This weekend we finally had our yard sale, sold or donated the rest of the crap we didn't need or want and left a big, deliciously empty space in the garage. I figure that, even more than having our housewarming party, means we're moved in! Of course, now we have to finish organizing what's left in the garage. But that part's easy.
The yard sale took up most of our Saturday, and I even remembered to take some photos to post (which I still haven't really gotten used to doing), but my camera was going whacky on me yesterday (the reason why the rest of the photos in this post are of the lovely cell phone variety). But it's okay. So is life sometimes. But seriously. It feels SOOOOOO amazing to have all that junk gone. I hate clutter. I hate messes. I hate extra junk. I need to have clean and tidy and put away and that mound of junk was bringing me down.
Anyway, Saturday night we decided to go out to dinner instead of cooking. There was no way I was going to be able to come up with anything besides tater tots and frozen pizza, so we went to sushi instead.
[caption id="attachment_1226" align="aligncenter" width="368"] Popcorn Shrimp Temaki[/caption]
We have a new...I hate to use the word "favorite" because while their Popcorn Shrimp Temaki is probably my favorite hand roll of all time, the rest of their rolls are...well...eh. In fact I almost yacked on the spider roll we ordered. I had to spit it in my napkin. Gross, right? Jim told me to. I wasn't going to. It's kind of rude (but then again so is yacking at the table in a restaurant, right?). Then he held up his left hand, palm toward him, wedding ring toward me, and said "and that's why it's okay." He's so funny. And he's right, of course.
Sunday we woke up a bit later than Saturday...and then an hour later than that because of the time change. Stupid time change. I made breakfast, which I usually do. But I have this problem. I can spend one day at home and then I nut up. So since we were home almost all day Saturday, Sunday morning came along and I had a serious itch to get the heck out of the house.
We have a favorite bike trail that we like to ride. It's about eleven and a half miles around Lake Natoma. There are usually a lot of people...joggers, walkers, people on strange contraptions (like the elliptical machine thing we saw one guy on...wish I'd taken a cell phone photo, but I was about to die about that time), horses along with the bikers?...cyclists? The folk who ride the bikes. Us.
However, we decided we wanted to bring Katie. And since she's not terribly fabulous on the leash yet, and she certainly has never done an 11 mile jaunt attached to a bike before, we chose to walk it instead. (This is the part of the weekend where my camera decided to stop reading the card that was in it and I almost threw it off the bridge into the lake).
[caption id="attachment_1213" align="aligncenter" width="406"] Can't believe I had to facebook jack my own photos[/caption]
It was a beautiful day. About 70 degrees, warm, a little wind coming off the lake. The trees were green and those that bloom were doing their thing. It felt really good to be out there....until it didn't. Until we got almost halfway around the lake and realized, hey, walking might be a bigger pain in the ass that bike-riding, not to mention we're trying to train a dog to walk on the leash here. By the time we finished, four hours later, we were both so beat all we could do was fall into the car. Katie even slept the entire way home.
It was a good thing I already had dinner in the slow cooker (it's a Cuisinart, not a Crock Pot), or else we would have been going for those tater tots and frozen pizza.
We had a nice evening, though. We watched an episode of Property Wars (anyone else love that show?!) and an episode of...uh...can't remember the name....they fish for tuna? Jim? Are you reading this? What's that show called? Anyway, we watched, we ate, we had some ice cream in bed and then we were out.
Unfortunately a bird outside our bedroom window wasn't aware that the time change didn't mean he was supposed to sit and squawk at 2 am. Between him and the nice little sunburn I procured on our little walk, I probably didn't sleep more than three hours all night. And we went to bed early! Hopefully he gets with the program tonight!