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Hi! Happy Friday! This Friday Favorites is brought to you by the fact that I still have not hung a single thing on our walls. Like, not one. Actually, no, last week I hung out our paper towel holder because paper towel on the counter makes me crazy. But since then, not a single thing. Why, guys? Why is this so hard?! Could it be because we’ve lived in four houses in the past year? (*laugh crying*) I think I have anxiety about not liking where I hang things, which is sensible since you obviously can’t move something after it’s hung up.

*facepalm*

This post was actually meant to go up a week ago, and I’m writing this in advance, but I bet even though five days have passed, I still have not hung anything.

Mayyyyybe something will happen this weekend. If not, next week is the week, guys! I solemnly swear I will hang up one thing. Anyways. Here are some things that inspire me, or some things that eventually I can picture having in the house!

(P.S. I swear I’ll get back to beef posts eventually, but right now I’m enjoying things being light around here, those beef posts can take a long time to research and put together!)

Favorite Curtain Idea: Basketweave curtains. We have a *lot* of windows in this house, and while I don’t think they all need curtains since they all have really nice wood plantation blinds, there’s a lot of unalleviated brown and so I’d like to break it up a bit with something, and I don’t have enough curtains to go around. I like the idea of making something like this that look like curtains but aren’t! While silk (dupioni is my favorite fabric of all time) would be the most perfect, it’s silk. I have two children. I live in a ranch house. Wildly impractical, and I think I’d go crazy! I think a heavy jersey would be beautiful (and then I don’t have to sew it, haha), so maybe I’ll start slowly accumulating enough!

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Favorite “Big Art” Idea: Engineering Prints + Bulldog Clips. We have engineering prints to go above our bed, but four moves later they’re looking a little rough, and I love how these ones look! I love the idea of being able to change out the picture every few months until we decide on something permanent. Major bummer, though–I submitted my order on OfficeDepot.com yesterday for two large prints, and they just called and said they won’t do them because “engineering prints are not suitable for pictures.” Ugh. So, Staples it is, hopefully. I’ve never had trouble ordering them before! The blog poster used Kinko’s, but you have to pick it up in the store and the closest store is 3 hours away. #ruralprobs. Who wants to pick up one of these and mail it to me?
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Favorite Yes-It’s-Mass-Produced-But-I-Don’t-Care: Hobby Lobby Steer Pictures. I have my eye on some really beautiful cow photographs/art that I want to save up for, but I have a major weakness for cow pictures and we don’t have any! I found these while I was looking for a knob for Wacey’s dresser during a sale, and they were both 50% off! Wacey came in while I was looking and asked if the longhorn one could go in his room, so I added it to the cart! It’ll get hung up by the time you go to Kindergarten, I promise.
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Favorite Fluffy: Tufted Ottoman. We need an ottoman. I like this ottoman.
tufted ottomanFavorite Cozy: Pendleton Blanket. For years, I have wanted a Pendleton blanket to go on our bed. I still don’t 100% know which one I want, but this one is in the running! I’d like something that will go with my ideal room color (Revere Pewter duh) and the color we’re stuck with for the foreseeable future (tan–we aren’t allowed to paint this house. Please do not get me started. To be fair, it’s an okay tan. But it’s still tan. For the record, we do not need any more brown in the state of New Mexico).  Our bed is black, our bedding is white (our walls are tan….) and this blanket would look spiffy on the foot of our bed! Also in the running: this black and white one, and this less neutral one.
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Favorite DIY: Ladder hanging rack. One intentional reason I don’t go to hanging things right away is that I want to see what we need, how the house functions, and how we live in it. One thing that I absolutely need is a hanging rack in the laundry area. When you walk in from the porch (the door we use the most), to the left is a hallway to the mudroom/pantry, and the washer and dryer are right there, too. I want to find a short wooden ladder, and put it on hinges so I can fold it down when I’m doing wash, and fold it back up so it’s not constantly in the way in such a small space. I’d hang it overhead like this, but we have high ceilings and I’m 5’3″ and pretty much everyone we know is…not. It would be like Gandalf in Bilbo’s house. Anyways, I’m going to check at my favorite junk store in town whenever we’re there next to see if there’s a ladder calling my name. I’m painting it pink, ps.
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Favorite (ish) Paint Color: Blue Gray Mint something. I have two chairs from Ikea in the dining room where the boys’ boosters are. They are both unstained pine. They are both disgusting since we’ve had them for years and the boys eat things like blackberries. I need to paint them. I have paint indecision. I have narrowed it down to two colors: this one, and a navy. I like this one better, but I already have navy. We shall see.
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Here it is! Follow me on Instagram to stay updated, aka I’m using Insta to hold myself accountable. I’m really getting the itch to get things done, so maybe my frustration at bare (tan) walls will finally boil over and I’ll get going? Pray for me.

Happy Friday, I hope you have so much fun stuff planned–for the second weekend in a row, we do! Who are we?!

 

 

 

 

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Lists Are My Jam. Like Space Jam, But Hipper.

Happy Monday! And happy late Cinco de Mayo! And Derby Day! We spent our weekend caking cows, eating pico de gallo, and getting ready for another crazy week–someday we’ll have fun social things to share here, but this weekend was more about getting ahead for this week, which in real life is sometimes necessary! I’m going to do another list, because that’s the easiest way to keep organized these days.

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  1. Bert’s finished branding calves here! I love branding season, y’all know that, but it’s been weeks of really early mornings and frantic days, so it feels satisfying to close the books on this season. We have a good friend who is branding across the way this coming week, and then we’ll be pretty close to being done! I’m fixing lunch for the crews next week (lasagna + breadsticks and enchiladas), and I’m excited about making (okay, mostly eating) dessert #priorities.
  2. The press release for the US Farmers and Ranchers Alliance Council of Sustainability Officers was released, and like I’ve said all over everywhere, I’m so excited, so grateful, and geeking out every five minutes because gosh, sustainability and telling the story of ag is my jam. I promise I’ll stop mentioning it every day eventually.
  3. I ordered these shoes on Saturday and I’m so excited. I need a pair of sneaks to just wear around that aren’t straight-up running shoes but allow for running, you know what I mean? Just file under #momoftoddlers. I’ve had my eye on a pair of New Balances (my old ones mysteriously disappeared a couple of moves ago apparently?) and these are less than $40. Come on. I want all of them. Also pink. Also I may have ordered gray ones too.
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  4. Sneaks-related: I started week 3 of my first round of BBG this morning and omg jump squats and burpees have arrived and I’ve never felt so earthbound in my life. How do kids jump around all the time? Did I do that? Why did I stop? Kids: never stop jumping. One day, you’ll be trying to exercise when you’re 29 and you will thank me. Actually, you won’t be trying to exercise, you will be exercising, because your body never forgot how to jump. What can I say except you’re welcome?
  5. I’m hooked on Louise Penny Inspector Gamache books. The best part? The library has almost all of them on Kindle so that I don’t even have to drive 25 miles to get the newest one! I’m picturing sitting on the porch this summer with something delicious and the aforementioned pico, reading away. I love a good whodunit a la Dame Christie and ole Sherlock, and these books being set in French-speaking Canada make me feel like I’m using the French I studied so hard to become fluent in and use precisely once a year when we lose the English directions to something.
  6. Speaking of porches: we’re getting a new one! Actually, we’re getting a whole new house! That’s right, folks: the Johnstons are moving again. Yep. I could write a whole post about it, and maybe I will, but suffice it to say that three times in less than a year is basically three too many, and I hope this is the last time for a long, long while. We’re staying in the area, but going to a different ranch. I won’t lie though: I’m way excited about the new house. It’s got a lot more windows and a lot more living space, two things I love in a house that we don’t have in our current one.
  7. Speaking of speaking of porches, I stumbled across this recipe via Grace’s blog, and tell me it doesn’t look amazing! Perfect porch-sitting-with-friends drink. Now I just need chairs for the porch.
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  8. Mother’s Day is on Sunday. I have nothing planned, because we’ll be in a car on our way to Denver. I’m thinking we’ll make a stop to scoop up some fresh flowers on the way for our mamas, at the very least! This year is the year of late gifts, apparently.
  9. Can I complain for a minute? K thanks. We’re going full stream of consciousness here. Why are boys’ shorts so long? I mean, I don’t want my children to wear booty shorts, but I would like their shorts to be not Spanky pants. (Spanky from the movie version, ps.)
  10. Over the weekend, we watched The Shape of Water. I can’t explain why, but I actually liked it. I mean, it was weird. But I loved how well done it was! Bert fell asleep about halfway through but I was riveted. It’s definitely not family-friendly, though, what with some nudity and an unsuccessful finger reattachment surgery and some pretty intense violence and the fact that the protagonist falls in love with a humanoid amphibian. Juuuuust so you know.
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Ode to My Dishwasher

 

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Dishwasher, we haven’t known each other long
But my love for you runs deep and strong
For awhile, you weren’t here, and I was blue.
But now, every night, it’s just me and you.

You wash, you soak, you scrub, you dry.
I don’t lift a finger or bat an eye.
No more nasty hands for this gal, sis,
You take care of every dish.

My glasses sparkle, my plates shine;
I no longer deny that the bowls are mine.
No more gritty forks or knives,
No more soggy food that gives me hives.

I’m not the toughest, but I’m tougher than some
But darn it if I don’t hate washing every one
Of those dishes that stack up in my sink
It’s enough to push me to the brink.

So dishwasher, though you’ve been here but a day
I hope you’ll never, ever go away
You’re saving me from a dreaded chore
And making my evening not a bore

I now have time to relax and unwind
While you do your thing, I hope you don’t mind.
I assume you don’t, since you don’t haw or hem.
Sweet dishwasher, you really are such a gem.

My dishwasher arrived a few days ago and I am deliriously, inappropriately, over-the-moon happy about it. I don’t mind telling you that washing dishes takes years off my life and makes me want to die and turns my already-gross hands into an even grosser swamp creature and also makes me kind of mean because you should see the dishes we seem to generate and also tiny toddler and baby things suck to wash.

Everyone’s got their favorite appliances. I love me some goooood dishwashing…that I don’t have to do. I told Bert last night that there are not many kitchen appliances I would sub in for my dishwasher, save the oven, refrigerator, and running water. I would gladly mix things by hand, toast things over an open flame, make rice in a pot, slow-cook things in an oven, and use a griddle pan for everything else than not have a dishwasher forever.

And if you are one of those people that “enjoys washing dishes,” mazel tov, truly! It takes all kinds of kind, although your kind of kind is bizarre to me but I think we can still be friends provided you don’t also enjoy de-clogging shower drains and scrubbing kitchen cabinets because then I might be worried you’re actually a Westworld droid. Actually, if you love those things a lot, or are a (non-homicidal) Westworld droid, come on over and do mine?

(Yes, I recognize I was without a dishwasher for like, 2.5 months. That was 2.4 months too long #noshame.)

(Also, did you know it’s hard to take a pretty picture of a dishwasher in a not-so-pretty corner of the kitchen? It is.)

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Taking a Break

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Hey y’all! I just wanted to jump on and say I’ll be taking a break for a few weeks since we’ve got so much going on between the sale of the ranch, moving to the new house, and traveling for Thanksgiving.

And decorating the new house for Christmas immediately upon our return, of course. Oh! And my birthday. Big three weeks! Real excited.

I’ll be back the Monday after Thanksgiving! As always, you can also follow our shenanigans over on the ole Insta.

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Happy Friday! Guess what? We’re moving. Yes, we just did that. Yes, we’re doing it again. Why not, right?

Don’t answer that. There are a lot of reasons.

The ranch Bert is currently working for has been sold, and he received a great offer from another ranch in the area, so….we’re moving again! Yes! For the second time in three months we will be packing everything up, and moving it. Yay! (<< sort of manufactured enthusiasm, sort of not).

The new ranch is 20 miles down the road, and has been in the same family since 1917, so it’s unlikely *crosses fingers* that they’ll sell it. Ha. (<<not manufactured sarcasm). It feels good.

So. We will have a new new house. However, guys, the new new house is cool. It’s old, like real old, and needs some work, but oh, the bones of it are so good. And, the closet space is unreal for such an old house. And there’s trees, a tire swing, and a gas range. And funny quirks, like a weird pantry, and the laundry room is in one of the bedrooms. But I sort of enjoy funny quirks because it gives it character.

Anyways.

I’ll cut right to the chase: new house, new Pinterest board, new five-gallon bucket of Revere Pewter. Onwards.

Favorite Chalkboard: Weathered Framed Board. The current porch is a screened-in affair that the owners are enclosing and updating (*cross fingers* *knock on wood* *Hail Marys*) before we move in. The idea is that it will end up being a big ole functional mudroom (please, Lord). If that’s the case (again, please Lord), I would love to have a big chalkboard in there to write verses, song lyrics, uplifting snippets, menus for gatherings, etc. It’s going to be a pretty mudroom.

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Favorite I Wonder If This Actually Works: Cabinet Door Transformation. The part of this house that needs updated the most obviously is the kitchen. The cabinets are oldie-but-sort-of-goodie plywood (yes) that are stained classic 1950s orangey wood. So. Unless the ranch has big plans to redo all of the kitchen cabinets, this little project might be on my (eventual) to-do list. Or they might grow on me and we’ll just pretend we’re super ranchy circa 1951.

cabinetsFavorite Bulletin Board Revival: Burlap and Frame. In the kitchen there is a place for a desk or buffet table or something. I’d like to put a something there with a pretty bulletin board like this over it with all of our calendars and things. We already have a pretty bulletin board, but it needs a refresher, and I love the frame on this one. I might try to see if there’s a way I could do it with crown molding and our current board. I also love the idea of having a little banner of photographs!

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Favorite Well-We’re-Moving-So-May-As-Well-Get-It-Done: Faded Jeans Chalk Paint. Wacey’s bed needs a refresher, so I’m painting it blue. Bam! Instant refresher. When I go to my high school reunion in a month, and someone asks me what I do, I’m going to tell them I’m a painter because apparently I paint. So, I’m a painter who paints.

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Favorite Welcome Mat: Hey Good Lookin’. We will finally have one door that everyone will use, so a doormat is a must. This is one of my favorite songs, I remember my parents playing it when I was growing up and it has such a special place in my heart. Plus, what a nice thing to say, right? “Welcome to our house, you good-lookin’ human you.” It’s a little sassy, a little uplifting, but also functional. Add in “on time” and you’ve got all the things I strive to be.
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Favorite Bathroom Lights: Farmhouse Lights. I’ve wanted these in the last three houses we’ve lived in and never pulled the trigger. In the master bedroom of this house, the bed is right across from the sink (bath and toilet are in their own little room), and so I’ll have to look at the lights all the time. Eventually, I want to put these in. Very eventually, since no one wants to be the ranch gal that moves in and does allthethings. I mean, I actually do want to be that gal, but that gal is overbearing and high-maintenance, and I don’t want to be that gal, so we’ll all be confused and I’ll wait on the light.
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Favorite Why Haven’t I Done This Yet: Gold Dipped Barstools. We have two barstools that have been with us since Montana. They’re the sort of cheapie ones, but they’re sturdy, and they were free, so I’d like to give them a little fresher-upper with some paint. I already have quite a few cans of spray paint laying around, so I’m not sure why I haven’t done this yet!
painted bar stoolFavorite I Think I Already Talked About This But *Heart Eyes*: Pipe Wood Rack. I love this. Love it! It’s a great way to store a lot of wood in not a lot of space. This house has our first-ever fireplace (and by that I mean Christmas Stocking Displayer) instead of a woodstove, so it’s for funsies only, and I think this sort of rack would be perfect to have out on the porch without taking up tons of room. Also: not sad about not needing to cut and split and stack a thousand million pounds of wood this winter.
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Favorite HA THIS WILL NEVER BE IN MY BUDGET BUT GOSH IT’S PRETTY: Fancy A** Barstool. I just like these. Kacey Musgraves has them in her house. I like the butt cheek contouring.
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So. There it is. Yet another Friday Favorites full of things for a new house that will hopefully (so many prayers, Lord) come to fruition. I know you’re probably sick of these but you know, I can’t believe we’re moving again. I’m not sad, really, but this is my way of hyping myself up and distracting myself from the fact that we have to move again because moving is so much work. So much. But. Doormat. Chalkboard. (Hopefully) awesome mudroom. Gas range. Full-size fridge. Actual closets. A closet big enough to be a closet and an office. Character. Awesome ranchiness. And, I believe there’s a full-size cutout of John Wayne in Wacey’s closet that comes with the house so: all future guests, beware.

(If you’re related to me, specifically to the Millers, you’ll understand that John Wayne will function as Captain Kirk. And you’ll understand I’ve been dreaming of that exact day for years.)

 

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We’re here! We made it. We rolled in about five o’clock last Wednesday, and the boys did great except for the last 40 miles or so. I don’t blame them, though, it was a long old drive!

Quick summary of our first week in New Mexico:
1. I hate, hate, hate, hate, double-hate, loathe entirely (name the movie) unpacking. Like, SO MUCH. Thankfully, as of today, we’re about 75% there, the remaining 25% being everything that has to wait until I get paint on the walls.
2. Speaking of paint, I went Benjamin Moore Gray Owl for the living areas and the boys’ bathroom, BM’s Revere Pewter for the bedrooms, and BM’s Whale Gray for the master bath and laundry room, plus bright white for all the trim. I am so excited to see the house with a fresh coat of paint, but ugh so not excited about painting it. Still, once I get the gray up and the curtains hung…you watch out, I may not get up from the sofa for a week.
3. It’s gorgeous. Like, so pretty. Mountains, canyons, trees, cactus–it’s so cool! Roll on over to my Insta to see some shots of the new place.
4. All of a sudden, Wacey is talking! Like, actual, intelligible words, and more than one at once. We’re so excited because although he’s not late or anything, it feels like a long time coming and it’s so nice to be able to understand what he needs or is telling us about.
5. Buster’s been sick (stomach bug? Ear infection?) and after almost a week of 10+ dirty diapers every day and multiple daily poopsplosions, I decided to take him to the doctor and we’re going to town (aka 50 miles) to get some antibiotics (okay and yes, Starbucks) tomorrow. They’re not sure what it is, but I’m down with throwing everything we can at it because he’s miserable and not sleeping, we’re miserable and not sleeping, and the jig has really gotta be up. On top of it all, Bert’s been having to get up at 4am to ship calves, and will be gone for two nights starting tonight, so that whole thing about being in the trenches? Heeeeeey. I started Buster on rice cereal and bananas tonight, though, so here’s hoping it was worth it to break the rules and give Bub fruit before veggies. He LOVED it, ps. Tomorrow we’ll start both antibiotics and probiotics, and pray to all the gastrointestinal gods that something starts working. Also, I was a major Bert’s Bees diaper rash cream girl, but I don’t love the new formula, and Desitin Rapid Relief came in STRONG for us this time, so I might be converted.
6. The crew and Bert’s boss and his family and the big boss that I met are great. And, the guys played with Wacey and held Buster and even laughed at a couple of my jokes and it felt so nice to know that even though we’re not with our old crew (I still think of it as our home crew, gotta quit that), there will still be a good crew around. Here, the “crew” only comes in for big works like shipping and branding, but I’m glad to know it’s something to look forward to and that the boys are welcome.
7. Central air is *praise hands* especially when schlepping boxes and trash in and out in the heat (and humidity? What?) of the afternoon.
8. We’ve been watching way too much TV and doing way too little being outside, so it feels good that the house is unpacked enough to where we can get back into our old routine a little bit.
9. The UPS guy probably already hates me, because I’ve been Amazon Priming the s**t out of everything because #newhouse and we’re reeeeaaallll rural, y’all. Not real, real rural, but rural enough that going to town takes an hour and sometimes ain’t nobody got time for that. I also ordered a new devotional since finishing my old one and I am so excited for it to arrive, so yay mail.
10. New Mexico dust takes no prisoners–everything we own is covered in a fine layer and it turns to mud as soon as you get it wet. Hazards of moving with a stock trailer, I guess.
11. I made the difficult decision to save GoT so I could binge-watch it and listen to the accompanying Nerdette podcasts while painting. I can’t wait. If you tell me any spoilers, I’ll Mother of Dragons you faster than you can say Samwell Tarly.
12. September’s coming, and it’s gonna be good. I can feel it. Or maybe I’m willing it extra hard with my heart. August was hard guys. Like much harder than anticipated, and I generally hate on August pretty hard. But one of my mantras for 2017 is “I can do hard things” and I can, but I’m ready for some progress instead of just survival. However, all of this seems so small compared to…
13. Hurricane Harvey–Harvey, you’re a real ass. Man, my heart is broken for these folks, the same way it’s broken for victims of any natural disaster, but gosh watching these things unfold from the relatively new place of being a mother brings a whole new dimension to the sorrow I feel. Mother Nature doesn’t play games, and it’s awful to watch the devastation from afar and feel so strongly for everyone and also feel helpless. If you’re needing a good list of organizations to donate to, this gal made a handy little roundup, and I’ve heard there are also places where you can find lists of needed items and put ole AP (Amazon Prime) to work. Enormous shout out to the cowboys and farmers keeping their animals safe, and so many prayers for everyone affected. Let’s all help out!
14. Kilt me a rattler on my first day here. NBD. I’ll save you a picture but trust me, that sucker was real dead. And yes, I took a picture.
15. New Mexico maintains its roads like a boss. So lovely and refreshing after coming from the King of the Washboards himself, ole Colorado.
16. I really, really love having a washer and dryer. And I really, really love my Sleep Number mattress (55 holllllaaaa). Git you one. And I really, really, really love being altogether.
17. I don’t like ending things on even numbers.

And now? Bed. Because it’s past 9pm.

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Packing is Hard.

Like actually hard. My hiney is sore from umpteen trips up and down the root cellar steps.

Y’all, my brain is full. You know how it is, when you’re laying awake at three in the morning thinking about everything you need to get done? That’s how it feels alll the time right now. Not bad, just full of to-do lists and calendars and prayers and should-we’s and the like.

We’re knee-deep in the packing over here, and truly, I’m already heartily sick of it and we’re not even close to being done. We have, however, loaded up the dumpster twice, sent a load to Goodwill, set aside yet more for Goodwill, and emptied and consolidated what feels like a thousand totes, so we’re actually doing pretty great, right? #motivationalspeakerintraining.

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Fun fact: when you ranch, you’re probably moving with a stock trailer because #freetrailer and #uhaulisexpensive, so you invest in many of these because weather.

Things That Suck About Packing:
1. Everything.
2. Having to sort through every single thing you own and either pack, donate, or throw away.
2b. Being embarrassed by the sheer amount of junk and waste. It’s so depressing, and I am putting a major curb on our junk accumulation because never again. We consume too much. TOO MUCH. To be fair, a lot of it was stuff from college or from our parents’ houses that hasn’t seen the light of day in years, but still. Why did we keep it? Why did it come to this house with us? Like, why do I hold on to any of my heels? We live on a ranch for Pete’s sake, and I don’t even like heels when we’re not on a ranch. Ugh. I’m not a minimalist, but curating our belongings is the name of the game from now on.  PS I wear a size 9 so if you want free shoes…
2c. Having to sort and pack at the same time is horrendous, I will be sorting/purging/donating on a regular basis from now on.
3. Hauling everything everywhere. To the truck, to the dumpster, to the trailer, to the Goodwill. In July.
4. Trying to be sort of quiet about it because the boys are sleeping and nothing wakes a sleeping baby faster than packing tape, but also wanting to get a hustle on.
5. Sweating. See #3
6. Maybe hantavirus, because ranch root cellars=mouse town. Soooo much handsoap and wash happening around here. Also bleach. Need some more.
7. The pre-organization explosion. It’s like living in a Forever 21–so many things everywhere, constant sensory overload, and being so overwhelmed that you don’t even know where to start. But, finding some really cute things in the mess.

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But, even thought I hate packing, and all of the junk with moving to a new state (the healthcare marketplace UGH, changing cell and internet carriers, changing insurance agents, etc.) can be exhausting and annoying, don’t you just love a fresh start? I do. Bert doesn’t crave fresh starts the way I do, but I think he’s really looking forward to this one, too. We’ve learned so many things out of this hard season–and I’m sure we’ll continue to learn more–and so we’re trying to be super intentional with our packing and our donating/trashing so that when we get there, we aren’t weighed down by college notebooks and fourteen pairs of pajama pants.

There’s also the element of trying not to be a) super emotional and b) super overwhelmed. There’s something strange about bare walls and putting your whole life into boxes, and something overwhelming about seeing all the boxes and thinking about loading them into trailers and then unpacking them into an entirely new place.

We’re running on prayers and caffeine, tape and tag pens, but we’ll make it through!