When Greg and I got married on May 29, 2005, many people gave us many wonderful gifts. We used some of the gifts, but lots of them were packed away for when we had our own house. I already had a set of hand-me down dishes, and most of what we needed for our apartment, so we decided to wait on opening the nice stuff that we had registered for.
On May 29, 2008, our third anniversary, I started unpacking our gifts. The kitchen is ready, so we are setting that up while we wait on the carpet and unpacking upstairs. It's been so much fun to open boxes and find things we forgot we had.
One thing I didn't forget was my popcorn. I've been called a popcorn snob more than once--I won't eat microwaved popcorn, only stove-popped. And I only buy Amish red or ladyfinger popping kernels at that--no Orville Redenbacher for me! Made the right way (light on the oil) popcorn is a healthy and cheap snack, and I can eat it every night of the week. Last spring, my usual supplier stopped carrying Amish kernels for a few months and I went crazy. Greg finally ordered me a box of twelve bags online. I didn't get through all of them before we moved, so we took a few bags to New Jersey and put the rest in storage. My New Jersey rations gave out long before Christmas, and both my sister and our friends the Mulhearns can attest that I nearly cried when I opened their gifts to me and found Amish popping corn. Those bags disappeared quickly, so I was thrilled when I unpacked the stored bags. They already have a spot of prominence in the pantry.
I've been slowly working my way through the boxes, trying to get stuff organized for when we have places to put it. One thing I've realized is that we have a lot of junk. For example, there is a box in the basement labeled "Bobble Heads." Greg promises me he will weed his collection down to only Philadelphia teams.