Mixed Bag

For starters, let me just say that Skippy Snack Bars are really really good. Too bad they're not very good for you …

I just got the moving check-out list from our apartment manager. Mon dieu! What a list. I had no idea everything had to be sooooo perfect before we moved out. Sure I figured it needed to be cleaned, but yeesh! The checklist is 2 pages long, single spaced. We're even required to have the carpets professionally cleaned. Does renting a stain-master from the grocery store count? And how am I going to fit this crap into the incredibly short moving window we've got, exakly? Can someone explain that to me? Thank goodness I asked now instead of in two weeks. We'll have to make some plans around this. I may need to make some charts and get out the ol' slide rule (TI-89). Wonder if carpet cleaners come after 5 PM ….

At least the library had a bunch of my reserves ready to pick up. So I've got a nice thick stack of books to read … some by Gerald Durrell and some by Meg Cabot and some by Gene Stratton-Porter. Going to the library is not nearly such a chore since I found the traffic light-less route to the library (and it will work for the post office too). Taking this new route cuts me down from FIVE poorly timed traffic lights (in 1.5 miles) to 0. Excellent, this. Continue reading “Mixed Bag”

Trauma!!!

We're doing tha obligatory house cleaning/purging that you do when you prepare to move. As part of this, I decided to get rid of a prized posession … the model apartment I made my last year at college in art class. It was a wrench giving it up, but it's big, bulky, delicate, serves no useful purpose, and was falling apart (and not in a minor way). It was a wench to get rid of it, but I still have lots of good memories from making it, and some pictures. I guess I can always make another … I think, if it had held up, it would have been great fun for some kid to have. Continue reading “Trauma!!!”

Packing

I actually started packing yesterday. I'd been kinda toying with the idea for a couple of days now and yesterday I finally took out a stack of boxes (I'd saved them two years ago when we moved here) and started packing. So now, one of our book cases in the living room is mostly barren … kinda sad. Also v. cool: I was going through this book that I had gotten for my birthday quite a while back (at least a year, prolly two) from someone … I'd started to read it a couple of times, but I never really gotten into it … anyhoo, I tossed into my “don't pack until later in case I want to read” pile and went on. A few minutes later, I looked down and the book looked a bit weird. So I picked it up and discovered that three crisp 10s had slid out of the back and were peeking over the edges. EXCELLENT! I love finding money I'd forgotten about (like when you clean out your purse/bag collection!).

So now I've got $30 Mad Money and I refuse to spend it on packing supplies and/or toothpaste. It will be used properly … to buy some dinner for Matt and I (which doesn't sound very mad, but we don't go out to dinner much) or maybe we'll go see a movie … both sound good. Continue reading “Packing”

Movin' On Out

OK, so WI is a nice place for someone, and we love the apartment we've got here, but the time has come to say, “G'bye Dairy-Cow-A-Gogo-Land!” We've both been looking for work in Denver, but we haven't found it yet. However the lease is running out and it's about to get very very cold here. So we've taken one of those leaps-of-faith that are so very very hard for practical, logical, vulcan-like people (wasn't that a nerdy reference) like Matt and I to take … we're moving to CO at the end of August.

My sweet Mutti and Vati have been uber-generous and are allowing us and the puppy to stay with them while we get things all settled. I think they might even be kinda excited about the prospect. I know I am. Continue reading “Movin' On Out”

I Was Sound Asleep ….

… in one of those perfect sleeps who come to people who stayed up way to late watching movies and crashed into bed happily at 4 AM … when the phone rang. Matt, more awake than I, grabbed the phone and checked the caller ID on our phone. “Toll-free call,” said he and set it back in its base.

I had told “toll-free call”, AKA AT&T, to bugger off last week and they had called me all of this week and recieved no answer. So now that I was awake, my blood was beginning to boil. I grabbed the phone off its base and picked up. “Hello?”

“Hi! This is Sonia Murdoch with the long distance company, AT&T …”

“IT'S 10:34 ON A SATURDAY MORNING!” I said, rather curtly. I clicked the phone off and snuggled back up to Matt.

“What was that?” he asked. I explained. “You should have told her, 'and I was sleeping!'”

“Oh, I think that was understood,” I said.

Summer Summer Summer

Where the heck did half of July go?? Will someone tell me, please? Summer is going by altogether too fast just like it always does. And of course, there's still so much I want to do. I've only made it to the pool two or three times (thank you very much, rain) and there have been far too few trips to the farmer's market.

I got Martha Stewart Kids' Magazine (a magazine I love because it's less pretentious and more fun than its adult counterpart, not because I have kids or am thinking about having kids) the other day and they had all of these v. cool blender drinks in there. I have try them before summer is gone! They look sooo yummy. Of course, they also have a big section on sand-castle building which makes me want to run to the nearest beach. I love all the seasons, but I think, at heart, I'm truly a summer girl.

Birthday List

My b'day is still about a month offf, but y'know, it's always good to get those requests in early …. especially since some of the things I want are going to take a bit-o-time …

1. for either Matt or I (or both of us, relaly, I'm not picky!!) to find a new job in Denver (that doesn't involve slinging burgers or folding shirts)
2. finding the perfect house/condo in Denver
3. a (eek!) mortgage to go with it
4. the entire process of moving to go off without a hitch (unlike last time)
5. world peace

No gift-wrap needed, really.

Ode to Ms. Kelly

Little sister is 22 years old today. I must say that I am pretty lucky that Mom and Dad were good enough to provide me with a little sister like her. She's one of my best friends and … like she's said before, we'd be friends even if we weren't sisters but being sisters does make it extra nice.

So happy happy b'day to an excellent lil sis and a great friend. You're very talented and smart and special and nice (when you're not being snarky with me ). And we don't get to see each other nearly enough. Kisses and hugs. I love you lots!

Running in the Rain

Around 9 last night, Matt and I decided to have a nice little walk. We left and went out and spent about an hour and a half walking around our neighborhood and the little town and talking and whatever. So we decided to head back and we made it all the way to the McDonald's, about half a mile from our place … and … the sky opened up (and we're talking about a downpour). So … we ran for it. But of course, it mattered not. By the time we got home, my shoes (my best running shoes) were soaked, not to mention the rest of me. I'm sure we looked like some special species of drowned rats.

It was certainly nice to have a warm shower and snuggle into a warm bed with freshly changed sheets.