April 30, 2011
April 29, 2011
date night
Lev and I watched the royal wedding for date night tonight. He remarked on Prince William's get-up: "THAT'S what I want to wear at our wedding!" Oh, and that the officiant was wearing a "wizard's cloak."
April 28, 2011
anonymous numbers
Yesterday a number I didn't recognize called my cell phone. They didn't leave a message, either. Lev and I looked at each other, groaned, and said, "Ohhhh no." I then googled the number (side note: this entry is chock full of words and word combinations that would have made no sense in 1997) and found out that it was the Gallup poll, and that I'd missed my opportunity to speak my mind because I am now afraid of numbers that I don't recognize.
Ok so when I had my first apartment way back in 1998 (right?), I had a land line. With, heaven forbid, no caller ID! In fact, I didn't even KNOW about caller ID until a circa-2002 potential (at the time) boyfriend casually mentioned it in conversation--that he'd called me but he hadn't left a message because, you know, caller ID. I was like, whaaaat? and that may have been the beginning of the I-don't-leave-messages-because-you-saw-I-called era that we live in today. Soon after that conversation, I was paying too much to Qwest for a box that attached to my telephone and blinked when there were new numbers to look at. I never looked back.
In 2004 I decided to dip my toe into the cell phone game. Soon enough, I ditched the cumbersome land line and was footloose and fancy-free on my t-mobile flip phone.
So what does it mean that we are taking the guesswork out of answering the phone? It may mean that Gallup can't possibly get accurate results, due to the fact that people with caller ID do not answer phone calls where they don't recognize the number. It may also mean that we are becoming a smaller, more insular society. I have the numbers in my cell phone that I already know and I answer based on whether or not I want to/can talk at the moment. And I never answer the phone and talk to a stranger.
On the other hand, I read an article somewhere that talked about how, at the advent of the telephone, it was considered a rude machine. Anybody could invade your house at any time. They didn't have to "come calling" (an older meaning of "call" was to visit in person) and face the awkwardness of knocking on your door and then further risk seeing your red-with-annoyance face because it was the dinner hour. There were and still are certain rules that pertain to making a house call that just didn't carry over to making a telephone call.
So, in that sense, I guess caller ID sort of enforces manners that were dropped at the advent of the telephone--the caller no longer controls the exchange, the receiver who is looking at the screen of their cell phone does. This still doesn't make up for the fact that I missed my opportunity to be polled by Gallup, though.
Ok so when I had my first apartment way back in 1998 (right?), I had a land line. With, heaven forbid, no caller ID! In fact, I didn't even KNOW about caller ID until a circa-2002 potential (at the time) boyfriend casually mentioned it in conversation--that he'd called me but he hadn't left a message because, you know, caller ID. I was like, whaaaat? and that may have been the beginning of the I-don't-leave-messages-because-you-saw-I-called era that we live in today. Soon after that conversation, I was paying too much to Qwest for a box that attached to my telephone and blinked when there were new numbers to look at. I never looked back.
In 2004 I decided to dip my toe into the cell phone game. Soon enough, I ditched the cumbersome land line and was footloose and fancy-free on my t-mobile flip phone.
So what does it mean that we are taking the guesswork out of answering the phone? It may mean that Gallup can't possibly get accurate results, due to the fact that people with caller ID do not answer phone calls where they don't recognize the number. It may also mean that we are becoming a smaller, more insular society. I have the numbers in my cell phone that I already know and I answer based on whether or not I want to/can talk at the moment. And I never answer the phone and talk to a stranger.
On the other hand, I read an article somewhere that talked about how, at the advent of the telephone, it was considered a rude machine. Anybody could invade your house at any time. They didn't have to "come calling" (an older meaning of "call" was to visit in person) and face the awkwardness of knocking on your door and then further risk seeing your red-with-annoyance face because it was the dinner hour. There were and still are certain rules that pertain to making a house call that just didn't carry over to making a telephone call.
So, in that sense, I guess caller ID sort of enforces manners that were dropped at the advent of the telephone--the caller no longer controls the exchange, the receiver who is looking at the screen of their cell phone does. This still doesn't make up for the fact that I missed my opportunity to be polled by Gallup, though.
April 27, 2011
I like this photo because I look like my brother in it. It's the eyes and the mouth. I used to know someone who would look at photos of my brother and say: "your brother is so good-looking! You guys look NOTHING alike." This one's for her.
I'm looking around for a photo of my brother; he seems to have disappeared from my photos.
ballad of paladin
I spent the entire afternoon in the DMV getting my car's title transferred, and all I wanted to do was listen to the ballad of Paladin.
April 26, 2011
April 25, 2011
I am thankful
...for my health. I was in a serious bike accident 3 years ago--a woman opened her door into me and I was thrown through her driver's side window. And next friday I'm finally going to an arbitration hearing regarding the case. Today I was thinking about a friend of ours who sustained a major head injury at this time last year. He basically has to relearn a lot of things, will probably live at home with his mother for a long time (if not the rest of his life), and he also had to undergo multiple skull/brain surgeries at the time of the accident to prevent his brain from swelling too much and killing him. As much as I am dreading this arbitration, I am forever grateful that I am here, now.
...that I have a fiancé as caring and wonderful as Lev. I know that I kvell about him on this blog, but he is the best thing that ever happened to me. Yesterday I was "very tired" (read: in a Bad Mood) the whole day and not only did he put up with me, but he made jokes, took me to Kmart (TV antenna=a Lizzy necessity), and cooked an amazing dinner. I'm unbelievably thankful that he is in my life.
...that I have a supportive, loving family. Not only do I have a stable and affectionate relationship with my mother and father, but I am doubly blessed with a wonderful stepfather, as well. Earlier I was having a genuine wedding/financially-motivated freak out and I spoke with my mother. She completely calmed me down, and pointed out that the wedding industry is built to make everybody feel poor! Yep, she said it and so did I!
...and, lastly, that it is SPRING in the Chi! (Well, sort of. We are getting there.) I snapped this proof-of-spring picture on my way home. You can barely see it, but there are leaf-buds on that there tree!
...that I have a fiancé as caring and wonderful as Lev. I know that I kvell about him on this blog, but he is the best thing that ever happened to me. Yesterday I was "very tired" (read: in a Bad Mood) the whole day and not only did he put up with me, but he made jokes, took me to Kmart (TV antenna=a Lizzy necessity), and cooked an amazing dinner. I'm unbelievably thankful that he is in my life.
...that I have a supportive, loving family. Not only do I have a stable and affectionate relationship with my mother and father, but I am doubly blessed with a wonderful stepfather, as well. Earlier I was having a genuine wedding/financially-motivated freak out and I spoke with my mother. She completely calmed me down, and pointed out that the wedding industry is built to make everybody feel poor! Yep, she said it and so did I!
...and, lastly, that it is SPRING in the Chi! (Well, sort of. We are getting there.) I snapped this proof-of-spring picture on my way home. You can barely see it, but there are leaf-buds on that there tree!
April 23, 2011
we are done moving.
we are DONE MOVING. My plants have been reunited with me, the bikes are in the basement storage unit...and we are having BBQ tonight.
"Take a load off! You deserve it!"
"Take a load off! You deserve it!"
saturday morning
I'm sitting at our dining room table right now. I'm so glad it is not last week at this time; we did not even know what we were in for on Sunday. Lev and I are in agreement--we will never move again!
Last night I hung out with the lovely Bria, and she ended up cutting my mop. I learned that my hair had been looking rather rectangular, and to prevent this it is important to get my hair shaped regularly. We also discovered that it had been a year since she'd last cut it. Time flies, especially when you are a slob (meeeeeeeee????).
Today Lev and I are heading down to our old apartment to get the last odds and ends out and to clean. When I move out of a place I never want to go back, ever again, which could account for the many missed deposit returns on my part. But we are doing it! I'm manning up, so to speak, and getting my butt down there for some good old-fashioned mopping.
One hundred and seven days until we get married! Happy Saturday to all!
Last night I hung out with the lovely Bria, and she ended up cutting my mop. I learned that my hair had been looking rather rectangular, and to prevent this it is important to get my hair shaped regularly. We also discovered that it had been a year since she'd last cut it. Time flies, especially when you are a slob (meeeeeeeee????).
Today Lev and I are heading down to our old apartment to get the last odds and ends out and to clean. When I move out of a place I never want to go back, ever again, which could account for the many missed deposit returns on my part. But we are doing it! I'm manning up, so to speak, and getting my butt down there for some good old-fashioned mopping.
One hundred and seven days until we get married! Happy Saturday to all!
April 21, 2011
what I do in the morning...
Um, this is off the reflection of my computer at work when it is shut off. Lev says I take too many photos of myself, oh man, he ain't seen nothing yet...
April 20, 2011
the lay of the land
Our house! We aren't all the way unpacked and my plants are still at the other apartment, where they will stay until Saturday when we clean it out.
Yesterday we bought a bed! Guest room is official!
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| The living room. |
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| The living room, looking toward the hall (bedrooms are off the hallway). |
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| oh em gee mid century modern chandelier! |
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The living room, as seen from the dining room.
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| Kitchen, other side. |
April 18, 2011
we...
we moved! we moved, we moved we moved we moved.
I've taken my first shower here, which means that I officially live here! this place is awesome. Lev and I decided that we are never moving ourselves, ever ever ever again. Pro movers from now on. Yesterday was ugly. Blood, sweat and even some tears (mine). But the upshot is that now we live in an incredibly gorgeous two-bedroom apartment that is most definitely the nicest place we've ever lived. And there is a giant guest bedroom. Come visit!
Pics coming soon. Like...tomorrow.
I've taken my first shower here, which means that I officially live here! this place is awesome. Lev and I decided that we are never moving ourselves, ever ever ever again. Pro movers from now on. Yesterday was ugly. Blood, sweat and even some tears (mine). But the upshot is that now we live in an incredibly gorgeous two-bedroom apartment that is most definitely the nicest place we've ever lived. And there is a giant guest bedroom. Come visit!
Pics coming soon. Like...tomorrow.
April 16, 2011
April 14, 2011
Fan of all-time
Cliff Huxtable is my favorite television father. I had a crush on Theo Huxtable when I was growing up, but I always respected father Cliff. I still love that show, I love the way they talk to one another, I love the couch in the living room. I love Rudy before she grew up, I love awkward Vanessa. But mostly, I love Cliff.
Alan Alda has never been in a show that I actually like, but I love his voice so he makes the list. I'm watching M*A*S*H right now and Harry Morgan is also on this show and his voice reminds me of Sgt. Joe Friday from Dragnet. Sgt. Friday (a heavy smoker on the show--the cigarette basically has a costarring role) speaks in a slightly peeved monotone and refuses to swing his arms when he walks. In real life he was the meticulous writer, producer and sometimes director of that show. You know the part at the end, where there is that sweaty arm swinging a mallet and engraving "VII"? That is his arm. He's another one of my favorite television men.
Ralph Cramden, he's excitable. I can appreciate that. I also like the enthusiastic way he swears people off. Oh, whoa, and totally Doug from King of Queens. Although Carrie frequently emasculates him, which is a turn-off.
Ok but my favorite TV man is, hands-down, Dan Connor. Dan Connor! He is handsome, funny and smart. And I've seen him throw a hammer through a sheet of drywall. He has gotten into fights, and won handily. And he loves Roseanne, even though she is flawed. That's what matters -- undying love and affection. And a great script.
Alan Alda has never been in a show that I actually like, but I love his voice so he makes the list. I'm watching M*A*S*H right now and Harry Morgan is also on this show and his voice reminds me of Sgt. Joe Friday from Dragnet. Sgt. Friday (a heavy smoker on the show--the cigarette basically has a costarring role) speaks in a slightly peeved monotone and refuses to swing his arms when he walks. In real life he was the meticulous writer, producer and sometimes director of that show. You know the part at the end, where there is that sweaty arm swinging a mallet and engraving "VII"? That is his arm. He's another one of my favorite television men.
Ralph Cramden, he's excitable. I can appreciate that. I also like the enthusiastic way he swears people off. Oh, whoa, and totally Doug from King of Queens. Although Carrie frequently emasculates him, which is a turn-off.
Ok but my favorite TV man is, hands-down, Dan Connor. Dan Connor! He is handsome, funny and smart. And I've seen him throw a hammer through a sheet of drywall. He has gotten into fights, and won handily. And he loves Roseanne, even though she is flawed. That's what matters -- undying love and affection. And a great script.
April 13, 2011
ten
Ten things that make me happy:
1. Lev's curly hair
2. The green leaf-buds on the tree outside my window at work--spring is here!
3. Spending 8.5 hours a day doing something I really enjoy. Job satisfaction, oh yeah!
4. Our new, so-incredibly-beautiful apartment that is around the corner from one of my close friends in Chicago
5. 116 days until Lev and I get married
6. The love and fierce devotion of my family--I know it's cliché, but seriously
7. My brother and I are getting married in the same summer
8. Muscle soreness--I'm getting into shape, good, tra-la
9. Lev's love of me lightly scratching his back when he's lying in bed
10. LEVY! duh! He makes me deliriously happy and I'd be lost without him!
1. Lev's curly hair
2. The green leaf-buds on the tree outside my window at work--spring is here!
3. Spending 8.5 hours a day doing something I really enjoy. Job satisfaction, oh yeah!
4. Our new, so-incredibly-beautiful apartment that is around the corner from one of my close friends in Chicago
5. 116 days until Lev and I get married
6. The love and fierce devotion of my family--I know it's cliché, but seriously
7. My brother and I are getting married in the same summer
8. Muscle soreness--I'm getting into shape, good, tra-la
9. Lev's love of me lightly scratching his back when he's lying in bed
10. LEVY! duh! He makes me deliriously happy and I'd be lost without him!
April 11, 2011
oh em gee
My little brother is getting married this summer! He lives in South Korea and his fiancé is Korean. She's a wonderful, sweet and loving woman (I met her a couple of years ago), and we are all beyond thrilled to welcome her into the family.
My mom sent me the wedding invitation:
Congrats Mike and Sang Hee!
My mom sent me the wedding invitation:
Congrats Mike and Sang Hee!
Me (looking at my blog stats): I only had 8 pageviews today.
Lev: What a LOSER!!!!
and that pretty much sums up what we are doing tonight...
Lev: What a LOSER!!!!
and that pretty much sums up what we are doing tonight...
April 10, 2011
some moving thoughts
Here we are, moving again. I have a history of moving. A lot. Which is funny, considering how much I absolutely despise moving. Like, you know how Native Americans represent time by saying, "many moons ago"? (Or at least how they do that in the movies?) For me it's "many moves ago." That is how I know what year we are talking about. "Remember? You were living in that place on Oakley," or, "It was when you were living on Western." Say 2007 and I don't recall. Say Maplewood, however, and I am with you all the way. I seriously hope that we will be in this next apartment for a long, long time.
My life used to be more portable. I had less stuff and I cared about basically nothing; I'd wait until the very last minute to "pack"--which usually consisted of me throwing stuff into boxes willy-nilly and even more frequently leaving a lot behind. Today I bought boxes and packing materials, and I've spent most of my day carefully packing and labeling boxes--I even discovered that saran wrap works wonders when you want to keep something closed without putting packing tape on it! Who knew I could be this organized? What is crazy is how much longer this process takes versus the old one, which is the point I suppose. Apparently I used to avoid things that took time and work!
Speaking of doing something that took time and was work, today I did the bar method DVD that I bought online. Holy cr@p it kicked my butt! My legs were like jello when it was over. I'm trying to get into good (better?) shape for the wedding, on a diet/eating better, et cetera, et cetera. I'm starting to wish that I'd taken a tip from my mother and chosen black lace for my wedding dress (oh yes she did and she looked amazing). This whole white-from-head-to-toe thing just isn't flattering!
Ok, back to packing. Happy Sunday!
My life used to be more portable. I had less stuff and I cared about basically nothing; I'd wait until the very last minute to "pack"--which usually consisted of me throwing stuff into boxes willy-nilly and even more frequently leaving a lot behind. Today I bought boxes and packing materials, and I've spent most of my day carefully packing and labeling boxes--I even discovered that saran wrap works wonders when you want to keep something closed without putting packing tape on it! Who knew I could be this organized? What is crazy is how much longer this process takes versus the old one, which is the point I suppose. Apparently I used to avoid things that took time and work!
Speaking of doing something that took time and was work, today I did the bar method DVD that I bought online. Holy cr@p it kicked my butt! My legs were like jello when it was over. I'm trying to get into good (better?) shape for the wedding, on a diet/eating better, et cetera, et cetera. I'm starting to wish that I'd taken a tip from my mother and chosen black lace for my wedding dress (oh yes she did and she looked amazing). This whole white-from-head-to-toe thing just isn't flattering!
Ok, back to packing. Happy Sunday!
April 9, 2011
paean to red cabbage
Tonight I marinated tempeh (ginger, garlic, honey and soy marinade) and grilled it with asparagus, kale and red cabbage. Can I just tell you how much I love red cabbage? I love red cabbage for a variety of reasons--it is a nice visual contrast in a mostly-green dish, it tastes sweet, stays crunchy, and, most importantly, it lasts forever in the refrigerator. I know that isn't a legitimate reason to love a particular type of vegetable, and that I'm probably not supposed to admit to cooking with old cabbage, but nothing breaks my heart more than throwing out what was once perfectly good veggies because somebody (me) forgot about them in the vegetable drawer.
I also made quinoa with flaxseeds. And as a nod to the "fast" that my friend told me about, I mixed honey and vinegar with water and drank it before the meal.
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| Tempeh, asparagus, kale, red cabbage and quinoa. Dinner! |
April 8, 2011
good and great
This is a sweet and moving Irish PSA about homophobic bullying. Powerful! Watch the whole thing.
This made me cry, it's beautiful. Watch till the end.
This made me cry, it's beautiful. Watch till the end.
the most casual of fridays
***update! you don't have to "take my word for it" anymore!
April 7, 2011
kombucha'd
I have this thing where every time I drink a Synergy Trilogy kombucha, I get déjà vu for Portland. I guess I drank a lot of those when I was home. Tastes and smells affect me like that. I finally found a grocery store here that carries it (and the store is called "Whole Foods"--I know! I'd never heard of it either!) and now I'm drinking them enough to sate my thirst but not enough to not get intense living-at-my-dad's-house-for-the-winter recollections.
Oh, yeah, I lived at my dad's house for the winter of '09. And Lev basically did too for the last month that we were living in Portland. I think it was good for me to live like that, in a way; at age 29-going-on-30, I finally-finally realized that I wanted to be successful in life, even if "success" at that point just meant getting the heck out of Portland (again) and getting a job at UIC in Chicago (again).
I just told the "Whole Foods" (have you ever heard of it?) joke to Joel. It was a hit!
Oh, yeah, I lived at my dad's house for the winter of '09. And Lev basically did too for the last month that we were living in Portland. I think it was good for me to live like that, in a way; at age 29-going-on-30, I finally-finally realized that I wanted to be successful in life, even if "success" at that point just meant getting the heck out of Portland (again) and getting a job at UIC in Chicago (again).
I just told the "Whole Foods" (have you ever heard of it?) joke to Joel. It was a hit!
April 6, 2011
stuff n thangs
I spent the day researching copyright permissions. Over and over and over and over. Now I'm watching Law & Order: SVU and there were two episodes in a row with essentially the same plot: rape, wrong suspect, catch the right suspect, turns out right suspect had GOOD REASON to rape the victim. Oh Law & Order, come on. Either think up a new plot line or get off the air.
Lev and I are counting down the days until we move into our new apartment. We sign the lease next Friday. I've been semi-compulsively checking craigslist for new furniture. Too bad I can't really get anything yet, I mean, what is the point of buying stuff before you move? But when we move in I'm having a blowout.
Lev and I are counting down the days until we move into our new apartment. We sign the lease next Friday. I've been semi-compulsively checking craigslist for new furniture. Too bad I can't really get anything yet, I mean, what is the point of buying stuff before you move? But when we move in I'm having a blowout.
April 5, 2011
whoops
Oh man I was totally wrong. I know that writing a post about a post is unnecessary (or is it "meta?") but here goes. My dad reads this blog (Hi Dad!) and he pointed it out (at least I think that was him) in the comments section of my last post. I guess I assumed that blogging about personal stuff is a chick thing and that men only want to blog about/read about technical stuff/stereo equipment. I was wrong! Sorry Papa!
OK so about five years ago I thought it was a hilarious joke to be like, "Oh the COMMUTE!" because I was so incredibly sure that I would never have a job that I could not walk or bike to. And, like, I wouldn't want a job like that, man. Well cut to now where I'm driving 15 miles into the suburbs every day to work at a job that I absolutely love, to work with people that are wonderful, and to get paid...but Oh the COMMUTE! We are really looking forward to our new place because I am a half hour closer to work and Joel will get to stop hearing me kvetch about the drive.
I feel strange being such a driver. For a long time I didn't even have a driver's license--I had lost my wallet about a year after moving to the Chi and with it my Oregon license (which I had never bothered to turn in for an Illinois one, but that is a whole different story about what I'm bad at). I used my passport for ID and it was No Big Deal that I didn't have a license--I delivered stuff on my bike, who needs a license for that? After I quit biking for work I got a job at UIC and I started biking to work, winter, spring, summer and fall. I loved the vigorous exercise that entailed just getting to work and back. I avoided the secretarial spread!
And today I purchased an exercise DVD, "The Bar Method." Which means that I am most definitely a driver. But I am also happier than I've ever been.
OK so about five years ago I thought it was a hilarious joke to be like, "Oh the COMMUTE!" because I was so incredibly sure that I would never have a job that I could not walk or bike to. And, like, I wouldn't want a job like that, man. Well cut to now where I'm driving 15 miles into the suburbs every day to work at a job that I absolutely love, to work with people that are wonderful, and to get paid...but Oh the COMMUTE! We are really looking forward to our new place because I am a half hour closer to work and Joel will get to stop hearing me kvetch about the drive.
I feel strange being such a driver. For a long time I didn't even have a driver's license--I had lost my wallet about a year after moving to the Chi and with it my Oregon license (which I had never bothered to turn in for an Illinois one, but that is a whole different story about what I'm bad at). I used my passport for ID and it was No Big Deal that I didn't have a license--I delivered stuff on my bike, who needs a license for that? After I quit biking for work I got a job at UIC and I started biking to work, winter, spring, summer and fall. I loved the vigorous exercise that entailed just getting to work and back. I avoided the secretarial spread!
And today I purchased an exercise DVD, "The Bar Method." Which means that I am most definitely a driver. But I am also happier than I've ever been.
April 4, 2011
civil
Tonight Lev and I are watching the Civil War documentary. Well, he is really in the other room but he's been coming in here to look at the television at regular intervals. He's also yelling commentary from the other room about the show. I remember when this was on PBS for the first time--my father watched it avidly. And when Dad turned on the TV, it was TIME FOR BED! You don't mess with my father about bedtime. Or anything else for that matter.
A few weeks ago he told me that he had read my blog. He said that he liked it. I can say for sure that my father read it once and that was enough! He will probably never look at it again. My mother, on the other hand (Hi Mom!), is my most outspoken reader. That is her, "eileen," and she is a prolific commenter. I love that I have supportive parents!
These photographs in the Civil War documentary are truly disturbing. Bodies and bodies and even the living look dead in old photos. I'm trying to bring my DMV-related frustration into perspective by watching this. Oh wow. "Rich man's war; Poor man's fight." Not much has changed.
April 3, 2011
green-purple
Dinner tonight: quinoa with flaxseeds and a kale, chard, red cabbage and mushroom stir fry. With lemon. And the kitchen door is open because it is SEVENTY-TWO DEGREES in the chi today!
April 2, 2011
new apartment!
Oh my gosh!!! We are now the proud renters of an AMAZING two-bedroom apartment in a beautiful, safe neighborhood on the north side! It was kismet. My friend went with me to look at an apartment today but I didn't like it. We had lunch (amazing Thai by the way--best in Chicago by far, but I digress), and after lunch I dropped my friend off at her house, remarked on how nice her neighborhood was and how much I'd always liked it, and told her that I was going to creep around for a little bit and look at For Rent signs.
I turned on the next block, and lo and behold, a For Rent sign! In front of a gorgeous white stone building. I called, left a message, and was creeping around a little more when the landlord's daughter (it's a family operation) called me back and asked if I wanted to look at it right then. I knew it was perfect the minute I walked in--huge bedrooms, gleaming hardwood floor, light streaming in from the banks of windows in every room. And ENORMOUS! And priced completely within our budget! And incredibly well-cared for!
SO I made a deposit and put our info on the application, and the landlady was great and very personable. We were chatting and she said to me, "I should let you know that I like you so much. You got the apartment, I'm sure your references are great." Yay! I mean, my references are great, check away, but YAY! on getting a great and huge place! and YAY on having a wonderful family to rent from!
So that was my Saturday! It's like the stars are aligning, I swear!
I turned on the next block, and lo and behold, a For Rent sign! In front of a gorgeous white stone building. I called, left a message, and was creeping around a little more when the landlord's daughter (it's a family operation) called me back and asked if I wanted to look at it right then. I knew it was perfect the minute I walked in--huge bedrooms, gleaming hardwood floor, light streaming in from the banks of windows in every room. And ENORMOUS! And priced completely within our budget! And incredibly well-cared for!
SO I made a deposit and put our info on the application, and the landlady was great and very personable. We were chatting and she said to me, "I should let you know that I like you so much. You got the apartment, I'm sure your references are great." Yay! I mean, my references are great, check away, but YAY! on getting a great and huge place! and YAY on having a wonderful family to rent from!
So that was my Saturday! It's like the stars are aligning, I swear!
April 1, 2011
april no-fooling
I've been TIRED. My new job is the right kind of exhausting. Cut to me not writing as much as I could be.
Sometimes I hit the "next blog" link and read random blogs that way. It bums me out when I come across blogs where the last entry says, "Sorry I haven't been writing! I have been so BUSY!" So I'll heed my own advice on this one...
And on that note...tonight was (is?) date night. We went to the movies and sat in reserved seats. Apparently that's the way they are doing the movie theater experience now. I mean, I guess if you are paying $12.50 apiece for the ticket plus $5 for a bag of popcorn, size small, and $4 for the Reese's Pieces that your beloved accidentally spills all over the floor, they can at least guarantee that you will be able to sit together. Right? We watched "The Lincoln Lawyer," a drama featuring Matthew McConaughey's bright-white teeth.
And after the movie we could not find where we parked the truck. Like, searched-all-three-floors-of-the-parking-garage couldn't find it. It's always the last place you look (i.e. right where you parked it).
Tomorrow I look at more apartments. Wish me luck.
Sometimes I hit the "next blog" link and read random blogs that way. It bums me out when I come across blogs where the last entry says, "Sorry I haven't been writing! I have been so BUSY!" So I'll heed my own advice on this one...
And on that note...tonight was (is?) date night. We went to the movies and sat in reserved seats. Apparently that's the way they are doing the movie theater experience now. I mean, I guess if you are paying $12.50 apiece for the ticket plus $5 for a bag of popcorn, size small, and $4 for the Reese's Pieces that your beloved accidentally spills all over the floor, they can at least guarantee that you will be able to sit together. Right? We watched "The Lincoln Lawyer," a drama featuring Matthew McConaughey's bright-white teeth.
And after the movie we could not find where we parked the truck. Like, searched-all-three-floors-of-the-parking-garage couldn't find it. It's always the last place you look (i.e. right where you parked it).
Tomorrow I look at more apartments. Wish me luck.
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