what a difference a week makes
Praise be to Pete the move is over and Burt is healthy as a horse
The first area I tackled was the kitchen.
Day 1:
My obsession with bowls is a little out of hand
Day 2: I finally transferred all of the legumes, grains, flours, and sugars into Mason Jars. My clothes and toiletries had yet to be unpacked, but my grains were organized. This is seriously my favorite part of the whole house. I am a weird duck.
Big fan of our bath tub size sink too:
My fixation has also become the oodles of cords we have collected. I want to get rid of them, but what if they go to something important. How the heck do we have so many damn cords!
After stewing over the plethora of cords, I moved on to unpacking the office:
The living room and bathroom also got some love:
We still have pictures to hang and one room to unpack, but the annoying stuff is behind us. I cannot believe how much I hate moving. Good thing we won’t be doing it for a loooong time.
On a different note: I made the most amazing breakfast this AM. “Oatmeal” minus the oats.
I have seen this recipe on the blog Carrots-N-Cake a lot and I have always wanted to try it, but it always seemed too labor intensive for breakfast. I got a wild hair up my fanny today and decided to give it a whirl. I am thrilled that I did so. This delight was worth all of the blood, sweat and tears and I am going to be full for days. I pretty much followed Tina’s recipe except I used pecans instead of walnuts, unsweetened hemp milk instead of almond milk, and I only used 1T of ground flax. I topped w/ 1.5T of peanut butter. I am obsessed. Turns out I do love eggs for breakfast. Woot!
I am off to walk the pug because he still refuses to go to bathroom in his new backyard
one lonely yard
Happy Saturday!
oh the joys of moving
We are moving in to our new abode on Saturday (aka tomorrow).
While I am so excited to move in, I have turned into a terrible packer. I am 31 years of age and I have been moving almost every year since I was 18, so I should be a pro; however, we have been in this apartment for two years and it would appear my skills are rusty. I hate packing and I feel overwhelmed by it, so instead of packing I am blogging about packing.
In the midst of the packing madness, I left a bag of trash out last might when we went to grab some dinner from Whole Foods. Our trash is usually under lock and key in our trash compactor. This does not seem like a big deal. However, we have a pug that will eat until he explodes and has no discretion about what he is eating. Needless, to say we came home to trash all over the kitchen floor. Again, not a big deal. However, there were oodles of coffee grounds in there and Burt weighs 17 lbs. I knew this was not a an amazing combo. I immediately jumped on the internet to figure out what to do. Several of the posts stated “get off the internet and call your vet!” Fair enough. We currently live across the street from an animal ER. I always thought how convenient it would be if we ever needed to take Burt in. With 48 hours to go, I found out just how convenient it is. Thanks for that, Burt.
Side note: 2 weeks ago Burt turned into a ninja and got on our kitchen counter. This move yielded him a large, raw clove of garlic and 3/4ths of a banana and its peel. We have had Burt for nearly two years and he has never attempted such moves. No idea what crawled up his knickers that day. The next day Burt yakked on the rug twice and denied his breakfast. Burt never turns down a meal. I knew pug pants was not in a good place, so we took a trip to the vet. Turns out garlic is toxic to dogs. After monitoring him for a week, I got a call from the vet on Tuesday (of this week) telling me all his blood work came back perfectly healthy, so we were all good, until I turned into a ding dong and left the trash out. As it stands right now, the vet discovered that he did not eat any coffee grounds, but he did consume a good amount of currants. In America, currants are dried grapes. Grapes can be toxic to dogs, so sir Burt is resting comfortably in the ER for the next 48 hours, so they can flush his kidneys to ensure he does not reap the benefits of toxicity. Somebody’s bed is noticeably vacant today. 
Moving is fun.
