|Ironic how I can't even get ONE car in my 3 car garage|
Fifteen days through this first month of 2013, and the newness has worn off, hasn't it? The pressures of the real world have a way of doing that to you.
My little hiatus went longer than expected. Moving has taken it's toll. I am now surrounded by boxes of various sizes, staring at me everywhere I turn. For six days, I couldn't find my electric shaver, and I started to look a little scary. Nothing's scarier than a big Asian man with a hairy face. And for an Asian, I'm pretty damn harry. TMI, I know.
Moving and then having to somehow find some stuff to pack into a suitcase to fly off to Colorado Springs two days after moving isn't very much fun. My business meeting was fun, and I got to hang out at the US Olympic training facility and meet a bunch of Olympians. Not the kind that shoot lightning bolts, but amazing athletes representing the US. I got to see a men's gymnastics, fencing, and trampoline demo. It was cool! The whole time I was out of town, however, I kept thinking about all the boxes that awaited me at my new home.
But seriously, I was a little under the weather with a bout of bronchitis right around Christmas. Still not 100%, but this special narcotic, um, I mean, cough syrup is helping. The move went well. Stressful, but it took a little over 10 HOURS to do the whole move. All they did was move our stuff. No packing or anything. That's four dudes built like MMA fighters moving your stuff for ten hours. It's funny how when you start packing, you wrap all your stuff and label the boxes ever so diligently. But by the end, I was literally throwing stuff in boxes and not doing a good job of labeling them. I had one box labeled: Legos and Underwear.
No, not my Legos. And not my underwear. My youngest son's.
Speaking of underwear, mine are somewhere in a box. I thought I put them in with my shaver...