Country Roads Take Me Home

It's official.

We’ve moved.

The best part? Husby and I no longer fight for space on our bed. I finally had an excuse to order from Ashley Brooke Designs. I’ve seen her work all over blogland and have entered contest after contest in vain in hopes of winning some notecards, invitations, heck, anything she’s touched!

So when our offer was accepted at the end of July, Husby and I began discussing a few important items.

Husby: Now, you understand that we’re going to have to save alot of money to pay for our new home.

H.I.T.: Of course! And, I know just who to use for our moving cards...

Husby: Moving cards?

H.I.T.: So everyone knows our new address, phone number, etc...

Husby: We can’t just e-mail everyone?

H.I.T.: NO!

Husby: Let the spending begin...

And so my love affair began. The process to create custom moving cards was quick and painless. Lady even e-mailed me back two weeks before she got married. Now that’s dedication.

Let’s ignore the fact that I am taking a month long hiatus over moving.

The end result? Perfection. Exactly what I envisioned but better. What do you think?*



Now if only I would share our BIG news already...

*Note: Image provided by Ashley Brooke Designs. Names, address, phone numbers, etc. were changed and chosen by Ashley Brooke Designs.

Where In The World Is H.I.T.?

I know how much you all love housekeeping details, so I won’t bore you with a Clarins surprise just yet.

Who am I kidding?

I really just want to keep you all in suspense so you actually read the entire post instead of just skipping down to the fun stuff.

Man have I been a promise breaker.

When I wrote this I promised that I would post at least twice a week. LIAR. I also promised to read all my dailies at least once a week. [cough, cough] Bullsh*t [cough, cough]. This must be how it feels to be president.

Here’s a promise even I can keep. I’m coming back!

Just not until December.

Yep, you heard me right. This NYC H.I.T. won’t be back until December 1st with her daily posting and readings. We move in two weeks and then it’s Thanksgiving…you get the picture. BUT, I did promise you some BIG changes at NYC Housewife-In-Training, and I do intend to keep that promise…

Let the anticipation begin.

Now the fun stuff. Remember when I wrote about Clarins new Multi-Active Day line and told you to become a fan on Facebook to receive a complimentary 15-day sample? No? Well quick, become a fan by Sunday, November 8th. All Clarins Facebook fans will receive a surprise indulgence.

Curious what it could be? Me too. Good thing I’m already a fan. Are you?

You Thought I Was Joking?

If you keep up with me on Twitter, chances are you’ve read about my obsession penchant for Entenmann’s Golden Holiday Cupcakes.

This liking may or may not have caused me to stalk shop at multiple grocery stores until I came across my first box of the season.

Three boxes later and I’m still not done.

You heard me, I said I’ve eaten three boxes of these bad boys and have no intention of stopping anytime soon. Don’t worry, I won’t gross your out tell you how I inhale eat them in four large bites.

And if you think I’m exaggerating, a picture never lies.

I just polished two this afternoon – cupcakes not boxes! – and am about to open my fourth box tomorrow. Wish me luck. After all, I’ll need all the luck I can get if I want to fit into my pants before Thanksgiving hits.

That’s my confession. What’s yours?

The One With the Present

Laying in bed:

[Husby rolls over to face his side of bed and farts]

H.I.T.: What was that?

Husby: What?

H.I.T.: You know exactly what I’m talking about…

Husby: Just a little present.

H.I.T.: Well that present better stay on your side of the bed.

Dear Thursday

I should have realized something wasn’t quite right when the plumber called me 15 minutes before he was due to say he would be an hour late. Two hours later we’re not only replacing our water heater, but it turns out we have to buy a second one in order to heat all the water in our new house.

You only went downhill from there.

Shortly after, I made my way to a new member meeting for the young women's league I joined. But not before I knocked on the door of the wrong woman’s house. She looked at me like I had five heads before pointing me in the right direction.

When I finally arrived, I was promptly put to work cooking pasta and cutting vegetables. The plan was to cook dinner for the local shelter.

I was immediately chastised for cutting the broccoli stems too short.

Apparently I am too “young” to remember the days when people ate the entire piece of broccoli. Well I guess those “young women” in the league are also older than my mom, who also doesn’t remember those days…

Thanks, Mom!

When my pasta was ready, I politely called out that I needed the sink. All parties moved aside and I lifted the lobster pot brimming with boiling water to the sink.

All parties but one.

Someone thought it would be smart to continue her work in the space I would need as well. Being as polite as possible, I tried pouring the water around her since saying, “Hey lady, can’t you see I’m about to pour out some hot water here?!” doesn’t really work in this situation.

Instead, it ended up on the front of my pants.

Talk about painful. Lesson learned - it takes, “OK, now I have hot water down my pants,” before said party finally moves out of your way.

Rather than help the injured person, these women proceeded to ignore the situation that just unfolded.* I guess when you’re so busy caring about the welfare of the needy in the community, you sometimes forget about the welfare of those around you.

Silly me.

After 15 minutes of cleaning up the mess I made (alone) while ignoring the searing pain in my legs, I high tailed it out of Stepford zombie land.

Another new member bites the dust.

Luckily, I only suffered first degree burns. Unluckily, I might be nursing some nasty wounds in some very sensitive areas.

Foolishly, I thought you would be finished after that, Dear Thursday.

Then you started raining, and dare I say, snowing. My niece told me she hated me, but then consoled my hurt legs with two pictures. Crisis averted. And just when I thought the drama was done for the evening, you went and took things up a notch.

The organizer of the morning’s event called to see how I was doing. I began thinking maybe these zombie women really are nice.

You sure had me fooled, Thursday!

It wasn't long before she mentioned the fateful words "to make sure you aren't suing," that I realized the true intent of her phone call. Ah, the naive newcomer.

So there you have it, Thursday. You managed to dash all hopes of my new community in one clean swoop.

Luckily, Friday is here to save you.

This morning, the swelling on my legs has gone down and we were just comped for some overpriced personal envelopes from Cartier that are now being sent to our new home. Looks like things aren’t so bad, after all.

Now if only you’ll teach me how to rid the world of those zombie Stepfords…

*One person did ask if I was OK a few times, but at this point I was so shocked by the surrounding women's behavior that I just told her I was fine so I could get out of there quicker.

Image from here.

The One With the Burps

In the car:

H.I.T.: You don't need a new iPhone! Your old one works perfectly fine.

Husby [burps.]

H.I.T. [burps back.]

Husby [burps louder.]

H.I.T. [begins swallowing air.]

Husby: Let's see what you got...

H.I.T. [burps]

Husby: That was gross. You're my wife. You aren't supposed to make sounds like that.

H.I.T.: I guess I win. No new iPhone.

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In other news, I'm in new homeowner hell. I promise not to bore you with the details just yet. Looking forward to catching up on blog reading this Friday!