I've been pretty crazy since my last post. I'm exhausted because I'm working frantically all day getting things ready so that not a single non-necessary item travels to Colorado (can you say obsessive?) and then at night I just lay there fixating on all the items I have to sort the next day. Not to mention that the frenzy perfectly coincides with the end of the school year and all that that entails-music programs, end-of year parties, going away parties, etc. etc.
So do you want to see our new house?
Nice, huh? We're pretty excited about getting there. My awesome sister-in-law has taken it upon herself to be our interior designer/project manager. She's in charge of making everything look beautiful before we get there-my kids are pretty much expecting an Extreme Home Makeover kind of experience. She's in charge of some bathroom remodels (including choosing all tile, fixtures, toilets, vanities) general cosmetic updates (new lighting, back splash in the kitchen, new fireplace mantel), painting, and furnishing the entire house. Do you have a sister-in-law that is that cool?
Anyway, back to the packing on this end. I've got it pretty much under control-in my own obsessive kind of way. The movers come next Wednesday and I'm sure they'll all be laughing at how much unnecessary work I subjected myself to. I'll post about that next.
For today I thought I'd show you some of the strange items I've become attached to over the years that I am finally going to part with here in Brazil. If you remember from a previous post, I'm not at all a pack rat, but I do have a few items that I get weird about. It makes me feel better honoring them here on my blog before I find new homes for them. I will never forget them.
Here's a microwave-vegetable steamer that we got as a wedding gift. Haven't used it in 6 or 7 years; it's staying here in Brazil:
Here's a body pillow that was Guapo's from before we got married; can you imagine the allergens? Bye-bye:
Ok, if that didn't gross you out, this surely will. Here's a positive pregnancy test from I'm not sure which kid, either Pedro (now 3) or Juan Carlos (now 7). I don't know why I couldn't part with it, but I couldn't.
And those would be the huge glasses that I got in 8th grade when I was 13 (23 years ago). I had to wear those beauties in Venezuela in 2002 for three weeks before I had my laser eye surgery. I hid in my apartment A LOT that month.
Here are some slippers that the hospital in Mexico City gave me when I had Pedro. I don't think I even wore them in the hospital and I haven't worn them since:
Awww, here are some flannel jammies that Guapo gave me for Christmas in 1997 when I was pregnant with Margarita. I wore them all.the.time. They just don't feel soft anymore.
Here's a raincoat/windbreaker I bought my first week of college (in 1992). I bought from the Gap for $36.00 and it wasn't on sale. It took me a few more purchases like this to realize that money didn't grow on trees and I went back to shopping sale racks.
I'll miss you:
I won't show you a picture, but I got rid of every non-white or black sports bra that I've been lugging around the last 10 years. I am finally accepting it: I am a boring sports bra kind of gal, only black and white from here on out.
If you have any reason why I should keep any of the above mentioned items, or if you would like any of them (hear my sarcasm here, people), please speak now or forever hold your peace!