For the record, there is a point where multitasking goes from being epic and awesome to being just plain asinine.
Lesson learned.
Today, while pacing about restless and teetering in between super hyper and delirious from exhaustion, I decide to buckle down and get a couple of things done simultaneously.
Sadly, I chose a collection of things that should never be grouped together.
I decided to take a bubble bath. That's really the root of all my problems. My weakness. My kryptonite. I F*ing love a hot bath.
Simple enough, you say? Plenty of things that can be done in a bath, eh? Oh how poorly you know me.
I drew myself a bath, found my emergency bar of chocolate, and headed to the bathroom. As I approached the bathroom threshold it occurs to me, clearly I should take this opportunity to finish up season 6 of Buffy. Yep. That's totally a sound plan. You know what computers love? Humidity. Humidity and wet little fingers. This is totally NOT the reason why my track pad doesn't work properly. Nope. Not at all.
So I pack up my already wonky computer, put on the Buffy, and once again prepare to get in the tub. That's when it hits me. A stroke of genius. Like a bolt of lightning it came to me from the heavens, whispered by angels: LittleFoot, sew something...
Yeah.
I know. I can hear you laughing at me already.
I can't justify it other than to say in my delirious and weakened state it seemed like the greatest idea ever conceived.
I gathered up my sewing stuff. Set up my sewing machine on a chair, taped the foot pedal to the side of the tub so that I could press it with my arm, got my fabric, pins and settled in.
The first sign that this may not have been the most sound of plans (aside from the smudgy chocolate fingerprints that were rapidly coating my entire universe) was and almost unnoticed splash sound from my right hand side. I looked over, and to my horror realized that I had dropped my little container of sewing pins into the bubbly depths. Do you know how precarious it is trying to blindly pick up super sharp little daggers out of a bubble bath with virtually no visibility?
Yeah. I do....now
Things went from bad to worse as the project progressed. I pinned my dress right side to wrong side and sewed it together. Possibly due to the exhaustion, probably due to having absolutely no working space. I dropped the pins several more times. Sometimes into the tub, other times onto the floor. I mashed buttons on my computer with wet and/or chocolatey hands. I managed to dislodge my foot petal and knock it into the tub as well. But still I trudged on, refusing to admit this was anything less than a brilliant plan.
And then do you know what happened Dear Friend? Can you guess? I looked at the material running through my hands, headed for the machine and thought, that's funny, I remember this being lighter...both in color and in weight...
Yeah. So wet. Totally soaked. I should have known this would happen. I should have seen it coming. At no point, in this life or the next, should I have thought that this was a good plan. And yet, I found myself here, in a bubble bath that was probably full of straight pins, trying to sew wet material together, working the foot pedal with my elbow. I could not have looked more insane. And so finally, FINALLY, I admitted defeat.
So for the record, if you are ever looking for things to do while taking a bubble bath, because, you know, for whatever reason the bath itself is just not enough for you, remember this tale. And more than that, remember the lesson: never try to operate a sewing machine from the bathtub. It is so not a good plan. Not at all.
On that note, I am taking some sleeping pills and going to bed. Clearly my brain is broken. Hopefully tomorrow I'll have better judgement. :P
I miss your face Dear Friend. I hope you're hanging in here with me. Talk to you soon.
Song of the day for Monday:
Song of the Day For Today:
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Last Weekend.
Last weekend I had a great many plans. Some of them came to fruition, some of them did not. All in all though, it was pretty awesome.
Friday evening I picked up my new cabinet. It is AWESOME, for the record. I spent a good part of the night cutting my fossils down to CD sized cubes and organizing them inside of it. It felt soooo good to finally be making progress on that project, believe you-me.
Saturday the plan was thrifting, followed by crafting with lady C. I somehow managed to get yet another flat tire, Friday evening. There was in fact, a big fat screw stuck in it, mocking me. So I got up extra early and went and got my tire fixed. I ran through all of my Saturday morning rituals with a spring in my step, got my coffee for free at Starbucks since the girl at the drive through forgot to enter my order in the computer (This happens to me, literally every time I go to this Starbucks!). C was late, soooo late, lol, so we got off to a late start. Most of the stuff was already pretty thoroughly picked through, but sometimes that's just the way it goes.
She got a chair and a mirror and I got some frames, and a strange champagne-like glass to keep my makeup brushes in. I also picked up some bathroom furniture to help de-clutter the area under the sink. We had sushi for lunch, picked up some nails, some sheet metal, some fabric, and paint before heading home.
She painted and re-covered her chair, I painted my bathroom furniture, and we worked on various other crafts for the rest of the night. All in all, it was pretty productive.
Sunday I was supposed to go hiking with T, but that fell through. I didn't check with the forest service until late Saturday night/early Sunday morning and that spot, and you know, every other one in existence, was closed due to bear attacks. So lame. We tried to work out another plan, but it was 102 with 70% humidity so anything in the valley was out of the question due to the weather and everything else was out of the question due to bears, fire, or flooding. We abandoned our plans for another day.
Instead I took care of house stuff. I went grocery shopping, trimmed the dogs nails, scrubbed the floors, all that good stuff. I made a dress, or at least most of one. I still have to do some of the finishing on it. Hems and the like, but for the most part it's done.
That's it. That's just about all I know. I miss your face, Dear Friend. Lots and lots. Hope you're well. <3
Friday evening I picked up my new cabinet. It is AWESOME, for the record. I spent a good part of the night cutting my fossils down to CD sized cubes and organizing them inside of it. It felt soooo good to finally be making progress on that project, believe you-me.
Saturday the plan was thrifting, followed by crafting with lady C. I somehow managed to get yet another flat tire, Friday evening. There was in fact, a big fat screw stuck in it, mocking me. So I got up extra early and went and got my tire fixed. I ran through all of my Saturday morning rituals with a spring in my step, got my coffee for free at Starbucks since the girl at the drive through forgot to enter my order in the computer (This happens to me, literally every time I go to this Starbucks!). C was late, soooo late, lol, so we got off to a late start. Most of the stuff was already pretty thoroughly picked through, but sometimes that's just the way it goes.
She got a chair and a mirror and I got some frames, and a strange champagne-like glass to keep my makeup brushes in. I also picked up some bathroom furniture to help de-clutter the area under the sink. We had sushi for lunch, picked up some nails, some sheet metal, some fabric, and paint before heading home.
She painted and re-covered her chair, I painted my bathroom furniture, and we worked on various other crafts for the rest of the night. All in all, it was pretty productive.
Sunday I was supposed to go hiking with T, but that fell through. I didn't check with the forest service until late Saturday night/early Sunday morning and that spot, and you know, every other one in existence, was closed due to bear attacks. So lame. We tried to work out another plan, but it was 102 with 70% humidity so anything in the valley was out of the question due to the weather and everything else was out of the question due to bears, fire, or flooding. We abandoned our plans for another day.
Instead I took care of house stuff. I went grocery shopping, trimmed the dogs nails, scrubbed the floors, all that good stuff. I made a dress, or at least most of one. I still have to do some of the finishing on it. Hems and the like, but for the most part it's done.
That's it. That's just about all I know. I miss your face, Dear Friend. Lots and lots. Hope you're well. <3
Motivation. Sleep. And Other First World Problems.
Motivation: it seems that I have lost it. Somewhere. Amidst the sticky July weather.
I have no drive.
I have many plans. Great things that I want to get done. But instead all week I've been watching the minutes tick by, focused on how little time I have between now and when the semester starts, and how much stuff I still want to do. The two feel incongruent.
All that looking forward nonsense can be really dangerous. At least for me. Because in order to see what's coming up I have to take my eye off the present. And then things just seem to unravel. That's the problem I'm having right now.
Or at least that's the first part of it.
The second part is that all the stuff I really want to do just plain isn't an option right now. I am just itching to get out of the house and adventure somewhere. However, between the monsoons, fires, and the bears everything is lying just out of reach. Which is lame.
I continue to make plans to go adventuring, but between the weather forecast and the National Forest Service list of park closures, I never seem to get out of the house. It's literally sucking the life right out of me.
That brings us to tier three of LittleFoots' Summer Fun Meltdown 2012. I cannot for the life of me stay awake. Ugh. Between being trapped in the house and the general lack of motivation, every time I sit down I fall asleep. More than that, I sleep fitfully. Waking every couple of hours and roaming aimlessly about the house. Tiding up here and there, maybe cleaning the baseboards or scrubbing the walls, before stumbling back to bed. It is torture.
The good news is, that the end is in sight. I just have to survive these first few weeks of early August and before I know it I'll be back in school. *Hooray!*
Song Of the Day is by Warren Zevon:
I have no drive.
I have many plans. Great things that I want to get done. But instead all week I've been watching the minutes tick by, focused on how little time I have between now and when the semester starts, and how much stuff I still want to do. The two feel incongruent.
All that looking forward nonsense can be really dangerous. At least for me. Because in order to see what's coming up I have to take my eye off the present. And then things just seem to unravel. That's the problem I'm having right now.
Or at least that's the first part of it.
The second part is that all the stuff I really want to do just plain isn't an option right now. I am just itching to get out of the house and adventure somewhere. However, between the monsoons, fires, and the bears everything is lying just out of reach. Which is lame.
I continue to make plans to go adventuring, but between the weather forecast and the National Forest Service list of park closures, I never seem to get out of the house. It's literally sucking the life right out of me.
That brings us to tier three of LittleFoots' Summer Fun Meltdown 2012. I cannot for the life of me stay awake. Ugh. Between being trapped in the house and the general lack of motivation, every time I sit down I fall asleep. More than that, I sleep fitfully. Waking every couple of hours and roaming aimlessly about the house. Tiding up here and there, maybe cleaning the baseboards or scrubbing the walls, before stumbling back to bed. It is torture.
The good news is, that the end is in sight. I just have to survive these first few weeks of early August and before I know it I'll be back in school. *Hooray!*
Song Of the Day is by Warren Zevon:
Friday, July 27, 2012
Song Of the Day for Wednesday!
Now, I think we are all aware that I just can't stand Adele. Just. Can't. Stand. It.
Not at all.
Anyway, your post the other day got me thinking, and I stumbled across this which made me think of you. So, this is for you Dear Friend, because I love you THIS much.
Life lessons everywhere.
Oh Dear Friend, it's been a long, long (strange) week hasn't it? I'm stuck here, muddling through inventory (the most dreaded time of the year), praying that time continues to pass at a constant rate and that this icky-ness is continually getting farther and farther away from me.
I have so many projects to share with you, and so many pictures to post, but right now I am just dog tired. Damn dog tired. Beat down from a long, long week of counting things. Meticulously. One. By. One.
So instead I'm just going to take the easy path, post you some songs and tell you I miss your face.
Also, I ran over a screw today and got a flat tire. Then I came home to find a BIG, fat, (thankfully) dead cockroach on the floor in my immaculate hallway.
Sick.
Idiot.
And that, that my friend, is why I have cats.
You're my favorite person of life. On that note, I'm going to bed. Sweet dreams Dear Friend. Don't go crazy without me okay? <3
I have so many projects to share with you, and so many pictures to post, but right now I am just dog tired. Damn dog tired. Beat down from a long, long week of counting things. Meticulously. One. By. One.
So instead I'm just going to take the easy path, post you some songs and tell you I miss your face.
Also, I ran over a screw today and got a flat tire. Then I came home to find a BIG, fat, (thankfully) dead cockroach on the floor in my immaculate hallway.
Sick.
Idiot.
And that, that my friend, is why I have cats.
You're my favorite person of life. On that note, I'm going to bed. Sweet dreams Dear Friend. Don't go crazy without me okay? <3
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
This is a test
Of the emergency broadcast system...brrrrreeeeeeepppppppprrrrrrrkkkkkrrrr!!!!!
Yeah...
You know that sound. That horrible scull scratching, teeth against your bones noise that the emergency broadcast system makes? The one that gets broadcast every time there's a weather warning? Me too.
Intimately.
Yesterday I was exhausted. I came home and fell asleep on the couch again. (This seems to be a theme...) Anyway, I feel asleep. I was dreaming peacefully, the dog was asleep on my feet, the cat was asleep on my back, and then it happened.
*BBRRRRRRREEEEEEEEPPPPPRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKRRRRR* !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I shot up off the couch, launched into reality from my peaceful dream world, eyes darting around in confusion.
And then I located the source of the noise.
My PHONE.
Seriously. My phone. With a severe weather warning for Maricopa County.
Okay, I thought. That was weird. I turned off the notification and went back to sleep.
*BBRRRRRRREEEEEEEEPPPPPRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKRRRRR* !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, I am yanked fromst my slumber by the Terrible Noise. My phone, again, has an update on the previous warning.
At this point, I am totally confused. I have downloaded exactly 0 apps, since my phone is, by all accounts, far too complicated for me as it is. Why the heck is it giving me weather updates?
It takes me the better part of the hour to figure out where my settings are. I scroll through looking for emergency notifications or whatever to turn off the sound, but I don't find anything. Nothing. Nada.
However, the bad weather broke, and I figured that would be the last of it.
Oh how wrong I was.
I continued to receive 'severe weather' notifications and updates throughout the night. The last one came in a 3:44 am.
I know you're wondering why I didn't just turn my phone off, and the answer is that it's also my alarm clock which makes turning it off counter productive.
I drug myself into work, exhausted and irritated. I grabbed my coffee mug and stumbled to the cafeteria, eyes mostly closed. I stopped dead in front of the coffee machine. Rubbed my eyes. And then I saw it.
"Out of Order, decaf only"
Noooooooooooooooo! I fell to my knees, lifted my arms to the heavens and let out the most guttural war cry I could muster....Or at least that's what I should have done. In reality I slunk back to my desk, head down, heart heavy.
An extensive period of googling began. How can I turn off these dang alarms? Nothing, nothing on the whole of the internet was helpful to me. I lay my head on my desk in defeat.
What I did learn from my extensive googling is that the stupid alerts are part of my 'service' package. Psh. It's ARIZONA. There is no weather here that merits that kind of noise. None. If I lived in tornado country, fine, but I don't. I don't deserve this kind of harassment.
I called my dad, at last admitting defeat, and let him take over the issue. He spent 45 minutes on the phone with our provider trying to figure out how to turn them off to no avail. In the end he found the solution online. I won't know until later tonight if it worked, but I'm cautiously optimistic.
Now if you'll please excuse me Dear Friend, I'm going to go pass out from exhaustion. Lots of Love.
Yeah...
You know that sound. That horrible scull scratching, teeth against your bones noise that the emergency broadcast system makes? The one that gets broadcast every time there's a weather warning? Me too.
Intimately.
Yesterday I was exhausted. I came home and fell asleep on the couch again. (This seems to be a theme...) Anyway, I feel asleep. I was dreaming peacefully, the dog was asleep on my feet, the cat was asleep on my back, and then it happened.
*BBRRRRRRREEEEEEEEPPPPPRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKRRRRR* !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I shot up off the couch, launched into reality from my peaceful dream world, eyes darting around in confusion.
And then I located the source of the noise.
My PHONE.
Seriously. My phone. With a severe weather warning for Maricopa County.
Okay, I thought. That was weird. I turned off the notification and went back to sleep.
*BBRRRRRRREEEEEEEEPPPPPRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKRRRRR* !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, I am yanked fromst my slumber by the Terrible Noise. My phone, again, has an update on the previous warning.
At this point, I am totally confused. I have downloaded exactly 0 apps, since my phone is, by all accounts, far too complicated for me as it is. Why the heck is it giving me weather updates?
It takes me the better part of the hour to figure out where my settings are. I scroll through looking for emergency notifications or whatever to turn off the sound, but I don't find anything. Nothing. Nada.
However, the bad weather broke, and I figured that would be the last of it.
Oh how wrong I was.
I continued to receive 'severe weather' notifications and updates throughout the night. The last one came in a 3:44 am.
I know you're wondering why I didn't just turn my phone off, and the answer is that it's also my alarm clock which makes turning it off counter productive.
I drug myself into work, exhausted and irritated. I grabbed my coffee mug and stumbled to the cafeteria, eyes mostly closed. I stopped dead in front of the coffee machine. Rubbed my eyes. And then I saw it.
"Out of Order, decaf only"
Noooooooooooooooo! I fell to my knees, lifted my arms to the heavens and let out the most guttural war cry I could muster....Or at least that's what I should have done. In reality I slunk back to my desk, head down, heart heavy.
An extensive period of googling began. How can I turn off these dang alarms? Nothing, nothing on the whole of the internet was helpful to me. I lay my head on my desk in defeat.
What I did learn from my extensive googling is that the stupid alerts are part of my 'service' package. Psh. It's ARIZONA. There is no weather here that merits that kind of noise. None. If I lived in tornado country, fine, but I don't. I don't deserve this kind of harassment.
I called my dad, at last admitting defeat, and let him take over the issue. He spent 45 minutes on the phone with our provider trying to figure out how to turn them off to no avail. In the end he found the solution online. I won't know until later tonight if it worked, but I'm cautiously optimistic.
Now if you'll please excuse me Dear Friend, I'm going to go pass out from exhaustion. Lots of Love.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Pft. Sundays.
Sunday I woke up with a bug in my bonnet and a productivity itch I just could not seem to scratch.
I woke up and cooked myself a big ass, fancy-pants breakfast. I cleaned the bajesus out of the house, in my stripper heels no less.
(I've been more or less regulated to flats since I broke my foot a couple of years ago, and I need to re-learn how to walk in them. Seems to me 7in heels are the natural solution.)
I cleaned the cat box, and decided I needed more cat litter so off I went to the grocery store. I picked up some more produce, some cookie dough, and said cat litter, paid and went to the car. I backed out of my parking space and was about to put the car in drive when I saw it:
An enormous white car. Backing. Straight. Into. Me.
(Actually, it was not so much enormous in actual size as it was in metaphorical size. It seemed to loom over my like the foot of a giant, waiting to squash me. In reality, it was just a car-sized car)
I panicked. My little heart nearly stopped, and my hands somehow failed to shift my car into drive. Instead, in a last ditch effort to avoid the collision, I honked my horn. Now, this may not seem like a big deal, but I've used my horn, in all seriousness, probably about 5 time over my ENTIRE DRIVING CAREER. It's just not something I do. At any rate, the car hit me anyway. Not so much hit, really, as gently rolled, into the drivers side of my car.
My car wasn't really hurt, I mean, it has a dent in it, but it's not very big. Their car was fine, and the girl who was driving was very young, very freaked out, and super apologetic. That's all I could really ask for. So we went home.
I'm not so much irritated that my car got hit, not really irritated at all I guess. (I know I have backed into my fair share of cars over my driving career, particularly in the early years.) It just left me wondering, why is it always my car that gets hit? I get hit by cars way more than anyone else on this planet. Often while I'm either stopped in traffic, parked, or simply going about my business. I once got T-boned in rush hour, when I wasn't even in an intersection. How she made it across 3 lanes of traffic and managed to hit me, I'll never know. I'm just that person. The one who gets hit by cars. I guess. :/
I woke up and cooked myself a big ass, fancy-pants breakfast. I cleaned the bajesus out of the house, in my stripper heels no less.
(I've been more or less regulated to flats since I broke my foot a couple of years ago, and I need to re-learn how to walk in them. Seems to me 7in heels are the natural solution.)
I cleaned the cat box, and decided I needed more cat litter so off I went to the grocery store. I picked up some more produce, some cookie dough, and said cat litter, paid and went to the car. I backed out of my parking space and was about to put the car in drive when I saw it:
An enormous white car. Backing. Straight. Into. Me.
(Actually, it was not so much enormous in actual size as it was in metaphorical size. It seemed to loom over my like the foot of a giant, waiting to squash me. In reality, it was just a car-sized car)
I panicked. My little heart nearly stopped, and my hands somehow failed to shift my car into drive. Instead, in a last ditch effort to avoid the collision, I honked my horn. Now, this may not seem like a big deal, but I've used my horn, in all seriousness, probably about 5 time over my ENTIRE DRIVING CAREER. It's just not something I do. At any rate, the car hit me anyway. Not so much hit, really, as gently rolled, into the drivers side of my car.
My car wasn't really hurt, I mean, it has a dent in it, but it's not very big. Their car was fine, and the girl who was driving was very young, very freaked out, and super apologetic. That's all I could really ask for. So we went home.
I'm not so much irritated that my car got hit, not really irritated at all I guess. (I know I have backed into my fair share of cars over my driving career, particularly in the early years.) It just left me wondering, why is it always my car that gets hit? I get hit by cars way more than anyone else on this planet. Often while I'm either stopped in traffic, parked, or simply going about my business. I once got T-boned in rush hour, when I wasn't even in an intersection. How she made it across 3 lanes of traffic and managed to hit me, I'll never know. I'm just that person. The one who gets hit by cars. I guess. :/
Saturdays
Saturday all the stuff that's been cluttering up my house got picked up.
I had to be out of the house for most of the day as a result, so the dog and I went to my dads to hang out for a while. We watched some antiquing show, a strange one, Obscura or something like that, which was fun. I love hanging out with my Dad, I really do. But after a while I started to feel restless. My legs started itching for things to do and I had to head out.
I left the dog with Dad and just drove. I drove and drove and drove some more. I drove down through San Tan, where I had some tasty gelato. I headed down and around, through Florence and stopped in to have lunch with a friend. I drove up through Superior, over the bridge, and around to Globe. I stopped a couple of times to take some pictures, but mostly I just drove.
It was
SO.
Lovely.
The sky was the bluest shade of blue and dotted with big puffy white clouds. Said clouds were casting big puffy, dark shadows all over the place and I amused myself driving through them. I took some video for you, hopefully I'll get it uploaded one of these days. It's not particularly stunning, but it made my day so I thought I'd share it.
When I tired of driving I went back to my Dads, we hung out for a while, and then I picked up the dog and headed home.
I amused myself for the rest of the night with various crafting projects from my to do list and the obligatory cleaning.
I had to be out of the house for most of the day as a result, so the dog and I went to my dads to hang out for a while. We watched some antiquing show, a strange one, Obscura or something like that, which was fun. I love hanging out with my Dad, I really do. But after a while I started to feel restless. My legs started itching for things to do and I had to head out.
I left the dog with Dad and just drove. I drove and drove and drove some more. I drove down through San Tan, where I had some tasty gelato. I headed down and around, through Florence and stopped in to have lunch with a friend. I drove up through Superior, over the bridge, and around to Globe. I stopped a couple of times to take some pictures, but mostly I just drove.
It was
SO.
Lovely.
The sky was the bluest shade of blue and dotted with big puffy white clouds. Said clouds were casting big puffy, dark shadows all over the place and I amused myself driving through them. I took some video for you, hopefully I'll get it uploaded one of these days. It's not particularly stunning, but it made my day so I thought I'd share it.
When I tired of driving I went back to my Dads, we hung out for a while, and then I picked up the dog and headed home.
I amused myself for the rest of the night with various crafting projects from my to do list and the obligatory cleaning.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Friday, friday.
Well Dear Friend, I've survived yet another week.
I finally got the hang of this smart phone business. (And by that I mean I've learned how to call and text [without wanting to kill myself] and really, that's all that matters.)
Dad came by work this morning to see me. We were supposed to have lunch, but it didn't work out that way. He had meetings and I over slept, so instead he brought me cupcakes and some super fantastic jars to keep my fossils in. My dad's so awesome.
In other news, the boxes of stuff are getting picked up tomorrow, or at least I hope they are. I checked and double checked every square inch of this house to make sure I got every last scrap of stuff washed, folded, packed, and labeled. Hopefully that will expedite this whole process and we can all just be done with it. (God, I'm so beyond ready to be done with it!)
I dyed my hair again today. It's pretty damn red, but I think I'm still going to go red-er. We'll see. I'm waiting to see how dramatic the fading is. P.S. - you should totally dip dye your hair like we talked about. It would look soooooo awesome.
I'm supposed to be camping tomorrow night up north and hiking all day Sunday, but it looks like that's probably not going to happen due to fire restrictions (Oh my god, everything is closed! So gay!) So I'm planning my own adventure for the time being, and you know, hoping thing work out as originally planned.
Tomorrow during the day I'm heading out adventuring as well since I need to vacate the house so said aforementioned stuff can be collected. I was hoping someone would want to scurry around new mountains with me, but it seems like this is the weekend to get out of town so all my hiking buddies are away. Lol. Oh well, I think I'm going to head out to somewhere new on my own. Can't stand the thought of wasting the day, and I'm not about to loiter about the city waiting for my house to be mine again. No thanks! Besides, I rather like doing things on my own.
Well Dear Friend, I think that's all I know. I miss you terribly, I wish you were here, but I'm glad things seem to be improving to some degree on your end, even if it's only a very little bit.
Love and stuff. From me to you.
Song of the Day is Kimya Dawson!
Also, can I just say how intensely happy this song makes me? That joy just pours out from the very core of me every time it comes on? Yep. Totally.
<3
I finally got the hang of this smart phone business. (And by that I mean I've learned how to call and text [without wanting to kill myself] and really, that's all that matters.)
Dad came by work this morning to see me. We were supposed to have lunch, but it didn't work out that way. He had meetings and I over slept, so instead he brought me cupcakes and some super fantastic jars to keep my fossils in. My dad's so awesome.
In other news, the boxes of stuff are getting picked up tomorrow, or at least I hope they are. I checked and double checked every square inch of this house to make sure I got every last scrap of stuff washed, folded, packed, and labeled. Hopefully that will expedite this whole process and we can all just be done with it. (God, I'm so beyond ready to be done with it!)
I dyed my hair again today. It's pretty damn red, but I think I'm still going to go red-er. We'll see. I'm waiting to see how dramatic the fading is. P.S. - you should totally dip dye your hair like we talked about. It would look soooooo awesome.
I'm supposed to be camping tomorrow night up north and hiking all day Sunday, but it looks like that's probably not going to happen due to fire restrictions (Oh my god, everything is closed! So gay!) So I'm planning my own adventure for the time being, and you know, hoping thing work out as originally planned.
Tomorrow during the day I'm heading out adventuring as well since I need to vacate the house so said aforementioned stuff can be collected. I was hoping someone would want to scurry around new mountains with me, but it seems like this is the weekend to get out of town so all my hiking buddies are away. Lol. Oh well, I think I'm going to head out to somewhere new on my own. Can't stand the thought of wasting the day, and I'm not about to loiter about the city waiting for my house to be mine again. No thanks! Besides, I rather like doing things on my own.
Well Dear Friend, I think that's all I know. I miss you terribly, I wish you were here, but I'm glad things seem to be improving to some degree on your end, even if it's only a very little bit.
Love and stuff. From me to you.
Song of the Day is Kimya Dawson!
Also, can I just say how intensely happy this song makes me? That joy just pours out from the very core of me every time it comes on? Yep. Totally.
<3
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Mama Said.....
Today, Dear Friend, I went adventuring after work with some friends. We scrambled around the tops of mountains and then sat and watched the sun set from the top of the world. I came home with every intention of dyeing my hair, but instead I took a long bath and read some Neruda (The Captain's Verses), which was lovely.
S is apparently coming to pick up the last 20 or so boxes of stuff this weekend, which I am very excited about, and then, you know, all will be right with the world. *happy dance*
In other news, I bought some kettle bells to start strength training (though they haven't arrived yet), I'm thinking about buying a good mountain bike, and my dog has turned into the slobby-est, most snuggle-y cuddle monster you could possibly imagine.
Song of the day:
S is apparently coming to pick up the last 20 or so boxes of stuff this weekend, which I am very excited about, and then, you know, all will be right with the world. *happy dance*
In other news, I bought some kettle bells to start strength training (though they haven't arrived yet), I'm thinking about buying a good mountain bike, and my dog has turned into the slobby-est, most snuggle-y cuddle monster you could possibly imagine.
Song of the day:
Sometimes I think my heart could burst.
Oh Dear Friend, it's been such a strange and glorious week here in the desert. I am so full of intense, and at times conflicting emotions, that I feel my heart could burst clear out of my chest. I am, in fact, almost positive, that if I put your hands to my chest you would be able to feel this crazy kaleidoscopic mash of energy rolling around inside of me.
I miss you so much. So much more this week than usual for that matter. I know that's at least partially because we've just crossed the anniversary of your move, but a lot of it I think, is that our lives are undergoing such immense and sort of parallel evolutions right now. I don't know. Sometimes our lives seem so linked it's hard to imagine that you're all the way across the country. Sometimes I forget I can't just show up at your door.
At any rate, I'm teetering in between full blown euphoria and a panic attack. Everything seems so wonderful, and new, and suddenly available to me that I just want to weep. To curl up and let this new and beautiful world crash over me. I'm sure it's some kind of processing error, but I'm grateful that it's a happy error rather than a sad one.
I don't know Turtle. I don't know anything. Just that I miss you. That I'm feeling a whole lot of everything right now. And that I think, maybe that we should run away. Possibly to join the circus. I'm not sure what we could do there, but I am confidant in your ability to talk us into a job and our mutual ability to learn anything we put our minds to in no time. We could so totally pull it off.
I miss your face. Love and stuff.
Me.
I miss you so much. So much more this week than usual for that matter. I know that's at least partially because we've just crossed the anniversary of your move, but a lot of it I think, is that our lives are undergoing such immense and sort of parallel evolutions right now. I don't know. Sometimes our lives seem so linked it's hard to imagine that you're all the way across the country. Sometimes I forget I can't just show up at your door.
At any rate, I'm teetering in between full blown euphoria and a panic attack. Everything seems so wonderful, and new, and suddenly available to me that I just want to weep. To curl up and let this new and beautiful world crash over me. I'm sure it's some kind of processing error, but I'm grateful that it's a happy error rather than a sad one.
I don't know Turtle. I don't know anything. Just that I miss you. That I'm feeling a whole lot of everything right now. And that I think, maybe that we should run away. Possibly to join the circus. I'm not sure what we could do there, but I am confidant in your ability to talk us into a job and our mutual ability to learn anything we put our minds to in no time. We could so totally pull it off.
I miss your face. Love and stuff.
Me.
I miss your face.
I know, I already posted this elsewhere, but as this is sort of a record of...you know, life since you went away I'm posting it here for posterity's sake.
I miss you terribly. Love and stuff. <3
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Working 9 to 5.
Or, you know, 6 to 3. Whatever.
Yesterday was a relentlessly brutal day. R helped me get stuff out and solve problems, but census was really high over the weekend and everyone was a little irritable. Myself included. And people just kept finding my rawest nerves and poking them. In the end though, it was alright. I've had far worse days. I've been far more frustrated. So I punched out and left it all behind.
I headed home, made some chow, and put on Earth Girls Are Easy, because really? Is there anything better after a long, long Monday?
I finished eating, worked on my quilt some, and then promptly fell asleep on the sofa. I woke up around 7:30, fully aware that I had just seriously screwed up my sleep schedule yet again.
*le sigh*
I finished the front side of my quilt, and since the back half is going to have to wait until next payday, I started on a second quilt (a lap quilt for the dog) since I happened to have another jelly roll bundle on hand. I stayed up past midnight in an attempt to make up for the nap I took earlier, but it didn't exactly even out. Instead I woke up several times during the night, paranoid that I was going to over sleep. When my alarm finally went off I hauled myself out of bed and got through my morning routine.
The first clue that something was amiss was when the dog refused to wake up. She smacked her lips at me when I tried to wake her up and attempted to lick me without having to open her eyes, which I thought was really odd since she's normally up before me, pacing around, waiting for food. Eventually I managed to rouse her, and we headed out for our morning walk. I opened the door and it was daaaaaark out. Really dark. Like dead of night dark. At first I thought, 'wasn't it light out this time yesterday?' then 'maybe it's just getting light out later and I didn't notice' or 'maybe there's really heavy cloud cover'. I went back inside, fed the critters and left for work. It wasn't until I was pulling out of my complex that I looked at the car clock.
3:10 am.
*facepalm*
I don't know what happened, Dear Friend. The most reasonable solution is that at some point, while I was fitfully sleeping, I must have gotten up and fiddled with the alarm clock thus screwing up the time reading. It was right when I went to bed. It was really, really wrong when I woke up.
Normally I have alarms set on my phone which would have alerted me to the fact that the alarm clock was off. Of course, I left my phone on top of a mountain Saturday, so there was nothing to alert me to my mistake before I left the house.
I headed back home and tried to fall back asleep. This was a terrible plan. I knew this was a terrible plan. Never, ever go back to bed once you're up and moving around. That's a sure fire way to make sure you're tired and cranky all day. But I did it any way. The dog curled up with her head on my chest and we drifted in and out of sleep for the next hour. Then we got up and went through all the morning stuff all over again.
It was so super lame.
Now I am beyond exhausted. I failed to eat my breakfast simply because I was too tired to chew it. Do you know how tired one has to be for chewing to be too much work? Because I do. It's this exhausted. *points to face*
So now I've got to muddle through my day, go get a new phone, and pray to whatever powers may be that I can get my sleep schedule sorted out asap. Wish me luck.
Song of the day!
Yesterday was a relentlessly brutal day. R helped me get stuff out and solve problems, but census was really high over the weekend and everyone was a little irritable. Myself included. And people just kept finding my rawest nerves and poking them. In the end though, it was alright. I've had far worse days. I've been far more frustrated. So I punched out and left it all behind.
I headed home, made some chow, and put on Earth Girls Are Easy, because really? Is there anything better after a long, long Monday?
I finished eating, worked on my quilt some, and then promptly fell asleep on the sofa. I woke up around 7:30, fully aware that I had just seriously screwed up my sleep schedule yet again.
*le sigh*
I finished the front side of my quilt, and since the back half is going to have to wait until next payday, I started on a second quilt (a lap quilt for the dog) since I happened to have another jelly roll bundle on hand. I stayed up past midnight in an attempt to make up for the nap I took earlier, but it didn't exactly even out. Instead I woke up several times during the night, paranoid that I was going to over sleep. When my alarm finally went off I hauled myself out of bed and got through my morning routine.
The first clue that something was amiss was when the dog refused to wake up. She smacked her lips at me when I tried to wake her up and attempted to lick me without having to open her eyes, which I thought was really odd since she's normally up before me, pacing around, waiting for food. Eventually I managed to rouse her, and we headed out for our morning walk. I opened the door and it was daaaaaark out. Really dark. Like dead of night dark. At first I thought, 'wasn't it light out this time yesterday?' then 'maybe it's just getting light out later and I didn't notice' or 'maybe there's really heavy cloud cover'. I went back inside, fed the critters and left for work. It wasn't until I was pulling out of my complex that I looked at the car clock.
3:10 am.
*facepalm*
I don't know what happened, Dear Friend. The most reasonable solution is that at some point, while I was fitfully sleeping, I must have gotten up and fiddled with the alarm clock thus screwing up the time reading. It was right when I went to bed. It was really, really wrong when I woke up.
Normally I have alarms set on my phone which would have alerted me to the fact that the alarm clock was off. Of course, I left my phone on top of a mountain Saturday, so there was nothing to alert me to my mistake before I left the house.
I headed back home and tried to fall back asleep. This was a terrible plan. I knew this was a terrible plan. Never, ever go back to bed once you're up and moving around. That's a sure fire way to make sure you're tired and cranky all day. But I did it any way. The dog curled up with her head on my chest and we drifted in and out of sleep for the next hour. Then we got up and went through all the morning stuff all over again.
It was so super lame.
Now I am beyond exhausted. I failed to eat my breakfast simply because I was too tired to chew it. Do you know how tired one has to be for chewing to be too much work? Because I do. It's this exhausted. *points to face*
So now I've got to muddle through my day, go get a new phone, and pray to whatever powers may be that I can get my sleep schedule sorted out asap. Wish me luck.
Song of the day!
Monday, July 16, 2012
Wait a minute, what happened to Thursday?
Apparently I wrote you a note, but didn't give you a song. My bad! Here you go Sunshine. Miss your face.
Song for a dreamy Saturday.
Saw this video and for some reason, thought of you, Dear Friend. Lots of love.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Terms of EnRampagement and Other Things.
Oh Dear Friend, the heavens are clearly smiling on me these days.
Yesterday was a great day for no apparent reason. I worked my butt off all day. I picked up Oscar from ET's house. I went to the art store, I got some supplies, and I got my crafty jam on.
I'm not really particularly happy with anything I made last night, but I'm also not unhappy with it either. Kind of neutral I guess. But regardless, it was really just fantastic to sit down and work on something by myself. I think that I may need to lay off the purple though. Lol. My whole dang house is going to be purple at this rate! I'm also, for whatever reason, really embracing my girly side, which is strange and somehow foreign to me. I didn't even really notice I was doing it until I stood back and looked at the transformation my life has undergone over the course of the past couple of weeks and thought, oh my god, when did you become this much of a girl? Who knew?
Anyway, today I'm going to work with melting some crayons and a quote by Tolstoy and see what comes out of it. This weekend I'm going to clean out the hall closet and figure out what to do with all the boxes of stuff taking up space in my bedroom once and for all.
Life just seems to be coming together for me right now. All of the pieces suddenly fit and I am so grateful for my life and the things I've managed to do thus far.
I also watched/listened to most of season 2 of Archer (because, seriously, Terms of EnRampagement? Greatest. Thing. Ever. Also...'bear claw!! *eating noises*') I baked some cookies. Knitted a hat for a friend, and I cleaned out the air vents. So no complaints here.
I miss you so much. So so so much. I think about you, you know, most all of the time now and I wish there was *something* productive I could do to make this icky transitional period easier for you. Just shout at me if you think of something okay? I'm aching to be helpful and productive. ;) Lots of Love Dear Friend. Lots of Love. From me to you.
Yesterday was a great day for no apparent reason. I worked my butt off all day. I picked up Oscar from ET's house. I went to the art store, I got some supplies, and I got my crafty jam on.
I'm not really particularly happy with anything I made last night, but I'm also not unhappy with it either. Kind of neutral I guess. But regardless, it was really just fantastic to sit down and work on something by myself. I think that I may need to lay off the purple though. Lol. My whole dang house is going to be purple at this rate! I'm also, for whatever reason, really embracing my girly side, which is strange and somehow foreign to me. I didn't even really notice I was doing it until I stood back and looked at the transformation my life has undergone over the course of the past couple of weeks and thought, oh my god, when did you become this much of a girl? Who knew?
Anyway, today I'm going to work with melting some crayons and a quote by Tolstoy and see what comes out of it. This weekend I'm going to clean out the hall closet and figure out what to do with all the boxes of stuff taking up space in my bedroom once and for all.
Life just seems to be coming together for me right now. All of the pieces suddenly fit and I am so grateful for my life and the things I've managed to do thus far.
I also watched/listened to most of season 2 of Archer (because, seriously, Terms of EnRampagement? Greatest. Thing. Ever. Also...'bear claw!! *eating noises*') I baked some cookies. Knitted a hat for a friend, and I cleaned out the air vents. So no complaints here.
I miss you so much. So so so much. I think about you, you know, most all of the time now and I wish there was *something* productive I could do to make this icky transitional period easier for you. Just shout at me if you think of something okay? I'm aching to be helpful and productive. ;) Lots of Love Dear Friend. Lots of Love. From me to you.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Song for A Tuesday Morning.
Lots of love Dear Friend. I hope your morning is (as) lovely (as possible). *hugs*
Monday, July 9, 2012
*HAPPY DANCE*
MY LEASE IS FIXED!!!!
I'm going to let that sink in with you for a minute....
My.
Lease.
Is.
Fixed.
I am so eternally grateful that this was resolved before any major leasing issues arose that I don't even know what to do. Cartwheels? Jumping jacks? Jazz hands? Who knows!
*Squeeee*
Thank you so much!
Song of the Day!
I'm going to let that sink in with you for a minute....
My.
Lease.
Is.
Fixed.
I am so eternally grateful that this was resolved before any major leasing issues arose that I don't even know what to do. Cartwheels? Jumping jacks? Jazz hands? Who knows!
*Squeeee*
Thank you so much!
Song of the Day!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Absence of fear
I totally forgot all about this song until I stumbled across this CD in a box of stuff from 9th grade today. Ugggghhhhh, it's just my faaaaavorite. Come roll around in it's mush-mouthy loveliness with me, will you?
Song of the day! Hooray!
Song of the day! Hooray!
Weekends!
Why do weekends seem to fly by so quickly? *Sigh*. It seems somehow unfair, but I guess I've always struggled with the concept of time.
Yesterday I went adventuring with an old friend. We climbed mountains. We collected things. We went out to the desert. We walked around old buildings. We made ceviche for dinner. And I stumbled home as the sun was coming up with a full heart, happy, and grateful for...so many things.
I also made some progress on getting my lease issues resolved (insert joyful jig here), but like all things in life it was two steps forward, three steps back. I feel like, with all the notes I've had them put in my file detailing what needs to be done and what the situation is, that if something comes up they could at least pull my file and READ what's in there. But maybe that's just me asking too much of people again. At any rate, it will get fixed, one way or the other. I still haven't totally decided what I'm doing. I guess I'm waiting to see how this part of it plays out, but as it stands right now I'm at least semi-committed to moving. For a variety of reasons, none of which are particularly important.
Today I'm going adventuring on my own. I'm going to climb to the top of a mountain with the dog to watch the sun set. It's been decided. I am very excited about it. I think Emery is excited about it too. She's been feeling a little neglected lately, and extra snuggle-y.
In other news, I've lost just over 8 pounds in the last two and a half weeks, which puts me just four pounds away from where I want to be. I am pretty psyched about that. I have made a prioritized list of things I want to do this summer, and I'm working my way through it at a pretty good pace. If I can keep my my momentum I think I'll get everything checked off, which would be sooooo cool. I have Friday plans this coming week, and Saturday I'm going to try to get up north for a hike. That's about all I know.
I miss your face. You know, most all of the minutes, of all of the days. I hope things there are getting easier, if not better just yet. Let me know when you get a free weekend okay? And we'll plan the trip to end all trips. Your my favorite, you know. Lots of love Dear Friend, Lots of Love.
Yesterday I went adventuring with an old friend. We climbed mountains. We collected things. We went out to the desert. We walked around old buildings. We made ceviche for dinner. And I stumbled home as the sun was coming up with a full heart, happy, and grateful for...so many things.
I also made some progress on getting my lease issues resolved (insert joyful jig here), but like all things in life it was two steps forward, three steps back. I feel like, with all the notes I've had them put in my file detailing what needs to be done and what the situation is, that if something comes up they could at least pull my file and READ what's in there. But maybe that's just me asking too much of people again. At any rate, it will get fixed, one way or the other. I still haven't totally decided what I'm doing. I guess I'm waiting to see how this part of it plays out, but as it stands right now I'm at least semi-committed to moving. For a variety of reasons, none of which are particularly important.
Today I'm going adventuring on my own. I'm going to climb to the top of a mountain with the dog to watch the sun set. It's been decided. I am very excited about it. I think Emery is excited about it too. She's been feeling a little neglected lately, and extra snuggle-y.
In other news, I've lost just over 8 pounds in the last two and a half weeks, which puts me just four pounds away from where I want to be. I am pretty psyched about that. I have made a prioritized list of things I want to do this summer, and I'm working my way through it at a pretty good pace. If I can keep my my momentum I think I'll get everything checked off, which would be sooooo cool. I have Friday plans this coming week, and Saturday I'm going to try to get up north for a hike. That's about all I know.
I miss your face. You know, most all of the minutes, of all of the days. I hope things there are getting easier, if not better just yet. Let me know when you get a free weekend okay? And we'll plan the trip to end all trips. Your my favorite, you know. Lots of love Dear Friend, Lots of Love.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Happy Days.
Spent the night hanging out with good friends. Tomorrow I'm going out hiking with others. Finally starting to check all those fun time adventures off my to do list.
Miss you terribly.
Song of the Day:
Miss you terribly.
Song of the Day:
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Song for a Thursday-Friday
Cat Power is like a big fluffy bed, I just want to stay wrapped up in it forever, pretending the world is perfect and new.
Friday! Oh wait, no. Not Friday at all.
Oh Dear Friend, I begrudgingly woke up today. I hauled myself out of bed and off to work. I did my morning time things. I drank my coffee. And then, then Dear Friend, the clouds parted and a light shone down from the heavens above. Sweet doves cooed, 'It's Friday!' into my ears, and slowly but surely I gave into the sweet sweet sound.
I floated around through my day. My feet barely touching the ground. All things went my way. I found $20 on the ground. Everyone I passed in the halls was friendly and kind. By the time I was punching the clock to leave I had made all sorts of ridiculously adventurous weekend plans. I shouted goodbye to R, and then it happened.
He said, 'see you tomorrow!'
And I stopped.
Dead.
In.
My.
Tracks.
Damnit.
Thursday!!!
Nooooooooooo!!!
Ugh. Time is unkind sometimes. I keep telling myself it's an illusion, but somehow that never quite manages to make a Thursday into a Friday. On the bright side though, my day really was lovely.
Even after the working day had ended and my Friday dreams had come to a close, things still went pretty well. I made some progress on my end of the lease dilemma, I got new bedding and re-decorated the bedroom. It's still not perfect, but it's at least not the heart of darkness any more. I cooked myself a lovely dinner, watched a musical and now we're all headed out for a nice long walk before bed. So I suppose, for a Thursday it was pretty lovely.
I miss you terribly. Please, in all seriousness, please feel free to come home for a weekend just to you know, get away from all that. I miss you terribly and it would be great fun. Great, great fun, to just roll around in how awesome we are and forget the rest of the world. Sweet dreams Dear Friend. Lots of Love.
I floated around through my day. My feet barely touching the ground. All things went my way. I found $20 on the ground. Everyone I passed in the halls was friendly and kind. By the time I was punching the clock to leave I had made all sorts of ridiculously adventurous weekend plans. I shouted goodbye to R, and then it happened.
He said, 'see you tomorrow!'
And I stopped.
Dead.
In.
My.
Tracks.
Damnit.
Thursday!!!
Nooooooooooo!!!
Ugh. Time is unkind sometimes. I keep telling myself it's an illusion, but somehow that never quite manages to make a Thursday into a Friday. On the bright side though, my day really was lovely.
Even after the working day had ended and my Friday dreams had come to a close, things still went pretty well. I made some progress on my end of the lease dilemma, I got new bedding and re-decorated the bedroom. It's still not perfect, but it's at least not the heart of darkness any more. I cooked myself a lovely dinner, watched a musical and now we're all headed out for a nice long walk before bed. So I suppose, for a Thursday it was pretty lovely.
I miss you terribly. Please, in all seriousness, please feel free to come home for a weekend just to you know, get away from all that. I miss you terribly and it would be great fun. Great, great fun, to just roll around in how awesome we are and forget the rest of the world. Sweet dreams Dear Friend. Lots of Love.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Independence Day
Well, this was by far the best 4th of July in recent memory. I am not a big fan of the 4th of July it always brings out the more extreme sides of patriotism and religiosity, neither of which I am a very big fan of.
Today however, was nothing like that.
It was raining when I woke up and the temperature stayed right around 80 all day. The humidity was totally worth the grey skies and the cloud cover. I headed over to my Dad's for, you know, fun times on the 4th of July. I got there and found the house empty. Apparently my sister was sick and had canceled, and dad had stepped out to the store. He came home shortly thereafter and we sat around trying to figure out what to do for the day.
After some discussion we decided to go antiquing! Awesome plan. We had just a ridiculous amount of fun. I picked up some new display boxes for my fossils, and we got a better idea of the kinds of things that are out there that would work well for displaying them. We came home and had a cook out, and talked about our vacation plans for the next year. It sounds totally average, but it was really, really spectacular.
As I type this I can hear the fireworks going off, so I'm assuming the cloud cover broke, at least a little bit. So I'm going to go run outside in my bare feet to stare up into the night sky and pretend I'm a kid again. On that note, song of the day, please forgive me for this, is Independence Day by Martina McBride because when I was a little girl this was my best friends favorite song. We listened to it ad nauseum, and to this day I cannot un-associate the holiday with it. *laughs* So play along with me for a minute will you?
Lots of love Dear Friend, Lots of love.
Today however, was nothing like that.
It was raining when I woke up and the temperature stayed right around 80 all day. The humidity was totally worth the grey skies and the cloud cover. I headed over to my Dad's for, you know, fun times on the 4th of July. I got there and found the house empty. Apparently my sister was sick and had canceled, and dad had stepped out to the store. He came home shortly thereafter and we sat around trying to figure out what to do for the day.
After some discussion we decided to go antiquing! Awesome plan. We had just a ridiculous amount of fun. I picked up some new display boxes for my fossils, and we got a better idea of the kinds of things that are out there that would work well for displaying them. We came home and had a cook out, and talked about our vacation plans for the next year. It sounds totally average, but it was really, really spectacular.
As I type this I can hear the fireworks going off, so I'm assuming the cloud cover broke, at least a little bit. So I'm going to go run outside in my bare feet to stare up into the night sky and pretend I'm a kid again. On that note, song of the day, please forgive me for this, is Independence Day by Martina McBride because when I was a little girl this was my best friends favorite song. We listened to it ad nauseum, and to this day I cannot un-associate the holiday with it. *laughs* So play along with me for a minute will you?
Lots of love Dear Friend, Lots of love.
July 3rd.
Tuesday was...long. I woke up with stars in my eyes and a million fun things planned, and well, it was basically all downhill from there. Lol.
Ah, life.
Anyway, due to forces beyond my control I didn't get any of the things on my list done, nor did I get my girls night out, but the world also didn't end and my house is still clean, so I guess in the scheme of things it was still a win.
I did, however, figure out how the little wooden birds I have stuck to my wall (see photo below) keep ending up on the ground. (Mittens) So at least the day wasn't a total loss. I'm adding 5 pound adhesive tape to the back of them as we speak, so hopefully that will keep them on the wall and deter the cats.
I'll leave you with some photos Dear Friend. Totally uninteresting ones of the birds in my hallway. :) Miss your face.
Ah, life.
Anyway, due to forces beyond my control I didn't get any of the things on my list done, nor did I get my girls night out, but the world also didn't end and my house is still clean, so I guess in the scheme of things it was still a win.
I did, however, figure out how the little wooden birds I have stuck to my wall (see photo below) keep ending up on the ground. (Mittens) So at least the day wasn't a total loss. I'm adding 5 pound adhesive tape to the back of them as we speak, so hopefully that will keep them on the wall and deter the cats.
I'll leave you with some photos Dear Friend. Totally uninteresting ones of the birds in my hallway. :) Miss your face.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Leases, Life, and Love.
Well, I tried to renew my lease today, but failed miserably. I hit an unanticipated roadblock and to be honest, I don't have a lot of faith that it will get resolved quickly. As a result I'm meeting with my dad tomorrow so that we can figure out what we need to do to get things moving in the right direction. Luckily for me, my dad is awesome, and I know he'll help me find a quick solution.
This whole mess has been a really strange experience for me. One which really made me question my entire life up until this point and where exactly my life was/is going. And truthfully, I have no idea what I've been doing. More than that, I have no idea why I was even doing it, or what tied me to a life that made me so profoundly unhappy - other than perhaps a bizarre sense of duty and a refusal to admit defeat. Maybe I was just waiting to see how the narrative played out. Maybe I'm just oblivious, maybe it's as simple as that. Maybe I legitimately didn't notice my own unhappiness in much the same was I never noticed that purple was my favorite color, or that I love elephants. I don't know. I'm not really sure. And more than that, I'm not sure it really matters.
Will understanding it really serve me in any fashion?
What I am sure of is that these past couple of weeks (save maybe the early, frustrating part of today and the first couple hours of that first long night) have been such a tremendous blessing. I feel somehow whole and new again. The house is actually spotless and beautiful and once again mine. The ants are gone, the mystery smells are gone, and everything is in its place. My heart is huge and swollen with gratitude for all of the things I have in this life. All of the things that I've worked so hard for. All of the things I've been able to accomplish. And all of the love I have in my life.
Well, the dog and I are going to play dress up. Then we're going to put some new pictures up around the house. As promised I'll take some photos of the paint swatches for you, and some pictures of the house itself tomorrow when the light is good.
I've got the middle part of this week off because of the holiday so tomorrow night I'm putting on my best dress and hitting the town. And that My Dear, is all I know.
Lots of love to you Dear Friend. You're my favorite, and as always, thanks for being so awesome.
This whole mess has been a really strange experience for me. One which really made me question my entire life up until this point and where exactly my life was/is going. And truthfully, I have no idea what I've been doing. More than that, I have no idea why I was even doing it, or what tied me to a life that made me so profoundly unhappy - other than perhaps a bizarre sense of duty and a refusal to admit defeat. Maybe I was just waiting to see how the narrative played out. Maybe I'm just oblivious, maybe it's as simple as that. Maybe I legitimately didn't notice my own unhappiness in much the same was I never noticed that purple was my favorite color, or that I love elephants. I don't know. I'm not really sure. And more than that, I'm not sure it really matters.
Will understanding it really serve me in any fashion?
What I am sure of is that these past couple of weeks (save maybe the early, frustrating part of today and the first couple hours of that first long night) have been such a tremendous blessing. I feel somehow whole and new again. The house is actually spotless and beautiful and once again mine. The ants are gone, the mystery smells are gone, and everything is in its place. My heart is huge and swollen with gratitude for all of the things I have in this life. All of the things that I've worked so hard for. All of the things I've been able to accomplish. And all of the love I have in my life.
Well, the dog and I are going to play dress up. Then we're going to put some new pictures up around the house. As promised I'll take some photos of the paint swatches for you, and some pictures of the house itself tomorrow when the light is good.
I've got the middle part of this week off because of the holiday so tomorrow night I'm putting on my best dress and hitting the town. And that My Dear, is all I know.
Lots of love to you Dear Friend. You're my favorite, and as always, thanks for being so awesome.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Today,
Dear Friend, today the dog and I hung out. We scrubbed the rest of the carpets, we played fetch, and went for a long walk in the park. We danced and sang and had a jolly ol' time.
I also got the fridge cleaned out, went grocery shopping, made a new cat box (one that matches my new walls no less), and finished decorating the rest of the house. I went and bought a new ink cartridge for my printer with the intention of printing out some pictures for my new frames, but discovered my print head is broken and so the printer won't print red. So lame, but not the end of the world either. For now I hung the empty frames up on the walls to get an idea of how the house is coming together.
It looks damn good. Better than it ever has, that is, except for the bedroom.
I clearly need to invest some time into decorating my bedroom, because the rest of the house looks soooo nice, and the bedroom is just so...lack luster. Part of the problem is that it is now home to the 40,000,000 boxes of unclaimed stuff, and part of the problem is that I've never really at any point in my (adult) life invested much time or energy into decorating my bedroom. It's almost a foreign concept. It serves a specific function and that's been the extent of it. Now it's starting to feel like the sad, dark underbelly of the apartment, so I'm going to have to do something about it.
In other news, I still haven't figured out what mailbox is mine. I know, I know, I really need to get on that, but going into the office always fills me with such dread. I know they're super nice and everything is always just fine, but it's never pleasant to have to go in there and say 'um, hi. I've been living here for like, 4 years, but I have no idea what mailbox is mine. Could you look it up for me? Thanks.' o.O Not fun.
I never did find the inside part of the dogs fluffy bed, or the keys to my new (and thankfully still empty) fire safe my dad gave me. I filled the dog bed cover with an old comforter, so that takes care of that problem, but I'm not sure what exactly to do about the safe. I could always just throw it out, but if I do that then the keys will show up the next day and I'll wish I hadn't gotten rid of it. Bah! They've got to be here somewhere, right?
Anyway, that's all I know. I hope you're doing well. It's getting all monsoon-y here, and the anniversary of your move is looming in the very near future which leaves you in my heart a lot these days. I miss your face, and I wish you were home now to hang out with me in my newly purple home. Lots of love, Dear Friend, from me to you.
I also got the fridge cleaned out, went grocery shopping, made a new cat box (one that matches my new walls no less), and finished decorating the rest of the house. I went and bought a new ink cartridge for my printer with the intention of printing out some pictures for my new frames, but discovered my print head is broken and so the printer won't print red. So lame, but not the end of the world either. For now I hung the empty frames up on the walls to get an idea of how the house is coming together.
It looks damn good. Better than it ever has, that is, except for the bedroom.
I clearly need to invest some time into decorating my bedroom, because the rest of the house looks soooo nice, and the bedroom is just so...lack luster. Part of the problem is that it is now home to the 40,000,000 boxes of unclaimed stuff, and part of the problem is that I've never really at any point in my (adult) life invested much time or energy into decorating my bedroom. It's almost a foreign concept. It serves a specific function and that's been the extent of it. Now it's starting to feel like the sad, dark underbelly of the apartment, so I'm going to have to do something about it.
In other news, I still haven't figured out what mailbox is mine. I know, I know, I really need to get on that, but going into the office always fills me with such dread. I know they're super nice and everything is always just fine, but it's never pleasant to have to go in there and say 'um, hi. I've been living here for like, 4 years, but I have no idea what mailbox is mine. Could you look it up for me? Thanks.' o.O Not fun.
I never did find the inside part of the dogs fluffy bed, or the keys to my new (and thankfully still empty) fire safe my dad gave me. I filled the dog bed cover with an old comforter, so that takes care of that problem, but I'm not sure what exactly to do about the safe. I could always just throw it out, but if I do that then the keys will show up the next day and I'll wish I hadn't gotten rid of it. Bah! They've got to be here somewhere, right?
Anyway, that's all I know. I hope you're doing well. It's getting all monsoon-y here, and the anniversary of your move is looming in the very near future which leaves you in my heart a lot these days. I miss your face, and I wish you were home now to hang out with me in my newly purple home. Lots of love, Dear Friend, from me to you.
Kiss Them For Me
Saturday was by far my favorite day out of the past couple of weeks. Everything was just so fluid and graceful and I felt the weight of the house just lifting off me as it got cleaner and cleaner. It was awesome.
I woke up early and set about the task of getting the house prepped for the carpet cleaning adventure I was about to embark on. I picked up the Rug Doctor around 2 pm and had 90% of the carpets scrubbed, shampooed, and spotless by 7pm.
I felt instantly better.
The little bit of carpet left to clean was under the furniture that was rather unceremoniously piled in the center of the living room, but since the back wall needed to be painted there was no point in moving it all back yet.
I got the wall painted in record time, and let me just say it looks AWESOME.
I moved all the furniture back and went to bed around 2 am. Even though there was still a ton of work to do, I can't even begin to describe how awesome it felt to have the walls painted and the carpets cleaned. Totally the best feeling in the world. I am grateful that everything went smoothly and that I stayed focused and on task the whole day.
I woke up early and set about the task of getting the house prepped for the carpet cleaning adventure I was about to embark on. I picked up the Rug Doctor around 2 pm and had 90% of the carpets scrubbed, shampooed, and spotless by 7pm.
I felt instantly better.
The little bit of carpet left to clean was under the furniture that was rather unceremoniously piled in the center of the living room, but since the back wall needed to be painted there was no point in moving it all back yet.
I got the wall painted in record time, and let me just say it looks AWESOME.
I moved all the furniture back and went to bed around 2 am. Even though there was still a ton of work to do, I can't even begin to describe how awesome it felt to have the walls painted and the carpets cleaned. Totally the best feeling in the world. I am grateful that everything went smoothly and that I stayed focused and on task the whole day.
Friday
Friday I woke up in a glorious mood. I got up extra early and took a shower, Emery and I went for a nice long walk, and I made it to work on time. I danced my way through the morning to ABBA Gold and all was right in the world.
I had made plans earlier in the week for Friday night shenanigans, but as the evening approached I felt more and more anxious about the state of the house. Not anxious like panic attack anxious, but anxious like focused-anxious. Like doing anything OTHER than cleaning the house would be impossible. It became my sole mission to get the mess under control.
Instead of heading home, I went to Lowes. I reasoned, there was no point to cleaning any further since I'm going to have to un-do all of my cleaning anyway in order to shampoo the carpets and paint the house. Therefore, it naturally only makes sense to paint the house AND clean the carpets this weekend. That way the bulk of the work will be finished and it will be just touch up work from there. I picked up the paint I wanted and the necessary supplies.
On the way home I called the woman back about the apothecary cabinet, and as luck would have it she was available for me to come pick it up. So I got the address, picked up my cabinet and headed home.
I called my friend and let her know that the house had to get painted that night or I might die of anxiety. We altered our plans and she came over, we went out to Lolo's for some chicken and waffles, and then got to work. We got 3 of the four walls painted, but held off doing the last one since I share that wall with my neighbors and it was well into the early hours of the morning.
I also managed to drop a hookah coal (my first hookah in weeks, mind you) between the stove and the mountain of as-of-yet unclaimed boxes of stuff and damn near burned the house down. Instead, I just burned a big hole through the linolium. :/ Oh well.
I drifted off to sleep around 3:30 in the morning while watching FMA, really, really happy about the state of things.
I had made plans earlier in the week for Friday night shenanigans, but as the evening approached I felt more and more anxious about the state of the house. Not anxious like panic attack anxious, but anxious like focused-anxious. Like doing anything OTHER than cleaning the house would be impossible. It became my sole mission to get the mess under control.
Instead of heading home, I went to Lowes. I reasoned, there was no point to cleaning any further since I'm going to have to un-do all of my cleaning anyway in order to shampoo the carpets and paint the house. Therefore, it naturally only makes sense to paint the house AND clean the carpets this weekend. That way the bulk of the work will be finished and it will be just touch up work from there. I picked up the paint I wanted and the necessary supplies.
On the way home I called the woman back about the apothecary cabinet, and as luck would have it she was available for me to come pick it up. So I got the address, picked up my cabinet and headed home.
I called my friend and let her know that the house had to get painted that night or I might die of anxiety. We altered our plans and she came over, we went out to Lolo's for some chicken and waffles, and then got to work. We got 3 of the four walls painted, but held off doing the last one since I share that wall with my neighbors and it was well into the early hours of the morning.
I also managed to drop a hookah coal (my first hookah in weeks, mind you) between the stove and the mountain of as-of-yet unclaimed boxes of stuff and damn near burned the house down. Instead, I just burned a big hole through the linolium. :/ Oh well.
I drifted off to sleep around 3:30 in the morning while watching FMA, really, really happy about the state of things.
Thursday!
Well, Thursday was a treat. I worked my butt off, and then came home to a half cleaned house. I felt swallowed up in boxes full of stuff I have no idea what to do with and tanks full of fish I am totally un-invested in caring for.
So I got on craigslist and called a man about the fish. (I also called a woman about buying a small apothecary cabinet.)
He was very nice. He came over right away and took everything off my hands that I was willing to get rid of. I spent the rest of the night re-arranging and redecorating the remaining fish/fish tanks. I am VERY pleased with the results.
I spent the rest of the evening cleaning out the storage closets, (I now have only one closet to go, hooray!), doing the laundry, and packing stuff up.
The day felt generally unproductive, but really I got all of the small detailed stuff out of the way which meant I only had the larger, more ominous tasks to complete.
By the time I went to bed I was feeling much better and the house was starting to take shape.
So I got on craigslist and called a man about the fish. (I also called a woman about buying a small apothecary cabinet.)
He was very nice. He came over right away and took everything off my hands that I was willing to get rid of. I spent the rest of the night re-arranging and redecorating the remaining fish/fish tanks. I am VERY pleased with the results.
I spent the rest of the evening cleaning out the storage closets, (I now have only one closet to go, hooray!), doing the laundry, and packing stuff up.
The day felt generally unproductive, but really I got all of the small detailed stuff out of the way which meant I only had the larger, more ominous tasks to complete.
By the time I went to bed I was feeling much better and the house was starting to take shape.
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