Oh moving. I hate you so much.
We are (still) in the process of moving from a tiny one bedroom apartment to a 3 bedroom duplex. I absolutely love the new place (even it is midly in the ghetto) but this has been one of the most difficult moves I've ever had. The worst part so far is that we were without hot water for about 5 days. I love showers. This was not good times for me.
I'm also undecided on whether it's better to have a long time to move or just a day or two. We have the apartment until the end of the month and got the duplex keys on the 10th. It's kind of nice to have 20 days but I also feel like it's dragging on FOREVER. There is still a few things in the apartment and quite a few things in the garage. I'm really looking forward to getting everything out of the apartment so I no longer have to carry stuff down 3 flights of stairs.
On to the new place. It's on a short street ending in a cul-de-sac. The entire street is duplexes and the people are....interesting. Most of these people show no interest in staying inside. They also seem to like having music blasting wars. It's fun.
The house is really nice. There's been a few things we (Dave) have had to fix ourselves, but, for the most part, it's super nice inside. And it's amazing having that much space. I've gotten most stuff put away. There are some decoration type things hanging out on the dining room table still but that's mainly because I have way to many candle holders and shot glasses.
I just can't wait to be completely done.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
I've got my cranky pants on...
I really shouldn't be cranky. I just had a fabulous weekend in Vegas. I should be calm and rejuvenated. I think it's one of those things where you go away for awhile and just have fun and forget about all problems, then come back and the problems are still there. It's super annoying.
Granted my problems are not huge. Pretty generic actually. There's the constant consideration of selling my liver to pay off my student loans, the mildy high, but by no means unmanageable, credit card debt, the wedding planning that I don't even technically need to worry about right now since the wedding is over a year away....maybe I just like to be stressed.... There's also the ongoing amazement at the things the fiance does/doesn't do that I think he shouldn't/should do.
I'm also super tired because I haven't had a day off since Vegas. That is one of those places you need a day to recover from. I was back in the office less than 12 hours after my flight landed here. That's crap in my opinion.
I'm looking forward to Saturday tomorrow. I have a huge to do list (numbers 1 - 10 include cleaning) but still, I'll be home most of the day. And I won't be afraid to touch stuff in my own apartment anymore. I'm a big fan of sanitary living conditions...
I think a large part of my problem is about half the time I feel like I'm failing at being an adult. Like right now, there is very little food in my fridge, my place is a mess, I don't feel like I'll ever get my debt paid off, and I have yet to win the damn lottery. My main goal in life is too make enough money that I never have to talk about it. I can just pay my bills (off), get the random few things I want, buy food, and still have a savings. I HATE talking about money. Money in the past has been a hot topic/ button pusher/ cause for huge arguments. I hate all of it. Which is why I barely ever bring it up now. There has to be a serious issue before I'll start a money talk.
This is the most random post ever. These are the things on my mind right now I suppose. Oh well. Bitch session officially done.
Granted my problems are not huge. Pretty generic actually. There's the constant consideration of selling my liver to pay off my student loans, the mildy high, but by no means unmanageable, credit card debt, the wedding planning that I don't even technically need to worry about right now since the wedding is over a year away....maybe I just like to be stressed.... There's also the ongoing amazement at the things the fiance does/doesn't do that I think he shouldn't/should do.
I'm also super tired because I haven't had a day off since Vegas. That is one of those places you need a day to recover from. I was back in the office less than 12 hours after my flight landed here. That's crap in my opinion.
I'm looking forward to Saturday tomorrow. I have a huge to do list (numbers 1 - 10 include cleaning) but still, I'll be home most of the day. And I won't be afraid to touch stuff in my own apartment anymore. I'm a big fan of sanitary living conditions...
I think a large part of my problem is about half the time I feel like I'm failing at being an adult. Like right now, there is very little food in my fridge, my place is a mess, I don't feel like I'll ever get my debt paid off, and I have yet to win the damn lottery. My main goal in life is too make enough money that I never have to talk about it. I can just pay my bills (off), get the random few things I want, buy food, and still have a savings. I HATE talking about money. Money in the past has been a hot topic/ button pusher/ cause for huge arguments. I hate all of it. Which is why I barely ever bring it up now. There has to be a serious issue before I'll start a money talk.
This is the most random post ever. These are the things on my mind right now I suppose. Oh well. Bitch session officially done.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Calling all masochists...
Is there anybody that likes being made fun of all the time? Don't get me wrong. I can dish it out and take it. I just don't think I should have to take it constantly. I can't think of a single person I make fun of every time I talk to them, in just about every sentence. Yet there are a couple people who, I swear to God, can't go an entire conversation without making fun of me. I promise I have a sense of humor and I'm aware that I am frequently ridiculous, but come on...
Ok. That is all. :)
Ok. That is all. :)
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I'm not you, you're not me
Guess what? 30 is considered an adult. I'm 30. Noticing a connection here?
I'm getting seriously tired of people telling me what I should do. Or telling me things that's there's very little chance I've kept myself alive to be 30 without knowing. Or my personal favorite, stuff about myself that I am fully aware of. Here's some of the fantastic things people are telling me:
1. I'm not fat. Well, duh. I can almost guarantee that, unless you're Dave, you haven't heard me call myself fat. I am, however, out of shape. I don't like it.
2. You don't need to workout out. This obviously goes along with the above but deserves it's own spot mainly because, technically, everybody should work out. It's called being healthy.
3. You don't need to watch what you eat. Noticing a theme? Yes people, I get it, I'm thin. But guess what? My mom isn't. She's also diabetic with high blood pressure. These are genetic things. Maybe I should watch what I eat. And maybe I shouldn't have to give you my family health history just to be left alone.
4. You need to go to the doctor. This seriously just happened as I was starting this entry. Talk about irony. I have a rash. I admit it. I have extremely sensitive skin and I'm prone to rashes. This particular rash I've had off and on for years. It likes to move around too. Currently it's on my ears. I have a prescription for it and the doctor I have gone to (because I've gone to a doctor) doesn't really know what it is. So no, I don't need to go to the doctor. Unless it gets severe, he doesn't want to see it.
I'll leave it at that list. I seriously don't understand why people feel the need to, essentially, tell me how to live my life. It's mine, not yours. I'm not doing anything damaging to me or anyone else. There is no need to intervene.
I try not to ever tell anybody what to do unless they specifically ask for my advice. All I ask for is the same in return.
I'm getting seriously tired of people telling me what I should do. Or telling me things that's there's very little chance I've kept myself alive to be 30 without knowing. Or my personal favorite, stuff about myself that I am fully aware of. Here's some of the fantastic things people are telling me:
1. I'm not fat. Well, duh. I can almost guarantee that, unless you're Dave, you haven't heard me call myself fat. I am, however, out of shape. I don't like it.
2. You don't need to workout out. This obviously goes along with the above but deserves it's own spot mainly because, technically, everybody should work out. It's called being healthy.
3. You don't need to watch what you eat. Noticing a theme? Yes people, I get it, I'm thin. But guess what? My mom isn't. She's also diabetic with high blood pressure. These are genetic things. Maybe I should watch what I eat. And maybe I shouldn't have to give you my family health history just to be left alone.
4. You need to go to the doctor. This seriously just happened as I was starting this entry. Talk about irony. I have a rash. I admit it. I have extremely sensitive skin and I'm prone to rashes. This particular rash I've had off and on for years. It likes to move around too. Currently it's on my ears. I have a prescription for it and the doctor I have gone to (because I've gone to a doctor) doesn't really know what it is. So no, I don't need to go to the doctor. Unless it gets severe, he doesn't want to see it.
I'll leave it at that list. I seriously don't understand why people feel the need to, essentially, tell me how to live my life. It's mine, not yours. I'm not doing anything damaging to me or anyone else. There is no need to intervene.
I try not to ever tell anybody what to do unless they specifically ask for my advice. All I ask for is the same in return.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Oh Life....
Good Lord time is moving fast. It's almost April. Ridiculous.
My girly doctor called me old at my last appointment. That sounds rude but it was funny in context. The strange part to me was that I didn't care. Apparently 30 is agreeing with me. I've also been embracing the phrase "age is just a number". I don't feel 30, therefore, who cares if I technically am 30? I'm pretty sure only immature people care about age. Since I'm 30, I can't be that immature anymore. I still reserve my right to act like a child though. :)
I think that's what it's really about. I've realized that I don't care how old I am. I'm going to act however I feel like acting, as long as it's appropriate to where I am of course, no temper tantrums at work.
It's gotten to the point where I actually feel sorry for people who dwell on age. It's just so immaterial in the larger scheme of things. Now that I've been old for almost two months I'm wise enough to know this...
Another thing my doctor said: the 30's are much better than the 20's. Based on my 20's, it'd be difficult for my 30's to be worse, but I know what she's saying. Everyone freaks out about 30, and believe me, I did for years, but it's really no big deal. It seems that once you get past it, you can relax.
Anybody who's known me for any length of time knows how amazing it is that I'm ok with getting with getting older. If I got over it, anybody can.
My girly doctor called me old at my last appointment. That sounds rude but it was funny in context. The strange part to me was that I didn't care. Apparently 30 is agreeing with me. I've also been embracing the phrase "age is just a number". I don't feel 30, therefore, who cares if I technically am 30? I'm pretty sure only immature people care about age. Since I'm 30, I can't be that immature anymore. I still reserve my right to act like a child though. :)
I think that's what it's really about. I've realized that I don't care how old I am. I'm going to act however I feel like acting, as long as it's appropriate to where I am of course, no temper tantrums at work.
It's gotten to the point where I actually feel sorry for people who dwell on age. It's just so immaterial in the larger scheme of things. Now that I've been old for almost two months I'm wise enough to know this...
Another thing my doctor said: the 30's are much better than the 20's. Based on my 20's, it'd be difficult for my 30's to be worse, but I know what she's saying. Everyone freaks out about 30, and believe me, I did for years, but it's really no big deal. It seems that once you get past it, you can relax.
Anybody who's known me for any length of time knows how amazing it is that I'm ok with getting with getting older. If I got over it, anybody can.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Old
Crap. I'm getting old. In two days I'll be 30. How in the hell did that happen. Seriously, I don't get it. I'm still sometimes surprised I'm old enough to drive. I'm totally an adult...and I don't like it. I have a full time job, a car payment, rent, a cat I have kept alive for months...and I'm almost 30. But here's the really funny part - it doesn't really bother me.
A year or so ago, the thought of turning 30 terrified me. I now realize it wasn't so much the getting old, it was what I haven't done with my life. Now, honestly, I haven't done that much since then, but I am so much happier. There'll always be stress and crappy weeks (this is one of them) but overall I don't think I've ever been this happy. Maybe when I was 8. that was a really good age...
I don't know exactly what the change is. I know the boy is a contributing factor, as is graduating, but I don't think that's it. Maybe it's just that I've come to realize things about myself. I've heard that as you get older you become more comfortable in your skin. I think I was comfortable before but certain people had convinced me of certain things that just aren't true about me. I now know these things aren't true and I guess I can relax a little. It's really nice as I reach this "milestone" age in my life to realize that I actually like myself.
A year or so ago, the thought of turning 30 terrified me. I now realize it wasn't so much the getting old, it was what I haven't done with my life. Now, honestly, I haven't done that much since then, but I am so much happier. There'll always be stress and crappy weeks (this is one of them) but overall I don't think I've ever been this happy. Maybe when I was 8. that was a really good age...
I don't know exactly what the change is. I know the boy is a contributing factor, as is graduating, but I don't think that's it. Maybe it's just that I've come to realize things about myself. I've heard that as you get older you become more comfortable in your skin. I think I was comfortable before but certain people had convinced me of certain things that just aren't true about me. I now know these things aren't true and I guess I can relax a little. It's really nice as I reach this "milestone" age in my life to realize that I actually like myself.
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