Over the weekend I went to the bachelorette party of my oldest friend, Rachel. We were friends back before we had boobies and learners permits. She lives all the way up in San Luis Obispo (6-7 hours from me) so I rarely get to see her, but when I do we have a blast.

We had a combined bridal shower/bachelorette party so we could give her fun gifts for her honeymoon (wink wink). I got her a bride robe for the morning of her wedding

We played some bachelorette party games and if you follow me on instagram (my name is terasue) then you know that I won…

we had some drinks in the hotel room.

Our mamas of the group spent some time ironing everything and showing off their cute little baby bumps .

The bride looked lovely in her veil and sparklies

and we had a lot of fun out around the town (but those photos stay off the blog )

Until I get myself settled (I’m still not unpacked. This busy/lazy girl needs to get to work this weekend) I thought I would share another story with you about the day I had yesterday.

I was working from home while I waited for the cable guy to come install the eyesore of a dish that was to be placed on my balcony. When I heard a knock on the door I hopped up with delight, daydreaming of all the TLC and Lifetime shows that were about to be watched. When I made it to the laminate tile in my entry way I hit a slick spot and before I knew it my butt had escaped my skirt and my legs were up in the air.

Knee skinned and face beet red, I sat for a minute trying not to think about the fact that the cable guy had definitely heard me eat shit. I realized then that I was sitting in Emma’s puke. I took a deep breath and tried not to laugh (because people falling is THE most hilarious thing in the world to me…even when it’s me that fell) and opened the door for the cable guy like nothing had happened, wiping dog puke from my knees and hands while his back was turned.

Turns out I can’t have a dish on my patio because it is facing the wrong way. We can use the internet while we are flying in the clouds, but heaven forbid I should have a North facing apartment balcony. I called the company to see about getting a refund and the conversation with the first man I spoke to ended with me saying “sir, you are really pissing me off. I need to speak to someone other than you, please”. In the end when the lady he transferred me to asked if I wanted a second opinion I said “no thank you. I don’t want cable anymore. It’s too much work.”

To destress I went to see Cabin in the Woods (pretty good movie). I didn’t realize it was taboo to wear a dress to the movies, but some lady “whispered” to her husband about how I was “all dressed up” for the movies. I guess they frown upon dresses and heels in Oceanside. All in all I’d say it was a pretty great day.

It is taking me an obnoxiously long time to settle into my new life. I look around with excited eyes. Ideas for my new decor are running wild, but my lazy ass is glued to this couch watching the same movie over and over because I can’t bring myself to set the laptop aside and pop in a new one. I’m still “borrowing” internet for the time being because life is unlivable if I do not have blogs to read and hulu to watch.

I finally peeled myself away from the couch tonight to get cereal for dinner. When I realized I didn’t know where the spoons were it was too late. I frantically searched while I could hear the cereal getting soggy. I contemplated drinking the cereal or scooping it into my mouth with a cup I dug out for wine two nights ago when I realized there was a box of plastic spoons right next to my bowl.

I’m a mess. I’m sad, I’m lonely, I feel sorry for myself and the dust from the boxes is making my left eye swell.

I need to get my ass in gear. I want to invite friends over and have a clean craft space that makes this move worth it. No more feeling sorry for myself. I will get back on track if it kills me. If I have to wear an eye patch for the rest of my adult life.

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I was moving back to my hometown. After four nightmarish days I am finally in my new place! Even though it was the WORST move I’ve ever experienced filled with a moving team that showed up late, traffic galore, sending the movers home without a single box unloaded, realizing that I lost my debit card while standing at the cash register trying to make a purchase, and trying to finish cleaning/clearing things out of the old place with a flash light because I had my power shut off too early, it feels good to be home.

I am an experienced mover having done this at least 13 times in the past 10 years. I created a diagram to show you a visual map of my journey.

This doesn’t include the places I lived with my parents. Though they are a little more stable than I am, they are also nomads. They may deny it, but I’ve also lived in parts of Southern California called Poway, Mira Mesa, Rancho Bernardo, etc. and my mom has been talking about buying a different house for years. I think we just get antsy staying in one place for too long, but the point of moving back to San Diego County was to settle down and plant my roots.

Having just turned 30 I’ve been thinking about where I want to raise children. Though hanging out with the perfume drenched “bro bros” of Burbank at our favorite place to drink booze was charming for a while, I want my kids to be near my friends and our families.

There are things I will miss about LA. I started my career there and made some great friends there, but SD is my home and I realized this more than ever as I was beginning my house hunt. I realized I didn’t want to buy a condo and be stuck in a place that I really didn’t want to be for the next ten years.

So here’s to planting my roots (for now) in a city I am eager to re-explore!

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I will share some photos once I settle in. I’m really excited about this place. It’s not just a box with walls like most of my other apartments .

I mentioned in my birthday party post that my dad had built a zipline. Everyone was so excited to try this thing and yet they all tried it one time, then never again. I decided to make a video to show you why.

From my perspective:

zipline of death from Tera Sue on Vimeo.

From my dad’s perspective:

Please take note that my mom is freaking out, screaming things like “OH GOD!” and “ARE YOU OK?!”, but my dad is laughing so hard he’s shaking the camera (before he knew if I was alright). I have to admit that I’ve watched this video over and over and I can’t stop laughing either.

I also love how Lance goes charging down the hill after me like he’s coming to save me.

It’s difficult to get the full effect because I look like a little speck when I hit the bottom, but I was violently thrown from the seat, lost my awesome video camera hat, and now have bruises on my legs. This time I had gloves on as well because the first time I went down I thought I had lost a finger or three for sure.

The camera rig

The weight lifting gloves that saved my fingers from amputation and the scarf that totally matches my get up.