Finally moved in, now to get on with life.

I have finally finished moving into my honey's place. Now "our" place, but that will take some getting used to on both our parts. Ares is testing his boundaries every step of the way. Just when I think he might have kicked using the furniture as a scratching post, he goes and does it on another piece of furniture that hasn't been covered with the sticky pads or no scratch spray. Today he has been in his carrier for a total of three times. From 5 to 7, then again from 8:30 to 9 and 9:30 to 10. He is now sound asleep. Just like with any animal, he'll adjust. If he doesn't then I guess Ares and I will move again. (Like I'd ever get rid of my cat!) :) But I don't think there will be any need to worry. The boys and I will just have to learn a new routine and figure out each others' boundaries. I know for sure that if Ares is in his carrier too much, it will have the adverse effect and instead of behaving he'll act up even more.

My job starts tonight. I was called this morning by my boss saying she needs help setting things up. So for the next two days I'll be setting up a kitchen. There's a good chance I'll be kitchen manager by the end of August. I have a chef's coat and everything. I'm looking forward to the change of pace.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is on our list Saturday. Only we're going to see it at the IMAX up in Detroit. The last scene is in 3-D. Not too much longer and the seventh book comes out! I'm going to try to improve my knitting so that I can get the Harry Potter knit book and make my stepsister a House scarf for Christmas. I think she's a Ravenclaw if I'm not mistaken. Someday I'll tackle Dobby's socks, but that might still be a long way off. Oh, dear...if I start talking about the different stitches in knitting somebody smack me!

I admit it, I'm a pack rat

This is a picture of the paperwork that has been gathering on my desktop, coffee table, end table and pretty much anywhere else with a flat surface. I'm cleaning out my office today getting ready for the move. I have come to the realization that I inherited a bit of the "pack rat syndrome" from my Grandmother. Just looking around the office, I have noticed that I have nine 14 gallon tubs going into storage full of books, six file boxes of files, another four file boxes of knickknacks and keepsakes, three tubs of Christmas decorations...you get the picture.

It is going to be a long day, that is for sure. Now that I've cleaned all this stuff out, I need to go through and decide what few things go with to Scot's, what goes into my storage unit, what goes into the garbage. Right now, I feel like crawling under the desk and pretending it doesn't exist (otherwise known as the "if I ignore it, it will go away" disorder that I inherited from my other grandmother). But that won't get things done either. I'm sure Scot will read this and say, "I told you so, you're a pack rat." Well :P !

Grilling with the honey and family

Today we grilled out over at Scot's dad's place. W has a nice gas grill that has hardly been used, so we are making use of it this summer. We're glad because W has also gotten out of the house more and used it himself. So anyway...today we grilled brats (not the small children, but the German sausage) and corn on the cob.

Altogether a very enjoyable meal. We have now decided that grilling corn on the cob in the husk is the way to go. Ok, so the first time Scot and I tried it...it was a disaster, we didn't know that you had to soak the corn in water first. You know, its that whole steaming thing and such...water is kind of important for that. The dog, Sophie, especially enjoyed chewing on the corn cobs when we were finished. I'm not sure who enjoys the cookouts more, me, Scot, W or Sophie. But today we learned that Sophie has acquired a taste for sauerkraut. I can honestly say I saw a dog eat sauerkraut...bet that's something you didn't think I'd say.

We stuck around a while longer and did some cleaning in the garage, you can almost walk in there now...alas those blasted golf balls are still there...someday, mark my words, someday they will be gone. A non-golfer owning over 2000 golf balls that are over 20 years old is a little, well, weird. But then again, who am I to talk, it wasn't until last year that I finally got around to throwing away all my notes from high school! W has graciously allowed me to store some of my things in his basement. With Scot and I moving in together, we must combine two households into one. What stays, what goes, what goes into storage, we both are facing those questions and I'm facing a lot of cleaning. Yeah...I'm thrilled...can't you tell?