Moving In...

So moving in was more work than I was anticipating. I thought I would have everything done on Saturday, which didn't happen. Then Sunday, I was determined to have everything done. Nope. Now I'm just getting what I can done each day before and after work. The only thing that is mostly done is the dining room. I still need my lamp from CB2, which I don't have the money to spend on it as of right now. I definately need over head lighting though, it's a bit dark during meals in there.

The kitchen doesn't have nearly enough space I have decided. I don't know what I was expecting in an apartment though. Origionally I thought I would have a box up extra stuff to save for my next kitchen, but so far that hasn't been an issue. It looks like I don't have anywhere to keep my tupperware, but that's it.

Our bedroom is a mess still. There are still bags of stuff/clothes not put away. Hopefully I can tackle those today. I still need to hang the fabric panels over the bed, and actually make the bed up with our new bedding. Ugh... so much to do.

So I tried to make dinner last night for the first time. I had romanticised our first real meal there, having it turn out perfect and making the entire apartment smell great. It was SO far from this. I kept finding things I didn't have while trying to prepare food I had never made before. I bought boneless chicken legs instead of breasts, because they were on sale, and they are NOT the same thing. I was trying to make stuffed chicken breasts/legs with artichokes, spinach, and mozzerella cheese. I still swear it wasn't cooked all the way through, but Jeff claims it was. During the coarse of the meal, I found out I didn't buy garlic powder, sugar, pot holders (that was a big one), a meat mallet, tooth picks, sponges, or bleach cleaning solution.

The oven and the George Forman Grill smelled funny the first time using them. I'm sure this will go away, but it was still yucky. My grilled yellow squash turned out too oily, and I didn't have the proper pot to cook my orzo in. I was so upset by the time I served dinner that I didn't want it anymore. It didn't taste good either. I might have been biased by that time though.

So I'm skipping out of work a bit early today to go buy several things that I don't have, and some new food for Lilly. She seems to be adjusting "ok." Not great. She isn't barking or destroying anything, knock on wood, but she just is hardly eating and drinking. She is starting to last night and today, but she hasn't gone potty more than once since we moved in on Saturday night. This isn't as fun as I was aticipating. At least not yet.