I finished the book I last reported reading, "Burnt Shadows" by Kamila Shamsie. Good book, very sad. That was on Sunday morning. Tonight I just finished reading "Blood Vines" by Erica Spindler.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Books! Shoutouts!
A special thanks to Keely at Adorkably Sinful for the shoutout!
I finished the book I last reported reading, "Burnt Shadows" by Kamila Shamsie. Good book, very sad. That was on Sunday morning. Tonight I just finished reading "Blood Vines" by Erica Spindler.
I finished the book I last reported reading, "Burnt Shadows" by Kamila Shamsie. Good book, very sad. That was on Sunday morning. Tonight I just finished reading "Blood Vines" by Erica Spindler.
Woah, Nellie!
So much has been going on! Where to begin...
Friday, we found out that we were approved for our first choice apartment! We move August 1! The complex is right across from a lake that I hope and plan to be swimming in during the dog days of summer!
So for those of you who make fun of "Dirty Jersey", tell me that view isn't beautiful!
When you walk into the apartment, you enter the living room--where there is closet #1...
From the living room, you enter the kitchen/dining area...
After the kitchen and dining room is the hallway. And guess what? There's a closet there too! Actually two, but I'll get to the second one soon...
Veering off from the hallway one way is the bedroom.
<< A WALK-IN closet!!!
When you leave the bedroom and go down the hallway, you come to the linen closet (a linen closet!) and the bathroom.
And that is my beautiful new home! Now, if you know me, you know what we've been suffering in the place we live now. I have a couple pics of my current kitchen...
The above is my ceiling. The last plumber that was here, after WEEKS of telling my landlady it was pouring and that tiles were falling out, said that the problem is in the faucet of the upstairs shower. That basically, the whole wall behind their shower is rotting and will eventually come down. And if that comes down, along with their tub and toilet, it'll come down through our ceiling. Of the five years we've lived here, this ceiling has been fixed anywhere between 8-12 times. Tomorrow I'll take pictures of the horror that is my back room.
So you can imagine how happy I was to see that--even though a lot smaller--the new kitchen was clean and danger-proof!
That was Friday. That night, my sister K and her man D came for a visit and to go to my town's carnival. I wasn't planning to ride on much, considering how screwed up my back is. But I admit I cheated. I went on the swing ride and loved it! Then I went on the Hurricane, which scared the crap out of me! I had my eyes closed half the ride. Then I went on the Gravitron with D and the swings again with K. We took two rides on something I don't know the name of but remember the bitchy-ass conductor. Then we went on the swings again. D won me a cute little flamingo toy, which I've since named Bert. Bert is a very gay flamingo. I don't really know why.
After the carnival, we went to the diner for coffee and mozzarella sticks where I saw the biggest moth I'VE ever seen. We think it was a luna moth.
It was horrible! It's the dumbest phobia on earth but I can't stand moths or butterflies. Moths more so. I FREAK OUT. Horribly so. It's so embarrassing. And this fucker was just banging away on the glass. I think it knew I can't run.
Saturday I went to a barbeque at my friend's house, which is always fun! Sunday we signed the new lease!
Today, The Honeyman was off work so we bought a new couch for the new place! We already have a beautiful couch but:
a) It's huge...
b) We don't know how to break it apart like the delivery guys did.
c) It will take up too much room in the new place.
Plus, Honeyman figured that if we bought a new one, the delivery guys have to deal with getting it into the apartment, not us. Whatever the logic, it got us a beautiful new couch!
Later tonight, I rested with the furbabies while Honeyman went to the laundromat. (Another high point in the new place: on-site laundry facilities!) Turns out he also went shopping and bought a rug to put in the new living room:
Yes, I know it's upside down but it's rolled up and I can't lift it. So tough.
That was my weekend and then some.
On a comical note:
I have two furbabies. Amma is 8 years old. She's a red tabby who's been traumatized by other cats and people pretty much her whole life. I've had lots of animals over the years but she is, by far, the sweetest creature ever. She's so loving. But she's also the most skittish creature ever. We're taking the introduction of Amma and her new baby brother Ozzy very, very slowly.
The Honeyman gets up very early in the morning. This morning, he's sitting at the computer desk while Amma sniffs around the living room as usual. Then she sees her own reflection in the tv. And freaks out, running inside (yes, INSIDE) the couch to hide. And horrible, nasty person that I am, I found this hilarious.
This is my sweet Honeygirl:
Secondly:
We've had Ozzy for about three weeks now. The rescue lady recommended keeping him in his crate for 3 weeks. I suppose that since she didn't have to sleep in the same building as him, she would suggest that. The first night all he did was cry. Understandably. He was torn from his siblings, in a new place, with strangers. The second night, Honeyman is sitting on the bed watching tv. He ignores Ozzy, thinking maybe then the kitten would be quiet, which he is. Honeyman turns his head to look at the crate. Ozzy jumps on on the metal door, hanging on for dear life, throws his little head back, and howls. Honeyman was shocked I didn't hear the little dude outside, where I was smoking. That was the last night Ozzy spent in his crate. There was no way I could let him stay in there after that. That night, he ran all around the room, exploring and playing. At one point, I saw him in one of the two laundry baskets we keep. (One basket is for weekly laundry, one is for crap we'll probably get rid of but should probably wash, just in case...) I thought it was cute so I didn't do anything.
Of course, tonight is the night Honeyman decided to take that basket to the laundromat. Guess what he finds? Little, tiny, dried up poopies. Ew!!!! When a cat poops outside their box, they are either sick or it's a behavioral thing. I know it was a behavioral thing because that first night free, he also pooped inthe crate. I had been wondering why the hell our bedroom stunk. I clean the litter boxes every day. I wrote the smell off to the disgusting room off the bedroom that is a rotten mess from all the rain leakage. Turns out I was wrong. Now that the poopie is gone, the room smells fine. But of course, again being the horrible, nasty person I am, cracked up when Honeyman told me all about this when he got back home.
This is my little Honeyboy:
How could anyone be mad at a little face like that?! Not me!
Friday, we found out that we were approved for our first choice apartment! We move August 1! The complex is right across from a lake that I hope and plan to be swimming in during the dog days of summer!
So for those of you who make fun of "Dirty Jersey", tell me that view isn't beautiful!
When you walk into the apartment, you enter the living room--where there is closet #1...
From the living room, you enter the kitchen/dining area...
After the kitchen and dining room is the hallway. And guess what? There's a closet there too! Actually two, but I'll get to the second one soon...
Veering off from the hallway one way is the bedroom.
<< A WALK-IN closet!!!
When you leave the bedroom and go down the hallway, you come to the linen closet (a linen closet!) and the bathroom.
And that is my beautiful new home! Now, if you know me, you know what we've been suffering in the place we live now. I have a couple pics of my current kitchen...
The above is my ceiling. The last plumber that was here, after WEEKS of telling my landlady it was pouring and that tiles were falling out, said that the problem is in the faucet of the upstairs shower. That basically, the whole wall behind their shower is rotting and will eventually come down. And if that comes down, along with their tub and toilet, it'll come down through our ceiling. Of the five years we've lived here, this ceiling has been fixed anywhere between 8-12 times. Tomorrow I'll take pictures of the horror that is my back room.
So you can imagine how happy I was to see that--even though a lot smaller--the new kitchen was clean and danger-proof!
That was Friday. That night, my sister K and her man D came for a visit and to go to my town's carnival. I wasn't planning to ride on much, considering how screwed up my back is. But I admit I cheated. I went on the swing ride and loved it! Then I went on the Hurricane, which scared the crap out of me! I had my eyes closed half the ride. Then I went on the Gravitron with D and the swings again with K. We took two rides on something I don't know the name of but remember the bitchy-ass conductor. Then we went on the swings again. D won me a cute little flamingo toy, which I've since named Bert. Bert is a very gay flamingo. I don't really know why.
After the carnival, we went to the diner for coffee and mozzarella sticks where I saw the biggest moth I'VE ever seen. We think it was a luna moth.
It was horrible! It's the dumbest phobia on earth but I can't stand moths or butterflies. Moths more so. I FREAK OUT. Horribly so. It's so embarrassing. And this fucker was just banging away on the glass. I think it knew I can't run.
Saturday I went to a barbeque at my friend's house, which is always fun! Sunday we signed the new lease!
Today, The Honeyman was off work so we bought a new couch for the new place! We already have a beautiful couch but:
a) It's huge...
b) We don't know how to break it apart like the delivery guys did.
c) It will take up too much room in the new place.
Plus, Honeyman figured that if we bought a new one, the delivery guys have to deal with getting it into the apartment, not us. Whatever the logic, it got us a beautiful new couch!
Later tonight, I rested with the furbabies while Honeyman went to the laundromat. (Another high point in the new place: on-site laundry facilities!) Turns out he also went shopping and bought a rug to put in the new living room:
Yes, I know it's upside down but it's rolled up and I can't lift it. So tough.
That was my weekend and then some.
On a comical note:
I have two furbabies. Amma is 8 years old. She's a red tabby who's been traumatized by other cats and people pretty much her whole life. I've had lots of animals over the years but she is, by far, the sweetest creature ever. She's so loving. But she's also the most skittish creature ever. We're taking the introduction of Amma and her new baby brother Ozzy very, very slowly.
The Honeyman gets up very early in the morning. This morning, he's sitting at the computer desk while Amma sniffs around the living room as usual. Then she sees her own reflection in the tv. And freaks out, running inside (yes, INSIDE) the couch to hide. And horrible, nasty person that I am, I found this hilarious.
This is my sweet Honeygirl:
Secondly:
We've had Ozzy for about three weeks now. The rescue lady recommended keeping him in his crate for 3 weeks. I suppose that since she didn't have to sleep in the same building as him, she would suggest that. The first night all he did was cry. Understandably. He was torn from his siblings, in a new place, with strangers. The second night, Honeyman is sitting on the bed watching tv. He ignores Ozzy, thinking maybe then the kitten would be quiet, which he is. Honeyman turns his head to look at the crate. Ozzy jumps on on the metal door, hanging on for dear life, throws his little head back, and howls. Honeyman was shocked I didn't hear the little dude outside, where I was smoking. That was the last night Ozzy spent in his crate. There was no way I could let him stay in there after that. That night, he ran all around the room, exploring and playing. At one point, I saw him in one of the two laundry baskets we keep. (One basket is for weekly laundry, one is for crap we'll probably get rid of but should probably wash, just in case...) I thought it was cute so I didn't do anything.
Of course, tonight is the night Honeyman decided to take that basket to the laundromat. Guess what he finds? Little, tiny, dried up poopies. Ew!!!! When a cat poops outside their box, they are either sick or it's a behavioral thing. I know it was a behavioral thing because that first night free, he also pooped inthe crate. I had been wondering why the hell our bedroom stunk. I clean the litter boxes every day. I wrote the smell off to the disgusting room off the bedroom that is a rotten mess from all the rain leakage. Turns out I was wrong. Now that the poopie is gone, the room smells fine. But of course, again being the horrible, nasty person I am, cracked up when Honeyman told me all about this when he got back home.
This is my little Honeyboy:
How could anyone be mad at a little face like that?! Not me!
Friday, June 25, 2010
New Book!
I just finished "City Of Dragons". Excellent book. Now I am reading "Burnt Shadows" by Kamila Shamsie.
I read really fast so I'll have lots of good books to share!
Yay!!!!
We found a new apartment and sign the papers on Sunday!
We can move in July 15th but our lease here is up July 30th so for 2 weeks, we'll stay here and move in to the other place slowly. The new place is a little smaller but:
1. Clean
2. All in one piece
3. The rain will stay outside where it belongs
4. Quiet and all the neighbors like quiet
5. We'll be able to control our own heat--WITHOUT having to tape ice cubes on the sensor to make it kick on
6. I don't have to worry about any ceilings or walls coming down and killing us or the furkids
7. I can take my coffee to the couch every morning and look out over a pretty lake with swans
8. I won't be embarrassed to have people over
9. It's about $200 more a month but worth it
But because it's smaller, I'm going to have to be ruthless about stuff--what to throw out, give away, keep. The majority of my stuff is notebooks/journals, and books. And my sister and I will go to IKEA and the Christmas Tree Shop to look for storage thingies.
Yay! I'm so excited! And so relieved!
And in a little while, my sister and her man are coming so we can go to my town's carnival!
And tomorrow I have a barbeque to go to at one of my best friends' house!
We can move in July 15th but our lease here is up July 30th so for 2 weeks, we'll stay here and move in to the other place slowly. The new place is a little smaller but:
1. Clean
2. All in one piece
3. The rain will stay outside where it belongs
4. Quiet and all the neighbors like quiet
5. We'll be able to control our own heat--WITHOUT having to tape ice cubes on the sensor to make it kick on
6. I don't have to worry about any ceilings or walls coming down and killing us or the furkids
7. I can take my coffee to the couch every morning and look out over a pretty lake with swans
8. I won't be embarrassed to have people over
9. It's about $200 more a month but worth it
But because it's smaller, I'm going to have to be ruthless about stuff--what to throw out, give away, keep. The majority of my stuff is notebooks/journals, and books. And my sister and I will go to IKEA and the Christmas Tree Shop to look for storage thingies.
Yay! I'm so excited! And so relieved!
And in a little while, my sister and her man are coming so we can go to my town's carnival!
And tomorrow I have a barbeque to go to at one of my best friends' house!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Thirsty Thursdays...AKA: My Perverted Friends
What about the above picture is perverted?!
I'm at my friend Deb's house for her weekly Thirsty Thursday and whip out my trusty cell to show her my latest pic of The Honeyboy. Of course, everyone's mind IMMEDIATELY goes to the gutter and they all think I whipped out a picture of a certain portion of the male genitalia. (To be fair, I sort of shoved the phone in everyone's face and I suppose with the table leg...). Why would I even have a picture of a penis?! I am a cashier in a supermarket. Not in a porn shop. And if I had a picture of a penis, I'd be too embarrassed to show it around. So I blame Katie for the guttermindedness. (I say that because I know she'll comment!)
Mobile me...
Just added the Mobile Blog thingie to my lifeline: my phone. Very cool. We'll see how spazzy I am now!
Movin' On Up...
Took me two hours to log in today. Why? Because I screwed up my log-in email address when I signed on to Blogger. I was wondering why this weird address kept showing up in my cookies. Duh. I was sooo close to tears. Patience might be a virtue but it's not one of mine!
glitter-graphics.com
About our current apartment. We've lived here for almost 5 years. Every winter, we have heat problems. The last 4 years, we've taped up a Baggie full of ice cubes to the heat sensor to make it go on. This is after numerous calls to the landlady about no heat and several nights of freezing our asses off. And high electric bills from space heaters. Our kitchen ceiling has been "fixed"/ tiles replaced anywhere between 8--12 times in the last 5 years. It leaks bad. The back room off our bedroom is like a rainforest when it rains. We've had the ceiling come crashing down in the bathroom off the bedroom about 3 years ago. They redid the bathroom but I think maybe the landlady was cheap about it because the whole thing is just peeling away. There is at least 1 hole in the side of the house (that I know of but suspect many more). A bird flew into that hole the other day and flew by the Honeyman's eye. I ended up trapping it behind the blinds in our hallway window and got it outside in one piece.
Why stay here so long, you might ask. It's cheap (now we know why). It's convenient (my job is right up the street and my friends are all here). We didn't always have money for a security deposit. We figured if we chased the landlady long enough, she'd get around to fixing shit.
We were very wrong and now we've had enough.
glitter-graphics.com
Tonight we are looking at 3 apartments in the next town over. We've already looked at 7 or 8. Hopefully we'll have a place picked out by this weekend. I hate the physical act of moving but I love the whole fresh-new-start/opportunity-to-redecorate part.
My friend told me online this morning that my blog inspired her to restart her own but I have to give credit where credit is due and that is to Keely Kat at her blog: ADORKABLY SINFUL. Keely is a high school friend of mine while Nicole is a childhood friend. I had a blog (actually a few attempts at blogs) once upon a time but was extremely half-assed about it. I love reading people's blogs and see how they personalize it and I'm always jealous. So I saw Keely's and decided to make one last go of it. If I don't stick with it this time, I simply won't do it anymore. So hats off to Keely Kat and Nicole!
glitter-graphics.com
About our current apartment. We've lived here for almost 5 years. Every winter, we have heat problems. The last 4 years, we've taped up a Baggie full of ice cubes to the heat sensor to make it go on. This is after numerous calls to the landlady about no heat and several nights of freezing our asses off. And high electric bills from space heaters. Our kitchen ceiling has been "fixed"/ tiles replaced anywhere between 8--12 times in the last 5 years. It leaks bad. The back room off our bedroom is like a rainforest when it rains. We've had the ceiling come crashing down in the bathroom off the bedroom about 3 years ago. They redid the bathroom but I think maybe the landlady was cheap about it because the whole thing is just peeling away. There is at least 1 hole in the side of the house (that I know of but suspect many more). A bird flew into that hole the other day and flew by the Honeyman's eye. I ended up trapping it behind the blinds in our hallway window and got it outside in one piece.
Why stay here so long, you might ask. It's cheap (now we know why). It's convenient (my job is right up the street and my friends are all here). We didn't always have money for a security deposit. We figured if we chased the landlady long enough, she'd get around to fixing shit.
We were very wrong and now we've had enough.
glitter-graphics.com
Tonight we are looking at 3 apartments in the next town over. We've already looked at 7 or 8. Hopefully we'll have a place picked out by this weekend. I hate the physical act of moving but I love the whole fresh-new-start/opportunity-to-redecorate part.
My friend told me online this morning that my blog inspired her to restart her own but I have to give credit where credit is due and that is to Keely Kat at her blog: ADORKABLY SINFUL. Keely is a high school friend of mine while Nicole is a childhood friend. I had a blog (actually a few attempts at blogs) once upon a time but was extremely half-assed about it. I love reading people's blogs and see how they personalize it and I'm always jealous. So I saw Keely's and decided to make one last go of it. If I don't stick with it this time, I simply won't do it anymore. So hats off to Keely Kat and Nicole!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Hitchin' Up The Wagon
Going to try this blog thing again... maybe this time it will take. I don't really know who'll read it or follow it; I suspect I'm really only amusing to myself. I can be pretty random and I tend to jump from subject to subject at the blink of an eye. I have tons of interests, tons of goals, tons of rants, and tons of dreams.
"I am an enigma wrapped inside a conundrum."
_Patrick Star, "Spongebob Squarepants"
Where to begin? My name is Joy but some call me Tana, a longtime nickname. I am 34 and I live with my boyfriend of 8-and-a-half years. I have an 8-year-old tabby cat named Amma, short for Amaranth and a 10-week-old kitten named Ozzy, short for Oscar.
These cats are my babies. Seriously. I adore them.
I'm a cashier at the local supermarket, although right now, I am on medical leave. I have spinal stenosis, which I was born with, that has flared up really badly. I also have 2 bulging disks in my lower back that are basically crumbly. So I have time on my hands and captive audiences...
I am a HUUUUGE wrestling fan. WWE Girl here! My favorite was Batista but now he's left to do MMA so I need a new contender. I really like Kofi Kingston, Rey Mysterio, Jeff Hardy (even though he's gone), HHH, Kelly Kelly, Melina, Eve Torres, Gail Kim, Evan Bourne, Edge.
I LOOOOOOVE to read. I get itchy when my pile of reading material dwindles. This is what I'm reading right now:
(Stole the pic from Amazon.com so you can't actually "click to look inside". Go there and do it.)
My very favorite author in the whole world is Dean Koontz but I like others too.
I'm a big writer and have been working--off and on and here and there--on a novel.
I like artsy craftsy things and I think maybe I'm not as good as I like to think I am at it. I envy other peoples' skills all the time.
I'm a smartass, big time. I know it's awful but I have a tendency to think people are stupid creatures and they amuse me and irritate the crap out of me. So be forewarned.
I'm a dork. I make a total ass out of myself every other minute. I have tons of "blonde" moments, which is ironic, considering that I am blonde. But I'll admit it and usually laugh about it.
So that's all I've got for right now. The Honeyman and I are looking at apartments tomorrow night. The one we live in is literally falling down around us. I'll have more on that tomorrow.
Good night!
"I am an enigma wrapped inside a conundrum."
_Patrick Star, "Spongebob Squarepants"
Where to begin? My name is Joy but some call me Tana, a longtime nickname. I am 34 and I live with my boyfriend of 8-and-a-half years. I have an 8-year-old tabby cat named Amma, short for Amaranth and a 10-week-old kitten named Ozzy, short for Oscar.
These cats are my babies. Seriously. I adore them.
I'm a cashier at the local supermarket, although right now, I am on medical leave. I have spinal stenosis, which I was born with, that has flared up really badly. I also have 2 bulging disks in my lower back that are basically crumbly. So I have time on my hands and captive audiences...
I am a HUUUUGE wrestling fan. WWE Girl here! My favorite was Batista but now he's left to do MMA so I need a new contender. I really like Kofi Kingston, Rey Mysterio, Jeff Hardy (even though he's gone), HHH, Kelly Kelly, Melina, Eve Torres, Gail Kim, Evan Bourne, Edge.
I LOOOOOOVE to read. I get itchy when my pile of reading material dwindles. This is what I'm reading right now:
(Stole the pic from Amazon.com so you can't actually "click to look inside". Go there and do it.)
My very favorite author in the whole world is Dean Koontz but I like others too.
I'm a big writer and have been working--off and on and here and there--on a novel.
I like artsy craftsy things and I think maybe I'm not as good as I like to think I am at it. I envy other peoples' skills all the time.
I'm a smartass, big time. I know it's awful but I have a tendency to think people are stupid creatures and they amuse me and irritate the crap out of me. So be forewarned.
I'm a dork. I make a total ass out of myself every other minute. I have tons of "blonde" moments, which is ironic, considering that I am blonde. But I'll admit it and usually laugh about it.
So that's all I've got for right now. The Honeyman and I are looking at apartments tomorrow night. The one we live in is literally falling down around us. I'll have more on that tomorrow.
Good night!
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