Mission: seems sort of impossible right now.

I'm trying to get the internet back since we moved, and it's taking forever. I will conquer, however, and you will be once again subjected to all things DeeAura's brain and pictures that are actually from my life, not google. (yaaaaaaaayyyyy, the crowd goes wild with the anticipated fulfillment of said promise...)

Okay. Not ALL things. Just bloggy things. (I can't decide if I like that word or not..."blogggy." It sounds...sort of gross. I'm never using it again, I think.)

In the meantime, you may know the following tidbits:

you're welcome.

• I'm finally learning to sleep on more than just one side of the queen bed. I love it so much it might need a name.

• We ate our first dinner in our new apartment on a cardboard box after moving because it was just too much work to put the table together just yet. It's fun to play ghetto in a nice place. :) Actually, it's kind of fun to play ghetto anytime. But I digress. (only...not really because there's no REAL topic for this post now, is there?)

• I finished being crafty just yesterday and it makes me so happy now to walk into my room and see that hard work. I get cooler EVERY SINGLE DAY, kids. It's mind-blowing. :) Okay, so even if I'm the only one who thinks so, that's fine by me! Sometimes when I try to save money, I just regret it. But most of the time when I do it, it's just further proof of oh so thrifty SKILLS. :)

• I still haven't blogged about scripture journals. Don't think I'm not going to. Because I will. I say this because I'm fully aware every time you see a new post on my blog you almost die from the disappointment that I think there are better/funnier/cooler things to talk about than scripture journals. I'm aware there are not. (cooler things.)

• I keep finding new bruises from moving. I should get some kind of prize. I don't know why, but I think it would be neat if it worked that way.

• I have a half marathon to run in less than two weeks and I haven't gone running in a total of two weeks. I. am. going. to. die. I'm still running it, though. What kind of human being wusses out on a committment like that? NOT ME. gulp. Plus, I saw this really great 13.1 t-shirt the other day. I really want it. I can't wear it until I actually run it because that would be hypocritical. I'd feel like a liar mc-liarton every time I wore it. Therefore, I have to run the blasted half. * sigh *

• I get to work earlier since I moved farther away than I ever did when I lived a hop skip and a jump from my office. Explain that to me if you can. 

• Easter egg hunts with grown ups: HYSTERICAL. One word. I'm sure I'll blog about it, but just in case I don't just know there were grown men climbing on kitchen counters, blocking me from showers (I still got the egg, thanks very much. It does pay to be smaller than boys.) and some people may or may not have been locked outside on the balcony. ...oopsie... :) We also dyed Easter eggs. Some could argue we should be married and doing these things for the toddlers we have running around, but we aren't so we don't and that's why if you'd been a fly on the wall at our Easter dinner yesterday a whole new world would have been open to you. :)

The end.

Until the internet surrenders to my demands, that is...