dun dun-dun DUN DUN! (charge!)
we're signing the papes for the new apartment week after next. every time i talk to ken, the landlord, i like him more. we have until the 30th to get at least all our big stuff moved, as my parents are leaving for the cabin and will be taking the truck and trailer. i figure i can schlep over the small stuff in my car. i really want to get into the apartment and take a day to clean everything before we start moving in; get some murphy's oil soap on the floors, vacuum out the window sills, wipe out the cabinets and so forth (because i'm a psycho virgo and i need to claim the space by cleansing the place of all traces of other people). i supposed i could do it after the physical move before/during set up, but if i can swing the day before, even a half day if i have to work, i'd prefer it.
i'm making progress with the packing initiative. i sorted through all my clothes and have three bags to bring to god will, sorted through all my keepers and tossed anything from before 2007. i found that i have on over abundance of storage containers. not nice big tubs because that would be too useful. i have small shoe box size container with lids, a few that are larger and more milk crates than i have any idea what to do with.
oh! ana lady!
it's one of those antique like country looking enameled metal top ones with painted pattern (which is bright green and white). it seats four comfortably, but we could cram more around if need be. i think it might be too big to fit in the kitchen, but it'd be great for the dining/craft room. my mom has been using it as a crafting table since her first apartment (totally an aww moment for mommy and me). it doens't come with chairs, but we can probably pick up some chairs cheap at amvets or the dirt mall. the table won't be available until the second week of september. my parents are bringing it back from the cabin and they won't be back until the 6th or 7th.
i'm not going to go off in all stupid swoony land, but i will say phil and i had a pretty epic night last night. it was the perfect combination of ultra sex and emotional emulsion. i adore my big hairy satyr man :o)
and the biggest news of all:
i had spent the last two months thinking a very close friend of mine was actively angry and purposefully not speaking to me. turns out, all my criteria for having thought so, was simply a collection of coincidences which, in the exacting combination in which they occurred, could be logically misinterpreted. hurray for chaos and being it's bitch. but all in all, ken doens't hate me and that's awesome! :o)
i'm making progress with the packing initiative. i sorted through all my clothes and have three bags to bring to god will, sorted through all my keepers and tossed anything from before 2007. i found that i have on over abundance of storage containers. not nice big tubs because that would be too useful. i have small shoe box size container with lids, a few that are larger and more milk crates than i have any idea what to do with.
oh! ana lady!
it's one of those antique like country looking enameled metal top ones with painted pattern (which is bright green and white). it seats four comfortably, but we could cram more around if need be. i think it might be too big to fit in the kitchen, but it'd be great for the dining/craft room. my mom has been using it as a crafting table since her first apartment (totally an aww moment for mommy and me). it doens't come with chairs, but we can probably pick up some chairs cheap at amvets or the dirt mall. the table won't be available until the second week of september. my parents are bringing it back from the cabin and they won't be back until the 6th or 7th.
i'm not going to go off in all stupid swoony land, but i will say phil and i had a pretty epic night last night. it was the perfect combination of ultra sex and emotional emulsion. i adore my big hairy satyr man :o)
and the biggest news of all:
i had spent the last two months thinking a very close friend of mine was actively angry and purposefully not speaking to me. turns out, all my criteria for having thought so, was simply a collection of coincidences which, in the exacting combination in which they occurred, could be logically misinterpreted. hurray for chaos and being it's bitch. but all in all, ken doens't hate me and that's awesome! :o)