Slow day... updates return
Yesterday was too busy for me to cover the front during lunch, but today is slow like whoa! and thus the updates return. On Monday I will have many weekend adventures to post about: one which cannot yet be mentioned, the horrors of moving in late July (damn you Rita!) and hopefully finally getting to finish Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. Having such mixed (good/bad) events packed into two days makes it rather hard to say whether I'm dreading or anxiously awaiting this weekend. If I could just skip Saturday it would be fantastic.
I went over to help Rita pack last night (stopped to pick up boxes from my mom) but it turns out she really didn't have much to pack (which she had mentioned but I had not taken seriously). I only did one box and then there were only odds and end left that would be gathered together after everything else was out.
Which left me wondering... "Why exactly did I drive 30+ miles over here?"
To which the roomie-to-be responded, "Well I thought you wanted to help me out."
Right. And... I thought you actually needed that help.
"But there really wasn't that much to do."
"It was more for the thought."
Freeze frame.
I've been in a semi-bitchy mood all week, so I know I'm overreacting, but this really got under my skin. I must be a more practical person than I realized, because I am totally capable of appreciating the thought behind a gesture without actually making the person do said gesture if it's not necessary. So while driving home I was just a little ticked that I had wasted 60 miles worth of gas and polluted the environment and wasted my evening "for the thought"! Are you shitting me?! Maybe I'm not being properly appreciative of the emotional value to my friend, but there are a lot of other ways that I could show her that I cared without being so wasteful and impractical. Ughhgh!
(I still love you Roomie!)
So, we're due to get our kitties in about 10 days (I hope) and I was thinking about how I want to prepare Viggo and them for this change in the status quo. I read somewhere about easing the adjustment by putting something that smells like your old pet in with your new pets, so that the smell is familiar and already sort of safe. So last night I put a big t-shirt on Viggo (that could then be used as a blanket/pillow in the kitties crate @ the vets) and OMG it was the funniest thing ever. He just looked hilarious and so cute in that huge neon green t-shirt. Every time I looked at him last night I just busted out laughing and wanted to cuddle him to death. It did a lot to improve my mood, let me tell you. I took a picture with my cell, that I'll try to upload at some point, cause it was just too funny. And he didn't seem to mind at all (it was really loose) cause he slept in it all night with no fuss.
I went over to help Rita pack last night (stopped to pick up boxes from my mom) but it turns out she really didn't have much to pack (which she had mentioned but I had not taken seriously). I only did one box and then there were only odds and end left that would be gathered together after everything else was out.
Which left me wondering... "Why exactly did I drive 30+ miles over here?"
To which the roomie-to-be responded, "Well I thought you wanted to help me out."
Right. And... I thought you actually needed that help.
"But there really wasn't that much to do."
"It was more for the thought."
Freeze frame.
I've been in a semi-bitchy mood all week, so I know I'm overreacting, but this really got under my skin. I must be a more practical person than I realized, because I am totally capable of appreciating the thought behind a gesture without actually making the person do said gesture if it's not necessary. So while driving home I was just a little ticked that I had wasted 60 miles worth of gas and polluted the environment and wasted my evening "for the thought"! Are you shitting me?! Maybe I'm not being properly appreciative of the emotional value to my friend, but there are a lot of other ways that I could show her that I cared without being so wasteful and impractical. Ughhgh!
(I still love you Roomie!)
So, we're due to get our kitties in about 10 days (I hope) and I was thinking about how I want to prepare Viggo and them for this change in the status quo. I read somewhere about easing the adjustment by putting something that smells like your old pet in with your new pets, so that the smell is familiar and already sort of safe. So last night I put a big t-shirt on Viggo (that could then be used as a blanket/pillow in the kitties crate @ the vets) and OMG it was the funniest thing ever. He just looked hilarious and so cute in that huge neon green t-shirt. Every time I looked at him last night I just busted out laughing and wanted to cuddle him to death. It did a lot to improve my mood, let me tell you. I took a picture with my cell, that I'll try to upload at some point, cause it was just too funny. And he didn't seem to mind at all (it was really loose) cause he slept in it all night with no fuss.