I don’t know if it’s because it’s Monday or if this is just “normal” me, but the following thought just passed my mind as a woman in front of me failed to hold the elevator in my office building.
“Whatever, I don’t want to be stuck an elevator with someone who has the audacity to wear red Uggs with a pink down coat.”
Reeearrrr.
Yes, it’s 4:14pm on a day when I thought I’d be able to make a break for it at 3pm, and I’m STILL at work. Why do people send me work to do at 2:30pm when everyone knows this is a worthless work week? Ugh.
Anyway, I finally got it done, and I’m about to pack up and get on the train. My eyes hurt. I think working makes them worse. Here’s hoping I win the lotto on January 1st. Not that $1 million is enough to quit my job, but maybe enough go on a hiatus for a while.
And because today is blogging day, another post. I got this from Karyn’s blog, Pretty in the City.
Today is my first day back at work since last Friday. I had Wednesday off (after Xmas Eve and Day) and then yesterday, I chose to work from home.
The worst part is I do in fact have TONS of work to do, yet simply choose not to do it. It’s monkey work. My boss even knows that. Monkey work is the hardest to get motivated to do. Bah. I’ll just blog and email today. Maybe I’ll work later.
Anyway – I’ve been gone for quite a while, so this is bound to be a long bloggy. Or, maybe I’ll just sum it up.
I’m so glad Christmas is over. I’m glad we have nothing going on until the end of January when we go to Costa Rica. I just can’t imagine having a weekend where we don’t really have anything we HAVE to do! Although, tomorrow we have to go the apartment and get out our last few things, and sweep up and lightly clean. But THEN, we’ll have nothing to do.
Back to what everyone missed. (As if it’s so fabulous.) I scrambled from Tuesday – Friday unpacking and making our house look lived in. Friday, I had an eye doctor appointment since my eyes had taken on a “I’m stoned/I have pink eye” kind of look over the past couple of weeks. Diagnosis? Ocular Rosecea. I’ll let you google that one on your own, if you wish. It basically means my eyes suck. And they’ll probably keep sucking until I die. He gave me some drops that are some kind of steroid to help with the redness. I heart getting old.
Saturday my folks came up from Wisconsin. We had an awesome time while they were here. Lots of drinks, laughs and I even made dinner for everyone. It was a monumental experience none the less. It snowed like a bitch on Sunday – the hubs had to shovel twice or something. My mom and I both cried when they left on Sunday night to go back to the hotel, but we didn’t know it until later. Funny – I never thought I’d do that. I don’t think my mom did either.
Monday morning (Xmas Eve) I was hungover like a SOB and nearly threw up after we picked up the keg for the party we were having the next night. I went home and snoozed while the husband picked up his bro from the airport. Then – it was time for family festivities. Lesson learned: don’t be hungover when you have to deal with someone else’s family. 
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that bad. But a couple glasses of wine would have helped. So many screaming babies, so many cousins of my husband whose names I couldn’t remember. We were home by 11:30pm and went straight to bed.
Tuesday morning, we cleaned and prepped the house for the plethora of people about to arrive that evening (people meaning friends of my husband and his siblings – really none of my friends could come due to being out of town). Then in the afternoon we went to the husband’s folks house. We ate tons of food, opened presents, and then we took off to set up food for the party. Luckily (!) it snowed all day on Christmas so the amount of people who came over was slightly diminished. It was a good time had by all, and the last person was put into a cab at 4am, and then to bed.
The rest is just blahness – mostly sleeping on couches and not being productive. Miles the cat was the sweetest – he’s been my furry blanket for the past couple of days. I wish he was at the office with me to keep me warm.
So, that was my holiday. I missed like 800 calls from my family and friends the past few days due to being busy and also having my ringer off most of the time, and not having the sense enough to turn it back on when I realized it. Buh.
And the most important item of this blog – the “what did I get for Christmas” list:
From the hubby:
An 8GB iPod Nano. (and it’s blue!)
Justin Timberlake: Live from Madison Square Garden DVD. (now that’s sex in a box!)
From my parents:
850 thread count sheets (EXCELLENT)
Some cute Nick & Nora PJs
Fresh Laundry perfume by Clean (smells so good!)
An ornament
Some $$
From Hubby’s folks:
Cute earrings I wanted from Patina
Some $$
Although probably not technically a Christmas gift, my friend David scored me a bottle of LAMB perfume. I think I’ll split it with my friend Angie. She loves it as much as I do, but I won’t use the whole bottle, that’s for sure.
My grandparents and his gave us $$, ornaments, and other misc items. It was a pretty good Christmas in that department.
And now, this ginormous post is coming to an end. Looks like I didn’t sum up anything. Oops.
After being gone from my internet so long, I’ve forgotten nearly everything I wanted to blog about!
I’ll just recap.
Friday: Woke up and drove to our closing. It was freakin FREEZING out. Closing went well. Signed my name 3,294 times. Signed once with my maiden name by accident – oops – just to much pressure with having to remember my middle initial and everything. Handed over our dollars, they got theirs, we got keys. It was not as exciting as I thought it would be. (Mostly because we couldn’t really get in the house until 10am Saturday.) We went and got lunch, then picked up the truck. The hubs and his brother-in-law loaded up the stuff from his parents house and I went to Target and spent $$. Went home and finished packing up the apartment.
Saturday: Woke up bright and early – moved all day. Boo-boo (the cat) did not care for the move at all. He basically just growled and hissed for about 20 hours. He’s better now. Miles (the cat) took it pretty well. He’s such a nice boy. (That’s because he’s mine. The hubs’ cat’s the unsociable one.
The hubs’ mom, sister and I unpacked the kitchen and put the bed together while the boys rested between trips. Thank god they helped with that stuff. It was fun unpacking all the wedding gifts. It’s like everything in our kitchen is brand new!
Sunday: The most fun day. The hubs and I decided to go and buy the things we needed (and wanted) for the house. I’ll fill you in on the fun purchases:
PetSmart: Christmas toys for the kitties and a pet door for the laundry room so they can get in to poop while the door is closed.
Crate and Barrel: Misc stuff. Mostly fulfilling the registry, getting our 10% off and using $300 in gift cards. I wish shopping was always like that.
Slumberland Furniture: An ottoman. Was $250, on sale for $99, then a “deep discount” price of $50.
IKEA: Two dressers (one for him and one for me), a little table for the stereo in the living room, and a “coffee table” we’re using as a TV stand.
Target: Table runner for Christmas party, outdoor firepit, new trash can, baking soda for the fridge, silverware organizer, fireplace tools, etc. More gift cards spent.
Home Depot: Shovels, ice spade, rugs for snowy boots.
And that was that. We unpacked all that stuff, I put together the coffee table and little table and I decided I needed to take Monday off to get crap done. The hubs decided to try for our first fire in the fireplace, which resulted in the house filling up with smoke. Apparently the flue is a little temperamental.
Monday: Febreezed everything in the house to get rid of the smoky smell. Put together the dressers (PITA), unpacked the guest room, rest of the kitchen, put things where they needed to be. Most importantly, the cable guy came and hooked us up. Hooray! I didn’t feel at home until I was on the couch with the laptop checking my email.
I think we’re putting up our tree tonight. This week is going to fly by. I still have to buy my mom a Christmas gift. The hubs hasn’t even begun his shopping.
*sigh*
But we’re in our house. I LOVE it. Pictures coming soon.
So, I fell coming down the stairs at my husband’s parent’s house last night. It was nearly the first thing I did when I got there.
It was those damn deck shoes that got me in trouble a few posts back. At the top of the stairs, I thought for a moment about how I should take my shoes off so I don’t track snow into their house. Then I realized the hubs had already gone into the basement with his on, so in order to keep the socks dry, I kept the shoes on. I made it down the stairs just fine. When I took my first step on the basement floor, I was down. (Mind you, this isn’t just a cement floor, it’s a PAINTED cement floor. Perfect for slipping on in low traction shoes.)
I honestly had no time to do anything but fall. I must have started to turn my body to grab onto something, because I fell right on my right hip. HARD. My left elbow took some of the brunt, and I also apparently hurt my right knee. Today, my whole right side of my lower back is screaming, on top of all those other injuries.
I’m an 80 year old woman slipping on the basement floor.
The first thing I did after I landed was yell “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!” This may have been a poor choice of word considering the hubs’ parents don’t appreciate that word very much. They certainly have never heard it come out of my mouth (although I’ve warned them that I do, in fact, have a sailor’s mouth, they just don’t get to hear it). He came running to see what had happened, and apparently it must have looked like I fell all the way down the stairs. I may as well have.
Point of telling this story? I don’t know how I’m going to move ANYTHING in the next few days. Worse yet – my team at work is going bowling on Thursday. I need to have my A game!
It’s a just a travesty, for sure.
*Side note – while searching the internet for pictures of people falling down stairs, I came across this page. Yes, that is a stock photo of a woman making her self vomit, and the same couple being stoked about a pregnancy test, and also terrified. Ah, the land of stock photography.
Last night, I actually packed the remainder of the bedroom, save a few drawers of my lil ikea dresser. All that remains are some breakables in the living room and the kitchen. I wish I hadn’t packed the camera already – I’d show pictures of the hellaciousness that is our apartment. The cats are having a field day with all the boxes and insanity.
After reading my dear friend’s blog this morning…I suddenly grew sad (again) that I won’t be home over Christmas. I mean, my parents are coming up here the 22-24th, so at least I get to see them, but I won’t get to see any of my friends. I don’t have any siblings, so I’ve come to rely on my girlfriends as my extended family. Martini is my BFF, we’re seriously like sisters. The rest of my girlfriends are like my cousins, I’ll say. But still – not being able to see them around the holidays makes me really sad. A few of my friends from back home have been my friends for over 20 years. That’s ridiculous – and why they’re like family.
It’s strange, while I will be missing out on seeing my whole family as well over the holidays, that isn’t hitting me as much yet, as much as not seeing my friends is. My mom’s family is going to Tahoe for the holiday, sans my parents. My two little cousins that were just born this summer will be there, whom I have yet to meet. It’s a bummer. I only choked up a little at Thanksgiving, when I talked to my mom on the phone and could hear everyone in the background. I think Christmas is going to be different.
Alright – I’ll try to snap out of my crabbies and get cheery since we’re moving and that’s happy times!
So, instead of spending the WHOLE weekend packing – we spent about 5-6 hours packing on Saturday. We made a decent dent, but still have the kitchen, half the bedroom, and the storage space in the basement left.
I didn’t get a chance to actually count my shoes because my husband packed them, but I packed 2 medium sized Home Depot boxes full of them, as well as my suitcase. The hubs freaked out. He just kept saying “I’ve never even SEEN you wear these!” Whatever – I love them all. And in a few short days, they’ll all be laid out to be loved again in the attic (AKA – my new closet). It’s finished, could be a bedroom, but since we don’t need it as a bedroom – it will be my office and closet. SO STOKED.
The sellers contacted our Realtor asking if we’d be interested in buying their TV they have in the basement – it’s like a 42 inch HD rear projection TV. We said maybe – depends on their asking price. We were thinking about getting a plasma at some point – but this would allow us to same some money for a while – maybe get a plasma next Christmas then. We’ll see. Kind of cool though.
So – to wrap the weekend up, the toilet started to run in our apartment. (Better go catch it! Ba-dum-bum.) A kind of “run” that jiggling the handle couldn’t cure, and was about to keep both of us awake. So, at midnight, I was attempting to be resident plumber and fix it. My “professional opinion,” after sticking my hand in the seriously ice cold water, was that since the air temp was so cold, the frigid water hardened up the flap in the bottom of the toilet. (Thanks Dad for all the Tom-Boy lessons) – so I rigged it so the tank wouldn’t fill up again. And called the landlord – who hasn’t acknowledged our notice yet. He’d better recognize – we move in 5 days!!!
…for when this comes out…
Martini – I’ll need to book my tickets to see you in May.
If I’m too excited to work now, how will I work next week?
We’re going to our house-to-be in less than 3 hours so we can take measurements and get one last look before the official walk through next week. I’m getting so excited to move. All of our utilities have been transferred (aside from cable – Comcast has decided to make transferring our cable the biggest pain in the ass EVER) and the hubs got a truck lined up – we’ll have it for two days, Friday and Saturday.
I finally packed something last night. Books – 3 boxes. Well, more like 2.5 boxes, I put some towels and a couple sheets (more like painting drop cloths) in a box with some books to make it less ominous. I also cleaned the mildew off the wall/ceiling near the shower last night. The hubs kept telling me to just leave it – but I couldn’t. It was grossing me out so bad – I didn’t want people helping us move to see it. I wasn’t worried about the landlord’s thoughts, just my friends and family. Typical.
This weekend there will have to be some serious packing taking place. Like – everything but some clothes and maybe some dishes should be packed. It’s so overwhelming – I’m already preparing items for procrastination use.
Alright – I need to get back to “working.” More later.
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