Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Wow. This week is shaping up to be a train wreck.

For Monday, see my previous blog post about our apartment.

Last night, I came home to John telling me he broke a tooth. We don't have dental insurance. This morning he was going to go to our dentist...but called to find out that they're on vacation until Monday! He called their emergency number, and hopefully she will be calling us back shortly. We love our dentist, and the fact that he might have to find someone else to handle this emergency is terrifying to John.

I wake up this morning with a terrible headache and this gut feeling something is just not right with today.

I feel like screaming. I heard bad things come in 3's. So Seriously? What's about to happen?

I start thinking through what else could go wrong that's just simmering waiting to hit a rolling boil. My oil is due for a change and has been for about a week, that wretched cat is loosing hair again, and John's truck needs inspecting. Which one is going to go first? Any bets? Why don't they all just take a number and hit us back-to-back.

OH! and we're supposed to have date night on Friday. Our last date remember what happened? I guess we're not supposed to have dates.

Some days I wish I could go back to bed and skip out on life for oh, say the next 6 months.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Update on East Street Living

Yesterday was a day for the books.

John came home to find a note on door that said they found out about our cat. Our place has a no pet policy but we've managed to hide her for the last 12 months. In fact, our lease is ending at the end of October, so we were about to re-sign for another year.

However, despite our on time payments, and our adherence to their many and frequent apartment inspections they do at this apartment place, they have decided to adhere strictly to their no pet policy. Thus, we have to put in our 60 day notice (during which our cat will still be staying in our place...go figure)

Anyway, East Street living is coming to a sad and abrupt halt. We are now looking for a new place to live, hopefully still in downtown since that is where John does most of his work.

We spent most of yesterday afternoon driving around to check out the neighborhoods of a few finds. As crazy as it sounds, washer and dryer hook ups seem to be the problem....downtown has a lot of older houses, which unless they have been remodeled, do not have the hookups.

So, in efforts of being cheesy: If you find the hookups, give us the hookup. :)

(P.S. - Yes we knew this policy going in, but when faced with lying about a cat, or not having a place to live, option 1 looks like a clear and great winner)

Friday, October 2, 2009


Today, as I'm eating my sushi lunch, I had a random thought.

If I were a condiment, I would be wasabi!

Think about it...
My favorite color is green.
A little bit goes a long way.
I spice up everything.
I love sushi.
And I'm feisty.

Yeah, I know I have a weird relationship with food.

What would you be, and why?