Rearrangements

We had a rather uneventful weekend, which was very nice. Saturday we basically did nothing. We took the dogs for a very long walk in the park, went out to dinner, took a nap and watched a movie. Very nice, relaxing day.

Meagan came to visit Sunday morning, which brightened my weekend up. We went for breakfast, coffee and a nice chat. And then she had to leave due to the impending snow storm. One more reason I hate Buffalo! Then we had a birthday dinner for Guy's aunt with his family, which was fun.

...Afterwards we came home and decided, at 6 o'clock at night, that it would be a great idea to rearrange our house! We decided to switch our bedroom and our computer/library/office room. This consisted of moving everything from the computer/library/office room into our livingroom, washing the carpet, letting it dry, and then moving our bedroom furniture into the old office. We got that done by midnight, but the old bedroom is disasterous, and our livingroom is now crowded with all of our bookshelves (I have a few of those), 2 desks, a massage table and numerous other things from here and there.

I love how we have the bedroom set up now. Granted, it could be because it's cleaner, but I'd like to think it's because the room has better light and is set up nicer. Who knows. Hopefully it will be more conducive to sleeping than it was last night.... Due to the fact that our livingroom was packed full of everything, Tequila's crate was covered. So she spent her first night out of the crate. I don't think she liked it. She loves her crate and will go take naps in it throughout the day. So at about 4 am she woke up and was freaking out because she didn't really know where she was and didn't feel comfortable. I picked her up for a bit, just to let her know we were there and then put her back on her blanket on our floor.

That wouldn't have been too bad, because she did go back to sleep relatively easily. However, there were other issues that night... One of the fire alarms in the hallway outside our apartment must have a dying battery, because it will randomly beep. That in itself doesn't bother me. What bothers me is when Chief gets scared from the beeping and decides the way to make it stop, or at least alert me to the danger of the mysterious beeps, is to stand on top of my chest and breathe in my face. So at 1:30 and 2:30, I woke up to a dog standing on me. After I threw him off the bed the second time, he must have decided he wasn't getting anywhere with me... He climbed up on Guy's pillow and started pawing him in the face. Guy just pulled him down and cuddled with him. And that's when Tequila decided to wake me up... After finally getting her to sleep, and having Chief calm(er), I got about 2 hours of sleep (maybe) and had to get up. Not a fun night.

But today we get to finish the house rearrangement! And then, as Guy said, it will be like we have a new place to live!

series of unfortunate events

Guy called me today to tell me some bad news. The way our lives have gone this year, I assumed someone must have died or been seriously injured. His voice had that very hesitant, sad, and bad news type of quality for it. I prepared myself for the worst. So when he told me that we won't be living at his cousins house for the winter because his cousin isn't going to California, it didn't upset me as much as it may have, had I not been prepared for another funeral or series of hospital visits. And it made me realize what a terrible year we've had. Whenever someone calls to tell me bad news, I expect death or severe injury. Is this the way life should be? Every time you hear that something is wrong you assume you've lost yet another person in your life? I sincerely hope next year is better.

And with that said, we won't be moving into Guy's cousins house. No free rent, no saving money to move. Now we have to decide what we want to do... Stay where we are? Find a new apartment? Move? Buy a house? We're both sick of our apartment, but it's not a bad place to live. It's ok. It's comfortable. Our landlord is great, as is the lady that lives upstairs... But I'm extremely antsy and ready for a change, and Guy wants to get to that next step in our lives.

Visit to Philly was great. Got to see some wonderful friends and spend time away from home (which is always good for me!). Homecoming was a little sad, but since that was just my cover for the visit to see friends, it served it's purpose. And most likely will never have to serve that purpose again. I don't think I'll go back for another homecoming. We walked around for a very small part of the afternoon and then left, wondering why we had gone.

I had yesterday off. I didn't get the house as clean as I thought I would. We had turkey dinner with my sister last night to celebrate (Happy Thanksgiving!). And I don't think we have much planned for this week or weekend. It should be nice and quiet. :)

Rainy mornings

I suppose it's been awhile since I've updated with anything real. Quick clips and phrases don't go far for explaining life.

The last two weeks have been just as stressful as the previous week I posted about, for several reasons. Guy's work has been horrible. Mine has been insanely busy and stressful. Our house has been slowly looking more and more like a disaster area, which has stressed me out even more. If our house was a bit messy or disorganized, it never used to bother me. But lately I just want it clean and organized. Not OCD-like or anything, but somewhere that we can come home from our stressful days and relax in. Somewhere that doesn't make me feel like I should be doing the dishes or the laundry or vacuuming whenever I sit down, instead of just letting me relax. It's getting there, slowly but surely. It just has needed a good spring cleaning, and it hasn't been happening. So last weekend I spent time cleaning, and this weekend I'll hopefully get to do some more.

We've put our house hunt on hold for now, since we really can't afford one. So we're looking for a house to rent instead of an apartment... A house, where we don't have to worry if we're vaccuuming at midnight because the lady upstairs might be asleep, because there won't be a lady upstairs. One where our landlord will let us paint the rooms or fix up the place... Our landlord is great, but is a little obsessive-compulsive, so things have to stay how he had them when we moved in. But I want somewhere that the landlord really doesn't mind if we make changes, because he's getting his rent. And somewhere that I feel safe walking around the neighborhood alone at 10 pm in the rain. Not that I do that all too often, but I do it. And where we're at, I don't feel safe doing so.

Otherwise, I've applied for a new position at my work. I'm not holding my breath, but it would be a good career move. I want to move away from Buffalo, but am realizing that isn't going to happen this year. We are needed here for many reasons. We're looking for a better job for Guy... somewhere that he'll be happy with what he's doing, even if it's not his dream job.

I'm looking forward to the weekend, dreaming about a day with nothing planned, hoping for rest and relaxation... but also hoping to get things done.

I need to work on my photography website more.

Typical night

Last night was a typical night. I got home and dozed on the couch for awhile until Guy got home. Once he came home we had dinner (left overs) and proceded to decide what to do that night. Do we clean the kitchen, which desperatly needs it? Do we finish doing laundry, folding it and putting it away, while going through our clothes to see which we don't need to keep? Do we try to get some semblance of order in the back room, where someone is coming to install internet tomorrow and will need to get through the disaster?

All of those are things that need to be done. We decided to take a walk instead. We took an hour and a half walk. 3/4ths of the way through Chief decided he had walked far enough and just laid down. Guy had to carry him. By the time we got back home it was dark out, and we were hot and tired. So we watched a movie.

This is why things don't get done in our house. We are both masters at procrastination and distraction. I love having my house clean. I love having things in order and easy to find, use and put back away. But I never seem to get it to that point. I find I would rather have fun and spend my time enjoying life than worrying about the dirt and clutter.

So tonight the attempt will be to clean the back room. To get it to a point where the guy coming to install our internet can actually get to the computer and work with the computer without having to step around: a futon mattress, an empty fish tank and stand, two massage tables, a bedside table and a very large plant. These are all things that have been stored in the middle of the room. The room is crowded enough with 4 bookshelves, 2 desks and an armchair. This also doesn't include the amount of junk stored on top of Guy's desk that we will need to do something with so we can use the computer once it has internet. I just don't know where we're going to put everything. Hopefully I can convince Guy to throw some of it away. He's a bit of a pack rat and told me yesterday that "throwing things out is hard" for him. I'm more of a minimalist and enjoy having the space. So that's the agenda for today....