The Chicago/salsa/moving chronicles

Holy cow I feel like I've been home for months! In fact its been 2 weeks... Here are some highlights of the great times I've had since being back. Check out Elizabeth being surprised by our appearance in Chicago... Karla's "dinner" which was bigger than her head. For the most part, it was whipped cream though.













My new super sexy power shoes which give me 4 inches. I hear you're only supposed to wear 2 inch heels for interviews but I don't care, they are hot.

And now some photos from our moving experience. Clearly a Toyota Tercel is the best choice for moving vehicle. It just has such a super huge capacity. That is my roomie Nicole behind the cage of papasan footstools.











And now to recount the drama that Karla experienced on moving day. She was loading her car with really well packed (ha) paperbags full of stuff while I was in the house. I heard a scream but never thought it would be Karla. She ran into the house and called for me and proceeded to tell me that there was a squirrel in the car. I said wait let me get my camera... and then ran out to the car hoping to get some good squirrel in car shots. Unfortunately I only got the tail end of this guy running away with none other than... get ready for it... a package of peanut butter crackers. It was the greatest thing I had seen in a long long time. All the cool stuff happens to Karla

Moving is fun. Here are some more super photos: our sleeping arrangement for two nights in Karlas room, the only room in the house with carpet. Also something fun that I found under my computer desk while sitting on the floor and typing due to the lack of chairs in the house.

Also a couple of pictures to illustrate what hard work salsa dancing is. Karla is showing off her dancing wounds, open blisters. And also shown here is the tragedy that is my dancing shoe. These shoes have faithfully served me for the past year and a half as a salsa dancing shoe. I am rather impressed by them because they had served as all purpose dress shoe for 3 years prior to that. I am currently contemplating if I should bring them to the cobbler for some heavy duty glue or just shitcan em... ah the dilemna.