Hello my lovely blogging friends.
It's moving week!!
I might be a little MIA this week. Of course I have said that in the past and then I ended up blogging everyday so ya never know!
However I have been and will continue to be and packing, packing, packing.
Oh and looking at lots and lots of home decorating blogs.
I know my blog friends are practically SHOUTING at me through their computer screens to not worry about the decorating part until I get into the home, but I don't function like that.
That would be considered normal. I am everything BUT normal.
In fact today I sat in my office almost in tears when I realized that I had no room in the home for a baby.
I'm not pregnant, and don't intend on becoming pregnant anytime soon but it still worried me.
You see, when Luke and I got married he came with baggage.
And this baggage was in the form of music-ness. He has musical instruments, amps, a giant computer that houses his music "stuff", and have I mentioned that he has talked about padding the walls in his music room in our new home for better sound when recording his music.
The man has baggage.
It's funny to me because Luke's musical talent is one of the first things that attracted me to him.
The boy could sing, play a guitar and had some crazy-wild hair going on, I was sold from the moment he cut his hair.
I had no idea that my love for that guitar would come back in bite me in later years.
When I was young and in love I never pictured my future home with instruments strewn across the room with foam padding on the wall.
But I do recognize the fact that it's those same instruments that bring in the bacon, so I've learned to respect the instruments.
Just not the padded walls. That is a gigantic N.O.
So thats what I'm up to this week. Oh and posing for pictures on top of our piles of boxes. There is another mountain in the living room. This is just the one in our computer room.
The discussion about me being a hoarder will be saved for another day.
Luke said this picture proves I am a giant nerd.
Then I reminded him that he wanted to pad our walls.
End of argument.
P.S. the mountain of boxes is a lot worse than it looks.