509 Things

Remember this?
So I did it! Today I hit 509! I know I said I would do it in a month, but I didn't. I could have, but I didn't.
I was totally ruthless with my stuff, Adam on the other hand has a strong connection to a stained lab coat, a bright orange traffic vest and a too small suit. He insists to keep the first two in case he needs a costume and the suit because it will be better to have it altered than to buy a new one.
Let work on him together okay? A new suit that fits him is the best idea. Not one that fit him when he was prepubescent. However, I was able to throw away all of his horrible acrylic sweaters which made my skin crawl when I touched them.
On my side of the closet, it's nearly bare. I got rid of all of my work clothes, old dresses and anything that I haven't worn in a year and don't fit. I have lots of room to shop now, I mean Trixie's clothes are less cramped now.

Even after everything is all done and I've hit the 500 mark, there is still a lot of purging that can be done, so I'll make another goal of 200 things before the end of May. Let's see if I can do that! Same rules apply as before.

Also? I challenge anyone else to try for 100, I bet you can do it!

The Ants Go Marching.

When we lived in the crappy assed house that we were renting before we moved here I envisioned homeownership to be Super Duper Amazing. Super Duper as in no stupid back door ladies to scratch my car with the garbage cans, a bathroom large enough for more than one person to be in it, reliable hot water, sweet, sweet air conditioning and no bugs. But alas apparently mother nature hates me, and although we have this amazing new house we have an ant problem. We learned in the other house to make sure that your counters are really clean and that you have no food out on the counters, and I've kept up these good habits. However I do have pets and they do have food and the evil little ants love dog and cat food apparently.
Today in the span of a couple hours there was a trail of ants across the floor coming from a little divot between the floorboards and where two hardwood boards meet to the container of dog food. The trail was about 3 feet long and 6 inches wide of solid ants. Nasty. Adam and I were able to wrangle them and we sealed the little divot with clear sealant, but there are still a couple rouge little buggers roaming around, just to further piss me off.
A couple days ago they managed to get into the cat food which we keep on top of the drier to keep the dog out of it. There was a line coming from the window (which was closed) down the wall, behind the shelving unit, behind the drier and up the back of it and they swarmed all over the top of my white drier, so they were really obvious. (I didn't sleep well that night) Rather than kill them all, which gives me such glee, I bought some ant poison bait stations and scattered them all over the area in hopes that it would kill the whole colony, or family reunion of the little buggers as it may be. But alas that was $7.99 or so well waisted. Chachi had a great time finding the ant traps and running away from us as we chided him for playing with them.
So here we are at a loss. I hate ants, I hate how they swarm and give me the creeps. I have these horrible dreams that I will wake up and find the baby covered in them.
I've taken to feeding the pets several times a day rather than just in the morning so I can leave them smaller amounts so there is less left out. But I don't see much of a difference in the number of the ants.
The one thing that amuses me about all of this is squirting them with our ant killer which is an organic all purpose cleaner, grapefruit scented. It's probably a good thing that I'm not Buddhist!

Oh This House, part 2, or is it 439?

Today I was peeing and I noticed that the toilet was all bubbling. I was a little confused because my pee is not so hot to make water boil, so that means there was a problem with the toilet, or somewhere along the line. So being the trained monkey I am, I still flushed and it nearly overflowed, making me panic because, A) the floor is really far away from me right now and B) EWWWW! Luckily it didn't overflow and the drain worked sucking ALL of the water out of the toilet, leaving none. Being the brightest bulb I decide to flush again, just to see what happens, but with the resolve to grab towels and call Adam to come home if need be. The toilet flushed fine. I determined that I shouldn't call the landlord and reveal this because if I don't say anything then there isn't a problem, right? I just don't have time for problems, I have Adam's family getting here tomorrow, I am making a big Christmas Eve dinner for his family and some friends from here, and a big ol' family turkey Christmas dinner. I have no time for faulty plumbing. However the universe, it hates me. Later this afternoon I got a call from my landlord telling me that there is a problem with the sewer connection and the plumber will be out later to check it out.
I cursed a lot this afternoon.
So as it turns out there is a clog in the pipes behind our house. Luckily it's in the same spot as before, so we are above the clog, so we shouldn't be affected and we are on the close side to the sewer so we can use water. But that is all of the luck we get. The plumbers couldn't fix the clog, so they left the sewer uncapped so that the backyard ladies' suites don't get flooded. But do you know what will get flooded? Yes my back yard. (Mine as in it's where the fence is delineating our "yard") So we've been told to not let the dog out since there might be raw sewage in the back yard. I'm ecstatic. Can you tell? I asked the plumber what would happen and he said all of this and I asked if it would stink, he said yes. I said "Merry Christmas" and I gave him a bag of cookies I made. (it's not his fault that this house is crap-tastic, literally, and the poor guy had to work late the day before holidays.)
So tomorrow more plumbers and sewage. Fun! Oh and my in-laws get here this weekend, to be welcomed by sewage!

Regrets

It's getting to be that time of year when we look back and reflect on the year.
This year has been mostly good to me. It started out rough and left me hopeless 5 times, and ends on a high note. I have a lot to be happy for, a baby on the way, a new house to move into in the New Year and a strong, secure, happy marriage where I get to laugh with my best friend every day.
I'm sure if I were to look there would be some regrets. However, honestly I don't look. I don't see how it's productive to look at what you did wrong and lament over it. When I do make a mistake I try to learn from it, but beating myself up over it is counter productive. That being said I have a small regret....
I missed seeing the Spice Girls reunion tour when it was in San Jose. I heard it was great. And man I loves me some Spice Girls!

Oh this house.

When we first moved in here I was totally enchanted by the cuteness of this house. I love little old houses and the charm they have. The landlord did warn us that the floor was a little sloped, but I wasn't so concerned about it, I figured that it would just add to the charm. And now? 10 months later? I want to be really mean to the house. (I would say more, but what if something did happen, I would totally be blamed!)
When we first were here we noticed that the water never got hot. It would stay luke warm, which made for a horrible shower, so we brought this to the attention to our landlord since I need to have hot showers, it's the way I like them. So he came over dubious that we knew what hot was because he had just put in a new hot water heater, which was tankless and supposed to be so amazing. Doubting that we can feel temperature he checked it with a thermometer and sure enough it didn't break 100 degrees, which isn't that hot for a shower. So he made some adjustments and put a low flow nozzle on the shower so that the pressure wouldn't over load the water heater and cause it to go cold. He also bemoaned the fact that the other tenants didn't tell him because he payed so much for the heater and the plumbers to install it.
After he "fixed" the tank Adam and I noticed that it would get hot, scorching, skin boiling hot, undulated with pee warm. We were forever jumping out of the stream of water to quickly adjust the cold to ensure that we weren't scalded. This went on for a while because Adam and I are too polite to say anything and were thinking that we just needed to find the sweet spot where we had the perfect mix of hot and cold. Except we never found it, and we had guests who got burned. So I called the landlord and he was so mad at me for not telling him sooner while it was still under warranty. I told him we thought we just needed to find the right mix. Anyhow he came out, several times to tinker with the system and it never got any better. He did take the temperature again and in the span of less than a shower it would range from 170 degrees to less than 100 degrees, which makes for a really crappy shower. However try as he might, it never got better and we just kept complaining.
Recently the hot water just won't turn on, or it cuts out completely in the middle of a shower. Since we're learning that this can be a long process I was quick to email our landlord when we realized this was happening. He came out to fix it and he did manage to make the flow consistent, however there is only hot water about half of the time. And now here we are, waiting for a real plumber, the landlord threatening to take the whole system out and me asking him to wait, because I am sure it will just be more of a headache.
I curse this house and it's faulty hot water system. I curse it for sharing a lot with two grumpy ladies in the back that make our lives difficult with their stupid garbage routine and little games. And I curse it for the one inch gap around the doors which let in a variety of bugs, dust and chills. Mostly I curse it because it's lost all of it's charm and I truly hate this house. I cannot wait to move out and I wish so badly that it was March now.

Loonie Trumps the Greenback

November 25, 1976 was a historical day in Canada, it was when the Canadian dollar closed higher than the American dollar. Nearly 31 years later, September 20, 2007 the Canadian dollar again is higher than the American dollar. At one point during the day the Canadian dollar was $1.0002 American dollars. However by the end of trading the Canadian dollar did drop to $0.9981 American dollars.
The article quotes Canadian strengths from our exports to promote the jump in the dollar, but I honestly think that it's from the drop in the American dollar. As the war wages it's sucking America dry and weakening it's dollar, which makes the Canadian dollar appear stronger.
(This article backs my theory. Interestingly it is a Canadian source whereas the first is from an American source.)
Now while I would LOVE to gloat, it's really not that great for Canada's economy. Canada does best when it's around $0.80ish to the American dollar because then exporting from Canada is cheaper and a lot of our economy is export. I understand that I am no economist but I did grow up in BC in an area who's main industry was lumber, and growing up I could see the effects of the rising and falling dollar on the local economy. It was really apparent as I was bussed to school passing the local lumber mill, or waiting at the bus stop watching the logging trucks lug on by. When the economy was strong there was a neverending line of logging trucks and the mill had lots full of fresh lumber and the whole area around the mill smelled of woodchips. (Which to this day still reminds me of home.) However when the economy was struggling there were less trucks to entice to blow their horns; the mill lot was full of old lumber and the sweet chippy smell was less intense.
So while yesterday was a great day for Canadian Pride, and really nails home to Adam and I that this is the best time for us to buy a house as large amounts of money will be crossing the border down to us, it does worry me a little. It's best for Canada's economy for our Loonie to be slightly under the Greenback, because that is when we're strongest.

This post coming to you from behind finger smudged glasses.

Hello, I am in fact, not dead. Hurray.

I would like to say I've been busy, and I have been kinda. But the longer I waited to post, the more pressure there was, and then I knew I had to have the perfect post and ahhhhrg. Here it is, I'm sure it won't be perfect. I've already dealt with it, now it's your turn.

So my dad and Gay were here for 10 days. We went wine tasting, went to SF and did all of the touristy things and tooled around here commenting on the heat. Fun was had by all, most days. I've discovered my dad is a picky eater, and authentic cuisine isn't to his taste. Which I've noticed in other people who are from a very Caucasian areas such as the Okanagan Valley. Chinese food there is greasy, and to my palate, nasty. Here it's much more authentic and tastes different that Smith's Chinese Restaurant, found down town Small Town British Columbia. My dad didn't like it so much. Oh well, it was amusing for me to watch him eat a cheese burger at a Mexican place because he's adamant that he doesn't like roll-ups (burritos in Dad speak). All in all it was fun.

My little brother turned 28 2 weeks ago. Frightening.

The Murp is all Murpy. I don't have much to report. I have been having interesting bouts of wicked motion sickness in the car. I've resorted to having a puke bag nearby at all times while in the car. This development is strange and it sucks! Let me tell you though, this baby had better be really cute!

Adam and I have been looking at some townhouses. They are painfully expensive, but so pretty. After dealing with the possessed shower (which oscillates between hot and cold all of the time) and all of the bloody ants, a new place is so welcoming. The draw back? Our favorite place, which is a 3 bedroom 1600 square foot place is nearly 800K! Sigh. I don't think I can sell a kidney for that much, even if I gold plated it! Also in the past couple weeks the jumbo mortgages around here have tanked, which makes getting a mortgage hard. A lot of lenders are being extra cautious, so lending to non-permanent residents isn't their top priorities. So it looks like we're going to have to wait a little and see what the market does and how the rates react. Hopefully the market will drop a little, rates will stabilize and we can buy. Then the market will skyrocket and we will rejoice.

Bonsai turned 10 this month. In people years he's like 50, him and my dad seem to have a lot in common. Okay I am totally kidding. Bonsai, has much more hair!

Chachi is the same, goofy as ever.

Hmm well there is the post that people have been begging for. I actually have another post planned all full of insight, but I'm tired and my head hurts.

cheers.

Oh Expensive Day.

It's been no secret that we've been on the great couch hunt. We had a few prerequisites: it needed to be leather, comfy, attractive, within our budget and black or brown. I was adamant that it not be Ikea, but Adam liked the Ikea best. Sigh. So on one of my Internet poking aroundings I found a couch which suited most of our requirements. Then today Adam and I went to go and see the couch, and it was nice, really modest design, simple, decent leather and not Ikea but still in our price range, which is dismally Ikea-ish. Unfortunately they weren't able to deliver until the 14th, which was not good for us. So we went to several other places and they had nothing we liked. Finally we went to the last place, and they had a lovely sofa, which was a rich shade of brown, very sleek, no overly poofy cushions, and nice leather. The down side is it came in a set with a reclining chair and an storage ottoman, we only wanted the sofa. I explained this to the sales guy who said it would be okay, and quoted us a price, I responded by asking if there were going to be any sales and he said maybe and he'd have to check. When he came back he said that there weren't really any sales. However I was determined to get the couch, which was slightly out of our pre-determined price range, so I explained this to the guy that we had found something very similar for a lower price. He became much more eagar to talk about a better price. So he hurried off to talk to his manager, and we made the mistake of sitting in the reclining chair, which was so cozy. When the sales guy came back I joked an commented that Adam was selling himself on the chair, so he said that he would be able to get us a really good deal on all three of the pieces if we got them all. I gave him the go ahead to see what he could do, meanwhile Adam and I talked about what would be our threshold price, and when he came back he was well below it. We accepted and it's being delivered on Tuesday!


*so every time I say we, I mean me....

Ohhh, I love you long time!

Hey how was that for a hiatus?
It was a good one!
Adam and I went on vacation. We spent a week on a houseboat in the middle of the Shushawp lakes. It was rainy, and a little chilly; but a vacation nonetheless. We had great fun with our friends and there was some drama; but it was with some of the other people on the boat.
The drive up to BC from California was long and the drive home seemed longer. I borrowed a couple books on tape from the library thereby increasing my geek quotient ten fold at least. We listened to a Jean Auel book and on the way home the Da Vinci Code, which I was most disappointed with. I found the information it gave to be highly interesting, but the plot was dumb, the whole looking all over for the grail was lame. Why would the grandfather send his granddaughter all over? Why wouldn't he just direct her to her grandmother in the first place? There was no need for the granddaughter to find the grail, as the grandmother explains the new keepers are already getting in place. Surly the grandfather would have known this since he was the leader of the bloody group. I think that if the author would have just tweaked the plot a little more, or had a little more back story as to why he wanted his granddaughter to have the grail it would have made more sense.
Sigh. Perhaps I am far to analytical. Also I'm sorry if I've ruined the plot for anyone. (The ending of the book ruined it for me, so I'm just sharin' the love.)
Anyhow now we're home, and we're getting ready for an onslaught of visitors starting in August. Adam and I need to sort out the spare room and buy some furniture. We're going to get a new couch and a dresser for the spare room. I think we're going to get an old one from some second hand store and refinish it. I loathe having a house that reeks too much of Ikea that I need some more original pieces. As it is already our bedroom dressers are all Ikea, the shelves in the house are all Ikea and the couch will be Ikea. I need some me!
Well that should sum it all up.
ciao!

Our House.

I was going to have the lyrics of that song here, but I can't remember them, and I can't be bothered to look them up. Anyhow here are some pictures of our living room.















This is the view from the kitchen into the living room. I love the stained glass!
You can see the evil couches, we are going to replace the long one under the window with a leather one, and the love seat with an over sized chair.















This is the view from the back of the living room, standing next to the wall that separates the kitchen from the living room. This is where we store the booze.
















This is the view from the couch. We made our own entertainment hutch using 3 Ikea shelves. I think it works quite well. Don't critique how I've dressed the shelves, it's a work in progress....

Karma baby, karma!

So, it's been an interesting week here. The plumbers have been here poking around in our yard, and messing with the connection to the sewer. As it turns out the backyard ladies had managed to clog the connection to the sewer. They had to stay in a hotel for 4 days and were left hanging as to when they were able to get back into their suites. Adam and I weren't affected because our house is higher than theirs, so we were just asked to restrict our water usage. Anyhow after many plumbers, both private and public, everything is all okay, and they came home. So what clogged everything you may ask? Think girly stuff that shouldn't be flushed down old pipes, even though it says you can flush them on the box....

It's Gettin' Hot Over Herre.

Remember this post? Today was more like his younger cousin, who isn't as portly. Adam and I are considering buying an air conditioner, because this house will not be pleasant this summer.

The Garbage Situation, cont'd.

I've explained before about the ladies in the back. As in the back yard, living in the converted garage. There are two of them, one in, I would guess, her forty's and the other around my age. For the record I think that the younger one is much more reasonable, based on the limited conversations I have had with both of them.
Anyhow the situation today. The garbage is collected on Tuesday mornings and therefor it is taken out Monday night. If the garbage isn't taken out by the time Adam gets home he takes it all out, all being 3 garbage cans, 2 recycling cans and a larger yard waste can. Then before he leaves for work Adam brings them all back in. Sometimes one of them will take the garbage out, and it's been the younger one who does it, and if we see her doing it, we go out and help her. However often if we don't have time to take it out before we leave to go to our Monday night gaming group, we take it out when we get home. The couple weeks that we've taken it out late we get home to find that one garbage can has been taken out and one recycling container. Today again, one garbage and one recycling, and 3 black plastic bags on the curb, which pissed me off. We bring all of the cans in every week and take most of them out, and yet they won't make the effort to do it all. I know it's petty but it irritates me to no end. It's like I am back in university living with the roommate who would write her name on her apples in the fridge.
Apparently living in a converted garage removes the humanity from your soul, leaving you an old, petty, cat lady.

Operation Save for a Couch.

I've decided that we need new couches, or at least one new couch and an oversized chair. The couches we have now are a little thread bare and old. Not that we aren't greatful for them, but they are getting worn out. Then to add to their worn-outedness, Chachi has managed to rip one of the back cushions and loves to pull all of the stuffing out. I think he wants to make me feel at home by replicating snow strewn throughout the livingroom. Luckily though, he has ripped it in an inconspicous spot and we have been "repairing" it with duct tape, but that only lasts so long. Thank you little puppy.
So we've picked out the couch we want. I like it because it's leather and washable, but it's cheap enough that if a pet scrathches it I won't have a heart attack. I think Adam would like to have the matching chair, but I think I would rather have one that is contrasting, maybe in a toile? (this is just a sample of the fabric, however, I am so excited at the prospect of an Asian toile, it's like nirvana!)
Anyhow in order to purchase a couch and a chair we will have to have the spare money to do it, so instead of increasing our debt load, I think we should go the old fashioned way and save for it. (seriously working for a bank has ruined my spending habits....) Last night we started Operation Save For a Couch, rather then spend $10 for Adam to get a hair cut, I just cut his hair for him. It looks okay if he only approaches people with his right side and always tilts his head a little to the left. Really I think I did a great job, and I did it all with scissors, not the clippers. At one point he looked like he had a bowl cut, and I had to stop for a couple minutes because we were laughing so hard. He thought it best that I not be laughing in spastic motions around his eyes with sharp scissors in hand. All in all I think it may have worked out, and we're $10 closer to getting our new livingroom.

Hormonal?

I woke up today feeling wiped out. Yesterday after I got the email from my landlord about parking and the garbage I was a little irritated, which is evidenced by my post yesterday. I was able to think a little rationally yesterday and realize that I was getting rather upset over something kinda trivial, so I talked to Adam about it, and he made the connection that fertility drugs+ Deadra= hormonal Deadra. He explained that he can tell when I start a new cycle of which ever drug I am on for that month, and my sanity lapses a little each time.
In my mind I try so hard to not let myself fly off the handle and manage my emotions well. I conscientiously think that I am feeling like ripping person/ pet X's head off, and it's hormones and the situation isn't that bad. But, according to Adam, I guess I'm not handling it as well as I though, OR I am handling it well and it could be so much worse. In any case I felt bad about how I reacted regarding the email. I didn't do anything stupid, I just wrote the blog and moaned to Adam, moved the car and dumped out (not our) garbage from the half full bin into the other full ones. Then I moaned to Adam more about the insanity of it all and that if it keeps up we're moving.
Then today, one of the backyard ladies came to the front door and told me not to park so far up the drive way 'cause it's her yard. I told her that I didn't know that she had an agreement with the landlord that we're not allowed to pull up further but I would try to accommodate her. She left and I went inside and fumed.
So suffice to say, I was livid again! I mentioned yesterday in the blog that the driveway is narrow and long, and we have wide cars. At the end of the drive way it gets a little wider, about 6ish inches, so I have more room to move the car over. Also I park next to the garbage cans, so apparently her "yard" is the garbage cans... I don't get it. Anyhow I don't know how I am going to park my car over enough to satisfy her and back enough where it's narrow, and still leave me enough room to open my car door without making myself into some kind of contortionist.
Do you think I'm right to be upset?
Also the back yard, outside of our fenced part is weeds and a large ground cover juniper plant, hardly a yard they make use of.... I told Adam that if all of this crap keeps up, I will seriously consider moving, I don't want to have this ordeal for a couple years.
Or I'm hormonal.

And at least I'm not living in a converted garage at the back of some lot.... heh heh.

And it starts.

So the set up with the house is an interesting one. The lot is largeish, and in the back where there was a garage the landlords built 2 studio apartments. Each apartment is being rented by a lady. Adam and I call them the back door ladies, they haven't introduced themselves and I may have seen one, but the person I saw was not friendly. Anyhow...
So we have to share garbage with these ladies and they have emailed the landlord to complain that they are all filled up and we have filled them all up, but the thing is they are filled with stuff like pillows and other stuff from the people who moved out and I'm getting chided for it. I am sure that it's petty and most people wouldn't be upset by this, but it irritates the crap out of me, that they went and whined to the landlord instead of thinking about it, or maybe asking us about it? Also they get to their suites behind the house via the drive way, which is really narrow, and Adam and I both have wider than normal cars. So they are complaining that there is no room for them to walk. I will try to park closer to the edge but the fence juts out half way down and it makes it hard to park close, becasue it makes pulling out difficult. Mostly I am irritated because I feel like I am being chided like a small child for something that I have no control over. If they would have just looked a little harder at the "problems" then they would have seen that it's nothing that we have caused.
Right now I want to stand outside of my door and yell "Stupid Bitches!"

Okay and now I'm over it. I think I'll try and move the cars now so that they can get out in the morning, and see about pulling some of the bushes on the side so that they have room to walk out.

Moving

We have finally moved out of the other place and into the new place. It was hell. It took us 5 days, and we had a mover, but we opted to move a lot of the fragile stuff ourselves, and those of you who know Adam will know that we have a lot of fragile stuff. SO many computers! I think we made the smart choice moving the delicates ourselves, the movers, although freakishly strong, not so gentle. They dropped my dresser and the corner is amm smooshed and the back fell off. Luckily it's a lovely Ikea wonder and shall be fixed easily. They also managed to punch a hole in the wall near our spare bedroom. I shan't complain though. It's all done. The video is of the place before we moved much in. It's the Adam version, my version will come as soon as we win the battle with You Tube to let us post it. (it's not working for some reason) Anyhow the video is dark, but you get some idea of the whole house. The other video has more light.
Anyhow enjoy!

I'm Back?

I hope that blogger and I can get along again. I really missed my dear friend, but sometimes she's (I think Blogger is a she) is a little picky, like we can only be friends if no one is around. But I set her straight. I don't play like that. But we're all good now.
So Chachi, and the snippage. Poor guy, he didn't like the vet. He went in on his birthday and he was neutered, but since only one of his balls had dropped they had to cut him twice to find the missing one, it was tucked up behind his bladder. But now it's all out. Adam says that he's a mule now. And to clarify, a mule like he can't reproduce, not a mule that we will transport drugs from Colombia in. He also had an ID chip implanted and all of his baby teeth pulled. Sigh, poor guy it was like he got the celebrity come back special from some cheap-o plastic surgeon. He's better now, with his bald belly. I have noticed a few personality changes, he's less aggressive, not that he was ever mean, but he was good at the passive aggressive stuff (like a teenaged girl!). He was notorious for pooing on the carpet in the living room, or we would find a nice pee spot somewhere. But now there has been none. He's been even more lovey, which I didn't think was possible. Really he's Chachi, but sweeter! We should have done this 6 months ago! Now to get him to stop lifting his leg when he pees....
And the new place. Oh to be clear, we'll be saving $7200 a year, not a month. That's $600 a month. Which is nice. Regan, I think it's cause we are leaving a managed property. The house we are moving to is privately owned, and it's an old house. We won't have brand new appliances like we do now, and the house is a little bit creaky. But it's so cute! I love it, I love the brick wall in the kitchen, and the old sky light in the bedroom, stuff like that which gives it character. I have never liked apartment buildings where every suite is like the next. As for cheaper, we looked at a lot of places and I wouldn't even look at anything over $2000, which is about the median price here. CRAZY!
Oh yeah, we're not moving to Arizona, I've lived enough of my life in a desert, I don't like the dry, nosebleed causing air. Especially after living here, the humidity is perfect. I did comment that it was muggy in our room in Arizona, but outside was dry. We were driving around one day and Adam just sprouted a nose bleed. Kinda ewwey.
In other news, nothing really. I'm trying to declutter everything. I have to go through my clothes and throw away anything I haven't worn in a year. It's going to be hard, 'cause there is a lot of stuff. I will be ruthless, I may cry. I have some really cute skirts and stuff that I bought in Korea that I love, but I have worn them once or twice and I keep hauling them around with me. But so cute. Oh well, it's not like I can't buy more clothes. I have also accumulated this huge magazine collection, which I need to cull. Really who needs to know if Star Jones and Mr. Star Jones have a good marriage, or if Britney is going to pay K-Fed the 50 Mil. he wants. Okay I care about the latter. THINK OF THE CHILDREN PEOPLE, THE CHILDREN! And I've never liked this K-Fed guy, he's a slimey chunk o' white trash, yo.
Well now that I have babbled about nothing, and insulted a quasi celebrity, I will be leaving you all for now.