Monday, July 21, 2014

Monty Monday

This is one of the very last photos I have of Monty G in the Waylon House. When we said goodbye on Saturday I said to Mr. B, "I am so sad we don't have Monty here to take one last family photo outside!" 

It's not about photos though, it's about the crazy memories he brought to this house.  
He snuggled by the three sided fireplace all winter long, he counter surfed raw chicken wings and loaves of bread from the kitchen counters, he took every piece of wood off the woodpile outback, he napped in front of the front door where the tile was cool, he was well known around the neighborhood for the 100's of times he got loose, he looked forward to Mr. B dropping toys from the balcony, he chewed open a hot pink bottle of nail polish in the guest bathroom upstairs, he blended in with the carpet throughout the house, he got hyper every time he went in the basement, he laid at the top of the stairs for hours during the day, and he had a best friend across the street named Rudy. 

I remember the day we adopted Monty and brought him home. Naturally, he sniffed every detail and then ran upstairs. At the time he was 75lbs (he is now 100lbs ) and we thought it sounded like a horse running around. We weren't used to having a dog, let alone one that was nearly the size of a pony. 

We looked at each other and said, "What did we just do? This was a bad idea, huh?!"

Four years later, he's the most spoiled doodle in the universe and the one thing that made that Waylon House a home. We didn't know it that first day, but Monty was the best impulse decision we've ever made. 

I think he misses home. Although, he has no idea what's in store: a new house to explore. New smells, new friends, new walking trails, and new things to pee on.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Moving Advice

Moving sucks. There is no way around it. We both moved across the country, but this move was different. We actually had a house full of stuff to move, not just a microwave and a stack of photo albums from college.

A four bedroom house with a garage and basement means you have a lot of places to put stuff and all that said stuff needs to be moved with you.

We are not professional movers and never will be - refer to above photo. If that POD on the right doesn't send your anxiety into a tail spin, well then you aren't nearly as OCD as me. In the end, everything got packed and we certainly learned a few things in the process. Thought I'd share, for those of you going through a similar situation.

1. Do research and determine the best storage/moving device for you. There are a lot of options out there when it comes to moving - U-Haul, PODS, Storage Units, Moving Companies, ReloCubes, Your Parents Basement...and the list goes on. When Scott and I sold our house, the first thing we did was call around to get quotes. All of the storage units within a 30 mile radius were full (for the size we needed), so we went on waiting lists. Hiring actual movers was out of the question. We were nearly busting our budget for the new house, so we didn't want to fork out thousands of dollars for professional movers, no matter how much I begged tried. U-Haul would have been a great option for us if we knew we could load up the truck and drive it directly to the new house (we couldn't because it's not ours yet). Or if we had a storage unit to deliver it too. But that also means moving twice - once to the truck and then back out again when you get to the unit. No thank you, once is enough. So the best option for us was PODS. The initial conversation to discuss logistics, size, number of PODS, delivery location, delivery dates, etc was a little lengthy, but the rest was smooth sailing (and their website was very user friendly). They had a quote ready for me within minutes and although it was more expensive than a storage unit, convenience won in the end.

2. Pack/Prep everything ahead of time. Mr. B and I began packing our house three weeks prior to moving day. The first items we packed were those that we didn't need or use often - wall d├ęcor, winter clothes, basement storage, garage nonsense, spare closets, guest bedrooms, etc. The days leading up to the move included the more heavily used items - kitchen dishware, underwear drawer, and bathroom toiletries. We dedicated one room (the dining room) to boxes and another to large furniture (the living room). That way when the movers arrived, we had a plan in place. If your getting free help - don't waste their time. Every bit of organization, will make moving day that much less stressful.

3. Take large furniture apart. This is one thing we hadn't done ahead of time. Mr. B's dad was the first one to arrive on moving day. He quickly took a census of everything we had and when he saw the dining room table, he said, "Let's take that apart." He walked upstairs to my office and said, "Oh, we need to take that apart too." Large, awkward items store better when they are easier to maneuver. Mr. B looked at me and said, "He's done this before!" This leads me to my next comment...

4. Assign someone that is good at organizing in the POD/Storage Unit to arrange your belongings. If you know a person that has moved a few times, ask them to join you on moving day. More than likely they can be the person that organizes the PODS (storage unit), to ensure you are maximizing your storage space. Believe me, you may need to use every last inch of that space, so you better pack it right tight. This person can also be the one covering the large furniture and exposed items to protect them during the move. We had a bin full of extra sheets, blankets and towels that we set next to the POD for easy access. You'll want to do the same. If you don't have a linen closet full of extra linens, you may want to ask a friend if you can borrow their extra bath towels. U-Haul also offers blankets for rent, but I believe the fee is "per day." That could get ugly expensive, real fast.

5. Have food, water, and booze to keep your moving help happy. We had donuts and mimosas for the morning crowd and my uber kind mother in law brought a crockpot of sloppy joe's, chips, pickles and brownies for lunch. It was a hot and humid (what?!)  day here, so the women had to keep reminding the men to stay hydrated, by tossing waters to them about every 30 minutes. By the end of moving day, the boys were ready for celebratory beers. Cheers!

One step down, thirty more to go.

If you have more tips, share them in the comments section. Obviously, we need all the help we can get.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Monty Monday

Monty has a ruff life at his grandparents. Not. He has a big yard to romp around in. Endless toys to steal from his doggy-cousin. A pond to dunk his nose in. And even more people to love on him (some days). 

I think he likes it here.

Friday, July 11, 2014


"All she blogs about is moving."
That is an accurate statement. I plan to go back to my original blogging schedule, er wait I never had a blogging schedule, in the Fall. If you don't care about moving, boxes, or complaining, you are welcome to take a break from Camp Bores, until further notice.

The kitchen took two evenings to pack. I have been getting bursts of energy between the hours of 7:30-9:30PM. The packing paper moves effortlessly at those hours and by the end I fall into bed giggling with delirium. How can two people have this much stuff

Mr. B was on a work trip during those two nights and when he arrived home on Thursday at approximately 1:30AM, he woke me up to ask, "How do I get a drink of water? We don't have any cups?" I sleepily replied, "Get a bottle of water. The cups are packed!"

I certainly didn't want to be packing the fragile glass items during the middle of the move, so they needed to be packed ahead of time. Plus, drinking from the spigot is totally normal when you're 28 years old. Who needs cups?

I told my neighbors the other day that I was eating all of the non-perishables in my cabinets so I had less stuff to pack. They didn't think I was serious. I was. My diet this week has consisted of tuna, beets and sausage gravy. All out of a can.  Even our cabinets are full of stuff.

The pile of stuff I have to take to my in-laws just keeps growing in the guest bedroom. To the real Mr. and Mrs. B, I apologize in advance for the amount of stuff we will be hauling in the front door of your house. I am glad you plan to hide us in the basement.

And the cleaning supplies, well I won't let Mr. B pack them because I am already looking forward to bleaching this house before we go. I want the new owners to walk into a fresh clean house. Not a musty one, like it feels now. Why do boxes and furniture stacks have that effect? Everything feels cramped and dusty.

One of my favorite bloggers is going through a similar season right now. Only she has 5 children and one more on the way. Can you imagine? I almost feel guilty for complaining about this move. Her latest moving post says it best. My favorite line, "the beginning of moves.  there's such rhyme and reason, a place for everything.  and then, at the end, it's so crazy and willy-nilly that things just begin being thrown into boxes that make no sense and that you may very well never unearth again."

I couldn't have said it better. We were so organized at the start of packing. So much so, that Scott had me create a spreadsheet to log each of the boxes, the number associated with it, and all of the stuff inside each box. We've totally given up on the spreadsheet and rather than having boxes assigned to each room, we now have a keurig packed with the living room lamp shade, the bedroom TV remote, our winter hats, the stapler from my office, antlers from the guest bedroom, and all that extra toilet paper sitting under the sink. The boxes aren't numbered anymore and they are full of crap stuff from various rooms.

I can't wait to unpack all this stuff.

You can follow our move on my Instagram account or #BoresMove. Had I thought of this last night, the hashtag would have been #BoresStuff. Oh well, #hashtagfail

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Monty Monday

Buena Vista, Colorado
That's not Mr. B, that's my cousin, Seany, and his buddy Monty. I swear when Sean is in town, Monty doesn't know we exist. He basically wants Sean to feed him, play with him, walk him, and snuggle with him. So that's exactly what Sean does.
Thanks for being Monty's best friend when you're in town.

Come back soon so Monty can show you around his new house. There's a good chance he will be waiting for you at the front door. 

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Moving On

I have been quiet around here, real quiet. I even skipped a few Monty Monday posts. I promise, there hasn't been a shortage of photos taken, or words meant to be written, just a shortage of time.

We found a house. And when we aren't working, our lives are consumed with packing paper, endless rolls of tape, magic markers, brown paper boxes, and one anxious dog.

* * *

My cousin came for a visit a few weeks ago. Before leaving the house to pick him up at the airport, I decided to check Zillow. Thinking and hoping I would find a hidden treasure. A house that wasn't filtered in our daily email of new-house listings. A house that fit all of our criteria. A house that was in a good school district (planning ahead and no we aren't reproducing yet). A house that was near walking paths. A house in an established neighborhood. A house that didn't require $50K in renovations. And a house that we could eventually call our own.

I found a "new" listing as soon as I typed in Fort Collins, Colorado. The outside of the house caught my eye immediately, but we've learned that often times that means the inside of the house is falling apart. I started scrolling through the 22 photos available and called the listing agent. She said, "I just listed that house a few minutes ago, but we aren't showing until Thursday." It was only Tuesday.

The agent was being smart. She listed it early to build up interest. And already within minutes of listing it, I was all over it. How many others were going to find that same hidden treasure? #houseanxiety

I immediately text the link to Mr. B. He replied within minutes and said, "This is the one." We knew it two days before we even stepped inside.

So I emailed our agent and asked if she could set up an appointment on Thursday.

We showed up at the house that day and to no surprise, fell in love. We wanted to put an offer in that very second, but knew we needed to be strategic and go in with our strongest offer yet. They had two open houses scheduled for that weekend and planned to review all offers Sunday evening. We knew we were going to have a lot of competition, so we took that evening to review the market analysis, discuss our budget, get creative with our offering, and write a heartfelt letter to the sellers about why we wanted their home.

Our Realtor submitted our offer on Friday the 13th (June).

We held our breath and headed out of town on a family camping trip that weekend.

On Sunday afternoon, we drove a few miles to get phone reception. Texts and emails were flooding in from the two days prior, but the only message I was interested in was the one voicemail I had waiting for me. It was from our Realtor and said, "Call me, I think you guys are in the lead."

The sellers had five offers on the table. The letter we had written had won the seller's heart. Enough so that when a sixth offer was on it's way, they turned it down, because the wife had already made up her mind - us.

There were a few questions left outstanding that we needed to reply too and our Realtor said she'd call us in three hours with the news - hopefully good news.

At 7PM that evening, we pulled off on the side of the road in Buena Vista, and I had this email waiting for me:

With tears in our eyes, Mr. B and I hugged, clapped and may or may not have jumped up and down.

Captured after the tears and the clapping
There were a few hoops to jump through following that day, but we were officially under contract and had faith that the rest would work itself out.

The advice I received most throughout this house buying process was, "If it's meant to be, everything will fall into place." And they were right. The first two houses we put offers on were great houses, but looking back, they really weren't the best option for us.

There was something about this house that felt right from the beginning. The way I found it and the "holidays" associated with house-buying-milestones. We submitted our offer on one of the most superstitious days of the year. And the day we went under contract was a day shared with honoring both of our fathers (Father's Day). One father who has been a sounding board for us throughout this entire house buying process and the other watching over from above, whom I believe had a hand in making this house become ours. Not to mention, our new good luck charm, my cousin Seany. I think we need him around more often!

This house is awesome, yes, but you know we are even more excited about? We don't have to live in a 500 square foot apartment or our 19 foot box on wheels, permanently.

Fifteen more days  until this lovely home is ours. Well, legally. We won't actually be moving in until August. Keep sending us good vibes, that everything continues to go smoothly. 
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