Graves at Arlington. Kind of surreal...
Natalie, suburban, and Dubya's temporary housing... Unless he figures out a way to get another presidential term.
Lumpy, a white suburban, and Dubya's temporary housing.
Lumpy and Natalie. Nat is from Lille, France. We were scavenger hunt partners. A man, who I swear was either drunk, or high on life, took this photo.
Uzo and Lumpy. Uzo is originally from Nigeria. She's hilarious!
Self Explanatory
View of a memorial to women at Arlington National Cemetery
Boot camp ended Friday.
Everyone was glad when we all gathered for drinks at Guapos that afternoon.
Hot, sweaty, and tired we were… some from scouring the city looking for our scavenger hunt clues… and others just plumb worn out from carrying Vicky's and shoe store bags.
Folks say "pimpin' ain't easy," but hey, neither is shopping! Carrying all those bags will have you "on swoll" as we say in the hood… which essentially means you're super-buff.
I'm determined to keep this journey chronicled with photos included so that my family and maybe two others will actually read it. They're posted above. I'm still trying to figure out a way to get this program to do my will instead of what it tells itself to do.
Shopping and Organizing
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm tired of shopping.
Money can be flighty if you don't tell it the proper things to do. Sometimes the things you tell money to do for you are necessary… sometimes those things you want money to do will keep you from looking and feeling like a disorganized mess. Sometimes those things you tell money to do will hopefully keep visitors from thinking (then knowing) you're a first class pig because you're not just feeling like a disorganized mess… you ARE one.
So you are stuck. Either you hide all your things in a junk drawer, or you hit the dollar store for storage solutions because too much shopping at the Container Store will break your bank. Or, you look at Ross, because you think the storage at the dollar store is cheesy and loud and doesn't match your bathroom color scheme… and you (I'm so talking about myself right now) find some really cute baskets at Ross that are on clearance! Who cares if they have fire trucks embroidered on the little cloth liners… Face that liner to the wall, out of sight, and organize those toiletries!
I wish I could say "The Basement" is complete. (That's what I affectionately call my current dwelling-place. It's a basement, but not dungeon-like in any way. I have a separate entrance, bathroom, kitchen, and it even came with some furnishings! I think it's a cute setup!)
This week, I've been re-organizing The Basement. I want to find a frame for a poster I got from my Spain days. I'll hang it so The Basement will have even more of a LumpyLiz touch.
Everyone was glad when we all gathered for drinks at Guapos that afternoon.
Hot, sweaty, and tired we were… some from scouring the city looking for our scavenger hunt clues… and others just plumb worn out from carrying Vicky's and shoe store bags.
Folks say "pimpin' ain't easy," but hey, neither is shopping! Carrying all those bags will have you "on swoll" as we say in the hood… which essentially means you're super-buff.
I'm determined to keep this journey chronicled with photos included so that my family and maybe two others will actually read it. They're posted above. I'm still trying to figure out a way to get this program to do my will instead of what it tells itself to do.
Shopping and Organizing
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm tired of shopping.
Money can be flighty if you don't tell it the proper things to do. Sometimes the things you tell money to do for you are necessary… sometimes those things you want money to do will keep you from looking and feeling like a disorganized mess. Sometimes those things you tell money to do will hopefully keep visitors from thinking (then knowing) you're a first class pig because you're not just feeling like a disorganized mess… you ARE one.
So you are stuck. Either you hide all your things in a junk drawer, or you hit the dollar store for storage solutions because too much shopping at the Container Store will break your bank. Or, you look at Ross, because you think the storage at the dollar store is cheesy and loud and doesn't match your bathroom color scheme… and you (I'm so talking about myself right now) find some really cute baskets at Ross that are on clearance! Who cares if they have fire trucks embroidered on the little cloth liners… Face that liner to the wall, out of sight, and organize those toiletries!
I wish I could say "The Basement" is complete. (That's what I affectionately call my current dwelling-place. It's a basement, but not dungeon-like in any way. I have a separate entrance, bathroom, kitchen, and it even came with some furnishings! I think it's a cute setup!)
This week, I've been re-organizing The Basement. I want to find a frame for a poster I got from my Spain days. I'll hang it so The Basement will have even more of a LumpyLiz touch.
I also plan on visiting a high school friend later in the week.
Entertainment News
Entertainment News
I remembered my computer has a DVD player!
I don't have to sit around wishing I had a TV anymore!
I rented a couple of movies yesterday and watched them both.
(Actually, they both watched me for some portion of the movies... that didn't change in the cross country move...)
2 comments:
the lumpsterrrrrrrrr
hey gal! You are really making me wanna go ahead and move to Philly. I missss you...and it's weird, we'd go years without seeing each other when you were on the west coast but now that you're on the east it's worrrssee. ok. when you get a break coming, let me know and either Jamie and I will come there or I'll fly you here!
lata chica!
I know! I miss y'all too! Jamie is too cute. It's funny... seeing my girlfriends with children has my uterus wondering if it wants to grow a little baby-pod one of these days *smile*
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