So this is love…

Ever since I put Sassy (my supermodel cat) into the “kitty hotel” aka the kennel, then the car for 10 hours with some fabu meds, then into my boyfriends apartment and, finally, to her new home, she’s been giving me and B the cold shoulder. An attitude of “How dare you take me away from the great big picture windows? Or, I can’t be seen in a cat carrier!” were the meows bestowed upon us. There was a huge lack of love coming from Miss La Rue. She wouldn’t even request the nightly ear pull that she demands in return her graciously living with me.

But today, she decided to acquiesce to her situation. She felt the need to cuddle with me, place her paws upon my thigh and purr. I couldn’t believe it! For a whole 5 and a half minutes I was in kitty bliss with her pawing my thigh and letting me know, “I approve of this new place, we can live here.” Thank you Miss La Rue for your seal of approval.

Appreciate…

I was doing my hourly review of cnn.com (one of many news sites that I view) I stumbled across an article about a blog called Post Secret where people mail in handmade postcards that tell their secrets. They scale from funny to loving to depressing.

There is no secret that should be dismissed. People get a release by creating the card, writing out the words and letting someone else know, anonymously. I might write in but I share too much do I have anything left?

Maybe you’ll see a card from me on the blog…but will you be able to guess which one is my secret?

Supporting the masses…

I’m now employed! I actually was busy my first day of work doing the mundane tasks of filling out paperwork and getting a computer. I think I’m going to like it there, they stock the fridge with Diet Coke and bottled water.

More later when I have a computer chair…

The fight…

Today, I found my box full of gladware/ziplock/tupperware/plastic hell. I didn’t realize that I had a WHOLE box worths of this stuff until I got the huge box labeled “plasticware”. My new kitchen is much smaller than what I’m use to, I so sympathize with Deb. So, trying to find storage to keep my plastic stuff is a lot harder. I’ve opened the cabinet several times and received a shower of lids upon my unsuspecting head.

Now, you ask, “Why do you need so much?” I’m a prepper. I have to cut things up hours ahead of time. Portion out my spices into individual containers before being added to a recipe. OK…I’m ANAL RETENTIVE!

So, if you never hear from me again, you know that the plastic won.

Oh Happy Day…

I have MY computer back. Oh, how I missed you my love…

Missing..

I guess you don’t realize how much you love your own things until you can’t touch, see or use them. Right now, I’m missing my shoe collection. When I was packing items for myself to use while my stuff is being held hostage by the movers, I only packed four pairs of shoes. I need shoe variety, so BADLY. I have the cutest brown pumps and I love my black heals. Then there are the boots…Oh, how I love the boots.

The other thing that I’m missing is my bathroom scale. Though, I’m afraid to step on it, for fear that I may have gained a gajillion pounds since I am only able to dine on restaurant food. B doesn’t cook. So, I’m limited in my ability to make food that meets my cravings. And, there is the lovely french bistro down the road from the apartment. La Madeline, how I love thee! So, I pray that when I get my scale back, it will love me and show me that I’ve lost weight from all the unpacking!

Yeeha…

I’m in Texas, Houston to be precise. It took ten hours, three states, one boyfriend and a drugged up cat to get here. It was worth it. The cat kept us both immensely entertained while we traveled through Atlanta, Cleveland and Moscow. You’d think those Texans would be a little more original in naming their townships. But, now it’s time to relax and collapse.

Also, for those of you who enjoy Secret Agent Josephine, Gumball made it safe and sound on the roadtrip. I’ll try to post pics later.

Tata (for now)…

I write this as I am barely keeping my eyes open and after a lovely bottle of cider (the kind that is wonderfully labeled Alc. 6.9% by Vol). It was my last day at work in Memphis. I will miss this company, they were lovely to me and allowed me to truly grow professionally and personally. I was able to stretch myself beyond what I thought I was capable because these people gave me the resources that I needed and opened up a lot of doors. I had great coworkers and am proud to call them friends. It’s cheesy but true.

Tomorrow the movers pack up my stuff and I will embark to Houston. I can’t wait! B will be here Friday afternoon so that we can drive and start our life together on Saturday. Mushy, I know! I can’t believe how easy it has been to get a new position in Houston. How easy it was to find a place to live. It was fate. It’s meant to be.

Take care, be cool. I’ll be back, live from Texas!

Tired…

I’m pooped and thankful that this week includes a paid holiday. No disrespect Mr. King, your words, work and sacrifice were great. But, it gave me a lot of time to get into the nooks and crannies that I’ve been hiding from since I moved into this apartment. I almost ready to move. Garbage bags decorate my living room, waiting to be disposed of appropriately: Goodwill, recycle, shred and throw away.

The second bedroom is basically bare, less the few boxes and a couple pieces of lonely furniture. I have no dining room. Thankfully, I’ve been utilizing my couch (the lovely item I am retaining from college) and rewarding myself with 24. Oh, Jackigula, how I’ve missed you. (If you watched the premiere episode of this seasons 24, you’ll understand the reference – I still can’t believe he did that!).

I am not looking forward to my loss of internet on Friday, but thankfully, I’ll only be without it for a few days. I’m not looking forward to my blog withdrawals…I expect them to be severe.

Bad but good…

I was bad on my eating today. Gnocchi with cream sauce ( I didn’t eat it all), peanut butter cookie with reese cups in it (Yes, I ate it ALL!) and three biscuits. That’s the bad list. But…I moved a kitchen set and bedroom furniture down two sets of stairs and into a large parking lot into a van yesterday. While on my period. And, I didn’t bite anyone’s head off. So, I’m not feeling guilty.

PS. If anyone reading this knows the tricks to getting images from picasa to show in a on wordpress, I would be MOST grateful!