Happiness is all the rage
Life is good. I hate saying that in LJ since it always seems to jinx something, but I really am pretty happy with life.
Work is time-consuming but manageable. I have this Friday off from BOTH jobs (!!!!!) AND Dave's trying to take Sunday off. We're getting at least two full days of bearishness, possibly three. I'm ecstatic about the possibility of FINALLY having more than just one lazy Saturday together. A tiny, uncharacteristically domestic part of me is hoping that this just might be when our grand plans of belated-but-epic spring cleaning come to fruition, but I could honestly care less if they don't. We are, however, planning to finally go buy a new freaking couch this weekend because we're just tired of putting it off. The beanbag chair will happen shortly after the arrival of our new sofacouch. :)
I don't know what we're doing for July Fourth yet, especially since it's Mom's birthday and we have to make an obligatory appearance at my parents' house. But we do have some fantastic party-going options available (I'm pushing for Rebecca's, since those folks are now the clique we've yet to see recently and I am just really craving the atmosphere there). It's been great seeing some sorely missed friends this month, and we still have Vinnie and Tara's housewarming shindig in a few weeks.
We spent Thursday night/Friday morning with a bunch of Dave's friends, where bar visits and oodles of animated conversations happened. Catching up with lots of amazing people I literally haven't seen all year is pretty fabulous. Staying out late on a work night is something I've really, really been needing in my life.
I woke up in another state yesterday morning after a whirlwind of New Hopian adventures with Dave's best friend, who recently moved into a great little love shack right in the heart of town. The best martinis in the world mean gloriously hammered nights, especially when the gayest, most scathingly hilarious bartender spends the whole adventure doting on us. Tangentially, my love for mangoes has been reignited with an insatiable ferocity.
On the drive back to Jersey yesterday, Dave and I were talking about how badly we need to get the fuck out of here, inspired in part by the glorious waterside view and unfamiliar hills we got to enjoy upon daybreak. Every time we bring up Vermont, it feels a little more real and a little more possible and even more like everything we need. Our honeymoon can't get here soon enough. That'll hold me over very well until moving day finally comes.
We've been chatting about the getting-closer-every-day puppification of our life more and more often, and it's kind of adorable how Dave actually has to force the conversations to stop because he's so bummed that we can't get our bundle of Oy just yet. I'm going to start looking for corgis in the area soon, since I think our no-kneed pup will be showing up not too long after the wedding. And I really think Dave's more excited than I am, since he's never really had a dog before and is going to spoil the pants off the four-legged addition to our family.
And I still want a rabbit, but we've really got to clear out this place so I can have a nice little corner for a roomy indoor hutch. I miss having bunnies in my life, and they are such sweet and simple little pets.
Now that insurance has been restored to my life, I've decided that I'm doing one of two things: returning to softball or picking up figure skating again. A friend of Dave's plays for an adult softball league that apparently always needs female players (though I'm kind of afraid that this means I'd never get to cover second, which will always be my home on the diamond). There's also an ice rink not too far from here that has pretty inexpensive Sunday morning private lessons, though I wouldn't want to start until I get back on the ice a few times just to get acclimated to a sport I haven't been a part of in years. I miss skating more and will probably go that route since I've always enjoyed softball as more of a pick-up sport than an organized one, but either way I'm getting my ass out of the apartment and doing something active. I am really happy with this decision.
Anyway. I'm in the throes of laundrying and I want to give our bear den some serious TLC before Dave gets home from work. xoxo
Work is time-consuming but manageable. I have this Friday off from BOTH jobs (!!!!!) AND Dave's trying to take Sunday off. We're getting at least two full days of bearishness, possibly three. I'm ecstatic about the possibility of FINALLY having more than just one lazy Saturday together. A tiny, uncharacteristically domestic part of me is hoping that this just might be when our grand plans of belated-but-epic spring cleaning come to fruition, but I could honestly care less if they don't. We are, however, planning to finally go buy a new freaking couch this weekend because we're just tired of putting it off. The beanbag chair will happen shortly after the arrival of our new sofacouch. :)
I don't know what we're doing for July Fourth yet, especially since it's Mom's birthday and we have to make an obligatory appearance at my parents' house. But we do have some fantastic party-going options available (I'm pushing for Rebecca's, since those folks are now the clique we've yet to see recently and I am just really craving the atmosphere there). It's been great seeing some sorely missed friends this month, and we still have Vinnie and Tara's housewarming shindig in a few weeks.
We spent Thursday night/Friday morning with a bunch of Dave's friends, where bar visits and oodles of animated conversations happened. Catching up with lots of amazing people I literally haven't seen all year is pretty fabulous. Staying out late on a work night is something I've really, really been needing in my life.
I woke up in another state yesterday morning after a whirlwind of New Hopian adventures with Dave's best friend, who recently moved into a great little love shack right in the heart of town. The best martinis in the world mean gloriously hammered nights, especially when the gayest, most scathingly hilarious bartender spends the whole adventure doting on us. Tangentially, my love for mangoes has been reignited with an insatiable ferocity.
On the drive back to Jersey yesterday, Dave and I were talking about how badly we need to get the fuck out of here, inspired in part by the glorious waterside view and unfamiliar hills we got to enjoy upon daybreak. Every time we bring up Vermont, it feels a little more real and a little more possible and even more like everything we need. Our honeymoon can't get here soon enough. That'll hold me over very well until moving day finally comes.
We've been chatting about the getting-closer-every-day puppification of our life more and more often, and it's kind of adorable how Dave actually has to force the conversations to stop because he's so bummed that we can't get our bundle of Oy just yet. I'm going to start looking for corgis in the area soon, since I think our no-kneed pup will be showing up not too long after the wedding. And I really think Dave's more excited than I am, since he's never really had a dog before and is going to spoil the pants off the four-legged addition to our family.
And I still want a rabbit, but we've really got to clear out this place so I can have a nice little corner for a roomy indoor hutch. I miss having bunnies in my life, and they are such sweet and simple little pets.
Now that insurance has been restored to my life, I've decided that I'm doing one of two things: returning to softball or picking up figure skating again. A friend of Dave's plays for an adult softball league that apparently always needs female players (though I'm kind of afraid that this means I'd never get to cover second, which will always be my home on the diamond). There's also an ice rink not too far from here that has pretty inexpensive Sunday morning private lessons, though I wouldn't want to start until I get back on the ice a few times just to get acclimated to a sport I haven't been a part of in years. I miss skating more and will probably go that route since I've always enjoyed softball as more of a pick-up sport than an organized one, but either way I'm getting my ass out of the apartment and doing something active. I am really happy with this decision.
Anyway. I'm in the throes of laundrying and I want to give our bear den some serious TLC before Dave gets home from work. xoxo