No mas moviéndose!!!!

See! No more junk!

No more junk here:





And no more junk here:





My old apartment is junk free. So happy! Let's go home to celebrate....

Wait, what ABOUT the old junk?

What do you mean where is it now?

Ugh, Follow me....


A box here:





A pile here:




And a whole lotta why'd-I-keep-this here:





You know exactly where I'll be for a while.

And oh yeah, I found this shirt at Wal-Mart today and totally thought of you. :)

IF you can't see, it's only $3. Come on! Why don't they just GIVE it away!!

Moving Moving Moving. And a confession.

I seriously am moving.

This is the last load of crap at my old apartment.

On the counter is the BEST cleaner of all time. It's Grease Lightening. And that visor right next to it was something I ended up with after my day in the sun.





My grandma made the zig-zag blanket for me a few years back. It was as tight as a trampoline when I got it!





Two giant bins of books that I AIN'T LIFTIN!





Ok, I got that kitchen table at Goodwill for like $10. I didn't have anyone to help me, so I tried to stuff it into my car (04 jetta). lol. Didn't work. I then laid it flat on top of my car, wrapped tank top straps around the legs and shut the rest of the tank top in the car doors so they would stay. I drove it home like that and it was as ghetto as it sounds. I got home with no one to help me carry it and used the same tank tops as straps and carried it on my back like a nomad. To the 3rd floor.





And don't you love my mug! Starbucks, I hate to love you.





So, for my confession?

I have no idea what's in most of my boxes. Never moved like this before. Will blog when I am faced with regret.

**Photos courtesy of, you know it, my iPhone! sigh**

Where U Been, Fool!!

I'm sorry! I've been visiting family in Colorado:

My sister....



My dad....



My step-mom....



My brother....



I've been moving.

I've been working.

And I've been recently enjoying time with my new very best friend:



I love her... I really love her.

Wine + Sun = 2 X Drunk

Holy hell.

Did you know that if you lay out by the pool from 1130am-7pm...on an empty stomach...and start drinking wine at 4, you will be muy, muy borracho (? In true, scientific, experimental fashion, I have proved this theory to be accurate. But OMG it was fun!

Apparently all of the people who live in my complex have LOTS of fun at the pool! I did not know this. I went out by myself yesterday and have made about 20 new friends who are just as bored this summer as I am.

This morning I woke up at 830am by a weed wacker outside my window. I also woke up with what felt like a round house kick to the temple.

Other then a hangover...here's what I acquired yesterday....

I tan line:



A floatie:



A coozie:



Left over beer that I don't drink:



A bottle of sunscreen:



And a half eaten pickle in my sink that I have NO clue where it came from:




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Now for a shot of another creepy crawly!!!! :)

I found him dead on the sidewalk:



And this is my friend Jason with our new friend:

What makes me lazy?

I can't really understand why I'm so lazy. I think it's my ADD. I don't like starting something I can't finish...and I need to do like 10 things at once. So starting one thing is BORING.... So I start nothing.

I understand myself now!

Blogging rules.

Because I'm pretty sure these two things have nothing to do with it:











9 LASTS!!

Last dollar spent:
Because, ok!! It holds water and it's so cute!!!


Last beverage:


Does drinking your dinner count as a beverage? And these are amazing! And only 1 carb!


Last phone call: Rob

Last kiss: Alan

Last hug: Alan

Last text msg received: My friend texted me with his wife's number

Last text msg sent: "Pool at rob's at 10 tom...call u at 930" To alan.

Last birthday: Ummmmmm....My friend katie's fiance.