I love my new neighborhood

Today, I walked to work. From my apartment. Not because I didn't have another way to get there, but because I wanted to. The weather is awesome; sunny and cool. I stopped at our neighborhood coffee shop on the way. I ordered a medium Red Eyes blend and a wheat bagel, toasted, with light cream cheese. I gave the barista a dollar tip. She is a petite, thin, older lady. A little grandmotherly and completely endearing. I left some post cards for my company's fundraiser next week on the community table while I waited and wished it was Saturday so I could plop down in one of those comfy red sofa chairs in the back with my morning fare. The other clientele, oddly, seemed to all be men in their late 30's. The two that ordered before I did wanted lattes. The one behind got a large coffee. The barista knew his order before he spoke.

The Count

3: Number of days until we move!

8: Number of keys to our new apartment.

2: Number of times Lula has pooped on the floor in the past week.

2: Number of times Lula has puked in the past week.

200: Unofficial estimated number of boxes in our apartment.

good lord

So I head into my flickr contacts page only to see about half of them are all pictures of babies. What the crap?

Babies are frickin everywhere.

Hola Amigos

I'm back. I'm trying to detox after spending three days consuming my body weight in pina coladas and guacamole. I've also had a stomachache since I've returned, which I'm not sure is a result of said guac and colada consumption or just the standard I've-been-in-Mexico predicament. At any rate, kickball last night was interesting. But I made it through the game fine. And we won!

The wedding was nice, laidback, and my cousin was so purty. I've got some pics up on flickr and will be adding some more soon. Take a good look cause I'm announcing my retirement from bridesmaiding...again. This time for real. Seriously.