The conversion

Okay, I had my whiny moment earlier this week and now I am back to my typical optimistic self. In case you missed out on my whimpering here's the short version: "Boo hoo I live in the big bad city. I'm a scared", yadda yadda complain complain... Right now I am in a better mind frame. I know I'll be okay. I just have to give it some time and realize that regardless of who you are it takes a while to adjust to a new place. I went exploring for a couple of hours on Sunday and found that I live near a lake, a couple of parks and a creek. I feel better about the whole thing now that I have mapped out a running territory. Groovy.

The apartment looks like an apartment now. We have a floor. Well, half a floor but there is hope for a whole floor later tonight after the remained of our stuff is cleared away and properly stowed. Right now I am doing load after load of laundry and then hanging it all. (Those who know me well understand just what type of torture that is. Laundry is my nemesis. I don't mind the washing part, it's the putting away part that isn't much fun. Plus Joe's pants are about as long as I am tall.. ha ha) Other than that I have found a Duvet cover I like so I am off to give away money in order to take it home with me. I feel very domestic these days... interesting. Not completely bothersome but a change from normal. Oh my bachelorhood, it seems to be ending. I don't think I am allowed to call it my bachelorhood, but I'm not sure what the female version is. Bacheloretthood? I feel like Hugh Hefner converting into Martha Stewart. Well a very busty, and younger version of Hugh. Okay, Hugh is not a good example because I was never that exciting. Martha isn't ideal either because I am not that crafty. So scratch all of that nonsense. I feel like...... some one madly in love who has made the very strange self discovery that even though they hate laundry with a passion they some how enjoy folding their significant other's t-shirts. Maybe I should just stop trying to explain this sensation because it is making me come off as creepy and transgendered. Not really the vibe I am going for.

In other news that is much easier to explain, Nikki arrives tomorrow night! I am very excited to have her here. Her flight arrives rather late so we will probably just head to bed when we get home but the rest of the weekend will be spent hanging out and talking for hours on end about random things in our lives. It's an enjoyable way to spend a couple of days. If you met my sister you would understand just how cool she is. How she is related to a creature like me I do not know. Out of the three sisters Nikki got the looks and the brains. Cora got the maternal nature and the home maker. I took the remainder which seems to be the sarcasm and the goofy charm. I'm not sure those are good things but as long as I keep Joey away from my sister's he won't realize what he is missing out on. :) Shhh.....

Alright off to the cleaning/putting stuff away/trying not to curl up in bed with a book. .. mmmm bed... mmmm... reading.... mmmmm..napping the day away.....