What up Yo? I have been fighting with my internet since the move, and with the help of my Bro, Pat-Dog, we decided that the Roomie's Wireless Router is the complication. So, I'm forced to return to plugging the internet into my lap top, the old fashion way. But now I am blogging again!!
Christmas is coming... and I'm not ready, that is for sure. I have to decide if I am going to fly out as planned on Friday afternoon, or drive over with Lacey on Saturday morning. I already have my tickets (I bought them about two months ago) but I have this work think that is on Friday that I would have to miss. Blah. So... My family is pushing me to fly on Friday, mostly because our only chance to do anything as a family is on Saturday. All the rest of the fam is out and about the rest of the holiday. I don't know what I am doing. At first the work party was mandatory due to the "other duties as assigned portion of my job". As plans change and grown and details are ironed out, the duties are now going to be taken care of before the party. So that leaves me free to head out early if the boss is okay with it. What to do... what to do. I would love to spend time with Lacey on the drive over. Ahhh! I can't handle the pressure! To much!
Besides the Christmas madness that seems to take over life as we know it, things are good. Howard is getting pretty fluffy... I haven't had the chance to get him trimmed up lately. In fact, from where I'm sitting on the couch right now, I can't even see his head amongst all his fluff. Fluffy little Howard. He is getting left behind for Christmas. Poor little fluffy Howard. No love for him! No, I just don't have any desire to drug him, crate him, and then let him set in the bottom of an airplane for an hour so that he can be around for a holiday he doesn't know about. Not to be a Grinch about it.
Has anyone noticed that there are ten THOUSAND perfume commercials on tv around Christmas time? And they all involve the ten most devastatingly beautiful people in the whole world. But don't worry. If you buy this perfume, not only will you automatically become one of the those ten, but whoever you buy it for will also be transformed, plus your entire life will become magnificent and perfect. I do not feel that this is the truth. In fact, I know that many may feel that this is perhaps to shocking to take, but I don't think that any perfume you buy will change your life. With the exception of that smell that they sell at A & F. Because that is just an amazing smell. Many times I have lost my entire train of thought because of that smell. I do believe that I have already brought that up though. Anyway. Where was I? Oh, ya. Whatever. I just want to say that I fell for that whole buy this perfume trick and where is my Prince Charming? Hmm? That it is what I thought. He is missing. File a report! Call the FBI! The CIA! Start putting up posters.... This is a national emergency! For shizzle.
So now I have a large collection of perfume and no man. Guess what I"m giving everyone for Christmas?

So… about those pictures. I can’t really take them until I’m unpacked, and I can’t really unpack until after this weekend, because my LandLady is coming in to paint this weekend. And I don’t want to have to move everything after I just moved it, you know. This is what is considered “justified laziness”. It’s one of my more intellectual hobbies.
The new place is okay. I love how cute the living room and kitchen are. But the Roomie and I discovered that we couldn’t use two hair dryers at the same time. Not a huge deal, since I am usually up before she is. Last night the upstairs neighbor was either fighting or watching their tv pretty loud. But I just blocked it out (meaning I had already downed about half a bottle of Nyquil) and fell asleep anyway. I am still maintaining the last of this nasty cough due to a cold that I refused to recognize I was sick with. In that refusal, I may have shared it with others. Oops.
I have no tv yet, so I have been watching movies. It’s good to see some of the old stand-by’s, and whatnot. The other night we were searching for the nearest Taco Bell and came across the Mecca of Fast Food know as 16th and Auburn Way. They have a ton of options, less then ten blocks away. Including the standby for all your frozen treats (their “hot eats” suck) Dairy Queen. The worst part is that the nearest Starbucks is not a drive through. There is one actually on the way to work, but it’s up the hill and halfway there. By then I have faced the fact that I don’t have any extra time, so it’s hard to rationalize stopping.
What else is new… hmm…. Not much. My grandma is in town, I am picking her up from the airport this afternoon and she is spending the night at my house. Then I have to get her back to the airport in time for her flight to Sunny Hawaii. I know. I can hardly wait to retire and just be… without deadlines and to take advantage of that freedom. Oh, speaking of that, I totally got my passport. Here I come world! Now if only I could afford to go somewhere exciting….
Also, I was reminded yesterday of the saying “sticking your foot in your mouth.” Sometimes I just amaze myself and not in a positive way. Blah. I hate that feeling of letting someone down, knowing that you screwed up and there isn’t anything you can do to repair it. You have to just let time pass, and hope that you can prove yourself to not be the smuck you acted like. I find it ironic that even at the ripe old age of (fill in the blank but be nice and keep the numbers low…) I still regularly forget to think before I speak. Really, I mean really? I would like to blame it on lack of sleep, or over self medication of cold drugs, but I can’t. I am just a smuck sometimes, without meaning to be. Blah.Oh, so it’s been raining a wee bit around here. Some flooding and whatnot I guess. I haven’t seen any of it yet. Well, I have seen the rain, but not the flooding. But I’m not attempting to get to Portland either. Ha! Oh, just for that snide little comment, I bet the traffic gods are going to curse my rush hour commute to the airport. I should be leaving soon anyway. Wish me luck! I feel bad, because it’s hard enough to find the couch at this point, let alone a nice place to sit and chat. Sigh…. Poor Grandma. I do have electricity and running water though. So that is something right? And the Mecca of Fast Food if snacky time should occur.

The Move....

Yes, so the move has taken place. It was a wonderful terrible disaster. I have no internet yet, but the Roomie had homework to do so we went to two different coffee shops looking for Wifi and ended up at the the Good Ol' Trusty Auburn Library instead. Darn you Starbucks and Tully's. Your signs are LIES! And now I have a yummy eggnog latte waiting for me in the car. Because the library is beverage free. Understandable, but still sad.
So the move. Ya. So I have a lot of stuff. I actually got rid of a ton of stuff, but I still have a house-worth that follows me around. The good news is that our new apartment is super adorable. And once we get unpacked and settled, it is going to be fantastic. But I swear, not to be a whiner, some people are lame. Here is how it went down:
I spent most of last weekend freaking out and not accomplishing much in the way of packing. Come Tuesday night, I am officially in an emotionally unstable place due to the stress of the move. Wednesday I hear back from the current tenants and one has moved out already, the second is unreachable. By Wednesday afternoon I get a phone call from him. He is an idiot. No, that isn't fair. He just isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He apparently thought that he didn't need to move his stuff until the first of the month. Hello. I am paying rent as of the first. He, by law, should be out by midnight the night before. He can't because he didn't arrange for that to happen. I broke the news to him, I'm moving in on Friday night. I have already arranged for people and a truck. Sad for you, huh? So we come to an agreement. He will put all of the remaining items (a desk, a dresser, and a few boxes) in the livingroom in the corner and then pick it up Saturday morning. He said some other things, but I was kinda pissed and so I stopped listening. Bad habit, I know. Friday afternoon I sneak out of work early and take a car load over to check out the situation. I couldn't believe it. Let's just say that there was so much of his crap in the living room, that I didn't have a place to put my couch! I know! Really? So two more phone calls later, I tell him, pile it higher, or I will because I'm moving in to MY apartment tonight and I'm not leaving my couch on the front porch until you can get your stuff. He obliges and does so.... So the move commences and wonderful, beautiful, blessed people that I don't even really know come and help. Thanks to all that made this production possible!! You are the best! Anyway. We get to the apartment. And apparently not only did he leave close to 12 boxes, a desk, a dresser, a tv the same size as mine, two chairs, ten garbage bags of stuff behind... He didn't empty the fridge, the oven looked like something had exploded in it two years ago, the cabinets are gross, the bathroom is filthy... Sigh. The best part about living in someone else's condo instead of an apartment complex is the simplicity of the lease, the lack of huge deposits, and what not... but the worst part is how things like this happen. Lets just say when he came back to get the last of his stuff we had some words. And he cleaned the fridge. But that was all he seemed to have time for, so the Roomie and I spent about three hours cleaning so that we could shower without getting the herp and put our dishes away with out getting ecoli. That was after we spent two hours cleaning our old apartment. The good news is that the old landlord walked it with us and couldn't believe that we had even lived there. So we are getting our deposit back.
It has been a crazy, crazy weekend. And I'm so glad that we have all our stuff in the apartment.... but there is still so much to do!! Sigh. I got to sleep in my own bed last night! Ya!
Alrighty... the library is closing... so I'm out. But pictures will be up soon!