Quickly!

I should not be at my computer.  I should be packing, and attending to all the last minute details that are the reason I took today off of work.  Sadly, I have had work shit to attend to this morning.  Normally I would just let it go…wait, no, it’s me.  I wouldn’t do that.  Anyway, I took an early exit from work yesterday because of some random dizzy spells at about 4pm, and ended up sleeping until 8pm.  I am going to see my doctor once everything settles, because I seem to get the dizzies a lot, but in all honesty, I think this was just a case of exhaustion.
This is the last you will probably hear from me for a couple days.  The Comcast gets cut off tomorrow and will not be reconnected at the new place until Thursday!  Luckily I will be living 2 doors down from Starbucks, but I would like to take advantage of this time to unplug, literally and figurtively.  So I’ll talk to you once I land.  If we’re friends and I didn’t send you an e-mail today, call me on my cell if you need me in the interim.
Last but not least, I got to see A. and her little boy F. at lunchtime yesterday, before I “took ill.”  F. is getting so grown up already.   He can string together entire sentences of nonsense that sound like he is telling you a story with much seriousness.  I could not stop petting his hair.  I love baby hair, more than baby skin I think.  It is so unbelievably soft.  And god knows I love soft cuddly things.
Speaking of, Beatrice’s ear is all scabbed over and healing up nice, so she should be in good shape to get plopped in her carrier on Sunday.  Oh boy!
Okay, off to get coffee and get this show on the road…will post pictures from the new digs later!!

The Mistake

Ladies (Sizz esp), I know you are going to love this one.
A couple falls ago, I took up with a fellow who was much younger than me.  Now, my current fellow is much younger than me, but acts like more of a grown man than some 30+’ers I’ve dated.  But the fellow from the fall did not.  Oh yeah, and both are only children, like me.  Consistent much?  (so’s my dad, thanks Freud…)
Let’s call this guy Phil.  I worked with Phil.  Oops, how about that?
When we hired Phil, I was all about him.  Why?  I dunno.  My friends keep asking me that.  Why are we ever attracted to people?  Maybe because he could talk about books intelligently, and held his own in Scrabble.  At first Phil had no clue I was interested, than he had a hunch I was interested, and then it all culminated one crazy night at a dance club here in Chicago called Berlin (note to self:  I am long overdue for a trip there, with E. in tow).  In short, we smooched on the dance floor, and then we went to his place.  Phil’s own lovelife was a wreck, and I had listened to all his problems with patience and the hidden agenda of getting him single again.  He had tried about 5 times to breakup with the girl he was seeing, finally with success right before we hooked up (I was the other girl once [though I made the guy break things off with the girl before I would continue seeing him, still, it's not right], and I’ll never, ever do it again knowingly).  Meanwhile–he was trying to decide between me, a new girl in town we’ll call Alice, and an old friend of his that was pining for him.  (this fellow was a charmer, eh?)
Suffice to say the guy was a first-class self-absorbed dick.  No one, and I mean NOT ONE of my friends likes him.  Nor do many of his co-workers.  Oops again.  Finally, I got a clue and walked away from him, conveniently enough around the time I was starting a new job anyway.  We attempted to be friends, but whatever. I  realized this was not someone I even wanted to be friends with.  He chose Alice over me because she was “simple, in every sense of the word.” (I don’t know what that means, because I actually have heard she’s pretty sharp)
He and Alice are getting married this summer.  I was reminded of all this last night when H. and I were reminiscing about something or other and his name came up.  He and Alice are also moving to the east coast so I never, ever have to see him again. Mostly my bad feelings toward him are embarrassment/anger at myself for being such a stupid, stupid woman.  I could excuse those childish errors in judgement when I was a wild child in college, but not in my more mature years. 
But the funniest part of all is that I remembered some of the things he said about Alice when he was still trying to choose.  That he found her so uninteresting at times that he completely tuned her out.  That he tried on two occasions to break things off with her but it didn’t happen.  Oh yeah, and that she’s “simple.”  Plus I think he was kissing both of us in the same day on more than one occasion.  I knew (stupid, stupid girl!) but I don’t think she knew.
So best wishes to Alice and Phil.  And thank you Alice for taking Phil out of Chicago.

Freakin’ Sweet

Oh man.  I am thinking about signing up for this.  It’s like the Netflix of video games.  I know H. is going to encourage it, since it will mean more time at my PS2.  
Anyone out there that’s tried it?  Kappy?  Dave?  Other video game junkies?

The Lighter Side of Moving…

I’ve recently been reading a Chicago blog called “Maybe Baby”–a blog that relates tales of a young, married Chicago couple and their attempts to conceive.  I read the blog not because I have any interest in attempts to conceive, but because it is interesting and heartwarming and often humorous too.  Anyway, they are moving July 1st too and this recent entry not only cracked me up, but also inspired me to list the top 10 things I’m thinking about as moving day approaches…
1) Wow, I cannot wait to have a dishwasher!
2) Wow, I cannot wait to have laundry right downstairs!
3) Hm, I wonder if I should just save some of this laundry and do it once I get moved in on Sunday?
4) Oh look, I could get a Peapod delivery on Sunday night!
5) I’m looking forward to that, because I am already growing weary of ordering takeout.
6) It is going to be awesome sleeping in a bedroom with two windows.
7) Hm, should I get a second air conditioner, or hold off? It’s been awfully mild this summer…
I need to try to call Comcast again and see if I can schedule that appointment…
9) I need to finish filling out the form to transfer my gas…
10) Which is higher priority–working on compensation for a Director candidate, or posting that stupid loveseat on Craig’s list so that I (hopefully) get it out of here…?

What’s Been Going On

First of all, I can finally expand a *little* on what happened in my personal life last week.  E. and I had our first BIG fight.  Well, our first fight at all really, and it was not pleasant.  It was also exacerbated by stress both of us were experiencing.  (I just ran spell check–I spelled exacerbated correctly on the first try but managed to spell expand wrong.  WTF?)  But I am happy to report things are pretty much all better, and there was much making up and a very nice dinner last night (also to celebrate his big fat raise at work). 
I am tired, tired, tired this week but counting down the days to the weekend…I am taking off of work Friday, Monday and Tuesday (and Wednesday of course).  It is the most time I have taken off probably since I started this job (which is sad, really).  On Monday morning, post-move, I have scheduled myself a Swedish massage and pebble pedicure.  *grin*  While I want to do some shopping and unpacking the rest of the week, I have a hunch I’ll spend most of Monday or Tuesday afternoon playing video games.  Heh.
We are coming down the homestretch here, people!  On Thursday or Friday I must remember to order my desk for delivery and assembly so that (hopefully) the earlier part of next week it arrives. 
And then H. and I are having a (tiny) little barbecue on the back steps for the Fourth of July.
Everything is much, much better today.  

If You Hate The Sight of Blood, Don’t Come to My House

We’ve had some injuries around here lately.
Yesterday I came home from a walk to find Beatrice had a very ugly claw wound on her ear, I’m assuming the result of a little kitty fight.  I’m keeping an eye on her and for now treating the ear with Neosporin (yes, I checked & it is safe for kitties!). I really didn’t want to take her to the vet if it wasn’t absolutely necessary–she’s had enough trauma the last two weeks and a vet visit right before moving would probably mean she’d never get in her carrier again.  So far she seems just fine–eating and wandering the house and sitting in the windows watching the birds. 
As for myself, I sliced my left ring finger pretty bad while cutting up a banana for my breakfast smoothie.  I’m not real squeemie when it comes to injuries, but this one made me feel a little faint.  I rinsed and wrapped in a giant mass of paper towels while looking high and low for the band-aids, which I think I expertly packed away already.  So I’m typing with a big gauze pad wrapped in packing tape on my finger.  Nice.
Humorously enough, I’ve been avoiding a stuck kitchen drawer that I have to conquer sometime before I move, because of course I want to take the contents with me.  My big super-premium chef’s knife is in that stuck drawer, and I’m terrified that my usual methods of squeezing my hand into the drawer and wriggling stuff free is going to result in one bloody injury.  Now I am extra nervous about it.  Any good tips on un-sticking a stuck drawer?

Sweet!

We have officially reached the point where more stuff is packed in the house than not.  This is a very exciting thing.  Last night I went over to H.’s house, which is of course nearly identical to my own, and I was filled with excitement to be in my new, BIG place with all of its many windows.   And, I took some measurements, which confirmed that I will be able to put the couch exactly where I wanted to.  Hooray!  5 more days…now if work would just be a little more sympathetic and stop pushing me on this one Director job here in the city…
I put a vague post up on Friday that I immediately deleted.  I had some crap going on in my personal life this week that resulted in a lot of hand-wringing, some tummy aches, and a little crying.  That’s not quite been resolved, but last night being out with G. and H. to take my mind off things was a Godsend.  And A., whom I haven’t seen in so long I don’t even remember when it was (possibly pre-Christmas?), is stopping by Thursday with her little boy to say hello and help out with odds and ends if necessary.   That was so sweet, and yet again I am reminded that I am terribly lucky to have the friends I do. 
On a slightly unrelated note, I think I am going to sign up for art classes again.  I *should* have the time and mental space to enjoy it once I am on the other side of this move.

I Hope It’s The Weather

I have been feeling super whack the later part of today.  Woozy, light headed, a little ill.  As if I just got off a plane, really.  I did have a nice hearty dinner and took a nice long walk with G., but right now I feel like I want to pass out in bed with the blankets up to  my chin.  This is bad timing since I was planning on getting a lot done this evening.
On the bright side, at least I have no other committments, so perhaps I will curl up in bed and hope tomorrow is better.  I’m sure the stress and lack of sleep this week in no way contributed to me feeling ill today (rolls eyes). 
Hm, though, Pulp Fiction is on Bravo…maybe I can pack a few more boxes before retiring…(oh tv, let’s never fight again! *hugs television*)

Junkie

I had a feeling this would happen.
While tearing the house apart and putting it into boxes today, I did something I very rarely do–turned the tv on and just let it run in the background.  I stumbled upon The 4400–a tv show I had a strong hunch would have an addictive effect on me.  Uhm, yes. I was correct, now that I’ve had a chance to watch a couple episodes. 
After I land, I am going to have to rent and/or buy the previous seasons!  At least this will keep me busy until LOST comes back…

Sleep Helps

I finally hit the hay last night and just PASSED OUT.  I slept almost twelve hours, so you can imagine how early I went to bed.  It was nice, and much needed.
I had weird dreams.  One involved a herd of cows passing through my grandma’s house and injuring my dad.  I kid you not.  The other involved being on the set of a movie that starred Cillian Murphy, Christian Bale, and Tobey Maguire.  Me-ow.  Someone needs to make that movie.
I have called my new landlady again this morning, and emphasized that if I need to reschedule my movers I need to get on that right quick.  She has not called me back yet. 
Sleep = good.
Last minute change to moving plans = BAD, especially for a planning-obsessed girl like me.
ETA:  Well, the new landlord is not budging–so 3:00 it is.  My movers were nice about it, but the current landlady was pretty unhappy, and we don’t know how this is going to affect the new tennant.  I said if I had to, I’d see if the moving company would hold my stuff on the truck until 3pm, but obviously that is not my preference as I would probably then have to pay for two blocks of time….argh…I cannot wait until this is done…