Magic Mike Day

Happy Magic Mike Day, y'all!!

I hope that you enjoy your Magic Mike Day to its fullest. I will be sipping cocktails with my girls beforehand then watching the gloriousness unfold undress before me. Oh, lawd.

The hotter, (hopefully) straighter version of The Village People.

Tie me up, tie me down.

God bless America.

 Whew. I'm spent.

Bits and Baubles

As of late, I have been using that term. A lot. "Get the last bits and baubles" or "I need to arrange the bits and baubles".

So here are some bits and baubles of my life:

• MOVING IS DONE!!! I'm so glad that I have no more hefting, early mornings, late nights, just settling to do. The office, of course, is much more put together thanks to the packers, movers, unpackers, and hanging crew. I mean, I just have some pieces around my office to work through and it's done. My house however, is not that put together. Which is fine. I have a room that is as messy as if I hadn't picked up for a week. Which is coincidentally what has been happening. Whatever. It will get done this weekend. Probably.
• I have figured out how to get Lucky Charm marshmallow taste without throwing the dice in being dusted with death: A little SF vanilla creamer in my milk before frothing. The foam tastes legitimately like Lucky Charms marshmallows.
• My heart hurts seeing the pictures out of Colorado as a result of all the wildfires. I know that they are a part of life there, but they are in highly populated areas and not just the material loses are significant. There is wildlife that needs to evacuate, too.
• I'm having entirely too much fun dressing casual for work? Now that we're relocated, we have a casual for the summer policy which means leggings as pants, jeans, and bare shoulders. I'm loving every second. Well, for the most part. It makes me realize I have a limited dressy-casual wardrobe since on the weekends it's jeans and t-shirt and work is business.
• My dad and Madre Dos are visiting next week. So, naturally, I have some serious cleaning to do. Not that they are staying with me, but it just means that the joint needs to be put together so they don't shake their heads at me. Also, I have compiled a "Daddy Do" list. It's like a "Honey Do" list, but since I don't have a honey and I mount, level, anchor, and screw in shelves, it's nice to have the extra hands of my dad and the creative eye of Madre Dos to help out. And yes, I did warn him. And show off my handy work that I have already completed.
• I have called, and sat on hold for 10 minutes, with Comcast to simply have them change my name. Their system only allows eight characters for first names. So all you Jennifers out there are safe. But us Anastasias? Forget it. I'm Anastasi. That's right. I'm now a male version of my name and somewhat sound like an ancient Pueblo tribe from the Four Corners region. (That's Anasazi. I'll save you from google and wikipedia. Their best known work is Mesa Verde in SW Colorado.)
• I legitimately have no books in my queue to read. It's not that I need some to populate the list, but rather I'm not reading them quickly enough for the my library lending period. 

I promise to draft a post in non-bullet point format. (At some point.)

Finding My Way

So I've been in the new joint for one week and have gotten to a point where I know where things are located within my room and the apartment in general. What's next is finding my way around the neighborhood. Granted, I can read a map and google and yelp with the best of them, but I need to get a groove for where I go for things and when I go.

This weekend, I finally used my Capital Bikeshare for the first time. Since I became a member in April 2011. As in last year. Yeah. I'm awesome. (Also, I got a cute little helmet that's pink and black from a bike shop in the new 'hood. I feel so smart.) It was a nice way to see the area from wheels rather than my feet and get my heart pumping, too.

I did manage to get my feet and cuticles under control from a local salon. It was great and now it doesn't look like I've been abusing my hands for two weeks.

Now here's the big task: getting the groove. You know, from when to workout to when to grocery shop to when I should catch the bus to everything else. I like to have a schedule. If I have a schedule, I'm more likely to be productive. For example, I had a couple of chores that I contemplated to complete this morning, but alas I watched Legends of the Fall and walking over to get some pre-yoga shift coffee with the roommate. Zero productivity.

With two new locations for home and work, it will take some adjusting. I foresee an excel spreadsheet in my future to keep it altogether. With color-coding. And then transferring that to my iPhone so I have alerts. And then perusing Pinterest to see if there are cute ideas to keep me together and motivated to maintain a schedule so that I don't fall easily to the ease of eating out and having less than stellar sleep cycle since I can't manage to hit the pillow before 11pm. And if you know me or have followed the blog for a bit, you know that I love me an early bedtime.

Here's to getting settled and back to getting everything back in order.

So What Wednesday

It's Wednesday! That means I'm linking up with Shannon at Life After I "Dew" to say SO WHAT!

So what if...

• I'm writing this post from a bus? I'm using the time I've got to knock out a draft.
• I'm rocking yoga pants for work? This is day one of three for the office move, it's supposed to be 97 with a heat index of hotter than Hades, so this kid is not going to sweat in her Lilly.
• I'm sad I'm not participating in Wear Your Lilly Day? I love those simple shifts and they are adorable. 
• I'm still laughing about this? 

Reach out and touch faith.

I decided to bring this (now antique) dresser from my grandma because it was smaller & sturdier...well, now I know why it's held together: it's own Personal (11"x17")  Jesus. We have no idea what he's doing in there. Cue Depeche Mode.

• I love unpacking my boxes from Colorado? My mom packed them, and while she did create an inventory list, "Kitchen Gadgets" doesn't fully explain that it's every random piece of kitchen. Including two knife sets. That's a lot of chopping. Every box is like Christmas. 
• I'm getting some ahhhmazing sleep finally? I have my bed of awesomeness from Colorado & it's glorious. Although it just fits in the room. It's a tight squeeze to the far side of the bed.
• I foresee lots of bruises in my future? Said bed of awesomeness is about 10" from sharp-cornered-footboard and the wall. Making the bed is a liability.

What are you saying SO WHAT to?

First Impressions

Subtitled: My First Weekend In the New 'Hood and Chez L.A.

So, for the most part, the big move to the new abode for the next two years is done. Actually, I'm writing this post from our living room while I'm waiting for the movers from Colorado to get here. Where it's actually been in Baltimore for the past week. (grumble grumble grumble)

Since the movers are coming, I am working from home and decided to venture out to the local coffee shop for a cuppa Joe. On my little walk this morning, every person I passed said, "Good morning!" Naturally, I smiled and exchanged the well wishes and bopped along my way.

I have been slowly unpacking and trying to find places for everything. This apartment only has two closets: one in each bedroom. This means that I'm getting creative with storage space. Thankfully, we have basement storage, but that's not exactly convenient.

I will have to say that the neighbors I don't like? Are the creepy crawler kind. I have to say, Colorado has the corner on the market for bugs. Cockroaches are rare, beetles not too populous, etc. DC however? Here's how to best put it, "These things are so big you can saddle and ride those f*kers." (Said by a cute little Granny.)

As I get settled, I will post pictures of my handy work, before and after style with tips on hanging, storing, and getting creative.

Here's to getting my poop in a group to post sooner rather than later.

So What Wednesday

Linking up with Shannon at Life After I "Dew" for some So What-ting.


So WHAT if...

• I hate moving? I mean, if you like moving, by all means come over for the next 14 days and help me. I'm moving my apartment, furniture from Colorado, and office of nine in the next two weeks and I want to die.
• I really need a manicure? My plan is a pamper day as soon as I'm done at the office unpacking. Those files are asshokes for giving me paper cuts. I wish there was an armistice with trees for their guerrilla warfare.
• I'm OB. SESSED. with my address change announcement? I keep staring at it. And the mustaches from the post crack me up.
• I'm going to keep my 303 as long as possible? I've had the number for a long time and, let's be honest, I'll always be a Colorado girl. With my boots on.
• I'm a giddy school girl to have DVR again? I mean, really. I love to get all the Housewives dramz without the late bedtime to watch it live.

Moving

While I have managed to schedule my apartment move from one place to another and get my furniture shipped from Colorado (BIG THANKS TO MY MOM FOR PACKING EVERYTHING), I have also managed to schedule my office move of nine people for only 24 hours after that.

Brilliant, I know.

But I guess it's best to rip it off like a band-aid rather than drag it out over weeks.

I'll delve into that more when I get to the point of a nervous breakdown, but for now, I wanted to share my change of address card I found courtesy of Paperless Post with the best price: FREE! Of course you can get fancy, but I opted for the cute little card to announce my new place.

Of course the mustaches are not part of the announcement, but it was so much cuter than pixelating the info.

You should head over to Paperless Post to see if there are invites, announcements, or Save the Dates that suit your fancy. I just had to share the cuteness without provocation or compensation.

p.s. Now that I've re-announced the blog to everyone in my life to get the vital deets, I guess I'll need to be more consistent in the whole blogging thing.