Friday, December 30, 2011

- Hecticness

Right now things look a bit like this: 
And I don't want to brag or anything...but I packed my entire apartment in about 12 hours.  8 of which were yesterday.

I'm sitting in the corner blogging as movers pack it all on the truck.  Hiring these guys was the best decision I made in 2011.  Other than becoming a rugby fanatic.

There have been three great saves so far; the first of which was remembering to unpack this bad boy before the movers whisked it away:
"I will do it.  I will take the ring to Mordor, though I do not know the way"
Yeah, I'll be nerding out all the place pretty soon.

The second was remembering to unpack my camera usb cable so that I could show you the picture that I had just taken of the Fellowship of the Ring.  I'm dealing with some pretty important issues today.

The third was remembering to measure how high my headboard is hung.  It's at 67 inches right now, and I think I will lower it to 65 at the new place.  But if I don't document that here then I'll have to do a lot of math when I get there and re-measure about 18 times and then it probably won't be in the right spot still.  So I'm really glad I remembered to do that.

Also, remember when I could pack up Jeepy and move wherever with one or maybe at most two carloads?  Well those days are long gone.  This pile is just the stuff going to Goodwill, and I'll be lucky if I can fit it all in one trip.
Beer and Wii not included with donation - the Goodwill pile is right next to the pile of stuff staying with me in my interim 4 days of homelessness.  Which is actually quite small considering.

The most exciting thing left concerning this apartment is waiting to see how much they will charge me to patch the holes that I was instructed not to try patching myself.  Even though I'm smart and know how.  Base rate is $5 PER HOLE.  Realistically speaking, we're looking at A MINIMUM of $100.  At least.  Heaven forbid you anchor your load bearing shelves and mirrors correctly.  


Wednesday, December 28, 2011

- Radio Silence

Yo December was all hectic and stuff for me, as I'm sure it was for you.  Here's what I did in chronological order, because I'm fancy:

December 12-14: Preparing for my venture home.  I tried to get ahead of the game at work by running some experiments except I made the rookie mistake of weighing up everything incorrectly.  I also went to my first work Christmas Party where I started that whole "It's the holidays so I will eat 3 plates of food because these calories don't count".  It was successful.

December 15 & 16: Travel days.  Emma and I left the Minnie around 6 AM and managed to drive through Wisconsin, Illinois, and Indiana before crashing out in Dayton Ohio.  On Friday we arrived in Raleigh and crashed out for the night with the Grandparents.  It was wonderful getting some one on one time with them and my Aunt and Uncle as usually we're in all in a big group and sometimes difficult to have a real conversation.

December 17th: I started the morning with some Christmas shopping around Raleigh and I have to say that driving my own car around my old stomping grounds had this fantastic familiarity that I never realize how much I miss until I'm right there in the thick of it.  Then we had our family Christmas.  Then I totally crashed in on Kelsey's family gathering as it was also graduation and I felt it necessary to welcome her into Doctorhood.  Went out for a bit and was super tired, but ended up partying until 4:30 AM and then crashing on a loveseat.  Crashing is my word of the day.  Y'all, I'm getting too old for that nonsense.  Also my hair is getting way too long as evidenced by the massive resulting rats nest.  Will be chopping it off soon.

December 18th: One of my favorite days spent back in NC since I got to hang out with two of the families I used to babysit for.  The first family I saw I spent 6 years with, and their house seriously feels like a second home.  I loved catching up with them and talking about their lives, while checking out new photography hobbies, and laying on the floor building legos.  Then I drove out to Clayton to see my favorite set of twins and even though they are way too young to remember the time that we spent together I loved seeing that Jack is still a big flirt and Eliana finally has hair.  I climbed into their play house with them and there may or may not have been a totally unflattering picture taken of me wherein I look like I showed up to playtime drunk, but it was fantastic.  And so sweet to have an almost 3 year old break down in tears because they couldn't go home with "Miss Laurie".  I finished out the night by driving home to the Hayne.

December 19th-25th: Family time.  Family time = Discovering Paper Mario for the Wii, wearing my pajamas all day every day, an epic session of Lord of the Rings extended edition watching, egg nog, crocheting with Mams, watching the most amazing try ever scored and a bunch of other rugby games with Fahtar, and lots of talking in a completely butchered English, Australian, New Zealand hybrid accent.  I spent lots of time with Brotard #1 and Shelayla and even though Brotard #2 is way too cool for school, he managed to fit me into his schedule a good bit.  In health news I guess all of the crazy traveling and "partying" caught up with me because within 24 hours of arriving home I got sick with an awesome Christmas Cold that resulted in more "snot-splosions" than I'd care to admit.  I also went to the dermatologist for a second opinion.  Her opinion was mostly that my Doctor in the Minnie was pretty much wrong about everything. Which means I will now refer to him as the The Toz, because he reminds me of The Todd from Scrubs, in that I completely doubt his competence.  She sent me off with a new diagnosis and some new meds, which so far seem way more promising, in that they are WORKING.  The lesson learned: Doctors aren't always right.  Emma also only made it a few days before she wound up at the vet with a skin infection.  Her aggressive initial steroid dose to get her lupus under control pretty much has her immune system wiped out. There were a few days there where we were pretty much the saddest Mother/Dog-hter pair ever.  

December 26th-27th: Traveling back to the Minnie.  Living in Minnesota is all well and good until I do things like go home for a week and realize just how much I miss being close to the people I love.  Tears were shed upon leaving.  I stopped off in Fuquay to spend some time with my BFF's and their adorable little Buggie.  I cried again sitting on the floor of her living room because I mean I was already emotional and then we had to go and talk about serious things.  There may or may not have been several more instances of tears when it was just Emma and I in the car.  Goodbye is hard.  Not knowing when I'll be back is harder...so I'll probably have to fix that soon.

Today.  I'm at work.  With about 20 other fellow employees who I guess didn't have enough vacation to make it through the end of the year either.  I had some minimal tasks to take care of which were made enjoyable by the sweet voices of She and Him and I will probably head out a bit early because the movers are coming on Friday.  And y'alll - my apartment isn't packed.  If you're surprised by this at all it's because you clearly don't know me and my procrastinatory ways.  I mean it's like 25% packed, which isn't good enough since I intend to move 100% of my stuff.  I think we're entering that phase of packing where I just throw stuff in boxes all willy nilly and call it a day.  Or throw it all into dressers because the movers said I don't have to empty out the drawers.  How nice of them to aid in my laziness.

After Friday there will be a few days where I trespass on the hospitality of my friends here in the Minnie since I will be in between apartments.  So if you bear with me for about a week longer I might have something interesting to talk about....or maybe some fun pictures to post of the new place.  Or, after the move I could be way too busy watching my TV that will have CABLE that I don't leave my couch for a while.  Who can really say?

Sunday, December 11, 2011

- The Cone of Shame

Emma's nose biopsy came back as Canine Discoid Lupus Erythematosus.  Basically what that means is that because Emma was already allergic to everything else, she literally became allergic to her own skin.  It's not super serious, but could be something we deal with for the rest of her life and it does require a long term steroid treatment.  Which works out well considering she's itchy as heck and since she became allergic to her allergy medicine, steroids are our next alternative to keep her symptoms under control.

Friday she went into the vet to get her stitches taken out and when they came out a lot of the scabs fell off so her nose was looking pretty raw and gnarly.  But, since the stitches were gone and her nose didn't seem to be bothering her I figured she no longer needed her cone.
Those grey hairs under her eyes look like tears from where she's been crying about her sad life.

So, I brought her home and then ran back out to do some other errands.  Can you count how many mistakes I've made up to this point in the story?

A few hours later I returned and really really really had to pee.  So, I stopped off in the guest bathroom, and I was sitting there I looked over to the wall and saw some red smears.  Red smears that pretty much resembled blood.  Then I looked down at the mat in front of the sink that was also tinged in red.  I called Emma into the bathroom and by the way she guiltily skulked in there, she knew that something had gone horribly wrong in my absence.  But, her nose was fine.  So, I checked her stomach, which had been so itchy that all week that she couldn't even walk outside to pee without hobbling on three legs, because she had of her back legs pulled up to scratch her stomach - while walking.  But, it wasn't her stomach.  Instead it was her lip.
This is not what it looked like when I left.  
It's a tad blurry, because she didn't really want me to document this.

In about 2 hours she managed to scratch out a bunch of hair and basically rub her lip raw until it bled all over everything.  Well, not everything, just anything white.  Like the freshly laundered load of whites I had put in the guest bedroom, on top of the white sheets.  Luckily she managed to avoid the starfish chair and my bed.  Silver lining!

Thankfully, her steroids and topical meds seem to have kicked in, so she's not currently scratching anything and everything is looking a lot better.

But, I don't trust that ho bag, so she's going to be rocking this look for a few more days...
Poor Emma - she's got it ruff (sorry, couldn't resist!)

And just for fun...

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

- Faking It

Yesterday I drove way flippin' far away to pick up my free boxes from my moving company.  I would just like to take a minute and say that my moving company is kind of rocking my socks off.  I don't want to get ahead of myself here, because the move hasn't happened yet or anything, but there is something to be said for a family owned long standing business.  Who else would stay 30 minutes after closing time to meet me because I was lost way over in Eagan, but I was close enough that they would give me directions and wait?  And then load the boxes into my car for me?  So sweet.

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is I finally started packing today.  And I packed just enough to do this:
Because when life gives you lemons and you can't unpack your decorations - you decorate your packed decorations.

Then I made myself a drink.  Apple cider and bourbon (thanks Katie!) with a red and white striped straw - how festive!

Monday, December 5, 2011

- Magical

I was sitting here wondering how my butt got so burnt from 6 minutes in a tanning bed* when I looked out the window and saw this:
And it just made me melt into a pile of Christmas spirit...which goes nicely with the AMAZING candy cane Hershey Kisses I found tonight at Target.

People up here are all "UGH the snow is back" but I just can't help but love it.  I find myself smiling every time I watch those flakes fall ever so lightly and gather on the Christmas trees that are planted in the courtyard.  I can't believe that anyone would disagree.  It looks like a scene right out of Narnia.

It's so magical it almost makes me forget that on the other side of that line of trees is a parking garage that regularly exudes the sounds of car doors slamming, horns honking, tires screeching, alarms sounding and the yelling of kids from the skateboarding gang that commandeers the gentle slopes of the ramp after 11pm.  

So yeah...I'm excited to move.
*Y'all Rosey has reached a new level of insubordination and I therefore have hit my personal point of  desperation.  I am still completely opposed to tanning in every way shape and form...except as a possible treatment for ridiculously stupid skin rashes.