So, it's been a while. In case you somehow missed it, we ended up moving to Denver. Krys has a job downtown, and we set up our base of operations in one of the many smaller cities on the outskirts of town. It's been pretty sweet, so far, and shows no sign of getting lame anytime soon.

While we haven't gotten out too much, due to the crazy weather this year and trying to save up some fundage for the Stuff Shift of DOOOOM (tm), we have managed to hit the zoo and Red Rocks Park. Unfortunately, we did NOT get to go to Red Rocks Ampitheatre to see NIN in concert. *sob* Oh, well. I suppose having Trent less than 30 miles from my house is a step in the right direction...

In the meantime, we've just been kind of hanging out, spending some time as a family and whatnot.





The weather is generally nice during the afternoon, so we take frequent trips to the cute park down the road.





Sometimes, though, the weather is not so nice. We've apparently gotten more rain this summer than anyone can ever remember getting. I think it's my fault.



Toby is getting huge.



And he moves at the speed of light.



Things are occasionally kind of surreal.



And I think I'm really the only one who doesn't understand what's going on.



What else is new, though?

We bought some glowie poi, and we practiced a lot while we had no furniture in the living room to hinder us.




Even the boys got in on the poi thing with practice sets of their own.




It's going to be a loooong time before Avery gets to light up, though. The boy is so accident prone that he fell while trying to turn on a light... and knocked out his other front tooth.



Anyway, so we got all of our stuff moved across the country and hauled up our stairs. It is now sitting around in boxes, like so:





And I'm suddenly realizing that I don't have ROOM for all the crap I have. So I've ended up sticking all my breakies up on the entertainment center for the moment.



And stuffing all my books into two tiny bookcases. We still have about 10 boxes of books. I need more bookcases, but it's hard to find the kind that aren't made out of plywood and cardboard.



The new table looks pretty nice when I take the time to unbury it a bit.



Krys now has my desk, and his workspace is residing in our room.



This will eventually be my desk... I hope.



Totally random picture of my feet.



One of the things I liked about this apartment was all the cabinet room in the kitchen.



I thought to myself "I'll never be able to fill up all that space! It's awesome!" Then I opened four boxes and reality set in.



At least we're making progress?



Speaking of boxes, I apparently have a Garbage Phantom. (*sings* The Phaaaaaantom of the garbage chute is here... inside my mind....) It's kind of creepy, kind of funny, but mostly bizarre.



So, we are on the second floor, right? And our garbage goes in a garbage chute in the garage. But it's a little tiny thing, barely big enough for a garbage bag. Pizza boxes and whatnot are waaaay to big to go down. So if people can't fit their stuff down the chute, they just set it beside, like so:



(None of that is mine, by the by... that's all someone else's.)

Given that we are unpacking, I've been hauling loads of boxes down there daily. Thursday afternoon, I took three boxes down. One was a pizza box, one was a diaper box, and one was a small, flat moving box. Around 10pm, I opened the door to go take some more stuff out, and was accosted by the small box and the pizza box. Someone had taken them from the chute and brought them up the hall to lean them against my door.

Weird. I figured they got the address off of the pizza box and decided to be bastards about it. But why only the two? Why not all of them? Whatever.

Anyway, so Friday we went grocery shopping and I got a huge box of Eggos, because I freakin' love waffles. Waffles... mmmm... I put all the little packages in the freezer and ditched the box out by the chute. Then I went out to hang with Silver and Neko. Around 11pm, Krys called to tell me that someone had brought the Eggo box up from the trash and put it outside our door.



Now... NOW it was creepy. I was seriously weirded out. Was someone watching me take trash down? Were they trying to send me some sort of message? Disapproval of my eating habits, maybe? But the more I thought about it, the more amused I got. Who DOES that sort of thing? What manner of asshattery IS this? So, after taking all the other boxes down two sets of stairs to the huge dumpsters at the bottom of the garage, I decided to test the Garbage Phantom. I took a non-descript box:



... and made a big deal out of putting it out by the chute. So far there has been no returnage. If it ends up back on my doorstep, I think I'm going to write a note on it in marker and put it back out. :D

Really, though, that's about it. So I'm going to go play the Sims2. Bye!