It is as if I dropped off the face of the earth
But man...uggh...I hate moving. And if the truth be known, I didn't really do much of the moving. That was left up to my husband. I did a big chunk of packing, cleaning and now unpacking. A week later we are still living out of boxes. Surprise, surprise. There are not enough hours in the day.
I think the only part of moving that I like is the redecorating part, essentially reinventing your style. The house that we are in now is right smack in the middle of suburbia so that has been already difficult to get used to coming from the country. I have a neighbor behind us that we share a fence with and well, not that I am looking, I can't really help but notice, he walks around with his shirt off; comes in and out of his backyard while I am in the kitchen or watching the kids in the back yard...and yeah, he probably shouldn't be. I was really liking living in the country yet close enough to everything still and no real neighbors, only the wildlife and horses. Life is such though. We just have to roll with it for the good of our children. Change. Again.
On a HAPPY note, I am now the proud
I will close with a picture of "Rico Sauve", that was his nickname last night. I aged myself a little bit when I called him that...he had no idea who or what I was talking about. Remember Gerardo?
Kinda funny...he really thought he was the best thing since sliced bread last night; hanging out with all the girls....We'll let him think that just this once.
He is sure handsome (but I am kind of partial).
What do you think?
So how have you been? Haven't seen you in a while either. Hope all is well in your neck of the woods. Take care.