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2009, The End

Oh, New Years Eve 2009.  What a day of reflection.  Actually, it was a day of figuring out what was wrong with the dryer, watching horrible Lifetime movies and doing a bit of unpacking.  All in all, it was a good day.  And it isn’t really over yet.

So how was 2009 for me?  Well, let’s see:

I got married.

I moved to a bigger place.

I demoted myself.

I made plans to start my own business.

I think 2009 went very well.  And I am expecting for 2010 to be even better!

Again, I am not going to list any resolutions, but I have a few swirling around in my head.  And they have to do with health, business, art, reading, love, life, and stuff.

I did figure I would post a few pictures highlighting 2009 (you may have seen these before, but you’ll survive looking at them again).

                                  See you next year!              

It Is Official!

I am not longer the manager of the salon.  When I return to work on Saturday I will only be a peon of a stylist. 

Yippee!

This morning I woke up eeaarrllyy.  I eventually fell back asleep, but I just can’t figure out why I always wake up early on my days off.  It’s as though my body is telling me to get up early to enjoy as much of the day as possible.  I guess my body knows I don’t look forward to work and that is why it allows me to sleep on work days.

anyway, I got up and hung up all of my clothes.  I felt accomplished.  Next I will…I haven’t a clue.  I need to clean! 

Ok, so I am scatterbrained right now.  I am watching a movie and typing this, so…yeah.

Anyway, today is three very exciting things day!  One, it’s my day off.  Excitement.  Two, the new washing machine is going to be delivered today.  Can’t wait.  And Three, and The Most Exciting, Miranda and Karissa are coming by for a visit and Miranda is bringing a friend (wink, wink). 

Ok, so back to the movie and then back to cleaning and all.

Sighs and Tiredness

I feel as though we are getting closer to being finished with unpacking.  Slowly.  I am hoping to have my art room finished tomorrow.  Then I can unpack my BRAND NEW SEWING MACHINE that Brett got me for Christmas.  I KNOW!

We are also running out of art to put on the walls, so it’s a good thing that the art room will be finished.

Excitement.

Oh, and more excitement?  Tomorrow is my last day in management at the salon. 

AND Miranda is coming for a visit Wednesday!  Yay!

And that is all I have for now.  I am tired.  Sleepy.  Ready for bed.

Christmas Eve

Ok, we got everything moved except for my bike.  I can’t find my key for the ulock and I am waiting to find out if Trey has it.  But besides that everything is done!  The carpets cleaned and all!  Yay!

No the joys of unpacking and finding places for everything.  It’s taking a while.  Oh, and the washing machine broke.  So I figure I will wash my work clothes and all in the large bathtub until we get a new one.  I don’t mind.  I have done it before.  and I honestly believe that I get my clothes cleaner that way than a machine can.  Why?  Because I spend more time on each article of clothing individually than a machine can. 

I cannot wait to get another washing machine.

So  my mom and I went to get some stuff at Target today.  and she was wanting Captain D’s, so I found one for her:

Not a fan of it, but I ate it.  I have been feeling sick ever since.

And now I am going to lounge and whatnot.

Supafly Quick Update

I iz tired.  We are not yet finished getting all of our stuff out of the old apartment.  We should be done this weekend, though.

I hafta get everything unpacked an put away before Tuesday when my mom gets here for Hanakkwazmas. 

Right now I am tired, I am ready to go to bed. 

Did I mention I get up earlier now for work?

I will tell ya more later.

Good night!

A Happy Ending (not that kind)

We found the cat a home.  I am so happy!

I had ended up naming hierm Walter Meowthau.  Don’t ask, because I don’t know.  But s/he found a home and apparently had no problem making it home!  Sweet!

We went yesterday to sign the lease for the new place and got the keys.  Checked it out.  Nice, nice.  Tomorrow I am going to go down and clean it my way and take a few things with me.  Excitement. 

The movers will be here in about 36 hours. 

Ok, that is all for now. 

PS-sorry I have been so not writing a lot.  I have been super tired lately and generally not feeling so hot.  But I am not sick.  I think it’s just nerves and stress and whatnots.

Good night!

I know I’m Gonna End Up With It

Ok, so this cat that is soooooo sweet has been coming around for food and all lately.  And of course I feed him because he is so sweet and so pretty (btw, I only assume the cat is a “he”.  I haven’t gotten that personal yet!).  So anyhoo, the other day he got up on our balcony somehow and Scallop was going nuts.  I videoed it, but I haven’t figured out how to send video from my phone yet, so I can’t show that.  What I can show is a picture I took of him:

See?  Isn’t he beautiful?  I know, crappy picture from my phone.

Anyway, Brett announced that the cat has been sleeping on a chair on the balcony.  So I, of course, insist on covering him since it has been so cold.  Tonight we put a towel in the dryer to warm it up for him and I put some more warm water out in case he wants some.

Here he is under all of the towels:

So sweet.

Now I need to find him a home.  Brett is gonna take him to the vet to see if he is chipped.  If not?  I dunno.  I don’t know if Scallop will let him live with us.  I can’t take him to PAWS Atlanta or the Humane Society because they don’t take strays.  I refuse to call Animal control on him because I don’t want him euthanized. 

HELP!

TMI THURSDAY: Who want's a ride on the poo train?

 

Just as Concubine Lilu reminds us:

***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!***

Ok, so I haven’t written a TMI in a while, but it was lack of finding anything TMI-ey.  BUT…I though of something that I figured ya’ll’d wanna know about.  So, here it goes.

Years ago I thought I was super cool because I went to France.  Without my parents.  Me=cool, right?  Right, so anyway.

During one part of the trip I was on an eight hour train ride from somewhere to somewhere (the details of Point A to Point B escape me, but that isn’t important anyway).  The train was going to be making less than five minute stops at stations between the towns (villages, perhaps?) and it never dawned on me beforehand not to drink so much water/Orangina/tiny bottles of Coke/etc.  So at some point I had to pee something fierce, like Tyra Banks-fierce.  So, I totter my way to the next car (frightening) and wait outside of the restroom for someone to come out.  Now, you don’t really realize how much a train sways at fast speeds until you are standing up with a full bladder, doing the pee pee dance in front of a bunch of strangers. 

Finally, the little old lady opened the door and exited the restroom.  I opened the door.  I saw something similar to this:

…except on a train.

There was poop on the floor.  In a pile.  There was no toilet paper.  Puddles that I can only assume was urine all over.  And the odor.  Oh lordy, the odor.  I seriously felt bad for that little old lady for being in there as long as she was until the thought that perhaps she had made the mess crossed my mind.

So, let’s review:  full bladder+swaying train+nasty ass restroom=FUCK NO, I WIL TOTALLY HOLD IT THE NEXT FIVE HOURS UNTIL I CAN FIND SOMEWHERE CLEAN!!!!!!

And that’s just what I did.  I know, I know.  You were totally expecting to read that I went in there, peed, and while peeing the train swayed hard and I fell over from my squat and pissed all over myself, right?

Tough shit.  It didn’t happen that way.  Actually, what happened I think is totally worse.

So about a week later it was time to go home.  Goodbye France *waves emphatically*

I get home and a couple of days later I notice that I am peeing what seems like every 3 seconds.  I go to the doctor.  He diagnoses me with overactive bladder syndrome.  Bull.  Shit.

I take these terrible little pills that make me quit peeing, dry out my mouth, I drink more water, nothing comes out.  And when I did pee it was purple.  No joke.  Purple pee. 

After a week of that I decide I don’t need no stinkin’ pee pills and stop taking them.  That’s when something worse happened. 

I got a pain.  A horrible, excruciating pain.  It felt like that fires of hell were in my belly.  I tried to hold in my pee because the pain was so bad I would sit on the toilet sobbing and snotting on myself.  I started filling the bathtub with an inch of cold water before I would go to the bathroom so that I could hop from the toilet in pain and have my ‘gina soothed with the nice cool water.

And then I noticed what my pee looked like.

I peed something that looked vaguely like this:

Yeah.  Like a nice brandy.  Or Jim Beam Black.  Or a flat Pepsi.  Or pancake syrup.  Just not as thick.

Soooooooo…I go back to the doctor (not the same one.  A totally different doctor).  SHE informs me that I have a severe bladder infection and why didn’t I get it taken care of sooner?  Well, I did but it wasn’t a bladder infection at the time. 

I was immediately injected with something I assume was an antibiotic and given a shit ton of meds to take.

Now, what was today’s lesson? 

‘Tis better to piss on yourself and roll around in someone else’s poop rather than getting a bladder infection.

The end.

You should be so proud!

I am actually doing a TMI tomorrow.  It’s been, what?  Forever and a day? 

Crazy.

Anyhoo, time to screw around on the net for a bit and then go to bed.  I will tell more adventures another day!

I don’t wanna!

My heart just isn’t into packing today.  We move a week from today.  The kitchen is almost done.  I am convincing myself that it will take no longer than two days to finish up packing everything else.  All of my clothes are packed, nearly the whole closet.  I still need to pack art supplies…besides that it’s Brett’s stuff and the storage room…can’t I not do anything today!?!?  Fine-grumble-but I don’t feel like painting today!

Packing…again

I am beat!  I spent the day painting.  Then lounging for a bit.  Then packing some more.  I got two more boxes packed.  Out of my closet.  I found a ton of old pictures that embarrass the hell out of me, but I might post some later.  Like, way later.

Anyway, time to get some more stuff up on Etsy!

Lazy Sunday…It’s the Chronic-what? -cles of Narnia!

So, today wasn’t a total waste of time.  I had today off, so it was really nice.  Brett and I hung out on the couch for a good portion of the day watching TV and movies.  Bliss.

We did a solid hour or so of packing and we almost have the entire downstairs packed.  All that is left, really, is a few things in the kitchen, the laundry room and the storage area.  Then upstairs we have the two bedrooms and the bathroom.  Not too bad! 

I’ve been working on a few things to put on on Etsy and I will have more time tomorrow.  I am off of work again tomorrow and Brett will be at work, so I won’t want to loll around on the couch all day.  I will actually be at the art table do stuff!  I guess we will do some more packing once he gets home and then I can lounge afterwards.

I missed the shop Christmas party/dinner last night because I just didn’t feel  like hanging around everyone.  I wrote a nice letter to my boss thanking her and telling her I hoped everyone had fun and that her Christmas gift would be waiting at the shop next week for whenever she could get in to get it.

Hmmm…I have a crick in my neck right now.

Anyway, I had a talk with my assistant manager and we decided to hold off on me stepping down for now until I can totally get her caught up with everything.  We aren’t going to have time until after Christmas, but I am still going to cut my hours down.  I haven’t had a chance to talk to my boss about it yet, but I am pretty sure she will be ok with it.  I think she would rather have everything done right than just have someone she can call the manager.  Plus, corporate is coming soon so I need to make sure that our shop looks good for them.

I am totally going to go and skip around the internet now.  Good Night!

PS-Andy Samberg…..le sigh

You should be so proud of me!

I finally got the websites up!

Go visit them!

Black Fawn Art

AND

My Etsy Shop!

The Joys of Packing

You know what I have decided?  It’s something I already knew, but has become more apparent as of late:  I hate packing to move.  I cannot stand it.  It is hard work and it gives you insight into what a packrat freak you really are.  I just finished for the day.  This doesn’t mean I am finished with everything.  Oh no, not even close.  This means I am tired of packing FOR THE DAY.  I packed books.  For the past two days I have packed books.  Books are not fun to pack.  I thought that maybe by sorting them by size and packing it would be easier.  It wasn’t.  I ended up just throwing them in boxes.  I don’t know how many more books I have to pack, but no more today, thankyouverymuch.

I also packed everything from the linen closet, which was super easy because I only had to throw them in giant garbage bags.  Done!

I should be packing up my art table and all, but I just don’t feel like it right now.  Plus, I am totally busy doing laundry, checking out Facebook and typing this.  See?  Too busy.

I am currently trying to come up with a good introduction for the new website, along with a good (read:  interesting, not boring) bio for my etsy store.  I am having massive brain farts trying to thing of something right now, which is totally unlike me.

So instead of all of that I will give you Ten Tips For Packing For A Move:

1.  Start packing as soon as you know you are moving.  Do not wait until 14 days prior to said move.  You will find (unless you are a total minimalist) you have waaaay more shit than you thought you did.

2.  It does not matter how you pack your books.  If you, by chance, still have little nooks and crannies in a box you can use those to pack some of your useless knick-knacks that you more than likely have laying around collecting dust (unless, again, you are a total minimalist).

3.  Small towels, such as not-so-nice bath towels, kitchen towels, etc., can be used for packing fragile stuff.  They can also be used as a nice filler for those book boxes that have leftover space that nothing else can fit in.

4.  All soft things, like bedding, towels, linens, kitchen towels, pillows, clothes, etc., should totally be stuffed into big garbage bags.  Unless you really care about whether or not you need to iron items.  NO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES pack soft things such as dogs, cats, hamsters, guinea pigs, sloths or baby chickens in garbage bags.  Unless, of course, they are stuffed animal toys.

5.  Whine and bitch a lot about all the stuff you own and blame it on your spouse (like all the books…blame it on your spouse…).

6.  DO NOT pack your socks until the last minute.  You might need them and then you won’t be able to get to them.

7.  If you plan on getting rid of any books or magazine make sure to go through them first.  You never know if money or nudie pictures ended up between the pages.  You don’t want nudie pictures getting out and you wanna keep your money.  If you don’t have time to do this, then take the books and magazines with you.  You can go through them when you are settled.

8.  If you don’t feel like emptying drawers in, say, a nightstand or craft crate then there are two things you can do:  either wrap a garbage bag around the item and tape securely OR take the drawers out and move those yourself.  Let the moving doods take the actual stand or crate, just don’t let them see the dirty things in the drawers or you nightstand…

9.  Get movers.

10.  Try to stick with one thing at a time.  I started by taking all of the “art” off the walls downstairs and in the stairwell.  Then I went all crazy and started bopping from here to there.  It’s not working out well.  There is a tiny trail one must take to get through this place now.  It sucks.  Seriously, start in one room and make your way around.

And there are Ten Tips For Packing For A Move.  Well, those are the first ten.  I am sure I will have plenty more after this.

The finny thing is that I have moved many times before.  The last two moves were the worst.  This one might not be as bad. 

Fingers crossed.

Ok, now to go play on the internetz for a while!

Good night!

PS-still gonna brainstorm for a great introduction and bio…need to put my thinking cap on…you know what?  I think I have a book that could help, BUT IT’S PACKED.

Apology

I am sorry I haven’t gotten the website up yet.  Things are going slower than expected.  I will post it as soon as it is up!

Crafty kinda day

I have been working on ornaments alllllllll day long.  I finally got 4 sets of 6 finished and I will be putting them up on the all new website tomorrow!

No, I am not leaving this site.

The new site is specifically for my items that I will be selling.

So I will let you know tomorrow what the site is!

Fun!

Anyway, nothing more very interesting to report.  It was kinda just a day.  I got some scramble tofu for breakfast (shush, Cat) and then sat here working on projects.  While watching movies.

The two strangest movies I watched today:

Harold

 

And Pretty Persuasion

 

Yeah, strange movies…and who knew James Woods had such a foul mouth on him?