Miss me?

I promise I haven't left you intentionally. At this moment, if I actually use the bathroom within three hours of my bladder's first evacuation warning, then I consider it a good day. A third of our belongings still reside in the apartment because our lease isn't up until October 31st and taking our sweet time to move seemed like a wonderful idea. In hindsight, I see the terribleness.

Half of my clothes live in boxes because the previous owners decided bright blue walls, ceilings, doors, and baseboards would make for a serene bedroom and closet. Instead, every morning feels as if I've woken up in an aquarium. Half of my shoes still live at the apartment. My clothes pins (how do I close the chip bags!?) reside in a bowl at the apartment. My couch still sits in the apartment. Our guest bed? Apartment. All of my warm winter coats? Apartment. Sewing machine? Apartment. In the house? Nearly everything sits in a box. The only room that's mostly unpacked is the kitchen, so that's where I spend my time until my face hits the sheets. We do finally have a table and chairs in here, which is great because sitting on the floor and eating off of a blue Rubbermaid container was getting really old.

For the record, the apartment is about ten minutes from our house, so it's not even a big hike from one place to the next.  Monday night, I had to stay at school until 8 because I sponsor the freshman class, and it's Homecoming week. Tuesday night, I sat in grad class until 8:30. Wednesday night, we took a trip to Home Depot for 8 gallons of paint and then I painted for two and a half hours when we arrived home. Last night and tonight, I have been painting our kitchen in a desperate attempt to make something ours and something not manila. Or bright blue. Tomorrow morning, I meet with my grad group at 9, then my college roommate comes into town, then I go out to dinner with a colleague and her boyfriend. Sunday, we tackle the bedroom walls because I can't keep looking at blue everything. I just can't.

The moral of this poorly told story is that time management has become a struggle these days and my life is scattered about in too many places for me to keep track of anything effectively. Something must be forfeited in the name of sleep, so the blog has taken a hit. (Clearly, Criminal Minds, Law and Order: SVU, American Horror Story, Once Upon a Time, Big Bang Theory, Stalker, and Scorpion. Fall TV gets me every year. EVERY year.) Don't worry; I'm still silently stalking many of you on your blogs but I do so looking at my phone as I get ready in the morning, which means I cannot (figure out how to) comment.

Anyway, we went to a wedding at the Naval Academy in Annapolis last weekend, and I rented a dress from Rent the Runway. Best decision ever. They even send you a second size for free! I couldn't find anything else in my closet. SCORE. It was pretty chilly that day, so I wore my leather jacket over top (edgy meets classy? who cares.) because I couldn't find any of my other jackets. I think it worked. No, I have no pictures of that for you.

(Exact dress -- it's $25 off your first rental!) 

Note: I thought it'd have pockets, but mine most definitely did not. I was majorly disappointed.

I am so pasty. And my eyes are so tired. 

I might just frame this picture. 

(He got his suit from Express, the only place with decent prices and suit sizes that actually fit him!)

Isn't this church gorgeous? He's so goofy. 

They LOVE the new house! 

The kitchen wall color doesn't come across exactly as it is because my phone's camera leaves something to be desired. Thanks, phone. Close enough. 

Anyway, when my life is up and running, this blog will be, too. 

I miss writing and you guys, but duty (haha, dOO-ty) calls.