Sign of life.

What is a girl to do? I haven't had a phone. Or cable (and here that means zippo on the tv). Or the Internet. Sigh.

Until today. Hallelujah.

I guess a girl could choose to use her technologically free time playing with her children, unpacking the 260 items the movers brought over hill and dale to us, or, um, relaxing. But what would be the fun in that?

So, we're here. Loving the new house. Loving the huge kitchen, the den, the loft, and the guest bedroom. So consider yourself invited. Don't make me beg, plead, push, and grovel for visitors. Just stop on by. The rodeo is Labor Day weekend... any takers?

I've discovered a new rule for moving. Get as much done as fast as you can because the 'moving in and getting organized' steam wears off fast. Especially if you have help that accomplishes more in 6 hours than should be considered humanly possible (thanks Mom, Dad, Danner, and Laurie). So if anyone wants to come help finish up the bathrooms, the master bedroom, that cupboard in the kitchen that's like the brain of my life, and the garage where everything we don't know what to do with has been dumped we'd love the help.