Tag: moving

A New House, A New Printer and An Old Kitty | The More Things Change…

A New House, A New Printer and An Old Kitty | The More Things Change…

| January 24, 2012 | 6 Comments

When I’m feeling all overwhelmed and basically loser-like, I have to remind myself that we only moved three months ago. Prior to this, it had been over seven years since we made an interstate move. Moves are like childbirth; there’s something that happens in your mind immediately after the event that makes you forget exactly how more »

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eShortz | Halloween Competition

eShortz | Halloween Competition

| November 1, 2011 | 2 Comments

More riveting life conversations. These are real conversations that take place in our life. (We’re not really cartoon characters. We just play them on the Internet.) [three_fourth_last]

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eShortz | Unpacking

eShortz | Unpacking

| October 17, 2011 | 1 Comment

More riveting marital conversations. These are real conversations that take place in our life. (We’re not really cartoon characters. We just play them on the Internet.) [three_fourth_last][/three_fourth_last]

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Organized Container Cupboard

Organized Container Cupboard

| October 5, 2011 | 6 Comments

We are in the process of moving. If you remember, I recently posted this photo to my Facebook page. I was determined to never have that again. Ever. Meanwhile, at the new house I did this:   Me to The Husband: Hey! Check this out. Look what I did. And? It is GOING TO STAY more »

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Leaving, With No Place to Go

Leaving, With No Place to Go

| September 12, 2011 | 9 Comments

We’re moving. I’ve kept in on DL because it’s such an exhausting thing–emotionally, mentally, physically–especially when you have a 3 year old who doesn’t do well with change. I just haven’t wanted to answer a bunch of questions because, well, information sharing takes it’s own toll. It’s an interstate move and if you’ve ever made that move more »

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