Little House on the Prairie (path)

Our move to the suburbs is complete (for the most part) Things are still in a complete state of chaos, and I stupidly refused to take time off work, so the unpacking/settling in/attempt at normal living is moving at a glacial pace.  I haven’t run yet, I just don’t have the energy.  I have been up super late every night, and I can tell you, this girl does not do well on 4 hours of sleep a night. 

I would love to say that the move when great and was way easier than expected, but of course, it took  us like two hours just to get the couch out of our old place, and we damaged an entire wall and the couch in the process.  I have been spending just as much time in the city as when I lived there, because I am now cleaning and doing wall repair after work.  But, as much as I just want to complain, the second I put this pup in her brand new yard, I realized that no matter how bad it was, it was worth it.

After running around for 10 minutes, she ran into our brand new kitchen and power puked everywhere from excitement.

Yesterday was day two for our new suburban life.  I got caught in a terrible storm on the way home, and skipped roller derby to watch the hawks game in the safety of my house.  Only when I got there, the power was out.  I can tell you right now, city folk do not know what to do during a power outage.  I think in my 10 years in Chicago, I have never gone more than 40 minutes without power.  So, we clung to our two battery operated decorative pillar candles from Pottery Barn, and drank all the beer.  (it’s the first to go bad, right?)  It was hard times, let me tell you.  Poor Waffles is used to having her food microwaved, and all I could do was hold it over a candle.  It was lukewarm at best. #FWDP (First World Dog Problems)  I also found out that our stove doesn’t work when the power was out, so we were forced to forage for food.  I found some wild strawberries in the yard – Oregon Trail style.  I also found some Queso Fiesta goldfish crackers I purchased recently at Target (Sara Style)

Luckily, the power returned with about 9 minutes left in the 3^rd period of the Hawks game. 

We got to watch our Hawks win, only I didn’t know what to do.  Last time, I was in the city, so we had run into the streets for some street drinking.  The suburbs were much quieter.  There were still fireworks however, so we blared Chelsea Dagger, as I danced in the yard with my beer.  You can take the girl out of the City, but she will just get drunk and do the same things in the suburbs anyway.  And probably violate public noise ordinances in the process.