Pimpin’ for my peeps
Guatoberfest planning is underway. The location has been moved to Myrtle Beach, SC and it will be held the 2nd weekend of October. Unfortunately, the venue change means I can’t attend this year – but I’m sure it will be a fabulous time despite the absence of the beautiful Miss Sabrina. It is open to all adoptive families, not just those who adopted from Guatemala. Check out the new website to stay up to date on the info.
A little closer to home, we will be having a Guat Picnic here in Nashville on May 3rd. I am posting this here because there are a few of you out there who I had email addresses for but lost them in the Great Laptop Crash of ’08. (Julie – are you reading this?) Leave me a comment if you are in middle TN and would like to join us. The picnic is open to any adoptive family, not just Guatemala, and those in process if they would like to come. It looks like we have about 15 – 20 families interested in attending already so I look forward to meeting new faces!
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Sabrina and I spent yesterday hanging out in our new empty house waiting for the washer and dryer to be delivered. Of course they came at the tail end of their 4 hour window so we were there all afternoon but they are installed and ready for use.
I remember the first washer and dryer I bought – knowing that I didn’t have to go to the laundromat anymore – it was almost as exciting as my first car. This time? Not exactly exciting but a nice detail to have taken care of before we move in. And buying a new set (even the almost cheapest set in the store) definitely gave us a little sticker shock. But we were hoarding some Christmas and birthday gift cards that took some of the sting out of it. (Thanks mom, M & I, and C & J.)
Sabrina got to check out her new yard. She was fascinated with peeking through the fence so Steve let her see over it.
And I can tell already that we will battle many times each day about staying off the steps. I have to find a gate that will work despite the rounded banister – which probably means something permanently drilled in. (They make gates for that kind of thing, right?) I hate to do that in a rental but we’ll just have to putty the holes before we leave. I will lose my mind if I have to tell her to get off the stpes 492 times every day.