Living The Sweet Life

All I could think of the moment I put in notice at my old job was getting some time off without work nagging in the back of my mind. I was obsessed with a week at home with the pup and the BTB.

I had a whole list of things I was going to do…

*Watch a few movies

*Catch a few college basketball games

*Spend some QT with the BTB and the puppy

*Catch up with a few people

Now, the week has come and, for the most part, gone. I’ve managed to get in a half a basketball game, watch *A* movie and have found a new job. I’ve managed to spent lots of time playing with and training the pup (on a side note, you should see our little girl ring a bell to tell us when she has to pee. I’m a proud papa indeed.).

I’ve also spent time filling requests for my lovely bride-to-be. I’ve grocery shopped, painted a closet and “gotten organized.”

Transitioning from the life of a bachelor to the life of a (more or less) married man isn’t going to be easy. Where did this week go???

How Have Things Changed?

My coworker asked how life has changed since the GTB came home for good and we’ve officially been living together.

I thought for a moment…. Well, I’ve been cleaning, organizing and generally being busy. He’s made dinner a few times (thanks babe!) and has been watching tv.

Old habits die hard.

The poor guy — its not his fault I am overly tidy (and thus, *slightly* naggy) and he is used to living like a 21 year old.

Pack Rat

OK, I admit it. I have a problem. I can’t stop, I can’t control it and I need help. I’m desperate for a 12 step program that can save me from myself and this addiction.

I love stuff. Lots o’ stuff. Oodles of it.

I don’t know what it is. I see a sturdy box and I think to myself, “Self, now there’s something that’s just plain going to come in handy.” Who knows when I’ll be moving next? Who knows when I’ll have a gift to give that would fit perfectly into a box that size? I’ve got a whole basement now, surely there’s enough space to save this until I find a need for it, right?

I also have a hard time saying good-bye. Call me sentimental, but that dresser I’ve had since before I can remember was a good friend and hurt a little to just throw out in the cold while it waited for someone to claim it from the alley. The poor guy deserved better.

But, she’s moving in and I’ve got to find a way to make her feel welcome.  I also need to make space for her. She’s been amazing about downsizing the amount of stuff she has so it’s only fair that I do the same.

So, goodbye, old friend. You served my brother and I well throughout the years. You’ll be missed.

Moving In Together

I have never lived with a boyfriend before.

And now, here I am, packing up boxes, labeling them and preparing for their ultimate move into the GTB’s house. Its scary! Exciting! And a lot of work!

Talk about a busy and completely blah weekend! We spent Friday night cleaning the guest room and meeting photographers.

Saturday, we cleaned the guest room and tackled the basement and met two other photographers. I must let you know that he gathered 5 bags of trash! I swept the basement floor and it was grody! Dusty, musty and all kinds of gross.

Sunday I made breakfast, lunch and dinner (which is a major change, he’s the better cook so he does the bulk of the cooking) while he moved stuff into storage and cleaned even more. We went to a friends’ Super Bowl party but we were both ticking through the lists of things that had to get done, mildly oblivious to the game.

Sigh — who knew moving in together could be so much work. The worst part is, the movers haven’t even started. Double sigh.