Krumkake is a Norwegian thing... it's flour, butter, eggs, sugar and vanilla all thrown together and then ironed to crisp perfection and rolled into ice cream cone shapes. It can filled with cream, ice cream, fruits or nothing. It's yummy. I make Krumkake every Christmas now. It's become tradition ever since my mother bought me my first krumkake iron a couple years back. Well, The Husband I decided to make the Krumkake and other goodies for a neighborhood Christmas gathering tonight. Only we made the Krumkake early so we wouldn't have to rush today. Dumb. The massive shift of humidity onto San Antonio the last 48 hours coupled with a dryer line that isn't quite clamped down has turned crispy pastries into moldable weridness. They still taste great but I can't in good conscious serve this to my new Texas neighbors. Oh well, guess there's more Krumkake for me...

Ahhhhhh

Yeap, it's pretty much done. We're moved in. At least me, the kid and the animals. The Husband likes to unpack his stuff at his own leisure... which is usually three to four months behind mine. The main living areas are done, the bedroom is done and Hunter's room is done. Just the guest bedroom and The Husband's office need to be unpacked and organized. It feels good.
The photo is taken from my office looking towards the kitchen and then the dinning room beyond. We don't have a camera right now because the charger is in the shipment from Idaho that is due in on Christmas Eve. I know, dumb. Anyhow, once I get the camera I will post a few photos to entertain you all with.
Today I went to a learning center to scope out care for Hunter. I like to have him in daycare three days a week... it gives him a chance to have fun and get some energy out and socialize and it gives me a break to get things done and have me time. I think I've found a place that covers all my bases. It's only a mile and a half from the house and Hunter loves it. I took him with me for the interview and tour and he ran into the play room and took out all the cars and trucks to play with and was hyper focused on nothing but those for the rest of the time. When we had to leave he screamed and cried and kicked. He did NOT want to go. Further proof that getting him out a few times a week is vital, he loves it.
I have to take a moment now and talk about a total indulgence. It's called The Container Store. I often see items from this store in magazines like Real Simple and Martha Stewart Living. It's a store dedicated to organizing stuff. It's a OCD dream! I really had to hold myself back there. It's similar to IKEA in that it's simple design and sleek. The prices are a little over the norm but the products are fantastic. I ended up getting a few Stockholm Office Storage Boxes, a couple of Stockholm Desktop File Boxes, a Page'Up, a Bulletin & Magnetic Strip, a Pull Out Basket for the kitchen, and an Aluminum Can Crusher just to name a few. The whole shopping experience was orgasmic. Can't wait to go back again someday soon!
I hear the whining of my little man. Nap time must be over now... back to my life.

Progress

Today I can report that I feel that progress has finally been made in our house. I have cleared enough boxes and developed enough living space free of moving debris that I feel we are finally getting somewhere! I know that my view of progress is skewed. I spent many good years a money in therapy learning and acknowledging this... still it remains... at least I am aware.
The living room is looking good, only 6 boxes remain on the first floor... most have enormous rugs that need to be hung and laid on the dinning room floor -- which needs to be steam cleaned... that's today's chore. Upstairs I was able to empty and put away 10 boxes in the master closet in just one hour this morning. Now I just want to sit for awhile while my little man takes a morning nap.
Now for a cultural lesson: I got my local channels on my Directv today. Over half are spanish speaking channels. Wow. Maybe now is the time to really learn spanish. I took three years in high school and never really got great at speaking the language. I can say a few things and I am learning more through hours of 'Handy Manny' on the Disney channels. Living in a place like San Antonio it's very obvious that white english speaking natives are rare. In order to have a thorough and diverse experience here I think it is time to bite the bullet and actually learn a language inside and out. So, do I watch 'Judge Mathis' today or "Necesito una Amiga'? Choices.

Ugh...

Still unpacking... still hating it! I think I've finally reached a point where I don't care if the closets or trim are painted... I just want to unpack already! Today has been more of the same.. unpacking the first floor. I could move to the second but my energy is on the fritz and the security installation people are here hogging up much of my time. I think it's time for a nice cold Dt. Pepsi and a TV break... to be continued...

Day Two In San Antonio

It's still quite early here in Texas. I'm waiting for my meds to kick in and wake me up. Again I am dreading the day ahead of me with unpacking. Hunter is a 'pistol' today - that's what my mother called it on the phone. He's up and into everything and talking up a storm about all he's doing. I am like a limping old dog. My body is very sore and my focus is very .... oh look a squirrel! Well, you get the idea.
Good news about the weekend is that The Husband has hired a friend to come out and help again with painting. They will both be working on rooms that I haven't unpacked yet... so I'm off for the weekend. If I can just get the first floor done today then there's little if anything for me to do on Saturday and Sunday. I'm thinking of going to Austin to IKEA. Of course I'll be doing this with Hunter... a bit tricky but doable.
Ugggggggh... ok back to going through boxes. Right now I'm working on the office boxes which are all mixed up. The Husband and I shared an office back in WV but now are on different floors here in TX. Lots of carrying boxes up and down the stairs... my poor back!

Sunrise in San Antonio

Today was my first day in San Antonio. It was a beautiful morning. The sunshine coming in our living room was perfect. Our old place in West Virginia didn't have as many windows... I love my windows here. I got off to a slow start unpacking but after taking my ritalin I was a woman possessed. Hunter kept himself busy with whatever he'd find. I got most of the kitchen unpacked and am working on the dinning and living rooms. Tomorrow I plan on getting those done and at least half of my office area.
I haven't made it out to town yet. I will hopefully get to do that this weekend.
Ahhhhh... I think my ibrophren is kicking in... relaxing.

LOSER

.... Now back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

All is Good

So it all worked out. The house is bought, the rennovations are underway thanks to the Husband. Hunter and I will join him this week. I am taking a Saturday night and enjoying a Boise favorite... Chicago Connection pizza. Yum. You can't find this anywhere else but here in the Treasure Valley. It's a cheese lovers dream. Everytime I come back to Boise I have to have Chicago Connection pizza and pork tacos at Cafe Ole. Mission accomplished.
Poor Hunter has come down with a double ear infection and is quite sick. Yesterday he was running a temperature of 103. Today he is better. His tylenol and antibiotics have all kicked in and he's pretty active and sassy. I hope I can get him better by Tuesday so I can get him one last day in daycare before we leave but it's pretty touch and go. I can't believe how bad he got before he started showing symptoms of his infection. Oh well, you live and you learn.

HOLDING OUR BREATH

Today is 'C' day. That's Closing Day. At sundown we should be the proud owners of a new home. Of course anything can happen between now and then. It's rare here in the US for problems to pop up in the house buying process. Initially you get an inspector to check out the basics of the home and tell you what is good, bad and ugly. Then who ever decides to front you the money to buy the home has an appraiser come in and do the same. We are getting a VA loan which is one of the strictest ones out there. Stains on carpets must be cleaned and or replaced, screens missing from windows must reappear and so forth. Our biggest road bump has been with this appraiser but I think he'll be happy now and give us the money to buy the home. If not, it's back to square one and living in a van down by the river. But let's be positive.
My time in Boise is coming to an end. Very soon I will be down in Texas (house or not). Again I feel strange about my relationship with this community. I really think I've just finally 'grown out of' Boise. It's no longer home. Leaving B-town is ok and although I will miss my friends here I am really happy to be reunited with my husband, dog and cat... and to have us all together again like a home.

The moving process continues. Today I spent a few hours on the phone transferring utilities into our names, setting internet at our new house and arranging the move for me from Idaho to Texas. Now I am sick. No, really, I think I have the hamtrhax, or as it's officially known as SWINE FLU. Oh this mo'fo' hit me around noon like a ton of bricks. Achiness, exhuastion and a fever of over a 100 degrees. Swell. I just want to sleep or die but can't seem to do either. Thank god I got done all that I did this morning... I don't know if I"ll be able to do much for the next few days. Pray for me.