We're here!

Ohmahgawd, IT'S BEEN TOO LONG!!! Yes, I'm here, we're all okay, we've emerged from the countless boxes, miles of bubble wrap, and shredded old newspaper....and though I consider myself something of a moving MAVEN, seeing as I've moved residences almost every three years since 1992, this has to be the most important move I've ever made. Because this is a move into a house. That my husband and I own. That doesn't have noisy neighbors or a barking dog or three flights of stairs to travel every time we go in or out.

It is absolutely wonderful.

Oh, I know what you all are thinking. "Just you wait, missy,...it's not the American Dream, it's the American NIGHTMARE!!" Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all - mortgages are painful and having to do your own maintenance sucks - blah blah blah. I don't care. BRING IT ON. I am so enamored with this lovely little house that I feel almost empowered to face all the challenges of homeownership, as long as it means I can come home here everyday.

Speaking of which. I wish I had pictures. I did but my link expired. So, um...I have none to show.

No matter. In a few weeks the house will be unpacked, somewhat furnished and decorated, and I will begin taking pictures of beautiful little Boba cavorting around the rooms of her new pad. And then the public celebration will commence!!!

Random thought by Flambo

Yesterday morning while I was in the shower, I was rinsing the conditioner out of my hair when I spotted a single white hair on my hand. My first thought?

"It must be from the dog."

Um, helloooo....WE DON'T HAVE A DOG.

Clearly, I have taken denial to a whole new level.

Almost there!

God, it's been a while, hasn't it?? Jason complains to me daily about my lack of consistent Boba updates...I keep trying to get him to write a "guest" post, partly because I think the Daddy-perspective might be fun, and partly because I'm lacking inspiration and would like the help. Plus he's a good writer. It's actually one of the reasons I married him. He wrote all his letters and emails to me in complete sentences, with good grammar, correct spelling - none of that "hope 2 c u l8er" crap. Yes, what can I say: proper English does it for me.


BUT NO, Jason claims that he would only tarnish the brilliance that is Flamboba, so here I am, desperately searching my memory bank for cute stories that will make you all go, "Oh my god, someone KNOCK ME UP RIGHT NOW!!" (Or, for those of the male variety, "Who knew the fruit of my loins could be SO MUCH FUN!!!")

Well, I do like to pepper this blog with posts of a more, oh, shall we say REALITY-driven flavor. You know - the kinds of posts that say, "Hmmm, remember 8 hours of sleep straight through?? God, that was good...." Or, "Wow, you mean other people don't spend their weekends doing laundry?? Or grocery shopping?? Or flat on their backs in coma-like exhaustion?? Are you serious??"

It's been that kind of month.

I think the main issue was...after Vermont, Jason and I hunkered down and worked on life. You know, we found the house, bought the house...we also did some major estate planning and budgetary adjustments...oh, and then we started working on our taxes...blah blah blah, LIFE. As in, we done got our shit together! (Pardon my french.) Day after day it's been one pile of paperwork after another, faxes upon faxes of forms, visits to lawyers and realtors and countless phone calls...and yet, amidst all of this, all the proving-we-earn-this and confirming-we-can-afford-that, I actually feel pretty damn good about life with Boba and Jason. I mean, wow...being a grown up ain't so bad after all!

That said, Boba's been the typical healthy, fun toddler, spewing word after new word, saying "NO" with the kind of vehemence only a 19-month old has the right to possess, tentatively counting to 10 in her adorable toddler lisp, offering hugs and kisses with abandon - she is in such a wonderful stage right now, and though I know the terrible two's are around the corner, I really just enjoy her so much. She's like a really fun, often cranky, but mostly fun, mini-girlfriend.

And the best part is, she loves me like crazy.

So, we close escrow pretty damn soon, and then after that begins the whole saga of moving in. What this means is I'm not sure how present I'll be at Flamboba, but hopefully I'll make my appearance at least once a week with updates. And pictures (!) of the new house. I've been afraid of jinxing the whole thing so I haven't posted pictures of the house, but I will as soon as we tie everything up!

In the meantime, here's Boba and her Daddy - just to tide you all over.