Wednesday, December 25, 2013

We Wish You a Merry Christmas


Since our actual holiday card is an infographic which includes confidential information, I created a "for the blog" card from us with another design at Cardstore. In any case, we wish you a joyous holiday! Bask in the company of loved ones, and be well!

Sunday, December 22, 2013

You Can't Take the San Diego Out of the Girl


Last week my partner at work and I left the community to run an errand. As I opened her passenger-side car door, she reached over to grab three receipts off the seat and move a bag on the floor. "Sorry. Hold on, " she said. This made her think about the conversation she had with her husband the night before.

HIM
Is your little friend back from California?

HER 
(laughing)
Don't call her my "little friend!" She's not a child.

HIM
But she's so small. 
(We met recently, and that sweet man is about three times my size.)

HER
Yeah, but don't call her that! She's an adult. By the way, you left the car a mess last week, and she had to ride in it. I blamed you.

HIM
Have you been in her car?

HER
Yeah.

HIM
What does she drive?

HER
She's from California, she's thin, and she's a vegetarian. What do you think she drives?

HIM
A Prius?

HER
Yup! 

HIM
And it's immaculate, isn't it?

HER 
(nodding her head and laughing, as if to pat herself on the back)
Yup!


We both laughed hysterically as she told the story. I said, "It doesn't help that I like yoga and make some 'hippie' choices!" It launched us into a larger, more serious conversation about race, ethnicity, and stereotypes (both "negative" and "positive," although I don't think any are truly positive). We both agreed that there is a little bit of truth to every stereotype.

As a San Diego girl, I am no exception. Evidently!

Has anyone ever told you that "you're totally a [insert hometown here] girl/guy"? What made them say that?

Saturday, December 21, 2013

How He Asked Me to Take a Walk with Him


I worked a half day today in order to make up for some lost time earlier in the week due to my trip to San Diego (which I still have to tell you about!). When I got home, I had a late lunch with Mr. TBS, and we were overcome with the giggles watching the cats try to open "presents" (treats in wrapping paper), compliments of that crafty husband of mine.

Being just days away from Christmas, I needed to wrap some gifts, so I headed up to the guest room where YouTube and Hulu accompanied me for awhile.

I heard a pop. And then another pop. I muted my laptop and tilted my head to the side (because we all know that a perked ear and eyes fixed on the floor improve hearing). The pop then sounded like a click. The sound seemed distant, like it wasn't actually in the room, so I opened the closet door, but all we have are some boxes with books in there. And then something caught my eye through the window.

My husband, who had just finished working out, was throwing sticks at the window. He couldn't see me through the sun's glare on the glass, so he kept throwing sticks. I grinned ear-to-ear. It was the cutest thing on the planet.

It's the little things in life. :)

Thursday, December 5, 2013

One Fact Can Turn Your World Up-Side-Down


Before she joined our family, her name was Becky.

When I first saw her, I knew we had to adopt her. She was one of four in a litter of creamy, peach and gray fur, and I was drawn to her gentle spirit. She was the soft-spoken one of the bunch and loved to be held. Like every other time I've yearned to adopt a homeless kitty, we walked empty-handed. Four months later she was still sitting in that cage, but this time, she was alone. I wondered how she could possibly be the last to be adopted and saw it as our opportunity to adopt her.

We renamed her Amelie because of her curious nature and sweet disposition. She was meant to be ours, and she has been for the last three and half years. Our Daddy's Girl. Our girly girl. Our pretty Amelie.

On Sunday, we learned something about Amelie.

She has a penis. In a moment of tummy rubbing, purring, and... ahem... pleasure, we saw her his junk.

?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

So that's what we've been wrapping our heads around (and laughing about) for the last five days. The crazy thing is that this isn't the first time we were told we adopted a female cat only to find out otherwise! The same thing happened with Tolly!

Pardon me while I question the aptitude of veterinary professionals and mentally set my world right-side-up again. Amie's a boy. Amie's a boy. Amie's a boy. Amie's a boy. Amie's a boy.

Enjoy your weekend!

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Easy Canvas Prints



I fell in love with canvas prints a few years ago. I was visiting my friend Kerry to meet her then-infant daughter, Aili. The living room had three gorgeous canvas prints depicting stages of their family. If my memory serves me correctly, there was a wedding photo, a stunning pregnancy photo of Kerry standing by a window, and... I think the third was a baby photo of Aili. (Help me out, Kerry.) I had gotten married just a couple weeks prior, and I made a mental note to get canvas prints. But holy smokes! I soon found out that they cost a pretty penny.

Flash forward two and a half years, and Easy Canvas Prints enters the picture. Their name says it all. For starters, the website is incredibly easy to navigate. You can dive right into designing your canvas or browse through the Ideas gallery. More than that, the prices are so affordable. The ordering process walks you through all the options (size, display options, border, color, and retouching), and voila! Your order is on its way to being processed, and you'll have a beautiful canvas on your doorstep in under two weeks.

While this may have been the perfect opportunity to print a professionally shot wedding photo, Mr. TBS and I decided to welcome a life-sized Baby Boone (six months old!) to our wall. Can you blame us? Don't even get me started on sleeping Amelie in the background. Ha! This photo is the perfect snapshot of who they are as a pair, and it is so special to us -- even though the Droid phone camera quality pales in comparison to a fancy DSLR. But even then, Easy Canvas Prints produced a great canvas print! I plan to display it on unpainted pallet wood, eventually.

What do you think about our canvas print? With the holidays just around the corner, I highly suggest you check out Easy Canvas Prints. (They're on Facebook too!)

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** I received a complimentary canvas print in exchange for my thoughts on the product. All opinions are my own.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

An Unexpected Lesson at Neyland Stadium


One of the things I didn't mention in my recap of the UT game yesterday is that Life served up a humbling lesson. Believe me when I say that a football game is the last place I expected to have a moment of self-reflection.

See that lady waving around her pom pom in the photo? (You can't miss her. She's the only person standing and cheering like it's midnight on New Year's Eve. But I'm getting ahead of myself.) This story is about her.

Energy is contagious at events like a football game. Everyone is decked out in team colors, music is blaring throughout the stadium, and fans just want to have fun. I was no exception. I don't know all the rules of football, and I knew nothing about the UT Vols players, but I was happy to be there! But at what point is someone having too much fun? When he or she is in a drunken stupor, obviously. Who determines when one is having too much fun?

When the game started, it was cute to see this petite woman who clearly had a deep love for her team. She cheered. She sighed. She yelled. She waved her pom poms. She stood up. She danced.

The problem? She rarely sat down. I'm not kidding. Did you notice that she is the only person cheering in that photo? You guys, the woman was always cheering, even when it didn't seem relevant. As my cousin Sara said (about a girl we ran into at two bars) at my bachelorette party, "Every song is her jam." The same could be said about this woman. I started to feel annoyed, scoffing to my husband that this lady was dancing around to Young Joc's "It's Goin' Down" and The Lonely Island's "I'm on a Boat."

Does she even know what this song is about?
She cannot clap on beat to save her life.
Does she realize that she's cheering during commercial breaks?
When is she going to sit down?
Oh, my gosh. I'm embarrassed for her.

And then it hit me. I realized that I was bagging on a lady who was simply having a good time. Sure, she was overzealous, but she wasn't belligerent. I was being a snob. A wave of "whoa" swept over me. It took a few minutes to set in. Then, I looked at my husband and said, "Well... to be fair, the world would be a better place if people had as much fun as she's having," and he agreed.

This lady reminded me that I don't have to be the best or the prettiest or the smartest or the tallest or the richest. Life is meant to be fun, so have fun! (Pom poms optional.)


One caveat: It would be polite to sit when the rest of the stadium is sitting so that you're not blocking the view of the person behind you. :)

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Exploring Knoxville: UT Football Game

I'm obsessed with taking panoramic photos with my iPhone.

The weekend before Thanksgiving, I went to my first big football game! UT was playing Vanderbilt, and my husband was given tickets to the game. It was a last-minute plan, but I want to see Knoxville for all that it is. I have wanted to go to a football game (Division I college or NFL) for so long. It was a quick drive from our house to downtown, and then we braved the cold and wind on our walk to Neyland Stadium. One thing I love about this college town is that people show up in all their orange glory to support the Vols no matter what kind of season their having. It's been less than stellar season, but the town is painted orange every game day.

On November 23, the stadium was nearly packed. I loved the energy of the stadium. It was just as I had expected and a big part of the reason I've wanted to go to a major football game. My university's football stadium has a mere 6,000 seats, so the experience was nothing like this. S had a few flashbacks to his college days at University of Wisconsin-Madison. I love hearing stories from his college days, since I didn't arrive on the scene until much later in his life.

To our surprise, our seats had the nifty cushions, and we snuggled up under a blanket. I loved all of it. The marching bands, the fireworks, the pre-game ceremonies, the halftime show. And thanks to my show choir days, I knew the lyrics to "Rocky Top" which, as the unofficial fight song, only played a million times. "Rocky Top, you'll always be home sweet home to me..." S was surprised I was singing along!

Four turnovers worked in their favor which kept them in the lead, but ultimately, they lost. Being that it was the last home game, a win would have been nice, but at least it was a close game.

It was a fun night! I'd love to go to another game next season. And hey, a win would be great too. Ya hear that, Vols? ;) 'Til next season!


Tips:
- Be prepared to walk a mile or two to the stadium.
- Bring a blanket.
- Wear orange. :)



Saturday, November 30, 2013

Belated But Just as Grateful


This only scrapes the surface, but here are a few things I am thankful for this year:

1.) My husband who is flexible with all of life's unexpected turns but unyielding in his loyalty to and love for our family.

2.) My family who has adapted to my distance but never loved me any less.

3.) Pets. They always know when you need some extra love.

4.) Pumpkin cheesecake.

5.) New co-workers who remember that I am vegetarian when they get food for me.

6.) Scarves, my winter jewelry. They are functional, and they pull together an otherwise plain outfit.

7.) Education, the life lessons that come with it, and the doors it opens.

8.) Living in a beautiful city.

9.) My job. Not just a job but the exact job I wanted.

10.) The fact that all things peppermint are socially relevant right now.

11.) Our rental house that couldn't be any more perfect for right now. And to think that it was a last-minute move!

12.) A hot shower every day.

13.) The financial means to purchase quality food.

14.) The residents I see at work every day.

15.) Baby Mac, who made me an aunt this year.

16.) Health.

17.) The most divinely soft sheets.

18.) Text messages from Leah, my friend who should be a comedian.

19.) Friends who are family.

20.) This life.


I hope you had a beautiful Thanksgiving. :)

Thursday, November 21, 2013

How to Save an Unraveling Sweater at Work

There I was at work, organizing marketing collateral and lugging boxes from office to office, when I realized that my favorite sweater was splitting up the left side. Noooooooo. But have no fear! The sweater was saved... by a paper clip.


Paper clips make excellent crochet needles. How's that for craftiness? I'm the MacGyver of DIY. (I admit that I was pretty proud of myself. And I saved my sweater!)

*curtsy*

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

How Cardstore Makes My Life Easier





If you've ever spent more than ten seconds at this blog, I don't have to tell you that I'm close with my family and that we stop at nothing to stay connected across many, many miles! But what can a gal do when her dear grandmother isn't keen on talking on the phone and doesn't have Skype or FaceTime at her disposal? Well, let me tell you. Once upon a time, people shared words of love and good will through an archaic system called the postal service. ;)

I'm a big fan of good old-fashioned snail mail. Especially with today's technology, it means a lot to me when I receive a note in the mail. It feels more personal and thoughtful. I love sending cards to my grandma, and from what my mom tells me, my grandma loves getting them. I planned on printing a photo to enclose in my next card, but then I decided to make a card using the photo.

Cardstore offers the online convenience of sending a card in the mail. Customizing a card, including a photo in the design, and adding a personal note has never been easier. Just start by selecting a category (occasion, holiday, artist, or brand), and then choose a design. Easy.

This wasn't the first time I used Cardstore. Remember last year's Christmas card? Not only did we design our card through the website, but Cardstore mailed them out for us too. Again, easy. To make the deal even sweeter, they always have some sort of discount promotion. We're getting ready to place our Christmas card order soon.

Are you a Cardstore customer? Check out their cards (and stationery)!


** Disclosure: I received a complimentary card to send in exchange for my thoughts on the product. All opinions are my own.  As I mentioned above, I was already a very satisfied Cardstore customer.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Exploring Knoxville: Mead's Quarry





We moved to Knoxville 4.5 months ago, but we have yet to really check out our new city. It's the smallest city/county I've ever lived in, but there is a lot to do in the greater Knoxville area. With Mr. TBS traveling for work so much recently, local activities were put on hold until we could do them together, but we're finally getting the ball rolling. On Saturday, we hit up downtown to go to Market Square, have lunch at The Tomato Head (so good!), and see Gravity (which we recommend watching in 3-D). We had perfect weather for an outing -- cool enough to wear a jacket, warm enough to walk about the farmers market into the afternoon. We had to rush through the market in order to catch the movie, so I'll be back again soon to really take my time.

We woke up to another beautiful morning on Sunday and decided we wanted to get out -- maybe hike. Cades Cove is one of the must-see/must-dos in the Great Smoky Mountains, but distance threw a wrench in our gears. We had no idea it was 1 hour and 45 minutes from our house! I'm sure it's totally work the drive, but we'll have to put a bit more planning into that day trip. We tabled Cades Cove for another weekend. He searched online for closer hiking trails, and sure enough, Mead's Quarry was nearby.

We weren't looking for anything strenuous -- just some fresh air and time together. Our jackets came off soon after we started walking, as our body temperatures rose. Although most of our surroundings were transitioning into a sleepy, brown state of winter, it was still beautiful. I imagine the place is packed with runners, hikers, families, and dogs during spring and fall when all the plant life is beaming with color. One thing that probably doesn't change with the season is the rocky trail. I was expecting a dirt path, but those trails are riddled with stones of all sizes (and then covered by fallen leaves). Watch your step! For awhile, my eyes were glued to the ground so I wouldn't slip, trip, or slide down a hill.

I can't even remember all that we talked about, but it was just nice to be out of the house doing something together. And we had perfect timing, because just 20 minutes after we left Mead's Quarry, it started raining! I'm sure we'll be back. It's a beautiful park with long trails, and it's close to home. I'm so glad we're finally doing things around town!

Thursday, November 14, 2013

The First Familiar Face in Knoxville


For me, the hardest part of living in a new place is not knowing anyone. As much as I enjoy being home -- ignorant of what I look like and doing whatever I want -- I like knowing that I have friends nearby to meet for dinner or a drink or a movie. For many adults, co-workers become close friends. Work is where I met some of my best friends! While I like the people I work with, the stars haven't aligned for friendships outside of work, and that's okay. Those great relationships usually show up when they're least expected anyway. It could be a neighbor or a new co-worker or someone at a yoga studio. Only time will tell.

Despite the many people in this city I have yet to meet, I did see a familiar face the weekend before last! Okay, if I'm being honest, the term "familiar" is a bit loose, considering I had only seen her on her blog and in social media. Yup. Blog-life-turned-real-life friendship strikes again! I never would have thought that blogging to share things with my family and friends afar would lead me to new friends. Does anyone else think it's crazy that I can move to nearly any part of the country (and even other countries) and probably find a blog friend close by? It's kind of incredible.

When we moved to Knoxville, Britt told me she'd be in town for a wedding a few months later. I "met" Britt last summer when she co-hosted a link-up called "From Blog Life to Real Life." A year and a half later, that title sums up our friendship perfectly. Oh, the foreshadowing.

I was sitting in the hotel lobby looking at the latest photos of my nephew on my phone when she walked up. We agreed that it was weird to think that it was our first in-person meeting, because we were already friends. We hugged, took up residence in some comfy chairs, and gabbed about the wedding, Scarlett, living in the South, family, marriage, and of course, blogging. We had a really interesting conversation about how we think we're perceived through our blogs vs. who we really are. (An entertaining link-up in the making, perhaps?) I think we were mostly who the other thought we'd be. Mostly. ;) We are more alike than I had expected!

I met her dad who had been watching Scarlett in the hotel room. (I didn't get to meet the little beauty, unfortunately.) I met her mom and a lot of relatives when we moved our conversation to the bar. Her family is a fun bunch, and her parents are the friendliest folks! 9:30 p.m. became 1:00 a.m. in a flash. The group had grown smaller over time until it was the two of us standing in the lobby with her mom and aunt who were understanding of our need to post evidence of our get-together on Instagram. (Thanks again!)

This blogging thing. It's been an unexpected joy in my life for this exact reason. The people. And I'm lucky that I seem to always find the right people. Good people.

Britt, thanks for letting me crash your family time in Knoxville! You're the best!

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Curse You, End of Daylight Savings.


The end of Daylight Savings kicked my derriere. It could be that I'm getting old(er), work has been grinding my brain to a pulp (in a good "I'm learning so much" kind of way), I was up until 2:00 a.m. last weekend (which only solidifies my first point), or turning clocks back an hour makes for some very sleepy evenings. It's all four of those reasons, actually. I have been wanting to tell you about my husband's birthday, meeting Britt last weekend, a sweet decor piece in my bedroom, what I've been reading, the cutest grandma in all the land, what I learned from an Instagram photo, and my job -- but by the time I'm settled in at home, I'm at battle with my eyelids. There are so many great things happening in life right now, but I haven't felt like I've had the necessary energy or time to write it all down and do it justice.

God, grant me the mental stamina (or boat loads of caffeine?) to get myself together this weekend. I can just see caffeine's new slogan now:

Caffeine: How Lindsay Got Her Groove Back
You heard it here first!

Also, how are we a week into November already?! I hope Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the New Year don't fly by as quickly as the last four months in Knoxville have. Life, slow down!

Okay, time for work now. It's pouring outside, but I've got 11+ hours of work ahead of me and I'm feeling lethagic, so what's a girl to do? Cuddle her cats, curl her hair (I totally won today's hair battle!), and put on a boldly bright blouse. I'm comin' for ya, Friday Eve!

I hope you are well, friends. :)

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Vlog Tag

I feel like I've been living in extremes in recent months. High highs and low lows, but it's been very much the former lately. One of my best friends gave birth to a sweet baby girl last week, another best friend and her husband are moving to Nashville (which is so much closer than San Diego), I received my nephew's first school/daycare photo, and I am reveling in the challenge of my new-ish job.

Life is starting to feel normal again, and I'm settling back into a work-life groove. This blog got the short end of the stick this summer. While it was the best choice to make at the time, I missed it. But I'm back... and with perfect timing! Whitney tagged me for a vlog, so... here I am!


I have a hunch that the people I want to tag will go running in the opposite direction, so I'll pose this to anyone who wants to jump in. :) Answer some of these questions, make up your own, put out a call for questions on social media, or do a song and dance. Ha! I want to hear what all you bloggers sound like.


Thanks to the following for questions:
Whitney
Megan
Ryan
Belle
Summer
Mom <-- Cool mom alert!

Monday, October 14, 2013

A Long Distance Birthday Party

Not too long ago, Lauren was preparing for her move to Chicago – a move that meant her sister would no longer be down the street for her. Being that Kate will be bringing a beautiful baby boy into the world later this year, Lauren asked me (in an e-mail conversation):
 
“I have a feeling that once my nephew is born, I'll wish I was back in NC. 
How do you do it?!   
Especially with a nephew as adorable as yours!”

My best advice was to take advantage of all forms of technology. My family has become quite adept at this. I get a daily photo of my nephew. I FaceTime with my parents and brother. I Skype with my sister and BIL. Phone calls. E-mails. Text messages. Facebook. Instagram. We’re so “now”!

My phone rang on Saturday night, and I ended up attending an impromptu party in honor of my sister’s birthday. It was amazing.

A Long Distance Birthday Party 1
A Long Distance Birthday Party 2
A Long Distance Birthday Party 3
Long Distance Birthday Party 02
Long Distance Birthday Party 06


A Long Distance Birthday Party

 I do think that smart phones and social media can distract people from daily face-to-face communication, but when used appropriately, they are life-savers. Wouldn’t you agree? 

Sunday, October 13, 2013

On This Day 33 Years Ago

On This Day 33 Years Ago
On this day 33 years ago, a wonderful lady was born. Even my sister can’t believe she’s 33 today, but I think she’s headed into her best year yet. Being four years younger, I have looked up to her my whole life. Even now as adults. We are very different people, but I still find myself staring at her – dissecting how beautiful she is, her voice, her clothes, how successful she is in her career, her humor, and her joy as a wife and mother – admiring her.

I miss her so, and I can’t wait to squeeze her neck and kiss her face in exactly two months.

I love you, Summer! Happy birthday!


Monday, October 7, 2013

What Happened in September, Stays in September

Housewarming gift from Emily: One thing that is leaving September with me!

The human body is a resilient thing. When you are attentive, you realize how strong it is and how communicative it can be. The problem is that I haven't been very in tune with mine for months. The whirlwind that life has been since June left me frazzled, but you know how it is. You think to yourself, That's life. Everyone's life is stressful in one way or another. I just need more sleep... or hours in the day.

Those thoughts floated through m head countless times over the summer. Had I been attentive, I would have recognized my own need to slow down/reflect/vent to my husband/do yoga/sleep a lot more/[insert all things "calm" here]. But my mind was clouded with excitement about the new doors opening for us in a new city. 


However, change is change, and change is stressful -- even positive change.

I knew I was progressively losing steam, and my body was losing its patience with me. Emotions manifest physically, especially after being neglected, so it was only a matter of time before my body gave me the good ol' "Listen up when I'm talkin' to you!" To make a long story short, a series of curious lumps on my head (with subsequent hair loss) landed me an appointment with a dermatologist who performed a biopsy which, thankfully, came back clean. 


The root cause of all the hoop-la? Stress.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I laughed at his expert opinion. Of course, I thought. Not only had I been neglecting my stress of the last four months, but a trusty Google search had me convinced that I had a brain tumor or Lupus. Life, you have a twisted sense of humor, sometimes!

I've made a promise to myself to be attentive and keep myself in check physically, mentally, and emotionally. More sleep. Less TV. More sunshine. Less internet. More yoga. Less processed food. More fun. I'm leaving the painful lumps and hair loss in September. 

The only downside is that you won't see anymore "sexy side ponytail biopsy prep" photos on my Instagram.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

A Window (and a Red Door)



Even though our last move was on short notice, we ended up in a really great house in a family-friendly neighborhood. (Increased safety! Hooray!) We have a fireplace, a garage, and more square footage than we know what to do with. The cozy space gets plenty of natural light – something beloved cabin lacked. Packing and moving can be a pain, but I always love unpacking. I enjoy the process of rearranging furniture and envisioning our changing decorations with each season and holiday. The proverbial “clean slate” always feels good, doesn’t it?

The first time we saw the house, one thing pulled at my heart immediately. The front door is red! I only ever see when pulling in and out of the garage, but boy, oh, boy! It makes me smile every time. For the sake of privacy, we wanted to cover the small window beside it, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do: Decorative window film to match the red door! S was not sold on the stained glass design, but… he decided to let me win that battle. It’s only temporary, after all. :)

After 75 minutes of very careful measuring, trimming, spraying, and squeegee-ing… ta-da! I’m kind of in love with it. (Thanks for appeasing my inner Old Lady, honey!)


Supplies from Home Depot:

I am by no means an experienced DIY-er, but I'm pretty proud of this little project! When we move out, all I have to do it peel it off and wipe down the window. Easy. I like that!

** This post is not sponsored by Home Depot, but I do highly recommend their window film.

"We're LOADS of Fun!"



So here's the thing. September was a crappy month. It sucked a whole lot, and it wouldn't have been fun to write about -- or read about. (I know this to be true from Facebook and the resulting handful of people whom I have un-friended or hidden from my news feed!) I was trapped in the type of disappointment that makes one feel like it is permanent, and that can drive a person crazy. I was exhausted and angry and lonely with only splashes of overall good days.

To set the record straight, nothing happened to us at the cabin. The move was preemptive following the news that our neighbors' cabin was broken into for the second time in six weeks. The first time, the thieves broke in through a window, snatched the flat screen TV, and exited through the front door. This prompted the neighbors to install a security system, but it didn't do the job. The police suspect that the robbers were watching from the woods. When the coast was clear, they hit up the cabin for the replacement flat screen TV. Not only did our neighbor return to a broken door and missing TV, but Molly, his dog, was gone for 26 hours. They aren't sure if she was taken or if she ran away, but at least she came back home.

Things are expensive, but they are just things. You can't replace your family and pets. Mr. TBS and I couldn't bear the thought of losing Amelie or Boone in a situation like that. Also, there was no way I was staying in that place alone when Mr. TBS was out of town for work. Safety first! So we moved.

Reasons Why I Hate Thieves:

- For starters, they straight-up steal stuff.
- They threaten the safety and comfort of others.
- It cost us a pretty penny to break a lease and then take on a new one.
- I had to put off school until January.

Reasons Why My Husband and I Are Awesome:

+ We packed and moved by ourselves in 27 hours.+ We didn't kill each other.
+ We overcame a 13-inch height difference which really takes a toll when carrying furniture!
+ We did not require chiropractic services afterward.
+ We decided that we are going to start our own moving company. We don't know what the name will be, but our tag line will be "We're LOADS of Fun!" (The true humor lies in the lifeless tone with which my husband said those words.)

To all you kiddos out there: Don't steal. It doesn't make you cool; it makes you a jerk. Karma is real, and it will kick your ass.

To the thieves in the woods: Ha! We beat you to the punch! You're not going to get our TV or cats. Suckers.