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Lessons Learned: New House

My mom is an elementary school librarian and my sister also works at an elementary school. You could say they are giving out some education...and today is their first day back to school after the summer break. So in the spirit of learning...here are some things I am learning about my new house:
  • Moving makes your blood sugar low...make sure you are equipped with plenty glucose-of-choice.

  • Always double check repairs made on your house.

  • Focus comes in small and short quantities...use wisely.

  • Buy stock in Diet Mountain Dew.

  • Yes, split levels do have a significant amount of stairs...plan accordingly.

  • When vacumming new carpet, use a vacuum with a "quick empty" feature...you will need it...about 10 times (not a joke) for just the upstairs.

  • Stay motivated by cranking up (literally) the old transistor radio/intercom throughout your house and participate in the random dance parties with the BF and the wiener dog.

  • Call mom/dad when you don't know the answer.
  • Under no circumstances, ever, everever, evereverever, ev...you get the picture...go into the storm shelter.
  • After a successful move trip lay on the floor with the most amazing BF in the world and dream about making memories in every single room.
  • Then realize you are just a hopeless romantic when the BF rips one.
  • Promptly exit romantic/staaaanky room and proceed with learning more lessons :-)

"The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you are given a test that teaches you a lesson."

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  1. Wow . . . those last 3 bullets were . . . interesting. But I did LOL @ them, for real. Coffee nearly coming out of nose, thanks.

    Yeah, for any and all housing projects I just disconnected Arnold. Even for cleaning, I think the fumes make me go low. Why? I have no idea, just a hypothesis.

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  2. thanks for that... now all of your listeners will think I'm some goof-ball... I really appreciate it.

    -BF

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