Sometimes I have a hard time thinking about what to write in my blog. I enjoy reading other people's blogs, but it seems like they all either have more fascinating lives than I do, or the things I think of to write about will likely incriminate or offend someone I am close to, or my friends have kids- and I don't. It seems that the world wants to read about (or at least write about) babies- and I just don't have them right now (which is okay by me).
However, this afternoon I was trolling around on some blogs I read (and read so much more regularly- who loves google reader?!?!), and i found a picture of a friend's child in a large box on Christmas. And as I looked at it I thought, "oh kids- how they love sitting in large boxes, so entertained" and then I laughed to myself because I did just that with a package I got just a week ago.
I had asked for a jewelry armoire for Christmas (which is more or less an un-necessary piece of furniture, but one I wanted anyway AND btw, i filled it), and my mom told me that she'd get me one, but that I should probably just pick it out myself. So, she scoped out the fliers and gave me some tips, and 2 Wednesdays ago I took myself to the mall and bought one (and got it loaded into my car by a woman who had to have played for the wnba). That night Dallas carried it up the 2 flights of stairs to my room and I unpacked it- leaving me with a very large cardboard box in my bedroom. And I did what any other 28 year old would do.... I yelled to my sister to come in and sit in it with me, and Dallas took our picture.
We may not be as cute as a 1 year old (thanks Rachel, for the inspiration), but it was pretty fun.
I carried the box down to the garage within a day or two, and just last night broke it down and put it out for the recycling... it was sad to see it go...








