Tuesday, July 31, 2012

More Musings

Here's one thing I know about myself.  When my body wants a break, it will have a break.

The past week has been very nonstop.  With all the moving, cleaning of the old house and cleaning of the new house, plus still working full time, my lil body has had a rough time.  I was cleaning/packing/moving from 6am to 10pm Thursday, working all day Friday, more moving/packing/cleaning Saturday, cleaning the old place Sunday morning (plus an hour break to dye my hair and write a paper for school), then closing at work Sunday night.

Monday morning I opened at work, so I only had 7.5 hours between my closing and opening shifts.  But surprisingly, I was feeling good and had plenty of energy.  Unfortunately, about three hours into my shift I suddenly came down with the flu.  (Another observation: if you are in your late twenties, are married, and suddenly have the stomach flu, everyone assumes you are pregnant.  Nope, sorry to say, just the flu.)  So my boss sent me home, where I spent the remainder of the morning sleeping and trying to stop the room from spinning.

I was so annoyed.  There I sat, surrounded by unpacked boxes, and I couldn't do anything!  When I woke up, I kept trying to get out of bed and start hanging up clothes, but then I would get cold and my head would scream at me and I was resigned to lay down again.  I used to think it was just a coincidence that I got sick whenever it was least convenient for me - when I had too much going on to be able to stop and rest - but I'm pretty sure it is because I fail to take good care of myself when I'm busy.  Like I said, if I don't rest enough, my body will send me into a forced mini-sabbatical.  Unfortunately, bodies don't run on coffee alone, as I once believed.

Since the house is still no where close to unpacked, I don't have many pictures yet.  But I do love our new place.  It has tons of windows, which makes me happy because of all the natural light, and the cats are happy because they can bird watch.


Also, I've been leaving the front door open with just the screen door closed, and today Willow noticed something interesting on the other side of the screen.


So she and Morty spent a little while trying to figure out who that other cat was and how it got outside.


And this is all I've done since yesterday morning - sleep and watch my cats.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Moving Musings

Sam and I moved into our apartment on July 9th, 2011.  We are moving out on July 31st, 2012, meaning it has been over a year since we have been in this apartment.

What a record.


Considering the fact that we moved four times in our first year of marriage, I would say that staying in the same city and the same apartment for one whole year is almost unbelievable.  And even more shocking, we are moving to a house in the same city we are in now.  It is so unlike us.

Given how often we moved, some people might assume I'm an expert mover.  Oh, how wrong you would be in that assumption.  The truth is, the more we move, the less I care.  I laughed to myself when I saw the old boxes from the last time we moved.  They were carefully labeled, indicating which room the boxes should go in and the basic contents.  This time around I threw whatever I could into a box, trying to fit it all in as quickly and easily as I could.  So, when unpacking, I'll probably find a few mugs with some couch pillows and picture frames and hair gel and bath towels, along with maybe some yearbooks.  No big deal.

However, as tired as I am of moving, I do like our new place.  It's much closer to work, and it is a house, which is fun because we don't have super loud upstairs neighbors.  Also, there is this:


Super awesome green and yellow spotted kitchen floor.  Not-so-awesome?  The bathroom wall paper, which I don't remember seeing when we first looked at the house...


Here is the weird plate thing that is apparently vital to the structural integrity of our home.  (Catch that reference, anyone?)


Luckily, the buttery yellow color perfectly matches my antique desk, so it looks like we put it there ourselves.

The house is pretty old, so it's smaller than our apartment.  We have enough room, we just have far less storage space.  Also, it's bigger than our tiny place in Petaluma, so I know we can make it work.  There's something oddly refreshing to me about downsizing.  It means we get rid of the extra and live only on the necessary.  If you find yourself with too much stuff, I highly recommend moving, especially if you're moving to a smaller place.  It really helps you remember what you actually need.  For example, I will soon be getting rid of a lot of clothes, because there just isn't room for any more.  In my opinion, it's always good to cut the fat, people.

And, in case any of you are wondering where I landed on that whole hair color thing, I did choose to try to go back to my natural color.  The box was labeled "Natural golden brown", which I assumed was probably pretty close to my real color.  So what I'd like to know is who switched out the color for dark, reddish brown?






Does that look like "natural golden brown" to anyone?  It looks even darker and redder in person!  I have decided that my hair just wants to be this color, and so whichever color I dye it, it will go back to this.  Fine with me.  I feel more like myself with dark than with blonde, so we'll stick with this.  At least for awhile...like a month.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Procrastination at its Finest

It's the season of blogging more, cleaning my house, maybe even working out, and spending too much time doing ridiculous, unimportant things.

I've started school again.

Right now, I have three chapters to read, a paper to write, and a few web lectures I need to watch, all before Wednesday.  And of course, instead of actually doing all of this work, I instead feel an intense need to blog, and I suddenly feel like cleaning the house, I think I should do an hour of yoga tonight (even though it hasn't occurred to me to do yoga in six months) and I'm contemplating dying my hair.  Right now.

Yes, school tends to bring out the procrastinator in me.  I always get my work done, I always do it well, and I always freak out right before it's due, thinking I won't finish everything and whatever I turn in will inevitably be crap.  Don't believe me?  Ask my poor husband.  One wonders why I don't just go easy on myself by not waiting until the last minute.  The truth is, I have no idea how to do that.

Not to mention, the past few weeks have been sort of non-stop.  Work has been a beast lately - lots of long days, lots of waking up at 3am, lots of having to wake up at 3am after not getting home until 10pm. Also, happily, we had visitors last week!  The four members of the fabulous Not To Reason Why stopped in Salem on their tour, which meant that Sam and I got to hang out with Navid, Paul, Lauren, and Ian.  We had dinner, Lauren and I bought some amazing America-themed shirts to wear to watch the fireworks, and Navid dominated at Dance Central on the Kinect.  On Thursday we drove up to Portland to watch them perform, which was pretty rad.  They're crazy talented, lovely people.  And I always love having visitors.  (Hint, hint, to all of you California friends.)

Technically my homework isn't due until Sunday, but on Thursday Sam and I are headed to Tahoe to go camping.  We didn't get to camp at all last summer, so we're pretty excited.  Even better, we get to go with Marci, Josh, JulieAnn, and Robert, so we're guaranteed a good time.  And obviously I can't do homework on Wednesday, because Wednesday is...



my birthday.



And doing homework on your birthday is, in my opinion, the equivalent to running a marathon right before your wedding.  Utterly ridiculous.

So, I suppose I really should get back to homework, and try to ignore the voice in my head that's telling me it's a good time to reorganize my closets.  And I will have to wait to dye my hair, even though I am itching to go back to brown.  Yes...it took three months and I-don't-even-want-to-admit-how-much-money to get my hair blond, but I'm over it.  Today a girl at work said I change the color of my hair more than anyone she's ever known.  Hmmm...

Medium brown...

Dark brown...

Bright red...

Black...

Dark red...

Aannnd, blonde...

Blonde is the most expensive, most high-maintenance, and makes my hair straighter, which is sorta lame, so it's gotta go.  But does anyone think one color looks better than the other?  And try not to let my facial expressions influence you...apparently it's difficult for me to take a normal picture.

And the procrastination has now run its course, so it's time for some homework.  You're welcome for the completely pointless blog that only served to prevent me from working.
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