So, I apologize for not blogging last night... we got back to the hotel reeeeeeeeeally late, and then when I tried to log onto the internet my access was denied. Sure, I probably just needed to call down to the front desk for the password, but I was so exhausted, that I used this as an excuse not to do it. There. I admit it!
So, anyway, I'm trying to write this, but The Fuzz has graced us with her presence in the bed. She obviously has been scared and confused. Every time we get to a new hotel she meows and then hides under the bed. Then she comes out when we are asleep. But tonight, I was taking my vitamins. She thought I had the cat treats, so she came out begging for them. So, of course we found the cat treats and gave her some. And when she was done, she jumped up here in the bed. She's been marking the computer, and then she even went in the middies. The middies is the middle of the bed, obviously. She never goes there because she is scared of being enclosed. But I guess she is having a hard time and needs some reassuring affection. Hopefully when we get to the apartment tomorrow they will acclimate fast.
Anyhoo, yesterday was a long day. We did sleep in til 10:30, which was nice. I think I got around 7 hours of sleep which is on the high side lately. We got up and went to the quarter, got iced coffee at CC's (boy do they know how to make it properly) and then walked around. It was already after 11, so we decided to eat lunch at Coop's, which was delicious. Then we walked around some more. We went down to Royal Street and watched a band play Doreen's Jazz Band. We had seen them last time we were in New Orleans. Doreen plays clarinet and she sings as well. Amazing voice and an amazing clarinet player. Everyone in the band was great. The FP teared up, if you must know.
So, then we walked down to the blue dog gallery, Rodrigue. I hadn't been in since it moved down the street. Amazing. To see the big huge paintings is something else. And a lot of the paintings have these beautiful ornate gold frames that really made them so......... New Orleansy. I love Rodrigue.
After that, we went back and got the car. We went to see our friend in the hospital. She had just had a baby a couple days before. A teeny boy. So we got to hang out with her and her twin sister for a little. It was great. So good to see old friends.
Then we went back down the riverbend to Cooter Brown's. I won't go into it too much. Oysters and beer. After that, we went back to the hotel room to relax.
After that dinner with some friends at the FP's old place of work. We closed the place down, then we went next door for drinks. Until 2:20 am. I was so ready to leave at 12:30, but I tried to be patient. I don't think I did a good job. But not only was I tired and cranky and sleepy, the smoke in the bar was killing me. As talking to drunks. I stopped drinking after dinner, while everyone else knocked em back. Is it bad that I've come to realize that my socializing threshold is about 4 hours. So, I think I can conversate with others for about 4 hours, and then after that, they generally are drunk, and then they start repeating stories, or start to talk about things they shouldn't talk about or start to become a caricature of themselves. So, I like to get out before that all happens. I used to be in the thick of it all, getting fuuuuucked up. But now, I kinda don't like to get fucked up. And I can't tolerate others getting fucked up very well. I'm getting old before my time.
Anyway, TBC........
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Saturday, November 19, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Day 3 Drive Coast To Coast
So, it's 1:17am, but really my body says it's 11:17pm. Either way, I am tired. We went to bed fairly late last night, and we overslept an hour - but I still only got about hours sleep at best.
So, the FP was edgy and impatient from being behind schedule. I was cranky from being awaken abruptly and being expected to move and think fast before I was allowed to wake up and have coffee. I've said it before, I am a big baby without enough sleep and especially when I am abruptly woken up from a deep sleep.
Anyway, I never checked the tire pressure before we left for our coast to coast drive. Stupid. But I just kept forgetting. And I hadn't checked the oil since right before we left. I remembered while we were in the long and slow Starbucks drive thru line. The FP was not happy. So, of course, it was a pain in the ass to get back to a gas station. But we did, so I started to check the tires. They all could use air, they definitely were on the low side for all the weight we were carrying. Probably would have saved us a few bucks.
So then we got on the road. The FP asked for some Alleve. I asked if he knew where it was. He didn't. He held his hand out expectantly while I madly scrounged around the crowded car looking. Then he remembered. It was under the driver seat in a container with change. So I had to move all this shit to get to it. I threw some bag. The FP asked, are you mad? So, I gave him his Alleve. And yeah, I was mad. I was cranky. Everyone in the car was cranky, even Stinky.
So, I tried to sleep, but I couldn't breathe. My sinuses were congested, and the generic claritin d was in the back of the car where I could not reach it. So, I just tried to breathe. It was very tiring and annoying. I had to wait until we stopped to get the meds. It was a quiet ride, but none of us (all four of us) seemed like talking much.
The drive was long and tiring and never ending. And then it was trafficky and windy and just way more annoying than the previous day. But, then, we finally started to see signs that Louisiana was approaching. More and more cajun food. But it seemed to take forever to get to Louisiana. At some point we did finally get there. At one place, we stopped to pee and to switch drivers. Chevron. There was a sign that mentioned boudin. So I was looking for it. The cashier asked me what I was looking for. I said sausage. So she reached into a crock pot and retrieved a foil wrapped tube meat. So, we got in the car, and I unwrapped it to discover it was like andouille or a similar smoked sausage. Oh well, it was still delicious. And then, that kind of got us more excited for the drive to New Orleans.
Finally, we got into town, and we got into the hotel. It was Staybridge Suites. While it's not one of those charming hotels oozing with New Orleans character, they do allow pets for a low fee, and it's cheaper than other places we looked into. And we didn't really want to stay right in the quarter. So it was perfect. Clean, big enough for the four of us, so much better than the night before. It was great.
So, we unpacked/organized, got the cats set up, had a beer, then our friends picked us up for dinner. We had a pleasant time at Jackson's on Magazine street, then we went to Tracey's to watch the last half of the NFL game. Our other friend showed up, we shot the shit, next thing I knew, it was 12:30 and the FP was shitfaced. So.....New Orleans. So, I assisted him to the car, and our friend dropped us off. He's in bed snoring away peacefully, while I'm here at the desk, writing this blog. Boy am I tired, but everyone seems relaxed now. None of us had gone #2, but a while after we checked into the hotel, the FP and I both went. The cats have only just #1ed, but hopefully soon, they will #2, as it will relax them. I know it relaxed me when I went!
So, the FP was edgy and impatient from being behind schedule. I was cranky from being awaken abruptly and being expected to move and think fast before I was allowed to wake up and have coffee. I've said it before, I am a big baby without enough sleep and especially when I am abruptly woken up from a deep sleep.
Anyway, I never checked the tire pressure before we left for our coast to coast drive. Stupid. But I just kept forgetting. And I hadn't checked the oil since right before we left. I remembered while we were in the long and slow Starbucks drive thru line. The FP was not happy. So, of course, it was a pain in the ass to get back to a gas station. But we did, so I started to check the tires. They all could use air, they definitely were on the low side for all the weight we were carrying. Probably would have saved us a few bucks.
So then we got on the road. The FP asked for some Alleve. I asked if he knew where it was. He didn't. He held his hand out expectantly while I madly scrounged around the crowded car looking. Then he remembered. It was under the driver seat in a container with change. So I had to move all this shit to get to it. I threw some bag. The FP asked, are you mad? So, I gave him his Alleve. And yeah, I was mad. I was cranky. Everyone in the car was cranky, even Stinky.
So, I tried to sleep, but I couldn't breathe. My sinuses were congested, and the generic claritin d was in the back of the car where I could not reach it. So, I just tried to breathe. It was very tiring and annoying. I had to wait until we stopped to get the meds. It was a quiet ride, but none of us (all four of us) seemed like talking much.
The drive was long and tiring and never ending. And then it was trafficky and windy and just way more annoying than the previous day. But, then, we finally started to see signs that Louisiana was approaching. More and more cajun food. But it seemed to take forever to get to Louisiana. At some point we did finally get there. At one place, we stopped to pee and to switch drivers. Chevron. There was a sign that mentioned boudin. So I was looking for it. The cashier asked me what I was looking for. I said sausage. So she reached into a crock pot and retrieved a foil wrapped tube meat. So, we got in the car, and I unwrapped it to discover it was like andouille or a similar smoked sausage. Oh well, it was still delicious. And then, that kind of got us more excited for the drive to New Orleans.
Finally, we got into town, and we got into the hotel. It was Staybridge Suites. While it's not one of those charming hotels oozing with New Orleans character, they do allow pets for a low fee, and it's cheaper than other places we looked into. And we didn't really want to stay right in the quarter. So it was perfect. Clean, big enough for the four of us, so much better than the night before. It was great.
So, we unpacked/organized, got the cats set up, had a beer, then our friends picked us up for dinner. We had a pleasant time at Jackson's on Magazine street, then we went to Tracey's to watch the last half of the NFL game. Our other friend showed up, we shot the shit, next thing I knew, it was 12:30 and the FP was shitfaced. So.....New Orleans. So, I assisted him to the car, and our friend dropped us off. He's in bed snoring away peacefully, while I'm here at the desk, writing this blog. Boy am I tired, but everyone seems relaxed now. None of us had gone #2, but a while after we checked into the hotel, the FP and I both went. The cats have only just #1ed, but hopefully soon, they will #2, as it will relax them. I know it relaxed me when I went!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Day Two Drive From Coast to Coast
So, here we are in San Antonio, Texas. In an Econolodge a bit on the outskirts of the city.
I spent almost an hour and a half trying to figure out what hotels in the area were pet friendly. So, I went online on the iphone, and let me tell you, the internets is not always as reliable as you think. So, there were allegedly a bunch of upscale hotels in the riverwalk area that are pet friendly, but that's not in our budget. So, then I found a couple like Best Western and such that touted being pet friendly. So I called, and no. False advertising. I called a La Quinta downtown. That place is pet friendly. So the guy started to take my reservation, and wouldn't you know, dropped call.
So, anyway, we were driving on the outskirts, and there were plenty of hotels with lots of conveniences around. We thought about exiting by one particular area, but we missed the exit. So, that's when we saw another La Quinta. But there were more hotels on the other side of the street, so we thought we would try that side first. So, Days Inn didn't look too bad, but no pets. Econolodge shared the same parking lot, so we figured we would try it. I walked into the office, and there was a sign saying the pet fee is $15. Not the most ideal place, but we knew it took pets and we were tired. So we took it.
There was a BBQ joint right in front of the motel, but stupid us, it closed at 9 pm, so we missed out! Anyway, I will discuss that on the food blog. So, it is windy as hell and cold here. I don't like it. We had to go in the big ole Walmart (because everything is bigger in Texas) to buy beer, and it was hot and stuffy in there. It had high ceilings, lots of aisle space, it was a warehouse, yet they seemed to have the heat cranked up to the point that I felt like I would have to throw up or pass out.
So, yeah. Sitting here writing this blog drinking a Ziegen Bock amber, whatever that is. I am ready to exit Texas, but we still have several more hours. But after that it's on to our beloved Louisiana. :)
Today the cats were pretty quiet. Of course when we took The Fuzz out to the car this morning, she was meowing so loudly it was echoing through the carpeted hallway. In the car, she mostly kept quiet, but every once in a while if one of us looked at her she would quietly meow. I opened her carrier for a bit, but she just sat there without moving. I let Stinksy out, and he sat on my lap most of the time. Of course, he eventually wanted to get in the sweet spot of the car to all cats - the space under the driver's feet! I kept him out of there though. Eventually, he just lay down on the back seat right next to The Fuzz's carrier.
Anyway, parts of the drive were pretty, El Paso was cool, and the plateaus were pretty, but it does feel like a never ending drive. What I can say, is I definitely can tell I'm in another part of the country. We needed gas and a pee, so we exited one of the first exits that we saw for about 50 miles. There was a sign for Chevron there. So we exited, and the sign said to go down the road 2 miles. Two miles! So, we did. And this crappy little Chevron was about half a mile from the other gas stations, that were off the second exit. So, kind of to spite the 2 mile from the exit Chevron, we went to another place, called Stripes. Let me tell you, the place had all stripes and all colors... cars that is. There were weird old cars and remodeled old muscle cars and red jettas and diesel pickup trucks and saturns and hybrid cars. Weird. Just strange because it was a tiny little town and it seemed like everyone that lived there was getting gas at the same time.
Well, as the FP says, there's no turning back now!
I spent almost an hour and a half trying to figure out what hotels in the area were pet friendly. So, I went online on the iphone, and let me tell you, the internets is not always as reliable as you think. So, there were allegedly a bunch of upscale hotels in the riverwalk area that are pet friendly, but that's not in our budget. So, then I found a couple like Best Western and such that touted being pet friendly. So I called, and no. False advertising. I called a La Quinta downtown. That place is pet friendly. So the guy started to take my reservation, and wouldn't you know, dropped call.
So, anyway, we were driving on the outskirts, and there were plenty of hotels with lots of conveniences around. We thought about exiting by one particular area, but we missed the exit. So, that's when we saw another La Quinta. But there were more hotels on the other side of the street, so we thought we would try that side first. So, Days Inn didn't look too bad, but no pets. Econolodge shared the same parking lot, so we figured we would try it. I walked into the office, and there was a sign saying the pet fee is $15. Not the most ideal place, but we knew it took pets and we were tired. So we took it.
There was a BBQ joint right in front of the motel, but stupid us, it closed at 9 pm, so we missed out! Anyway, I will discuss that on the food blog. So, it is windy as hell and cold here. I don't like it. We had to go in the big ole Walmart (because everything is bigger in Texas) to buy beer, and it was hot and stuffy in there. It had high ceilings, lots of aisle space, it was a warehouse, yet they seemed to have the heat cranked up to the point that I felt like I would have to throw up or pass out.
So, yeah. Sitting here writing this blog drinking a Ziegen Bock amber, whatever that is. I am ready to exit Texas, but we still have several more hours. But after that it's on to our beloved Louisiana. :)
Today the cats were pretty quiet. Of course when we took The Fuzz out to the car this morning, she was meowing so loudly it was echoing through the carpeted hallway. In the car, she mostly kept quiet, but every once in a while if one of us looked at her she would quietly meow. I opened her carrier for a bit, but she just sat there without moving. I let Stinksy out, and he sat on my lap most of the time. Of course, he eventually wanted to get in the sweet spot of the car to all cats - the space under the driver's feet! I kept him out of there though. Eventually, he just lay down on the back seat right next to The Fuzz's carrier.
Anyway, parts of the drive were pretty, El Paso was cool, and the plateaus were pretty, but it does feel like a never ending drive. What I can say, is I definitely can tell I'm in another part of the country. We needed gas and a pee, so we exited one of the first exits that we saw for about 50 miles. There was a sign for Chevron there. So we exited, and the sign said to go down the road 2 miles. Two miles! So, we did. And this crappy little Chevron was about half a mile from the other gas stations, that were off the second exit. So, kind of to spite the 2 mile from the exit Chevron, we went to another place, called Stripes. Let me tell you, the place had all stripes and all colors... cars that is. There were weird old cars and remodeled old muscle cars and red jettas and diesel pickup trucks and saturns and hybrid cars. Weird. Just strange because it was a tiny little town and it seemed like everyone that lived there was getting gas at the same time.
Well, as the FP says, there's no turning back now!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Exhausted
So, I'm in the lobby of La Quinta in Las Cruces, New Mexico. The wireless signal is too weak in the hotel room.
Hell of a long day.
So it started around... 4:30, I think. I took a shower. Then we finished packing stuff and getting rid of stuff. We went to our friend's house at 6:30 to drop off our desk - yes, we woke her up for it. Then we started packing the car, and we realized we did not have nearly enough room for all this stuff. So we had to reopen the relocube and figure how to add more stuff to the pile. It is pretty full now, as is the car. We threw away some stuff that could be useful, and the morning recyclers/dumpster divers took some of it. Just not the bed and futon that is just leaning again an electric pole......
Our landlady, the FP's girlfriend, came over at 8:30 sharp to "check us out". We were just finishing packing and cleaning. You have to understand, we are dirty people. Under the time constraint we had to finish the cleaning, it was a good job for our standards. She walked in and said, did you clean at all? She looked around for ten seconds and said, the refrigerator is clean, but you didn't clean anything else. We looked at her. Pause. I went into a spiel about how with the short amount of time we had, packing the cube and then cleaning right after while still living in the apartment, we did the best we could. If we were moving locally, then we could have vacated and had a couple days to clean. So, I said, whatever you have to take out of the deposit, you can, because this is all we had time for. She kind of backed down then. I really didn't care at that point. I was exhausted, and it was only 8:40 am!
So, we got the hell out of there. We had to go to Cox to drop off the DVR. So, we get there at 8:48, and there is a line outside waiting to get in. So we get in line. At about 2 minutes to 9, the security guard comes and tells us it's going to be 10 or 15 minutes because of a comupter problem. A communications company with a computer problem!!! LOL! We were not happy. Most everyone else was pissed too. Finally, we got in, and we left San Diego around 9:34.
It is now 11:49 pm. My cats are tired and uncomfortable and thirsty and restless. The FP is probably passed out in bed already, lucky. So, now, I too am off to bed.
Hell of a long day.
So it started around... 4:30, I think. I took a shower. Then we finished packing stuff and getting rid of stuff. We went to our friend's house at 6:30 to drop off our desk - yes, we woke her up for it. Then we started packing the car, and we realized we did not have nearly enough room for all this stuff. So we had to reopen the relocube and figure how to add more stuff to the pile. It is pretty full now, as is the car. We threw away some stuff that could be useful, and the morning recyclers/dumpster divers took some of it. Just not the bed and futon that is just leaning again an electric pole......
Our landlady, the FP's girlfriend, came over at 8:30 sharp to "check us out". We were just finishing packing and cleaning. You have to understand, we are dirty people. Under the time constraint we had to finish the cleaning, it was a good job for our standards. She walked in and said, did you clean at all? She looked around for ten seconds and said, the refrigerator is clean, but you didn't clean anything else. We looked at her. Pause. I went into a spiel about how with the short amount of time we had, packing the cube and then cleaning right after while still living in the apartment, we did the best we could. If we were moving locally, then we could have vacated and had a couple days to clean. So, I said, whatever you have to take out of the deposit, you can, because this is all we had time for. She kind of backed down then. I really didn't care at that point. I was exhausted, and it was only 8:40 am!
So, we got the hell out of there. We had to go to Cox to drop off the DVR. So, we get there at 8:48, and there is a line outside waiting to get in. So we get in line. At about 2 minutes to 9, the security guard comes and tells us it's going to be 10 or 15 minutes because of a comupter problem. A communications company with a computer problem!!! LOL! We were not happy. Most everyone else was pissed too. Finally, we got in, and we left San Diego around 9:34.
It is now 11:49 pm. My cats are tired and uncomfortable and thirsty and restless. The FP is probably passed out in bed already, lucky. So, now, I too am off to bed.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Moving Tetris
So, I completely overestimated how much stuff we had to move. I panicked and ordered 2 storage containers. I was so worried about it all not fitting in the "relocube" (which is not a cube) but I was way way waaaaaaaaay off! We had room to put way more stuff in the first one, and we didn't even open the second one. So the dimensions were 6'/7'/8'. So I had measured off the closet, and I figured 4/5 of the closet was the same size.... not quite accurate. There is the hangar bar and shelf in the closet. Plus, I stacked things a little different in the closet than in the relocube. Luckily, I only pay for whatever I use, so they just take the second one back with no charge.
Needless to say, I'm pretty tired. The FP is already passed out, 15 minutes after he hit the bed. He did most of the bringing the stuff down to the front, and I did more of the rearranging. So, if things get fucked up during the move, it's my fault! Anyway, the relocubes are just sitting there on the street like two sentries. We don't have the best neighborhood, so I'm hoping no one tries to fuck with them. I had to put a lock on the empty cube, because I didn't want anyone going in there and leaving a dead body in it or anything like that. The only thing is, I have to remember to take the lock off before the containers are picked up.
We have to meet with the FP's girlfriend (the landlady ... see numero ocho) at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Kinda early, but we want to get on the road as early as we can.
We do have to drop the DVR box off at Cox, and we need to drop our desk off at our friend's house. Hopefully she will be awake!
So, yeah. Weird night. We have the desk, the mattress and the TV on the TV stand. That's all the furniture. Tomorrow, we are going to get rid of everything except the TV. We had Luigi's Pizza for one last time. Stupid us, we didn't think that they delivered, but we found out tonight that they do deliver. It's a little too late for that. Anyway, one of the things about Luigi's is that it's cash only. So, usually if we get delivery we don't have cash anyway, so that's probably part of why we never checked to see if they delivered. Anyway, it was good pizza.
Right now, The Fuzz is using the litter box. She doesn't know how to scratch to cover. She just scratches the side of the box, not the litter. So she will do this for a long time, and it's irritating, even though it's cute in a retarded (excuse me, mentally challenged) kind of way. Anyway, we had moved the litter box into the bedroom. There's nothing else in there, so it is really loud and echoey in there. Needless to say, the scratching of the walls of the litter box is even more annoying when it's amplified.
We put collars with microchip ID info on the kitties tonight. They fuzzed, I mean fussed a little, but then after, they seemed to not bother about the collars, almost like they like having the collars. They look silly though, because the tags are so big.
Needless to say, I'm pretty tired. The FP is already passed out, 15 minutes after he hit the bed. He did most of the bringing the stuff down to the front, and I did more of the rearranging. So, if things get fucked up during the move, it's my fault! Anyway, the relocubes are just sitting there on the street like two sentries. We don't have the best neighborhood, so I'm hoping no one tries to fuck with them. I had to put a lock on the empty cube, because I didn't want anyone going in there and leaving a dead body in it or anything like that. The only thing is, I have to remember to take the lock off before the containers are picked up.
We have to meet with the FP's girlfriend (the landlady ... see numero ocho) at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Kinda early, but we want to get on the road as early as we can.
We do have to drop the DVR box off at Cox, and we need to drop our desk off at our friend's house. Hopefully she will be awake!
So, yeah. Weird night. We have the desk, the mattress and the TV on the TV stand. That's all the furniture. Tomorrow, we are going to get rid of everything except the TV. We had Luigi's Pizza for one last time. Stupid us, we didn't think that they delivered, but we found out tonight that they do deliver. It's a little too late for that. Anyway, one of the things about Luigi's is that it's cash only. So, usually if we get delivery we don't have cash anyway, so that's probably part of why we never checked to see if they delivered. Anyway, it was good pizza.
Right now, The Fuzz is using the litter box. She doesn't know how to scratch to cover. She just scratches the side of the box, not the litter. So she will do this for a long time, and it's irritating, even though it's cute in a retarded (excuse me, mentally challenged) kind of way. Anyway, we had moved the litter box into the bedroom. There's nothing else in there, so it is really loud and echoey in there. Needless to say, the scratching of the walls of the litter box is even more annoying when it's amplified.
We put collars with microchip ID info on the kitties tonight. They fuzzed, I mean fussed a little, but then after, they seemed to not bother about the collars, almost like they like having the collars. They look silly though, because the tags are so big.
So here's Stinky with his collar
And here's The Fuzz
The tag looks like a bib on her! LOL!!!!!
Anyway, I have to eat my daily yogurt and watch TV and attempt to sleep at a reasonable hour. The bullshit is, I'm really exhausted and have been suffering sleep deprivation, but it doesn't mean I will be able to sleep soundly!
Friday, November 4, 2011
Sad Day
Well, we just sold our lovely wooden dining room set. Although we really used it more as a work table than as a dining table, it was our favorite piece of furniture. Shhhh.... don't tell the guy who bought it, but we used it the last several months as the cats' table for their food and water. And Pete the betta fish lived on the table too.
Which was mainly used to store wedding gifts that we rarely used, and as a table to put our change container, lighters, receipts, business cards, hairspray and hair goo, hairbrush and stuff like that. These were our furniture that we got in New Orleans. And once we get rid of our old ripped up bed, we won't have any furniture from New Orleans. It's kinda sad. But the little cash we got was helpful.
These physically are just objects. I learned a lot about not getting so attached to "things". But, these pieces of heavy wood hold a lot of memories. We have memories here for sure, but even more so in New Orleans. We rarely ever go back to our parents' for holidays, mainly because of work and the hassle of traveling during the holidays. So, we've had a lot of Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners at our place, sitting around this dining room table. Getting loaded. I rarely get loaded much anymore, but holidays still hold a special place in my liver, oh and in my heart too.
I don't think the fuss of bending over backwards and spending more money to be with family during Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day is necessarily worth it. I mean, everyone gets stressed around the holidays, and you've seen the movies. It's kind of better, in my opinion, to be able to hang out with family when it's not a national holiday. I can't tell you how many times we've been visiting with family, and we've be deterred from doing things because it was the holidays. You know, you don't do casual shopping the day after Thanksgiving. And try to go to a popular restaurant that night without a reservation.
Okay, maybe I don't go to visit family nearly enough. I realize this. But I'm trying to get better at it. Like for instance, we are going to be arriving in Florida with no jobs. But, we really need to go visit the FP's mom. She's going through some... trying times. But, I want to go there and get a job asap. But I know she will take it personally if I don't go.
Getting back to the furniture. Every time we get rid of something or pack something, it's another step closer to leaving this little apartment here in Golden Hill, that we've been residing in for over 3 years. It's sad. But, it's promise of a new beginning. New furniture around which to celebrate holidays with new friends. And hopefully lighter furniture. That shit was heavy. I thought I was going to throw my back out helping this lady get that wooden cabinet to her car.
Although, I really think getting rid of the furniture affects the cats the most. They have less and less higher places to hang out in their dwindling habitat. The outside forces are entering into their environment and destroying the life that they knew and were comfortable in. Every time we do cleaning and packing, it freaks them out. Stinksy knows that a big move is in store. The Fuzz doesn't know what to think, but anything different is scary for her anyway. You know, I read these ads on craigslist, people putting their pets up for adoption because they are moving and can't keep them anymore. I'm not going to judge these people. They have their reasons. But I can't imagine moving and just leaving my cats.
I gave up cats once. When I was in college, I took these two little teeny kittens. I didn't tell the property management, and I didn't pay a pet deposit. These little guys would come to bed about 5 minutes after we went to bed. They would settle on the pillows above our heads, and knead our hair until they fell asleep. It was so sweet. During the day, they would hide out in the crevice between the kitchen counters when we were gone. As soon as I walked in, they would pop out to see me. They were my little babies. But, I was an irresponsible college kid.
The air conditioner needed to be fixed. So I had put an order in. I brought the cats to my friend's apartment for her to keep until the air was fixed, so the maintenance guy wouldn't see them. It was several days, and the maintenance man had not shown. I got tired of waiting for him, and I finally took the kitties back. And then the maintenance guy showed up. He made small talk and said something about the kittens. The next day I got a notice that I needed to pay a pet deposit. Fucking rat! I didn't have the money, so I gave them away to these other college kids who seemed equally as irresponsible. I felt like such a bad mom. I had only had them for about 6 weeks, but I loved them. After I dropped them off, I sat in my car and bawled my eyes out for a couple minutes, before I could drive. That was a sad day. I was a dumb college kid.
Anyway, I apologize for rambling on about sad things. It's cold and windy and rainy outside, and that's kind of what my mood is like. Maybe I just need another grilled cheese sandwich. Or even better yet, a Nutella sandwich!!!
So, what can I leave you with? Something a little more cheery, perhaps. I love miniature ponies and horses, so how about a miniature stallion video?!!!
Here's the website for this cute little frisky horse:
http://www.smalleststallion.com/
We also got rid of this last week
Which was mainly used to store wedding gifts that we rarely used, and as a table to put our change container, lighters, receipts, business cards, hairspray and hair goo, hairbrush and stuff like that. These were our furniture that we got in New Orleans. And once we get rid of our old ripped up bed, we won't have any furniture from New Orleans. It's kinda sad. But the little cash we got was helpful.
These physically are just objects. I learned a lot about not getting so attached to "things". But, these pieces of heavy wood hold a lot of memories. We have memories here for sure, but even more so in New Orleans. We rarely ever go back to our parents' for holidays, mainly because of work and the hassle of traveling during the holidays. So, we've had a lot of Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners at our place, sitting around this dining room table. Getting loaded. I rarely get loaded much anymore, but holidays still hold a special place in my liver, oh and in my heart too.
I don't think the fuss of bending over backwards and spending more money to be with family during Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day is necessarily worth it. I mean, everyone gets stressed around the holidays, and you've seen the movies. It's kind of better, in my opinion, to be able to hang out with family when it's not a national holiday. I can't tell you how many times we've been visiting with family, and we've be deterred from doing things because it was the holidays. You know, you don't do casual shopping the day after Thanksgiving. And try to go to a popular restaurant that night without a reservation.
Okay, maybe I don't go to visit family nearly enough. I realize this. But I'm trying to get better at it. Like for instance, we are going to be arriving in Florida with no jobs. But, we really need to go visit the FP's mom. She's going through some... trying times. But, I want to go there and get a job asap. But I know she will take it personally if I don't go.
Getting back to the furniture. Every time we get rid of something or pack something, it's another step closer to leaving this little apartment here in Golden Hill, that we've been residing in for over 3 years. It's sad. But, it's promise of a new beginning. New furniture around which to celebrate holidays with new friends. And hopefully lighter furniture. That shit was heavy. I thought I was going to throw my back out helping this lady get that wooden cabinet to her car.
Although, I really think getting rid of the furniture affects the cats the most. They have less and less higher places to hang out in their dwindling habitat. The outside forces are entering into their environment and destroying the life that they knew and were comfortable in. Every time we do cleaning and packing, it freaks them out. Stinksy knows that a big move is in store. The Fuzz doesn't know what to think, but anything different is scary for her anyway. You know, I read these ads on craigslist, people putting their pets up for adoption because they are moving and can't keep them anymore. I'm not going to judge these people. They have their reasons. But I can't imagine moving and just leaving my cats.
I gave up cats once. When I was in college, I took these two little teeny kittens. I didn't tell the property management, and I didn't pay a pet deposit. These little guys would come to bed about 5 minutes after we went to bed. They would settle on the pillows above our heads, and knead our hair until they fell asleep. It was so sweet. During the day, they would hide out in the crevice between the kitchen counters when we were gone. As soon as I walked in, they would pop out to see me. They were my little babies. But, I was an irresponsible college kid.
The air conditioner needed to be fixed. So I had put an order in. I brought the cats to my friend's apartment for her to keep until the air was fixed, so the maintenance guy wouldn't see them. It was several days, and the maintenance man had not shown. I got tired of waiting for him, and I finally took the kitties back. And then the maintenance guy showed up. He made small talk and said something about the kittens. The next day I got a notice that I needed to pay a pet deposit. Fucking rat! I didn't have the money, so I gave them away to these other college kids who seemed equally as irresponsible. I felt like such a bad mom. I had only had them for about 6 weeks, but I loved them. After I dropped them off, I sat in my car and bawled my eyes out for a couple minutes, before I could drive. That was a sad day. I was a dumb college kid.
Anyway, I apologize for rambling on about sad things. It's cold and windy and rainy outside, and that's kind of what my mood is like. Maybe I just need another grilled cheese sandwich. Or even better yet, a Nutella sandwich!!!
So, what can I leave you with? Something a little more cheery, perhaps. I love miniature ponies and horses, so how about a miniature stallion video?!!!
Here's the website for this cute little frisky horse:
http://www.smalleststallion.com/
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