Life: Where I am moving!!

Again. Ugh. Moving. As excited as I am, the thought of packing 2 years of living in the ghetto kind of makes me want to vomit. Not that I have a lot of stuff because I don't. I do, however, have just enough to make it a pain in the ass. I am renting a U-Haul this time so I can do it all in one big trip. Of course, I have to suck up to my brother-in-law because I want him to drive the thing.

At any rate, I am moving back to the suburbs. It'll be a further drive to and from work but my garden tub and wine rack will make it worth it. I am SO stoked about having a garden tub again. I have certainly learned my lesson and will not take the tub for granted this time.

So onwards and upwards I go from the ghetto to Rodeo Town. I have a Super Wal-Mart about 10 minutes away with a Kohls, Pier One, Borders, Best Buy and McDonald's within walking distance. Sweet.

Now I have to pack. Fun.

Life, Part 2: Where I Might Have Found A New Home

Lets keep everything crossed that the apartment I looked at yesterday becomes mine. I need to call them back and discuss app fees, deposits, etc and God willin and the creek don't rise, I'll be moving on up into a newer, prettier, less ghetto-y and with garden tub apartment!

Plus, I'll be a suburbs girl again instead of the big stinky city of Dallas is sucking the life out of me girl. Score!!

Life: Where a boy might actually like me

So I thought I was being all jokey and funny with something I said to The Boy last night. It failed miserably. He did not get it nor did he see the humor and it was so bad, I feared I had ruined whatever it is that we might have. I thought "Great. Way to screw up something potentially wonderful with one smart-ass joke. Good job, Mel" I then had to convince him that he did NOT need to be in "caution mode" (his words) and that I truly was kidding and was even more truly sorry.

The whole thing led me to believe that he might actually be in it for the long haul, contrary to what Pessimistic Polly here might think. I am not used to this and perhaps I need to let him know that. Then he might understand more about why I said what I said. I'm a little gun-shy and when it comes to relationships with men, I tend to sit around and wait for that other shoe to drop.

Please let his shoes and all the other shoes be laced tightly and hung from super strong rope so they don't fall.