Two Parents and A Truck

Tomorrow's the big day ya'll! I'm moving into my apartment. You've probably all been thinking about this all week. You're on pins and needles of excitement just awaiting the big day. You don't have to tell me. I know. Well, to whet your appetite for the fascinating anecdotes of riding freight elevators, opening boxes, and hanging pictures (seriously, guys, calm yourselves. I know, it's like Christmas Eve.), thought I'd share some photos of the Charlotte leg of the move. These photos are courtesy of my parents who are also now known as the world's best parents for handling everything on the Charlotte end.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the works of my mom, the photojournalist.

First up, the truck. Now, I'm not sure if it's blurry because my dad and the truck were in motion or because my mom was motion. Let's hope it was the latter for safety's sake. Or, perhaps it's blurry from the tears my mom was shedding over me moving away. No, that can't be right. My parents were really eager to help me pack up and move. Like, super eager. (just kidding)

I'm not entirely sure how all of this is going to fit in a studio apartment. The photo below actually shows about 1/4 of the stuff I currently have in a Budget truck outside. Unloading tomorrow should be interesting.

I told my parents that, since they're up here, they might as well just handle the DC side of the move too and can call me when it's over. My mom didn't think that was very funny. But, "go big or go home," amiright? (Except, please don't go home yet - I need help!)

There was one member of the family who was not very helpful. She was confused and frightened by the whole ordeal. Poor Gracie.

                                                 

 And here is evidence of a job well done. And I say "evidence" because it kind of looks like the crime scene of an episode of "Law & Order." I swear it looked way cuter and less depressing when I lived there.

Thanks to this wonderful crew (plus my mom, not pictured) for spending the morning loading up the truck. Yes, that is a "Wesley Crushers" t-shirt my dad is wearing. And, yes, it is from The Big Bang Theory. Bazinga.

Train Tunes

The only thing more important than making sure you're on the right train during your commute is to have the right tunes to listen to while on said train.

Scratch that, the MOST important part of the commute is to minimize contact with any surface. Also, always try to sit near someone who is reading the latest UsWeekly or People. (Who did wear it better? We're needed to make these important decisions, you guys. Here's a hint, 90% of the time, if the "star" in question is a "star" because her family has a reality show then, she most likely did not wear it better.)

But back to the tunes.

Here's the playlist I've been rocking on the 7 bus and the blue line train. Enjoy.

http://open.spotify.com/user/lindsaydec/playlist/0J4g4E01y3DKfotKOdzdMH

Home is Where the TV is...

You'll all be happy to know that my favorite Saturday afternoon tradition seems to translate well to my new locale. I'm pretty sure it can all be summed up with this picture.

A couch + a beer + a TV

Take Your Cam to Work Day

I now have two full days at the new job completed. So far, so good!

Today was a special day because it was Take Your Cam to Work Day. This is not yet a national holiday nor do any of my new co-workers know it exists. However, I'm 98% it's going to be a thing. The first day (er, yesterday), my desk/cubicle was very bland and begging me (as inanimate objects tend to do) for some decor and color. Unfortunately, most of my photos/frames/knick-knacks/etc. are boxed up in Charlotte. They will not be making their arrival until the end of the month. So, what's a girl to do?

Fortunately, there was one photo/frame not packed in a box. This may or may not be because I had, in a moment of genius, ordered a print of said photo from Snapfish and mailed directly to my sister's address. What is that photo you may ask? Oh, only the greatest photo of all time. It's a family portrait. And, by "family portrait," I mean, a photo of me, my sister, and Carolina Panthers' quarterback and football phenom, Cam Newton. (no offense, Mom and Dad and Pete)

In true super hero fashion, SUPERCAM was there to save the day from uninspiring decor.