More about me

I haven't said much in the last few months, so here's an update, all about me, me and ME! Oh my gosh! You have been waiting on pins and needles for this, I know.

TC and I got home about two weeks ago from an awesome trip, but the deets about that will have to wait until later. For now, you get to hear about me. Just me. And maybe some other things, all of which interest, well, ME!

ME!

So here's the thing: I'm pretty pumped about things right now. Things are awesome. TC is the best husband ever. (This is not an overstatement in the least. He is literally, THE best husband ever. I've studied the matter and after looking at every husband that ever was, is and will be I determined that mine, indeed, is the best. Don't feel bad though. I'm sure your husband is adequate, maybe even pretty great. We can't all be the best like TC.) 

TC, the Huz, the best husband ever (not an exaggeration).

So you're probably wondering how it is that he's the best. Let me tell you. He is funny. Frigging funny. He makes me nearly wet my pants from laughing every day. EVERY DAY people. I almost have an episode of urinary incontinence every day! 

A recent funny/wisdom from TC: 

He who eats crackers in bed wakes up feeling crummy. 

When you are done marveling at his cleverness and humor, continue reading.

Here's another fun fact about the man: he's super-human smart. Sometimes being around someone that smart can make me feel dumb, but I choose to overlook my own shortcomings in this area and pretty much every other area. It helps me keep my sanity. Avoidance is the answer people.

TC dreams big. I do not. I think within the realm of probability, and TC thinks in the realm of possibility. It makes a big difference. So when we started looking for a house, I felt that we just needed to buy in a location relatively close to the Huz's place of employment (to make it easier for him to have money to pay for the relatively close house and all my shoes), and it needed to be relatively nice. TC wanted more. And now we were in the throes of designing a home (more on this in a sec). His big thinking is what makes him good at his job as a scientist in R&D, but also makes him good at his job as a husband.

Well, for a post about me, this is a heck of a lot of writing about TC. Back to me.

Thinking about, what else, ME!

Right before we left on our soon-to-be-detailed trip I sewed up a quick shirt (took maybe 3 hours total with cutting and sewing) and it turned out. In fact, it's kind of nice. So my mojo has a return ticket to destination ME. On our awesome trip I bought some awesome fabric. It's amazing what fabric and a successful sewing project can do to inspire a person, namely me.

Our house plans take up a lot of my time right now. Researching different possibilities, options, etc. is fun and yet frustrating. What I want to know is why, when I have no idea of price, I automatically choose one of the most expensive toilets in the entire showroom? It's just a toilet people, and yet I am attracted to the one that will remove the most shoe-buying potential from my wallet. Gah! I must have a rip-off tractor beam. Seriously. TC was right to say that we should name our house the Costington. If I'm the one choosing fixtures, it likely will be.

Not actual architectural renderings of our house,

but found here and is actually pretty darn close.

What you might want to know is have we broken ground yet? Nope. Not even close. Close-ER than we were a month ago, or even a week ago, but still a ways out. Little by little we are inching closer to finalized plans, and our projected move in date looks more like 1st or 2nd quarter 2013. The only problem I see with this new, extended timeline is continuing to stash my shoes in every corner of our apartment. I'm ready to have a proper closet home for them rather than having to pull two or three boxes from under the bed before getting to the pair I want to wear. So either I have too many shoes (yeah right), or my closet is too small. I'm going with small closet because I'm also looking forward to being able to pull out one skirt without three other skirts coming with it. Other than my closet/first world problems, waiting is not too bad. It seems that everything I want takes a while to arrive, and I'm okay with it. I'm still young. Aren't I? 

I'm not?

I'm still kind of young, right?

Not really?

Crud.

I am American right? From the United States of America? Well, that's something.

That's all for now.

love, Gordi