage will be sold in the coming weeks. I don't think I've ever had a real garage sale, but it looks all folksy and fun, so yeah, that'll happen in a few weeks. 

Added the rock border and all the flowers/plants inside

Created the levels, added brick,
 rock, tree, plants, flowers

Oh ps my husband has apparently become a gardener/landscaper. Hot. The mexican in him emerges. The mexican in me emerges as I pick up Sharkys for his gardening lunch break. Yes, we are both part mexican, I apologize for blowing your mind.