New FUH-lash:
We are moving to Fort Awesome, aka, Fort Wayne.  Take has accepted a new job at Zimmer (orthopaedic company that makes artificial hip and knee joints).  I've always wished that Dave would take on a serious business job someplace, I just didn't expect it to happen so soon.  He interview the week of Memorial Day and was offered the job a week later.  He starts THIS Monday.  Yikes.  Welcome to single mommy life (with two dogs).  SO, in the mean time, I'm suppose to get the house ready to show, aka, declutter and clean the BA-Jesus out of the house.  Problem?  A certain 1 year old that enjoys opening and closing doors, and getting into mischief.  This is when my Real Housewives of Orange County voice in my head says, "Carrie, just call the Nanny."  Yea, right.  Thankfully, Dave's parental units get an A+ in the awesome department, offering their help/guidance/support during this process. 

I am in the midst of getting ready for my first garage sale, aka, selling my crap to the nice folks of Bloomington.  My goal is to make $300, so I can buy my plane ticket to Florida to have a girls weekend with my "Mommies."  We have a major hookup:  My friend, Irene, has a beach house on the Gulf.  SCA-Ore.  Yep, margaritas, no babies, and lots of gossip magazines.  SO EXCITED. 

And finally, the only think I want to do when it is this hot out is do nothing.  Sadly, I have more shit to do than a one-legged woman in an ass kicking contest.