Settling

I’m almost completely moved…  just need to get the martini glasses, the vermouth, and the frozen goods from my old place.  Oh, and the kitty litter box.  Ew.

Yesterday my father and brother were to come with a large van and move all my furniture, then take away some other furniture that my brother needs for his new place.  As plans do, that one went horribly awry. 

Friday my father told me whose truck he’d be borrowing, and I completely lost my shit because I knew that truck to be tiny, too tiny.   

My brother called me Saturday asking what a hernia is like; he didn’t have a hernia, but he certainly had some sort of ailment.  Then 15 minutes later he wrecked his bike most spectacularly, so the bruising from that led to forgetting his previous ailment.

Then Sunday morning they called me together to say that they could not find the truck they were to borrow.  I don’t even know..  They eventually showed up two hours late with the tiniest truck in the world.

Two trips got everything I needed to my new apartment.  Then we packed almost everything that needed to go back; Dad will have to return for the goddamn bed living in my gooddamn living room and he better be returning pretty goddamn fast because that thing is about to give me a stroke.

But really, it went smoothly.

Last night the Boy and I realized we really have entirely too much stuff.  Even when we stacked the two dressers on top of one another (quite the genious move, I say), we still have a very cramped bedroom with little space for a hamper.   Unless, maybe, we put it behind the papasan, which itself takes up more space that one could even imagine.

And we are very torn about our decision not to get a queen size bed.  I mean, obviously there is little floor space for such an extravagence.  But my god, there is little bed space when you put two tall, gangly adults AND two agressively-sleeping cats in one tiny little double bed. 

Oh, and speaking of the cats, they are doing much better this time around.  This time I brought all of Geoffrey’s toys along with Geoffrey.  That is to Optimus’s liking.  While he doesn’t like Geoffrey being there one bit, he seems willing to tolerate him as a necessary by-product of New Toys.

Yeah, these skills will transfer well to parenting my children.

After we finally gave up on getting anything else done without moving the goddamn bed out of the goddamn living room, the Boy and I sat down to watch Desperate Housewives before passing out.  We still don’t have ice cube trays, and thus no ice, but luckily I have Foresight.  And my Foresight told me to take a Nalgene full of ice from my old apartment when we went to get the cat.  Therefore, I was able to enjoy several chocolate vodkas on ice during the show.  We were all surprised when I tried to go brush my teeth and we realized I’d consumed about 3 or 4 shots in an hour.  Oops.  Chocolate vodka is delicious!

And now, because it’s more fun than work, a meme.

Four jobs I’ve had:
Cashier/pill counter at neighborhood pharmacy
Cashier/barista at a chocolatier and coffee shop
Volunteer relations rep for a floundering literacy nonprofit
Secret shopper

Four movies I can watch over and over:
The Princess Bride
Love Actually
Ever After
Falling Down (woah, slight deviation from a theme there, eh?)

Four places I have lived:
Bridgewater, Va
Williamsburg, Va
Arlington, Va
Falls Church, Va
and for good measure..  back in Arlington as of yesterday! 

Four television shows I love to watch:
Grey’s Anatomy
Boston Legal
Desperate Housewives
any kind of competition on the Food Network

Four places I have been on vacation:
Kerry, Ireland
Ocean City, MD
Crete, Greece
Browning, Montanta

Four of my favorite dishes:
My old roommate had this beautiful hand-painted bowl she borrowed from her mother, that might be my favorite dish of all time, but anyhow…
Shrimp in spicy marinara over angel hair pasta
Palak paneer & saag gosht
Sushi, especially scallop
Hangar steak medium-rare, mashed potatoes, and creamed spinach from Ray’s

Four websites I visit daily:
Gmail
Accuweather
Blackboard for my classes
The Superficial

Four places I would rather be right now:
In the papasan in it’s final resting place, reading with Geoffrey in my lap
In the bed approximately 1.5 feet from the papasan, reading with Geoffrey beside me
At my parents house laying on the couch with another cat beside me, reading and waiting for my father to prepare the perfect fried egg and bring it to me with hot, fresh French-pressed coffee
South Africa

Four bloggers I am tagging:
Eh, anyone else who doesn’t want to dig right into the working on Monday…