Smooth Move Furguson

i have been called accident prone before, in fact it was a nick name of sorts growing up.

klutz, kinetically unaware, clumsy: at one point or another i have been labeled as such.

usually when a particularly klutzy move is made [i.e.: hips running into door frames and bedposts, tripping over my very own size 5 1/2 feet, or giving my head a healthy knock on  a shelf that has been in the same exact place the last 2 years] a catch phrase commonly used, solely by myself, has been "duh, kelcie"

well, yesterday was an exceptionally clumsy day for me, as have the days before as we've been moving in.

when taylor commented "duh, kelcie" i'm sure i gave him a look, one that said "oh-no-you-didn't-just-use-MY-catch-phrase". his response? "smooth move furguson", to which I immediately retaliated to with a hearty laugh. [if you aren't familiar with the phrase, i pitty you and you should google it]

this whole experience made me think, "what do we sound like to our house mates living above us?" 

i know with a certainty that they can hear just about every noise we make, as we can hear just about every noise they make [slightly muffled of course]. i know we have a weird sense of humor, i know sometimes i'm pretty ridiculous with my language and interesting noises, and i know we laugh a lot...i'm scared to think what other noises they might be judging us based off of..

something to think about

also, there are a lot of bugs here that i don't like. i can handle snakes, and spiders, and scorpions, and basically every bug i've come across in arizona except roaches. but here, i've learned, there are freakin' monstrous, jumping, black, juicy, noisy crickets...and i hate them, no, i loath them, and i'm terrified of them, and the other day i literally almost had a heart attack because one of them jumped at my face and tried to kill me. OK, maybe that isn't entirely true, but taylor did have to go finish my chore because there were like a kagillion [or maybe just 20] of them waiting to ambush me in the little shed outside.

which brings me to my third and final rant of the day:

the street signs in D.C.,

come on, nation's capitol, seriously? my gps is going crazy, i swear every time i go out i miss a turn somewhere, and not for lack of attention, or lack of trying. why can't you label things properly D.C.? if the 95 is the 395, and the 50 is the 66, i need to say left at the fork, but then i have to merge right according to the sign, and don't really turn here because its a one way, and I NEVER HAD THIS PROBLEM IN PHOENIX.

so i guess i have some learning to do. and hopefully i get the hang of it before we're done here, so that at some point i don't have to be detoured 3 times and add an extra 15 minutes onto my drive before reaching my destination.

and now for the pros thus far:

1. I love having less space to clean, its an organizational challenge, but I like it

2. for some reason the west coast news is making the "heat wave in D.C." to be some huge deal, listen up people, its not even hot, it feels great! and aside from the population of mosquitoes, the humidity is not bad at all, in fact my skin is actually enjoying it, and my hairs!

3. the one house mate we've met so far is so extremely sweet and friendly and we're going to be best friends, maybe

4. no carpet to vacuum!

5. everything is super close by

6. we have a couch! that we both fit on together! at the same time! bodies fully extended! woo hoo!

7. its GORGEOUS here! while i love the arizona desert, all this foilage is a welcomed change

8. our neighborhood is stinkin' adorable

9. i have the best handy-man, mechanically inclined, tech savvy, buff, helpful, handsome husband in the world!

i am so grateful that everything has worked out so well so far for us, blessings sure are being sent our way!