WE'VE ALL BEEN WARNED (but still chose to stay)

Monday afternoon, once again! Today is my least favorite day of the week, especially after this weekend.

Saturday was moving day, and let me tell you, after hours of heavy lifting (no pun intended!) I've come to terms with the fact that not only am I weakling, but I have no desire to move ever again. OKay so I'm being a little dramatic - if another move is in my future, you can be sure I'll splurge on professional movers, at least. I wasn't nearly as stressed out as I thought I'd be, considering my twin sister Jill has the flu and my main mover has pneumonia, I was pretty sure I'd be stuck between a rock and a hard place. Little did I know that the love of my life (Donny!) would pull through, along with the aid of his fiance's (Sarah!) father's truck, and we'd work together to move everything in just a day. It took us quite a few trips, and definitely wasn't easy. For starters? I don't think I've ever injured myself more in my entire 25 years on this earth than I did on Saturday. I busted up my knuckles on one hand while breaking ice off a carpet for my mother, crushed a knuckle on my other hand between a dresser and a wall (it was purple and swollen for a few hours, but it's now doing fine!), gave myself a fat lip when my face broke the fall off several wooden slats (thanks Ikea..), later on that evening I was helping my mom and due to my serious inability to see in the dark, I slammed my jaw into the roof of my mom's car. Oh, and I shouldn't forget how yesterday while Ash and I were attempting to put my bed together, I accidentally grabbed a light bulb and burned myself. Loving that tiny little battle wound, that's for sure. All of that doesn't seem too bad when I look back upon last night's adventure of trying to get the washer and dryer hooked up; Jill electrocuted herself. Now, we all know that hurts. However, she took quite a zap (and even though it's not funny, I still can't help but giggle) and her hand swelled up from the incident. I have to think fried veins hurt more than fried finger tips. That's one question I don't think I want to know the answer to.

I told myself I would photoshoot during the move this weekend so I could document everything but I was so determined (or scatterbrained) to get the job done, I left my cell phone at home. Which, now that I think back - I'm glad I didn't document my moving adventure because let's face it - fat kids in small spaces are only funny to the skinny kids who point and laugh. Thankfully I'm so comfortable with Donny that it didn't matter to me when he squished me between the couch and the railing of the staircase because all I had to do was shout that the wood just might be cracking beneath the force of my backside and he quickly came to my aid. He was definitely a trooper, that's for sure. I guess eleven years worth of friendship really means something when you can save one another from being crushed by furniture.

The only downfall to all that happened this weekend is that it reminded me how out of shape I am. Yes, we all know the typical story of how overweight people aren't active, or healthy, etc. Listen, save the health article for someone who cares. I'm just as active as the next person, but when it comes to the winter time, I'm like a bear. I hibernate. It happens. However, the fact that every muscle in my body aches is a serious reminder of how desparately I want the spring to get here. I miss going outside and just...doing something, anything! I especially love the thought of going kite flying. Oh, it's been far to long since I've gone kite flying. Wow, getting off track again. My fat kid lesson of the weekend is to stay active. I hate hearing about needing to be thinner and healthier just as much as the next person, but when it comes to strenous activity like that - it's a miracle I didn't injure myself (or anyone else, for that matter) worse than I did. Even if you're not a fan of being active, maybe take a walk around the block once or twice a week, go roller blading (fat kid on blades, woohoo!) or even walk the dog. And I say that just as a suggestion because what ya'll don't know is one, I don't have a dog, two, roller blades and I don't get along, and three, if I were to take a walk around my block I probably wouldn't make it back without some sort of gunshot wound. Okay, okay, kidding. Only partially. My only point is that we can all be fat and fabulous if we want but when the time comes to move a couch I hope you aren't expecting to lift that shit like superman and feel the burn in a good way. That, my dear readers, will not happen.

Anyway, here are some pictures to ease the sting of strained muscles and bruised egos:

I'll take more pictures as the apartment develops, since we've only been in the place for two days - not much work has been done. Rest easy, ha. Anyway, the fabulous one is done for the day! Stay fabulous, duhh.

P.S - Don't hate on the HSM bathroom set. We have two bathrooms and it's only up until I can decide on what set I actually want in that room. And c'mon, who doesn't love HSM?! ;)