New Plan

Ok, we were going to try and backlog all of the funny things that have happened to us in the last 2 months. Fail. We both kept waiting for the other person to do it. We decided that if we have to backlog everything neither of us would ever end up posting and then more cool things would happen, and it would become too overwhelming. So here are pictures of our new place. It's a work in progress, but it's pretty cool. If you don't believe me, come here yourself and see. Consider yourself up to date.

The Bedroom.

The unfinished office/sewing room.

The bathroom. Mold free since 2010.

The commode. Yes, they are all like that.

The living room. That color of green is "Happy Hour".

The bay window is huge. I had to talk Aaron into laying down to show you.

It will make a very nice bed for lucky visitors.

The Kitchen. I do some of my best work here.

The fridge is the height of my shoulders. No joke. Kiwis are cute like that. And they don't even try to be.

The sheltered outdoor area. Home to future plants. And more cleaning.

It's a hot tub! Book your tickets now to avoid blackout dates.

The view from the bay window.

moving day

backlog 10/13/2010:

We moved into our new place yesterday. There were many many trips back and forth to get all of our stuff, the usual. We went over all of the items in the house with the landlord, and determined their condition (while doing this, a cupboard door fell into my hands and another door's slats fell out). It was fun chit-chatting with him, until he had to go to class. lots of lifting, cleaning, and moving, but at the end of the day all of our stuff was in one place. hopefully, the place it will remain for 2 years.

Christmas in September

Backlog 9/30/2010:

So when we were deciding which clothes to pack on the plane with us, and which to ship via FedEx, I thought..."Oh, we are moving in the Spring. I'll take some t-shirts and a fleece jacket".

Bad decision.

Though, technically Spring, it felt more like late Autumn. We were freezing. People rarely saw us without our fleece and many layers. Our FedEx packages, were actually supposed to beat us here, but we knew they would probably be a few days late. Try a few weeks late.

When the FedEx man rang our door today I had to fight the urge to hug him. Seriously. He lugged in all of our numerous boxes and we went after them like a fat kid at Baskin Robbins

We couldn't believe all of the really cool things we packed that we had totally forgot about. Sweaters. Martini Shaker. Knitted Angler Fish. Scrabble. (on a side note, we played Scrabble for about 8 consecutive days after receiving it). Unwrapping it all with a steaming cup of coffee, it acutally felt like Christmas. And like we were a bit closer to being home. (cue gay music).

The pretty house

Backblog 9/27/2010:

Until recently, our house hunting adventures have been pretty slow and disappointing. However, we recently made strides in this area with a couple recent viewings. Well. Maybe it's more like 1 step forward, 2 steps back. We found a place that is pretty nice and has a lot of potential, but definitely needs a bit of TLC. With a bit of effort though, it could be pretty awesome. I'm stoked. Barbie....well, she got hung up on another unaffordable one that became known as "the pretty house". Story time:

Driving back from TLC house, after I put our names down as interested despite B's hesitation. Here it comes: Tears. Turmoil. Pull over.....
...
What's wrong?
(through snot and quivering/blubbering) "I wanna live in the pretty house!"
"...There there."
We signed a lease for TLC place a couple days later after negotiating a new fridge, shower head, curtains, and paint. We don't get to move in til mid-October.

Bonnie

Backblog 9/23/2010:

Meet Bonnie, our new wheels. We got her from a pregnant Scottish woman. A 1996 Toyota Rav4. All-wheel drive. All-around bitchin'. We took it for a test drive and decided we wanted it. All is well. Transferred some money online, etc. Next day, pick it up. Drive 1 km (that's like 10 miles or something) to the post office where we registered it. When we get there, the driver's door handle doesn't work. Boo. Suck. Trapped inside. Open it from the outside. Not cool. But, despite Barbie's lack of faith in her "dot E D U" man, I took the door apart and fixed it. Better. She's been good to us ever since and has really made buying/moving things much easier.