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Jennifer.
Mama. I have a problem with shopping. Night crier. Home decorating. Nacho cheese takes everything up a notch. Not afraid to love Britney Spears. Trying to own all the paper products in the world.
Nathan.
Wild man. Runs on tip toes. Into choo choos and trash trucks. Might miss something when he's asleep. Thomas is everything. Enjoys long walks. Are fruit snacks in the food pyramid? There is no one cuter.
Brian.
Daddy. Cleans his cleaning products. Works for the red roof. Should be in a rock band. Solves all family problems. Drinks way more creamer than coffee. Will be playing Xbox when he's 80.
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Friday, October 18, 2013, 9:43 PM
Hey guys. Reporting from Arkansas where I've fallen in love with my central vacuum cleaner and the feature on my dishwasher that counts down how many minutes are left in the cycle.
I can't tell you how happy I am. On the day I moved out of Texas, I was wearing the least amount of clothing legally, in public, and my entire back was sweating. Now, in Arkansas, it's a low of 39 degrees tonight and coats are required! It even rained for two days in a row! Miraculous, as I've forgotten the joys of having four seasons and wanting to cook a chicken pot pie every hour.
My parents rolled into town about 4 hours after Ernesto and the big truck came to unload. Ernesto had pep in his step and bragged about the protein shakes he'd drink after a day of moving. Ernesto Jr. was his son and had a large head tattoo. Of course I asked him about it. It didn't hurt and it was a Dallas Cowboy's star. Hate to break it to you, but it looked more like a letter F. He also did share with me the ornate and large cross necklace he weaved out of a stretched plastic moving bag. He even worked in his name with blue foil from a wintergreen gum rapper. It's a good thing I'm married.
That team worked fast and pretty soon, my things were in my house. After giving my parents the tour, Dad manned the garage and Mom and I tackled the kitchen and the sad realization that I have an unhealthy amount of glassware. Nathan has been exploring, already knows where the yum-yums are and also just goes around the house screaming.
Can I just say it's nice to know that proper cursive isn't dead:
I can't believe this is where I live. I gained 8,000 pounds off of Mom's chocolate chip banana bread, Nathan started eating out of bowls without trying to frisbee the bowl across planet Earth and we ate from every chain restaurant known to man. Sidenote: I recommend the chicken bacon sandwich on a pretzel roll from Chili's. It changed my life.
This was my backyard one morning:
That's one heck of a welcome.
Anyway, the week was full of breaking down boxes and smoothing out large pieces of paper. And trying to convince Dad that we got the 3rd car garage to store things. And not to keep asking if he can bring my 4th-grade papers or my coconut purse into the house. We met a few neighborhood people. Not going to brag, but I got invited to my first party. We discovered that we can walk down our street and see cows in the pasture, which really gets Nathan's juices going. Our backyard is life-changing and the movers didn't touch my underwear drawer.
I love my parents. It was a fast and wonderful week.
We got a lot accomplished and I am on the path to feeling like this is the best place I've ever lived. Try to not mind the fact that in this picture I have not showered in about 27 days. Since this picture was taken, I did shower, and it is confirmed, my shower is like a full size recording studio booth with room for a full-sized choir.