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Monday, May 30, 2005


We’re officially homeowners! And we’ve finally – finally! – gotten all of our crap out of our old place and into the new one. I’m smelly, covered in bruises and scrapes, and completely exhausted…but I’m also so very happy. I love our new house. I love our new neighborhood. I love everything. Except moving. I’m done with that, please.

The last five days have been quite an adventure. The whole closing thing went fine, although I have to admit I was convinced that something was going to go wrong right up until the last minute. I was so relieved that when we were driving home from the settlement, I actually started crying! And then the moving began. All I’ll say about that is this:

1. There may have been an incident involving a U-Haul cargo van getting stuck in the mud. An incident followed by a frantic call to a tow truck guy who said “Where are you? Oh, Blahblah Rd. You tried to drive down behind the apartments there, didn’t you? Yeah, I’ve been there before.” All hail Bill, the tow truck guy, who saved the day.

2. We got movers for the furniture. It was a little weird, because you just sit there and watch them do all the work. It was also awesome, because you just sit there and watch them do all the work! Next time, we’re getting movers for everything.

3. Thank goodness for my family. They make me crazy sometimes, but they really came through for us this weekend. We’d probably still be down at the old place cleaning and hauling stuff out of it if it weren’t for all the help my family gave us over the last few days. I’d be on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and John would probably be ready to run away and live in a cave.

4. If the person who left a message on my voicemail at my new phone number reads this, I’m not ignoring you! I told Verizon I didn’t want voicemail. They set it up anyway. I don’t have the number or the code to check the messages, and Verizon doesn’t provide customer service on the weekends. I’ll get it tomorrow, I promise!


Monday, May 23, 2005

Setting a whole new standard

For being clumsy, that is. Not incoherent rambling, although you may have wondered what I was smoking when I wrote that last post. But no, I was neither drunk nor stoned. I was just really, really tired. Complete and utter exhaustion – the cheapest high of them all.

What was I talking about again? Oh yes, my clumsiness. I believe I have mentioned from time to time that I am not particularly coordinated. That despite years and years of ballet, I am not particularly graceful in every day life. How when my bridesmaids and best friends were telling their favorite Hillary stories just before my wedding, it turned into “my favorite time Hillary fell down.” And how I fall down the three stairs in my condo on such a regular basis that it isn’t even remarkable anymore.

Well, I found a way to take it to a new level. On Saturday afternoon, I fell up the stairs. Yep. Up the stairs. You may not have known that was even possible, but let me tell you, it is. I was carrying an armful of magazines and papers to put in a box in the bedroom and something went horribly wrong. It happened so fast that I didn’t even have time to drop the magazines and put out my hands, so I bruised my chest, bit my tongue and really hurt my foot. I was so stunned I just lay there crying for a minute, while Seamus looked at me anxiously.

Eventually I got up. I was really hungry and I had just made lunch, so I sat on the couch eating macaroni and cheese and crying. I must have looked so pathetic. Luckily, John was off taking our 16 trillionth load of trash to the dump, so I was here by myself.

By the time he got back though, my foot had really started hurting. About two hours after I fell, I couldn’t walk. By the third hour, I was pretty sure I had broken my something. However, we just didn’t have six hours to spend at the emergency room, so I decided to wait until I could track down my mom (a former nurse.) She said to put ice on it and elevate it and see how I was on Sunday. And it turns out it is just a bad bruise or sprain. Today I was even able to cram my foot in a shoe and take Seamus for a very slow and careful walk. Hopefully I’ll make it through the rest of the move without losing any limbs. Seriously, who the hell falls up the stairs?


Friday, May 20, 2005

The official blog anniversary post

John is being quite insistent that I have to write something new on my actual blogiversary instead of just saying that it is coming up. I wouldn't want to be improper!

And it actually did occurr to me that I should explain that this is the anniversary of when I started my first blog, Hilldery. It's still out there, but I moved here to Bad Penguin after I got outed at work and ran into a little trouble. I know there's a good chance some people from work followed me here, but at least I have the illusion that they aren't reading.

And I never talk specifically about work anymore. I learned that lesson.

Anyway, I've officially observed the anniversary now, right? Now it is bedtime for bad penguin.


Thursday, May 19, 2005

There's just not enough time!

I’m insanely busy at work.

I’m ridiculously busy at home.

I don’t have time to write.

I don’t have time to read or comment on anyone else’s blog.

I don’t even have any time to call or email my friends.

And today I was completely derailed by an effective time management seminar at work. Don’t you just love the irony?

But, tonight John was discussing one of his favorites, Maddox, with my brother, and said to me “he’s like you, he hasn’t posted in forever” which I took as a hint. Plus, tomorrow is my one year blogiversary. I couldn’t let that go by! I can’t believe it has been a whole year already. Blogging has turned out to be so much more than I ever thought it would be. I’ve “met” so many interesting, friendly and supportive people. Seriously, check out my blogroll. There are some amazingly talented and creative individuals out there, and my contact with them has definitely enhanced my life. I hope I’ve contributed something worthwhile here and there along the way.

Anyway, the insanity will end soon, and I’ll be back to my old self again. This time next week, we’ll officially be homeowners. We’ll be getting ready to spend our last night in the apartment before the movers come. It’s almost here!


Sunday, May 08, 2005

Blast from the past

So mostly, I’ve been working. If I’m not working, I’m packing, And if I’m not packing, I’m knitting that blanket for my new niece. Then there’s the fun of running to the doctor every 15 minutes so she can check how I’m responding to the medicine (so far, so good), worrying about moving details and fending off my landlord, who wants to start showing the place to prospective buyers. Which he really doesn’t want to do until we fix the huge holes that Seamus dug in the carpet and wall next to the door. Except, of course, he doesn’t know about the huge holes, because why would we tell him about them?

I also managed to fit in a little Mother’s Day celebration with my mom. I took her to brunch at this restaurant she likes. And while we were there, who should I see but my unattainable high school crush, Will L. When I first realized who it was, I actually got that flustery, excited feeling in my stomach for about 7 seconds, before I remembered that a) I’m not 14 anymore and b) I’m not interested, seeing as how I’m happily married and all. I guess it was just a knee-jerk reaction. I hadn’t thought of him in years! He looked pretty much the same, and yet at the same time he didn’t. He had a little boy with him, so I guess he’s a dad. It’s so weird to think of the uber-cool, punk-rock rebel guy I knew as just another suburban dad taking his wife to Clyde’s for Mother’s Day.

My mom thought I should go over and say hi, but I didn’t want to. I have nice memories of the guy. He must have known I had a crush on him, but he was never a jerk about it. In fact, in some ways, his influence on me in my impressionable years (bad boy upperclassman, creative guy, musician) must have predisposed me to think favorably of John (slightly older, definite bad boy, creative guy, former lead singer in a band, and better looking to boot). Anyway, I figured why ruin those memories for two minutes of awkward conversation? So I stayed at my table. I do feel a wave of high school nostalgia coming on though.


Monday, May 02, 2005


I wish I had time to post separately about all of these topics, but I don’t. Perhaps I should switch to the Television Without Pity style where I give you short recaps right away and then post a longer writeup later! Anyway, here are just a few of the events of the last few days.

1. My niece has arrived! No, I have not finished knitting her baby blanket yet. I have, however, purchased one very adorable outfit for her and a Winnie the Pooh racing car set for my nephew. My niece’s name is Josephine Nora Marguerite, and she was born weighing 8 pounds, 4 ounces in the middle of a snowstorm in Colorado last week. My poor sister-in-law went to the hospital in labor, got sent home because her contractions slowed down, and then barely made it back in time to have Josephine in the hospital. It sounds like it was quite scary at times, but it all turned out ok in the end. And my sister-in-law has a hell of a birth story to tell now.

2. John and I bought couches for our new living room. I have learned that furniture salesmen (and women) can be quite scary. You walk in the store, and they swoop down like vultures! The guy who got our business had really good prices and left us the fuck alone so we could make up our minds. Our new couches aren’t very exciting looking, but they are nice and comfortable. Now we’re on to discussing paint colors. That’s where I will get to be bold.

3. Laila and I went to dinner and to see the movie Sin City. That is one sick and disturbing movie. I have seen some fairly twisted and violent movies in my time, but this one had several scenes that really got to me. I didn’t hate it, but I kind of wish I hadn’t seen it. Also, Elijah Wood’s character seriously creeped me out. I hope this doesn’t ruin the Lord of the Rings movies for me.

4. I learned that fertility drugs are not covered by insurance. Was it naïve for me to think they would be? I don’t know. I think they should be, but then again, I’m one of those crazy pinko types who believe we should have socialized medicine. Not only are the drugs not covered, they are damn expensive. So everybody please root for my left ovary to respond to the drugs. That’s L-E-F-T. I’m working on some sort of left ovary gang sign people can flash to encourage it to respond – I’ll let you know how that works out.

Also, just in case we can’t depend on the left ovary, has anyone used drugstore.com? Their prices for the same drugs are quite a bit lower than my local pharmacy, and I’d like to be prepared for next time.

5. And finally, I took the “what type of Jedi are you?” quiz, and I am happy to announce that I am a Yoda-like Jedi Master. Not Yoda though. I’m short, but not that short – and not green. May the force be with you all.