All My Worldly Possessions...

... are back in one place. That's what my mom said to me just a few days ago.

She and my dad came to help us make the move to the "big" house. That's what we call it. And, folks.. it is a big house.

Whoopee!

I (we) worked our booties off for two days straight. Too bad that the booty doesn't ACTUALLY go away.

And if you were wondering. Yep, I got hurt. I got smacked in the face with a piece of the boy's play fort while we were taking it apart. But, I WAS NOT WEARING THE FLIP FLOPS! Ha!

Yesterday, I slowed down a bit. I just unpacked 487,693 boxes.

And guess what! The "big" house has stairs. And 274,874 of those boxes were upstairs when they needed to be downstairs. And 212,819 of those boxes were downstairs when they needed to be upstairs. Good times.

So last night, I sat my tired self down to the finale of a little show we call Idol. And, boo hoo. But, I refuse to be a "hater." Kris Allen is a very talented and humble guy. And his little wife is adorable. I wish him much success.

He was not, as you may have assumed, my personal favorite.



I know... I know. He's wearing eyeliner and black nail polish. I know... I know. There are LOTS of questions about his choice of lifestyle. I have heard it ALL. As we say in the South, "My grand-daddy would be rolling over in his grave if he could see how these kids are looking these days!"

But, I am a fan. A HUGE fan. A sad fan today.

And what about that singing with KISS? Have mercy.

This morning, the news lady said second place is a blessing in disguise for Adam because it keeps him from having to sing that cheesy winner's song - "No Boundaries."

Hee hee.

I have no doubts that Adam will be successful.

Because I'll be the first in line to buy his music.



In the meantime, I'll be unpacking.