at some point this weekend, watching 80s sit com intros on you tube seemed like a great idea. in addition to revealing to brian what a horrifying number of songs i knew (”show me that smile again…oh, show me that smile…”), this has also led to me having a lot of songs in my head lately. this morning i caught myself mouth trumpeting* the theme song to alf.

among others, mr. rogers and fraggle rock were some of my favorites.

*um, mouth trumpet has its own wikipedia entry? and our annual christmas mouth trumpet competition isn’t mentioned? what the heck. i’m flagging that sad excuse for an informative wikipedia entry.

reading:

Marathon: The Ultimate Training Guide

The Non-Runner’s Marathon Trainer

still planning to run the chicago marathon this fall, but am also ready and willing to quit at the drop of a hat.

using:

kitchenaid 7 cup food processor - hummus and pesto and chimichurri, oh my.

bath and body works lip gloss?!
middle school may have been the last time i set foot in B&BW - much to my surprise, i may have found my favorite lip gloss ever on my recent rediscovery trip there.

planning:
the move. moving is always such a pain, and to make it more difficult, i’m traveling to seattle (yay!) for work the weekend before the movers are coming. we’ve found a place to live (pics here) and brian got a job yesterday so things are falling into place, but its still a pain. my list of things/people to notify about the move/new address is sitting at about 50 right now. yuck.

eating:
neely’s bbq - how we’ve lived in nashville 10 years and never been there before last night is beyond me. its very tasty.

all things nashville - now that the move is just a month out, we’re making sure to hit all our nashville favorites one last time. included on the list: rotier’s, calypso cafe, caesar’s, bellacino’s, hot kabobs, maniac’s, baja burrito, past perfect, international market, ichiban, family wash, boscos. wow, i didn’t realize how long this list was. shoot. i need to go eat.

google maps caught us inspecting the outside of our house. kind of creepy, as we didn’t even notice the car with a large pole an camera strapped onto it driving down our dead end street.

so, we’re moving to chicago. it had been a little hush-hush until we told people that needed to be told (clients, employers, landlord, etc.) but now we’re in the clear.

it wasn’t in our plan for the year, for sure. we talked about moving next year, maybe. however, you never really know what circumstances you’ll find yourself in, and if there’s one thing i’ve learned over the past few years, its that planning is - for all practical purposes - pretty much a waste of time. if things seem to be going according to plan - uh, get ready, because you’re likely in for it soon enough.

anyway, i got a job. working here. i’ve been working for them from nashville in some capacity since march. its pretty much fantastic, and i’m sure i’ll like it even more in chicago. i can even link there from my asinine blog without fear of being fired. seriously. check flickr, you will see.

leaving nashville is likely going to be tough, as we’ve both been here for about 10 years - essentially our entire adult lives. sometimes i see someone in the store that i think i recognize, and i briefly think i went to high school with them before i remember that i’m not actually from here. (i know, with my southern accent and all…) i’ve gotten the point where i seriously could not get lost in nashville if i tried; i know this city inside and out. and i finally reached the point where i get offended when people talk trash about the city. what can i say? it grew on me.

so all that to say, been slow on the blog lately because we’ve kind of been consumed with moving stuff, but i couldn’t really say much about it until now. hopefully more frequent updates to follow.

we really do love it here - leaving doesn’t make much sense, but its just one of those things that you know you’re supposed to do, even though it might not be the easiest thing, or seem logical…jerry says it best:

George: I had ‘em, Jerry. They loved me.
Jerry: And then?
George: I lost them. I can usually come up with one good comment during a meeting but by the end it’s buried under a pile of gaffs and bad puns.
Jerry: Showmanship, George. When you hit that high note, you say goodnight and walk off.
George: I can’t just leave.
Jerry: That’s the way they do it in Vegas.
George: You never played Vegas.
Jerry: I hear things.