ocg's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- moving aftermath Bonjour, my pretties... Boy. Moving. Eh. Oh, and if you're thinking about acquiring one, remember that pianos, even an upright? HUGE. Never have I felt more like some sort of soccer mom. OK, maybe when my friend K said, "So, you're address isn't Portland anymore, huh? Well, you know what they say. Get married and move to the suburbs." Gee, thanks. We are still living out of boxes. Sweet Baboo had one of his infamous seven-day work stretches, and I worked all week as well. Then there was the trip to Bend for Baboo's Great Aunt's 90th birthday party last weekend. It was great. Especially that part where I met three relatives that I didn't think I had met before, and like some bad Groundhog's Day flashback had each of them say, "Oh, yes, we met at your wedding, remember?" Um. Noooo. Busy schedules are not conducive to unpacking. Don't get me wrong, there wasn't one night last week where I walked in the house and didn't work my butt off doing something productive, it's just that I refuse to put my food on those nasty unpainted shelves. Incidentally, curtains? Expensive! For what I spent on curtains (and I even scoured stores until I found an excellent 50% off sale), I could have fixed the sewing machine, purchased the material, and bought a bottle of vodka to drink while I did it. I could have bought a brand new sewing machine! But it was nice to get them up and not have to worry. I allowed myself three windows, though, that I will be making curtains for, courtesy of my friend S, that is going to let me use her sewing machine Saturday. GONNA GET MY CRAFT ON, WOO! This week so far has consisted of painting the bathroom, painting the kitchen, and all that ensues when two controlling people try to paint together... I'm learning more and more that the Baboo and I cannot do big projects together- we each have to do our own part. Because when we're working on the same thing? Not pretty. I think it’s because we both think we are quite capable, and don’t quite trust the other’s… ability (?) to complete the job to the others’ satisfaction. (Ok, I admit it; I get obsessive about certain things that he doesn’t even notice.) Went I went home for lunch today (yes! I live a mile away from work!), I started unpacking kitchen stuff into the pantry type thing that we painted yesterday. Eight boxes in lunch, and time for food as well. I might just see my dining room tonight! Yeee!!! That is all! 12:28 - 10-27-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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