Birthday in a Bag

Breakfast in bed is good... BUT a Birthday in a Bag in bed is even better.

What, pray tale, is a Birthday in a Bag you ask?

Well, it is the perfect combination of awesome mixed with 

heart-shaped paper packages, a little sewing know-how, 

a ridiculously cool vintage stamp set,  your favorite candy, 

small hand written notes, and one incredibly thoughtful friend named Angie.

I sat in bed opening each package carefully with candy spilling out 

kind of like my own personal little piñata... just minus baseball bat.

Each heart contained a note of things she loved about me accompanied by some chocolaty goodness.

I have to admit that I was a little bit surprised 

that my ability to go days without showering and 

the fact that I can whip out an inappropriate joke at completely the wrong time 

didn't make the list, but whatev.

Needless to say, I think everybody needs a little 

Top Ten Reason of why they are loved.

It was definitely good for the soul...

and the heart...

and the ego...

and the stomach. 

Only downfall is you eventually run out of gifts to open. And that makes me sad...

Very sad. Not to be confused with bloated 

(because I swear I've seen a face like this on a Pepto Bismol commercial)

 Just sad... really sad.  

The ideal Birthday in a Bag would have endless amounts of gifts and reasons why you are loved.  

Perhaps next year...  (take note Angie)

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In the words of Julie Andrews...

"Let's start at the very beginning. It's a very good place to start"

(You had no idea I was so cultured when it comes to movie references, did you.

Just wait when it comes to Finding Nemo. I can find an applicable Nemo quote for almost any life situation.)

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So, this happened...

We sold our home. Our very first home. Our very first favorite first home with lots of our favorite neighbors in our very favorite little city.  Lots of favorites here folks.

We put it up for sale in September, it was sold by November, and we were out by December.

Honestly, it still makes me sad to say that we sold our home. But I guess that's just how it goes whenever you part with something you love.  I still remember the time I sent my puke green Gerbeau jeans to the Salvation Army. It was hard on both me and my perfectly pegged Gerbeau's.

Saying good bye is never easy.

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So how about a home tour now that we are officially moved out?

• The HOME •

• The entryway •

• The family room, which I never got around to decorating. 

But let's be honest, if I never took the time to decorate it the the 3 & 1/2 years that we lived there, odds are it was never going to happen.

• Kaleb's room (which, actually, the baby took over) 

& bathroom (which is the only room that has pictures hung that I took)

• The girls room that was the only room that I took the time to decorate... 

and even then it's only about 70% done.

What can I say? I'm not much of an over achiever.

• The Master Bedroom •

• Part of the master bath •

• So I lied, this is the second room where I put up pictures that I have actually taken.

Those two canvas prints are probably two of my all time favorite pictures that I've taken.

They remind me of Philly... the non-ghetto part of Philly.

• The kitchen •

• The mudroom that I begged Nate to build •

So now the burning question,

"Ginnie, what are you guys going to do next?"

(sorry, I was a little vague on the details)

That is a great question. A question I don't know the answer to yet.

BUT, when I know, you'll know, ya know.

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