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I can has a cheezburger now? or, July Brain Dump

26 Jul

Lots of stuff going on, none of it being properly blogged.  This month is testing my limits in ways I never even thought about.

I started my new job on July 1st.  All is well there.  I am learning the ropes and today I even got an engraved nameplate installed on my door.  They can’t fire me now.  Or something.

The first couple of weeks in Southwest Virginia were spent at hotels and motels and I finally could not inspect another room for cleanliness and watch the same 15 channels.  So now I am staying at the lovely home of the boyfriend’s mom and step dad.  They are super nice for letting me crash in their home.  It’s clean, it smells normal (unlike the aforementioned hotels and motels) and I don’t have to do a room check for things that may creep me out in the middle of the night.  This is a good thing because it is getting me used to the drive I will have to make when we move to Christiansburg.  And the early wake up time, which, actually, is not going as bad as I thought it would.  Granted this is me waking up alone and there’s no warm boyfriend to stay snuggled up with so, yeah, getting up in the morning is pretty easy right now.  We’ll see how it goes come next month when we are reunited.

There was a vacation this month.  Pictures can be found on Flickr.  It was great and very needed.  The boyfriend’s dad’s family has taken to renting a house in Chincoteague for a week in the summer.  I was lucky enough to be invited this year.  The house had a pink front door.  Adorbs!  There was surf and sand and the best ice cream ever and very little on the grid activities and shopping and horses and sun and mosquitoes and time with great people (something spending two weeks in hotels and motels seriously lacks) and quite, relaxing time and very little doing of the hair and bathing suits and sunscreen and Scrabble and reading of books and open sunroofs and really good beach bbq and pictures and sea breeze and fish catching and good times.

Sadly, there was also the passing of a grandparent.  Dan got a call that his grandfather passed away.  We left a day early so Dan could get some formal clothes together and head to N.C. for the funeral.

Now Dan is back in Richmond (packing up the apartment) and I am in Southwest Virginia (working and doing nothing).  Hurry up and wait.  That is my motto for the month.

I did get to spend a day with my mom after returning from vacation.  That was really nice.  We shopped, did some computer stuff and had dinner with my dad to celebrate her birthday.  It was a nice dinner and the food was good.  When is the food *not* good at Bonefish?  Srsly.  I enjoyed hanging out with the mother and the father.  Probably won’t see them again for a few months.  They have an RV now so there is talk of them coming out to Southwest Virginia in the fall.

Unfortunately, it all depends on a dog named Willow.  Willow is the dog I picked out at the pound when I was 15 or 16 and declared “of course I’ll take her with me when I move out!”  Yeah, she stayed with the parents.  Willow is about 13 years old.  About 4 or 5 years ago she had melanomia in her gums.  They operated and got it out and she was fine.  A few months ago it was discovered that she had “a growth” in her bladder.  The growth was getting pretty big, pretty quick so they operated.  Turns out she had/has bladder cancer.  Malignant bladder cancer.  Mom is taking her to an oncologist for follow up.  Poor Willow.  She’s such a good dog and totally does not deserve this.

Dan has been great.  He has taken care of most things involving the townhouse.  His last day of work was July 13th so he has had more time to do such things.  I did call and find out what the procedure is for getting water, sewage and trash service, so there’s that.  Also, he bought us these salt and pepper shakers (probably because I went all girly on him when I saw them while in Chincoteague) and that totally erases all the bad stuff.  Right?

And I want to see Despicable Me.  In fact, the last three movies that I have wanted to see have been cartoons.  Take what you will from that.  I reprogrammed my car stereo with Southwest Virginia radio stations today.  I have yet to memorize any zip codes out here.  I know they start with 2.  That’s about all I got.  All our houseplants are sick and dying, all of a sudden.  One that Dan picked out seriously just ate the dust in the matter of a few weeks.  The stalk turned a dark brown/black, the leaves dried up and dropped off.  I guess it just didn’t like us. 

I’ve regained all the weight I lost last year, that’s been fun to deal with.  It’s a combination of this and that and the other thing and snow (I honestly blame the snow, I was doing just fine until it snowed and there was bacon).  Mostly it’s the too much intake, not enough outtake situation.  I used to walk a couple miles a day and then it got cold.  I’m a summer girl and hate being cold.  Therefore, no couple of miles a day anymore.  It’s like no one ever revoked my All You Can Eat/No Exercise Snow Pass and I’m trying to eat everything before someone remembers to take the pass back. 

This month has also been the most expensive month of my life.  Gas, food, hotels, repeat, more gas, clothes because last year’s summer wardrobe does not fit, and blahdy blahdy blah blah.

I think that might actually be everything.  If you’ve made it this far, thank you and good night.

Thanks for…

26 Nov

my parents who put up with and love me, no matter what

the rest of my family

my friends who listen to me and put up with all my shenanigans

my wonderful, funny, smart, supportive boyfriend

Google and Twitter and the whole of the internets

Crossroads

lipgloss

Buck is 60

8 May

I’m a little late in getting these things posted so bear with me. My dad turned 60… back in November. I know, I know, but at least I’m getting this up before his next birthday.

Anyhow, we (mom and I) had a small party to celebrate. Below are photos from the event.

You can’t go wrong with cupcakes from Ukrop’s. The cakes say “Oh no! The Big 6-0!”

From Party for Dad’s 60th Birthday

Aw, someone even wrote a birthday message on the dry-erase board. (Ok so I was the person that wrote it, but still “aw.”)

From Party for Dad’s 60th Birthday

Balloons, cupcakes, ice cream… is he turning 6 or 60?

From Party for Dad’s 60th Birthday

Look closely at what he’s doing. Pretty MacGyver of him.

From Party for Dad’s 60th Birthday

The Birthday Boy, himself.

From Party for Dad’s 60th Birthday

The Birthday Boy’s mother (and uncle).

From Party for Dad’s 60th Birthday

The Birthday Boy’s sister and daughter.

From Party for Dad’s 60th Birthday

It was a good party. Good times with family. Oh and the food. The food was sooo good. Mom got chicken from Pollard’s, I made the best macaroni and cheese ever and five pans of Sister Schubert’s yeast rolls (there were no leftovers) and the cupcakes came from Ukrop’s. Food doesn’t get much better than that.

Move towards the light, Lil Bastard

14 Mar

As I’m sitting here surfing the internet, wishing there was ice cream in my freezer, I can hear Lil Bastard chowing down on the Decon I put under the loveseat. So this confirms two things: 1) Lil Fucker is dead (I say this because LF didn’t come around until 2 a.m. whereas LB is obviously an early riser); and 2) LB will soon depart this realm.

Meanwhile …

please enjoy this picture of the beach. It’s calm and serene, unlike me at the moment as I sit here trying to pretend there isn’t a mouse six feet from where I sit. Ahhh!!

R.I.P. Lil Fucker, Die Lil Bastard

12 Mar

I’m 99.98% sure that Lil Fucker is dead. He ate a lot of the Decon and I haven’t seen any evidence of him in the past few days.

However, this morning I saw new droppings, in new places. I do believe I have a new freeloader. I shall call this one Lil Bastard (yes, like the song).

Whereas Lil Fucker was more a couch and desktop kind of mouse, Lil Bastard really likes the bathroom and the area behind the trash can.

Lovely.

A Mouze Is In the Hizouse!

29 Feb

Yes, I have a mouse in my apartment. Which wouldn’t be so bad if 1) I lived in a space larger than 600 sq. ft.; and 2) if it didn’t shit everywhere. The other day I went to Books-A-Million and bought some books. While I was checking out, a chocolate bar caught my eye. I don’t really care for chocolate (I know, I know) but this one had peppermint stuff on top and I am a sucker for peppermint stuff. Yum-o! I buy the peppermint chocolate bar along with the books. I bring my purchases home, put the bag of merchandise on my desk, and go on about my life. (This is what I always do. I buy two or three books, bring them home, leave them in the bag and let them sit on my desk for a few days. One day I will walk past the desk and remember that I bought books and ta-da!, Merry Christmas to me… except that I paid for them and it’s not December. Odd, I know. But whatevs. Walk to your own drummer, people.) So pseudo-Christmas Day comes. I start reading one of the books and put the others on the bookshelf for later. I put the chocolate bar on the kitchen counter, unopened, so I’ll remember that I have a tasty treat. In addition to the chocolate bar I also have a piece of Dove chocolate on my desk, which I actually forgot was even there as it was a little piece that was attached to a holiday card I received from a co-worker. (For someone that doesn’t like chocolate, I’ve got a lot of it just laying about.)

So what does all this have to do with the mouse (who I’ve named Lil Fucker, BTW)? I’m setting up the back story so you don’t just think I have random food sitting about the apartment, just hold on a second.

I stayed home Monday because of a stomach illness. While home for the day I see mouse droppings on my desk. Eww! So I clean them up and proceed with disinfecting the desktop. While moving everything off of the desk I see that Lil Fucker has eaten the Dove chocolate. I figure that must be what it came in the apartment for. I clean it up and move on.

Now I’m in the kitchen throwing away my paper towels and putting the disinfectant away when I see that Lil Fucker has eaten half of my chocolate bar with the peppermint topping!! Now I’m pissed. But I figure he’s eaten the two things that were sitting out. Surely he has moved on since there is nothing left here for him and off to bed I go.

The next morning, I go in to the kitchen to get a drink of water. As I’m standing in front of the sink, drinking my water, I see that Lil Fucker has SHIT ON MY DISH RAG!! Apparently, Lil Fucker has no home training.

Even though he has eaten all that was sitting out to eat, he does not appear to be moving on. Lil Fucker needs to be taken care of, in a Sopranos kind of way. I make a trip to Lowe’s and get traps to catch Lil Fucker. I also make a trip to Eckerd to get bait – a Symphony chocolate bar. I set a trap on the kitchen counter and a trap on the desktop.

Wednesday comes and goes. Empty traps.

Thursday morning. Empty traps.

Thursday evening I get home from dinner and check the traps. I see that Lil Fucker has shit on top of the trap on the desktop. I check the trap in the kitchen. He shit next to the trap. Lovely, the mouse is a smartass. I called my dad to update him on my mouse situation. I tell him the latest developments. He thinks it’s soooo funny. Laughter ensues. While I’m talking to him, I’m cleaning Lil Fucker’s shit off of the trap and counter and in doing so I tip one of the traps. I put my hand under it to catch the chocolate bait that should be inside. Nothing falls into my hand. I look inside the trap and surprise! NO CHOCOLATE! It. Is. On.

I tried to be nice. I bought traps that would just catch him while giving him a tasty treat, but no, Lil Fucker had to go and be a smartass.

I just got home from Wally World, where I purchased four boxes of Decon. Let’s see you shit after eating that, Lil Fucker.

The Little England Inn

10 Oct

I live in an area of Hampton that has large Victorian homes and mini-Victorian homes. Some of the larger homes have been divided up and turned into apartments (like where I live) and a handful have been turned into inns. The nicest one in the neighborhood was recently placed on the market.

It was very scary. Would someone buy it and turn it into apartments? Would a single family buy it for their Cheaper by the Dozen family? Would someone buy and keep it an inn? Would anyone buy it at all??

It was on the market for quite sometime. Finally, one day, news broke around the neighborhood that the deal was done; place sold.

The inn that had been run by a very nice husband and wife team was really sold. Who bought it? Are they from around here or, heaven forbid, from Up North? Are they going to keep it an inn? Are they going to change the look of the house? No one knew.

The very nice husband and wife packed up everything they wanted and had a yard sale to get rid of the rest (I two very nice Napoleon chairs and an oval mirror, thanyouverymuch). Every time I passed the inn I just shook my head in disbelief.

The New People moved in. They are keeping it an inn. The New People do not look friendly, or like inn running kind of people. They leave kids’ toys strewn about the yard. They have over cut the grass so low that the grass blades aren’t even half an inch tall. The lawn is more brown than it is green; it’s terrible looking. They put these huge, ugly mums on the steps of the side porch. They have a fan and random objects sitting on the side porch!

I miss the very nice husband and wife.