I woke up at about 7:30 Saturday and drove to my old apartment to meet the movers who arrived at 8:45. By 11:15, the movers and I had moved everything from my old apartment to my new one. Thank goodness for movers! Now the fun part begins. I start unpacking immediately. Now in case you may have some misguided notion that I am a slacker... Saturday would have proven you wrong. I did not... could not... stop until every last box was unpacked. So, at 11:00 Saturday night, I opened the last box and put everything away. On Sunday morning I woke up finish the things I did half-heartedly on Saturday such as my pantry, my bathroom cabinets, etc but now here it is Monday and all I need to do is find a new computer desk so that I can unpack my "desk" box and hang curtains in my living room and bedroom. Whew... I was one tired girl! I thought about taking some pictures to post, but at the end of the day, it is just another apartment. It doesn't look much different from the last apartment. All the same stuff is here, its just arranged differently. Probably the most different thing about this apartment is that I am no longer on the 3rd floor (I know a lot of people are glad for that) and I have a great courtyard view with lots of trees (which are all bald right now). The only negative thing I can find about it so far is that my cell phone signal sucks here... and I REALLY don't want to have to get a home phone. So I am just going to see how long I can tolerate the crappy service. Maybe I will just change providers :) I have been looking for a new reason to dump Sprint. :)
And somewhere in the middle of Saturday, Breighton (who has a full service chef in mom) decides burritos sound good for dinner. So we drive over to the store to get a few groceries and the ingredients for burritos. One of which is refried beans... in a can. Problem? My can opener is still at my old apartment. I still had a few cleaning supplies there and I had left that in the drawer from my last week of scarce living. So here I am with a can, no can opener, a hungry kiddo and me... a tired woman who has NO desire to go back to the store again. So, I fumble through my cabinets and end up with my corkscrew which has a handy little knife on it for slicing the foil around the bottle. I spend the next ten minutes stabbing and sawing through the can until I finally have broken through enough to peel back half of the lid and scoop the beans out. In the end, we were fed and happy and my son was fairly impressed with my ingenuity.
Speaking of my son... I have a funny story from this week... That boy cracks me up!
Breighton and I had Chinese food for lunch yesterday. His fortune cookie said something along the lines of "you will travel soon and find many fortunes". He said he wondered if whoever wrote the fortune knew what he was going to be when he grew up. Because (and I quote) "right now I am conflicted about what I am going to be when I grow up." I ask what he is "conflicted" about. He says, "well, I either want to be an engineer or a restaurant worker." :) What kind of restaurant worker? I ask. "Hmm... maybe like one of the people who says hello when you come in the door." That's right folks.. my 9 year old son can't decide if he wants to be an engineer or a host at a restaurant. Kids... :)
