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Moving discoveries

My husband and I are in the process of moving, and as such I post from my Droid via WordPress app until we can get internet in our new place… probably late this week or early next week. Lack of internet is unnerving for me, to say the least! But I have discovered I don’t go into convulsions after all… of course internet on my phone helps, but still. Life goes on without high speed internet on my laptop.

I made other discoveries the last few days. For example, a dusty pair of black dress shoes that I realized I’ve worn maybe once in the last 8 years. They did NOT go in the Goodwill pile because I realized that every woman needs one part of butt-ugly dress shoes for stuffy interviews and the occasional funeral. I have NO plans to wear those shoes any time soon, but I figured I better keep them.

I also discovered that friends who are willing to help you move are priceless, and ones you trust with your underwear drawer are even MORE priceless. Forget worrying about your jewelry, guys who see your butterfly designed underwear and DON’T crack a joke are pretty darn cool in my book.

I discovered we found ourselves a new home that fits us. It reminds me of the one I grew up in, and its just enough country to bring out my inner cowgirl. I might just have to get myself a pair of Wrangler jeans sometime this year!

Finally, I discovered once again what a great team my husband and I make. I swear moving has to be in the top 10 causes of divorce! It’s so ridiculously stressful. We have both been on edge here and there. At times I have been so overwhelmed that I just wanted to sit in the middle of piles of boxes and bawl!! But not once have we failed to lean on each other on those stress-filled times, often ending up high-fiving instead of bickering. We rock harder than ever. And that’s pretty darn cool of a discovery.

The party you wait all year for…

Crown ornament
My Crown ornament in 2009.

There are days in the year that you wait all year long to arrive. Birthdays. Christmas. Maybe a certain sporting event. Prom for those in high school. Your wedding anniversary.

Well, crazy as it might sound to most people, I look forward to the tree decorating party I’m attending tonight. I wait all year long for this night, because its crazy-good fun.

The bar in downtown Nashville that I sometimes work at, other times just go to so much that it is my second home here, has a tree decorating party every year. Only the closest regulars are invited to attend. (Similarly, we have a Christmas party, which I also look forward to every year… but the decorating party is simply “off the hook.”) You come, preferably, with the little bottles of liquor you get at the register at a liquor store. Then, when you arrive at the party, you drink your ornament.

Drink your little bottle of liquor. Or perhaps a can of beer. Then, with the decorating items (often provided by fellow-regulars,) you decorate your bottles and cans. Glitter flies. Stockings are hung. Lights are strung up around the stage. The bar turns into a Christmas wonderland fit for Santa after a hard day of work with the elves.

One year, we hung a Bud Light sign over the top of the tree as its “star.” We have ‘Reinbeer” and Patron bottles decorated as angels. It’s all in good fun, and you’re guaranteed to go home with glue and glitter in your hair. If you leave NOT in the Christmas spirit, its your own darn fault. You can’t spend an evening surrounded by friends, hanging Christmas decorations, and not feel that spirit start to grow deep down inside.

I can’t wait. Is it time to go, yet? Bring on the glue gun!