a wintry night in Hampden, a mad zone at home
Our house is currently in a state of disarray which drives me insane. The main culprits for this are the loads of Christmas gifts that have yet to be returned, clutter that has accumulated from our busy lives and the ground-zero that is
thewrongtim's latest project.
This fall we decided that come hell or high water we were going to have a dishwasher and disposal by the New Year. Thus followed our long search for an affordable but kick ass dishwasher, figuring out where they would go in our teeny kitchen and applying for a charge card to cover our new investment. I also went into major Project Management Mode and made sure that Tim set aside three days at least, as opposed to the one day he thought it would take to pull it off. Thank goodness! The more he and his dad have worked on these projects, the more crazy stuff they've run into- the large new sink leaves too little room for the disposal so they had to do some pipe magic, one of our pipes spung a leak, one of the pipes broke, they had to add in an extra switch for the disposal. They have literally been busing their buns every day for the past two days, dealing with all sorts of crazy hardships in stride. I am so proud of them both and have complete faith that our kitchen will not look like a war zone at some point in the near future. Hopefully tonight.
(random interjection: OMG Nansi is chasing her tail in circles. She's been doing this for several minutes. I have a Dog Cat)
Anyways, the kitchen being in such a state and the rest of the house being a wreck means Brookie goes into major avoidance mode. I don't want to be in my house. There's nowhere to sit, all I see is clutter and dirt and grime, all I want to do is clean clean clean. But, watching the work in the kitchen just stresses me out, even though I KNOW they know what they're doing. It's just daunting to look at. I can't imagine being the one working on it! I feel bad because I love my timmerz and want to hang out, but it's hard. We're both really stressed out by the state of our house right now. I foresee much cleaning tomorrow.
So, I have been avoiding the house when I can. Trying to do yoga in the living room to instill some good energy, but, for the most aprt, getting up, going to work, hanging out, coming home. Last night, I went to the mall of all places, because the throngs of post xmas shoppers were less intimidating than going home, and bought some new pants and a top. Then, I shuffled off to Rocket to Venus to meet
noralita ,
kazoogrrl and Lisa for dinner/hang outs. It was exactly what I needed, even if it means I got like five hours of sleep by the time I crawled in bed at 1am. We had delicious foods, I had some sparkling wine out of Tiny Tiny bottles, Lisa and I tackled our desire to feel their ceiling (trust me, if you go there you'll know how entrancing that ceiling is... is it squishy? is it plasticy??? would they throw you out forever if you climbed up on the booth and just touched it?) and we all dished about dance, relationships, LJ and stuff.
I really had a great time. It felt good to go out with the girls.
The other amazing part was that, in order to get to Rocket to Venus, I had to walk past all of the crazy decorations for xmas and the gaping tourists and townies who were enthralled by it. It was a crisp night and it felt like everything tingled with a bizarre, Baltimore sort of magic. Though the parking was atrocious, it was worth it just to get to see such a beautiful, tacky spectacle. I loved being alone in that moment and traversing the crowd, weaving in and out of people snapping pictures, exclaiming and waiting in line to get an inside peek at these odd Baltimore legends.
yaaaaaaaaaawn. off to work.
thewrongtim's latest project.
This fall we decided that come hell or high water we were going to have a dishwasher and disposal by the New Year. Thus followed our long search for an affordable but kick ass dishwasher, figuring out where they would go in our teeny kitchen and applying for a charge card to cover our new investment. I also went into major Project Management Mode and made sure that Tim set aside three days at least, as opposed to the one day he thought it would take to pull it off. Thank goodness! The more he and his dad have worked on these projects, the more crazy stuff they've run into- the large new sink leaves too little room for the disposal so they had to do some pipe magic, one of our pipes spung a leak, one of the pipes broke, they had to add in an extra switch for the disposal. They have literally been busing their buns every day for the past two days, dealing with all sorts of crazy hardships in stride. I am so proud of them both and have complete faith that our kitchen will not look like a war zone at some point in the near future. Hopefully tonight.
(random interjection: OMG Nansi is chasing her tail in circles. She's been doing this for several minutes. I have a Dog Cat)
Anyways, the kitchen being in such a state and the rest of the house being a wreck means Brookie goes into major avoidance mode. I don't want to be in my house. There's nowhere to sit, all I see is clutter and dirt and grime, all I want to do is clean clean clean. But, watching the work in the kitchen just stresses me out, even though I KNOW they know what they're doing. It's just daunting to look at. I can't imagine being the one working on it! I feel bad because I love my timmerz and want to hang out, but it's hard. We're both really stressed out by the state of our house right now. I foresee much cleaning tomorrow.
So, I have been avoiding the house when I can. Trying to do yoga in the living room to instill some good energy, but, for the most aprt, getting up, going to work, hanging out, coming home. Last night, I went to the mall of all places, because the throngs of post xmas shoppers were less intimidating than going home, and bought some new pants and a top. Then, I shuffled off to Rocket to Venus to meet
noralita ,
kazoogrrl and Lisa for dinner/hang outs. It was exactly what I needed, even if it means I got like five hours of sleep by the time I crawled in bed at 1am. We had delicious foods, I had some sparkling wine out of Tiny Tiny bottles, Lisa and I tackled our desire to feel their ceiling (trust me, if you go there you'll know how entrancing that ceiling is... is it squishy? is it plasticy??? would they throw you out forever if you climbed up on the booth and just touched it?) and we all dished about dance, relationships, LJ and stuff.
I really had a great time. It felt good to go out with the girls.
The other amazing part was that, in order to get to Rocket to Venus, I had to walk past all of the crazy decorations for xmas and the gaping tourists and townies who were enthralled by it. It was a crisp night and it felt like everything tingled with a bizarre, Baltimore sort of magic. Though the parking was atrocious, it was worth it just to get to see such a beautiful, tacky spectacle. I loved being alone in that moment and traversing the crowd, weaving in and out of people snapping pictures, exclaiming and waiting in line to get an inside peek at these odd Baltimore legends.
yaaaaaaaaaawn. off to work.