Saturday, April 25, 2015

Packing

Packing...
Dumping pieces of your identity into boxes.
Some boxes are full of love, while others are full of breakables wrapped in old newspaper and rags, cause let's face it...newspaper and rags are cheaper than bubble wrap. Though, bubble wrap is way more entertaining.

Packing...
Realizing that you've collected far too many things, spent too much money, and fail at organizing anything outside of dishes and DVDs.
Unburying little layers of your past and reminiscing on the experiences and memories created.
Finding about a thousand singlet socks, cause you threw away its mate when you thought the dryer ate it...or whatever.

Packing...
A reason to rearrange and re-evaluate the things that you have.
Do I really need this? When was the last time that I used it? Can someone else benefit from this more than my closet?
Feeling overwhelmed by the amount of crap that has accumulated...
Feeling blessed and selfish for having so many things.
Things. Everywhere. So. Many. Things.

Packing...
Having a chance to box up your life as you move into the next chapter.
Appreciating the opportunity that comes along with it.
Taking the time to complete an inventory! Woot!

Packing...
Sell, trash, donate...but I paid good money for that.
Wanting to go out and buy so many new things for the new place...
And bring it all to the old place...
So you can pack it up for the new place...
Because...

Packing...
Makes you want to start fresh.
Redesign your home.
Repurpose what was existing, only because you're putting that last "great design idea" in the pile for donation.

Packing...
Being grateful for movers and people who can lift heavy things while you carry the bag of pillows.
Having an excuse to eat pizza and beer.
Meals on paper plates and plastic ware.
Makeshift dining table of boxes.
Keeping a closer eye on the boxes containing the liquor cause you know you'll need that box sooner rather than later.
Unpacking the liquor cabinet and wine glasses before unpacking anything else. Stay classy.

Packing...
Finding an excuse to clean the lent out of the tiny cracks of the dryer vent because the alternative (packing) doesn't seem as entertaining.
Watching your cat use the boxes as a jungle gym and hiding spot. But only the one box that you are using.

Packing...
Boxing it all up just so you can unpack it all...
In your home.


What are your thoughts on packing? Mine are all above this sentence.
And a photo of Dexter, because his life is so hard...


Sunday, April 12, 2015

My brain in 10 Minutes…


Ready. Set. Go….

I will start this month off at the age of 29 and end it at the age of 30. The same is true for at least 6 of my grade school friends. I'm surrounded by April babies!

I am on track to acquire a pretty hefty birthday present in the form of real-estate debt…and I am totally okay with that. Aside from this debt, I am pretty much debt free (with the exception of student loans, cause screw you higher education and your ridiculous tuition). If all goes well, the hubs and I will have our keys on April 30th. I opted for the real-estate over the vacation/birthday celebration that I have always dreamed of. Oh how I long for a beach, a beach chair and taking on the only responsibility necessary...rolling over for an even sun tan and the occasional need to eat. Fortunately, that’s still in the works, just checking other things off the list. Oh and I will be spending a few nights at a cabin in Idaho Springs! If I can’t have a beach, then I’ll take some mountains, lakes and total isolation from the world of internets and electronics.

Speaking of an astronomical amount of debt, I have gone completely crazy on Pinterest! Not sure where the correlation is…maybe that I have spent an insane amount of money recreating the rooms and images on Pinterest. Not physically, but mentally. Yes. Mentally I have spent an insane amount of money. Pinterest is soo good at that!

Turning 30 has always been an interesting concept. On one end, some people freak out and think about all of the things they wanted to accomplish by this age. Others relish in the life that they have and plan for an even better future. But then there are others who are somewhere in the middle. That middle is where I fall. I am grateful for my home, my career, my education, the life experiences and choices that have shaped me, yet...I often wonder if I should have done more. Then I think, what exactly is that "more?" Travel? Sure, but is anyone ever really satisfied with the amount of travel that they have completed? Most people say they wish they could travel more, so...I just don't feel that there is ever a point of satisfaction in this area. A child...meh. I've actually never wanted to be mother before 30, so I'm pretty steady here as well. But I will tell you one thing...WOMEN, can we talk about the bodily changes that are occurring around this age? I MEAN, WHAT THE FRICK!! Why are we being silent about this???? It is not OK and I am not talking about grey hair. I WILL be discussing this once I confirm that more than 2 other people are experiencing the same issues.

HOLD UP! Can I have a moment, please? I am going to be 30 in like 20 days…maybe less…I’m not sure...I can’t count any more. You do the math…Twenty-Eight minus today…that should be about right. If not, I’m not even tripping. Do people even say “tripping” anymore? Seriously, though…30! I look good. I feel good. I am important. Isn’t that what Aibi told me? At any rate, welcome, 30…I’ve been waiting.

April is chock full of National (fill in the blank) days. One of which is National Siblings day. This day seems so interesting to me. On one end you have the “I love my brother(s)/sister(s)," and on the other end are the “I’m so ready for this siblings day to be over…Only Children syndrome since birth.” I consider myself to be fortunate to have experienced both ends of this Sibling/only child life. My brother (though technically he is my “half-brother,”) has always been such a huge part of my life despite the fact that we grew up in different homes in different states. I was blessed enough to experience the “luxuries” of being an only child, but fortunate enough to know what it is to have the love, support and that “Ride or Die” partner that comes with the never failing bound of sibling-ship Then there are others who have nestled themselves into my life. Friendships and relationships that have more strength, trust, and love than I could have ever imagined or hoped for. We may not share the same parents, or DNA, but I’ve chosen to love them as though we do. Lastly, I have my lovely sisters by marriage. My husband’s sisters are fabulous and I am grateful for them.  

While we are on the subject of National Fill in the Blank Day, why aren’t people celebrating National Don’t Go to Work Unless it’s Fun Day? April 3 if you were wondering. That seems promising and so do these…

National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day (April 2) – Um, yum!

National Scrabble Day (April 13) – oxyphenbutazone For the Win!! ( I have never been able to play this word, but it is on my radar during every scrabble game).

International Moment of Laughter Day  (April 14) – Clearly we all need this in our life!

Blah, Blah, Blah Day (April 17) – Not sure what to make of this...

National Jelly Bean Day (April 22), National Zucchini Bread Day (April 23), National Pig in a Blanket Day (April 24), National Prime Rib Day (April 27) – WHY AREN’T THESE BEING TALKED ABOUT, AND PUT INTO ACTION!!

And my personal favorite – National Kiss Your Mate Day (April 28) – It’s my birthday, and I want all the kisses!! And I’m going to go out on a limb and say that “Mate” and “Kiss” is completely relative. I will gladly take a kiss in the form of chocolate from any person possessing said chocolate. Unless you have Mono, or some other transmittable virus/disease. You can keep that mess and we’ll just pretend.

The Walking Dead ended this month, but HELLO GAME OF THRONES! Is Scandal still a thing? No really…is it?

AND MORTAL KOMBAT comes out on Xbox One! I am so ready to get my Fatalities and Animalities on!

I‘ve decided that Bacon Jam Burgers are AMAZING! That should be a National Holiday.  

How random is this post? Yea, this was pretty much a 10 minute conversation that I had with myself. You’re Welcome.

And for the record, I just ate Cuba. I mean, I ate a chocolate from the coco beans in Cuba. No traces of Cocaine were found (though I wouldn’t know). Please, no one put a hit out on me. I’d be missed.

Thanks Ryan and Tish!

I miss writing/typing just to write/type. I have lots to say and sometimes my husband doesn’t care that I’ve changed my mind (for the thousandth time) about the color scheme of our living room or that I’ve decided to do a detailed inventory list of every item in our home that is worth more than $20.00 (true story). Maybe I’ll be motivated enough to put it on my blog instead of filling FB with my words. I want to have a cool little journal of the Crazy person living inside my head. She seems nice enough, and we get along well, so…

 

Monday, January 5, 2015

New Year and Champagne Rambles

Oh sweet New Year!





(Photo taken by and stollen from SGraveley. Is that okay, friend?)


I thought it would be a good idea to document how I ended and started the new year. I am well aware of the fact that, typically speaking, my last night of the year includes pajamas and a 11:55 alarm clock. I get it. I am old...er than a young person, and sometimes a superman onesie rubbing on my body is better than pumps and my next potential lawsuit. Oh, but how I love me some New Years Champagne! I sure do love me a bottle of that sexy golden, Frenchness with the right amount of tickle. Did you catch that? A bottle. From France. Not a half ass plastic flute of Chumps Paine (not a typo). Ever notice how you feel like a hungover, headache raging fool at the end of the night? That's cause you drank that Chumps Paine disguised as a "free glass of champagne at the new year." Sure those fireballs and licorice cough syrup mistakes gave you a great buzz, and who really cares if the Affliction Shore showed up with Gorilla Snot in their hair (that is a real product...look it up)... The point is, you will be too trashed to realize that quality is better than quantity and that mistake is so last year. That Chumps Paine did not make the situation any better, but who cares!!  Where there is champagne, there is a party. The quality is up to you....

Hello tangent talking. And hello Ellipsis. I use them...a lot...probably incorrectly...


So 2014...how did you end? On the couch with my best friend, husband, a couple bottles of champagne on ice, and a few rum and cokes.

Oh goodness. After that Champagne ramble, the best I could do is say people, and drinks. Nice.

Hm...maybe I should create a list of last and first? Let's...

In no particular order-

2014 ended with...
Food: Sushi and shrimp cocktail
Company: My husband and best friend
Location: A comfy couch
Attire: Pajamas
Words spoken: An "I love you" at 12:03:00
Drink: I drank a coke with various types of rum. Then opened some Champagne and drank that.
Activity: Firefly on Netflix


Sounds super high paced and eventful, right? That's the thing though. New Years Eve can be whatever you want it to be as long as you are okay with it. I know that some people have traditions of wanting to spend it at a bar, club or party. But really, I am okay ending the year with love and starting it with that same feelings. Gone are my desires to wake up hung over with unexplainable bruises. Those days were fun and I am glad that I have a crap load in my memory bank. However, the best quality of those nights had nothing to do with the drinks, but rather the people I was with and who held my hair back as I lovingly hugged the porcelain thrown. I am cool with that.

Do y'all remember Dick Clark? I hope so. Otherwise, go to the corner. Any who, one of my prized memories as a child was watching the ball drop and hearing Dick Clark do the count down. For some reason, I feel that it's not a new year without this little piece of cheese. Unfortunately, Dick Clark's New Years Rockin Eve has been replaced by the Seacrest douc...guy. Lame. But whatever. It's not the same and I could have done without seeing Fergies inner thigh muscles...wait, was she on that show or was that the other network? Who cares, really. It was disturbing.

As the minutes ticked and the new year approached, my tiny group and I tuned in. Little did we know...we were late. HA! So while most of the world celebrated at midnight, we celebrated at 12:03...and that was okay with us. Our champagne had already been popped and we were already celebrating...so really...everyone else was late.

Then 2015 came and I was able to wake up without feeling like I needed to throw up. Have you ever experienced that? It is mindblowingly normal. I suggest that everyone splurge and buy really nice champagne...especially once you hit your late 20s. It makes a difference....the taste is better, the bubbles tingle appropriately and you don't wake up feeling like (insert something that is dehydrated and gets hit in the head repeatedly) <- whatever that is, you don't wake up like that. Actually, the latter should be reason enough to step up your game and make the switch.

My 2015 started with..

Food: Breakfast - cinnamon rolls, sausage and eggs.
Company: My husband and best friend
Location: bed
Attire: same pajamas
Words spoken: An "Weird... I still love you" at 12:03:22
Drink: champagne...we added strawberries, then drank the rest with orange juice for breakfast.
Activity: Stayed up till 4:30 and had girl time with my bestie!

As for resolutions....I don't do them. I just feel that every day is a new day...why wait until January 1st to make plans for a change? That just seems like more days to fail or procrastinate. If you want it, make the changes...

Well, I guess I've hit my annual post. Until, 2016...(I really hope that I am just kidding)

Thank you, Facebook friends, for motivating me to write something.