trash talk

so i was going to play the sympathy card and tell you that this last move to georgia was our 7th move in 7 years of marriage. i was also going to tell you that we moved 75% of our belongings into a storage unit and 20% of our belongings into a hotel and the trunks of our cars (like you, i would like to know where the remaining 5% of my things are). i was also going to tell you that annie has been sleeping in a bathroom for the past week. i was also going to tell you that we finally found a place that would allow us to sign a short-term lease for 3-months and last friday, spur of the moment, we decided to move from the hotel into an apartment (i guess we can put another tally on the moving count). then, in 99* temps, 99% humidity, and with annie in a hiking pack, kevin and i (ok, mostly kevin) moved 60% of our stuff from the storage unit down flights of stairs into our apartment. So...we now have 15% still in storage, 75% in our apartment, and we are up to 10% now missing. i was also going to tell you that my all-time favorite possession--an awesome platter from crate and barrel--was shattered to pieces and our nice bedroom furniture was scratched and dented in the moving process. i was also going to tell you that we don't have a microwave because we got rid of ours 2 years ago and now this apartment doesn't have one. i was also going to tell you that my iron is somewhere in storage (or perhaps missing) and that today at church i was one big ball of wrinkles (and i didn't pull it off).

i was going to tell you all of these things to draw some sort of sympathy from you...but i won't.

during our 2nd round of unpacking kevin thought we should just keep everything wrapped up and protected--mainly the kitchen table and chairs (towels, blankets, bubble wrap and all, tightly held together by layers of saran wrap). i told kevin that we were officially white-trash. kevin hurried to my side, looked deeply into my eyes and comforted me with "baby, we're just transitional-trash, and our day will come" (kevin is the lemonade maker in our family). then our moment was over and we went back to reinforcing our plastic-wrapped furniture.

So! for those still reading...i say

"who cares that we squeak when we eat, and sweat when we sit?"

"who cares that i've smelled and sweated like a man for the past week because my deodorant is part of the 10% of missing items?"

"who cares that we eat our applesauce and yogurt with our fingers, and we strip annie down to her diaper every time she eats because we can't find a bib?"

"who cares that we had to bring home and wash one cheap plastic knife and spork from our church bbq just so we had something to eat with (and pass the spork back and forth during dinner because we only thought to get 1)?"

and "who cares that we conveniently go to costco right around lunch time just to get the free samples and call it lunch?"

why? because our trash status is temporary and we get to do this all over again in a few months.

despite the non-complaining that i am doing and the sizzling temps here in hot-lanta, we are cool as ice (see pic. below), happy, and loving this beautiful part of the country.

i'm happy because today i have returned to my femine smelling ways.

kevin is happy because he no longer has to pee in a bottle.

annie is happy because her sleeping arrangements have upgraded from the bathroom to a closet.

peace and love from atl.