New roomie!

It's no secret how badly I've wanted a dog.

Well...

I've got one!

A few weeks ago my mom found a little black lab on the side of the road. She did due diligence - posting fliers, checking with the local vets and animal shelter to see if anyone was missing a pup - and nothing.

So, last Friday I drove to Omaha, Neb., to meet my mom at my sister's house and do the pick up.

He is SO sweet, and cute, and well-mannered! Someone taught this boy how to behave before they dumped him.

He's gotten in trouble a couple of times - once for eating a package of sliced cheese off the counter - and he doesn't listen worth a darn when there's another dog in sight, but overall he's pretty darn perfect!!

He's spent every day working in the field with Todd, and I take him for runs in the morning - which is awesome for me since I've fallen off the running bandwagon lately.

Without further ado, meet the newest addition to mine and Todd's home - and topic of discussion on the blog...

Rigby!

Moving in

We've been in the new house a week now, and though things look MUCH better than they first did, it's still a work in progress. Particularly, the upstairs office, pretty much all of the basement, the workshop and the garage.

Yeah, huge areas.

But here are some pictures, as promised. I'll do some "after" pics when it's all said and done...

Standing in front of the house...


But before we go inside let's go back a step. Here's Todd, signing his life away...


After the signing! Yay!


Alright, back to the present. What's behind door number one...?


These pretty flowers left by Jackie and Roy, the previous owners, along with a very nice card and a bottle of champagne in the fridge...


Ok...here's where the real mess begins. The living/dining room...


What has become the master bedroom...

The disaster of the kitchen. Man, this was a CHORE!


Me at the dining room table at our little "thank you for helping us move" party...


Todd and I slept on the pullout couch that night because we were just too tired to make a bed. Plus, I had no idea where the sheets were. If we'd slept downstairs, however, we would have been sharing the bed with this little guy, left for us by Molly. Yes, it's Todd's. And yes, it's real. He's a game warden, afterall...

5th Avenue livin'

The theme song to The Jeffersons springs to mind right now. Like the Jeffersons, we even live on the "east side." Saying I live on east 5th Avenue just sounds so high society, doesn't it?

So sophisticated, in fact, that I've had to haul all my own boxes in and put my belongings away by myself. Fifth Ave. living is clearly not what it used to be.

This is my excuse for not posting for the last week.

Todd and I have spent every moment we're at home moving things around, cleaning and unpacking that I either a) haven't had a chance to log on, or b) have been too dog-gone tired to log on, or c) have had a drained computer and couldn't log on.

The ol' homestead is coming along though! A couple nights ago we got the living room pretty well done. The master bedroom is put together, and so is the upstairs bathroom. The kitchen, the worst part of any move I think, was done by our second morning here. It is my proudest accomplishment so far.

I just love this house. LOVE. I love everything about it and can't wait for it to be all put together (which will be by the end of this week, by cracky).

When I have a bit more time (and it's not a complete disaster) I'll post some photos.

I'm still here though, just a little preoccupied with "fish that won't fry in the kitchen, and beans that won't burn on the grill."