tearsinger

like a baseball bat to the kidneys.

It isn't just daylight savings time, but the fact that I worked overtime last week, we installed a new kitchen faucet Thursday night, a new bathroom faucet Friday night, ripped out the floor in the bathroom, laid the concrete board, and ditramat. We have been getting up early and going all day and then working till we crash.

I love the house and it gets better each day, but man, I am tired.

The house inspection was awesome. There are lots of things that need doing, but nothing terrible and nothing urgent.

The house will need gutters, there are some electrical boxes in the garage that need covers, the basement ducts need insulating, the furnace and ducts could use a cleaning, one of the windows is cracked -- barely. The dishwasher doesn't work -- we expected it didn't. There is some vermiculite in the attic space that could have asbestos in it that needs to be cleaned up -- it is mostly bagged up already. We also need to replace 6349472983 outlets with grounded outlets, but the boxes are grounded, so it is trivial.

The wallpaper is so ugly, just wait till you see it. I can't wait to peel it away, sand and paint everything. It is gonna be awesome. The basement is a cool space, which could use some cleaning and maybe some day finishing.

We are planning a big weekend the Jan 14th MLKJr weekend for house painting and cleaning and we are looking for volunteers to help -- come one, come all, crash in our new pad, paint and eat pizza with us.

So I am home alone, sitting on my couch. I am contemplating a bagel and now I am spoiled rotten because I don't know what is in the fridge because I never open the fridge because all of my food is prepared and served to me. I hate the kitchen. in the new house the kitchen will have sunshine and a table I can sit at. This house has none of those things.

I am watching emails fly back and forth about the purchase of my house. The lawyers are emailing back and forth about the Purchase and Sale agreement, and changing things. It is the 2 week waiting time instead of the six week waiting time. And our Mortgage guy just went on leave to have knee surgery.

It is cold in the house during the day, because the heat automatically turns down. I could get up and turn it off, but it is in the kitchen and we have talked about the problem with that. And I have a blanket and kitty.

I wish I had a movie to watch, but then again I might go read old logs all day.

Amber is coming home to make sure I don't eat cookies for lunch.

I want to have a wedding in a little over two months.  I have not started planning at all.  There is no guest list yet.  And there is no real money for it, but we could pretend about the money part now that we have income.  We don't know if we have parental support, financial or logistic. 

And I am marrying a chick, so I get about 15 steps into Squee wedding mode and then I find that everything written is written for straight white women, marrying straight white men, mostly upper and middle class who think 10-15k for a wedding is low budget.

Oh yeah, I am in one of the most expensive areas of living, and I have never been to a wedding out here and have no idea where to start.

I am grumpy and clearly not finding the right things. 

Interwebz I want a source for local, budget, gay weddings planned in a rush.

So there is the current apartment saga that has gone on for about six months:

Latest installment is <a href ="http://thenowhere.livejournal.com/773457.html">here</a>. 

In other less insane news I put in my two weeks notice today.  I have worked here for pretty much three years on the pretty nose.  I love the people.  I love the feel of the library.  I love being in a place with books all day.  This was my first real computer job, where I got to do hands on stuff that was cool and awesome and people patted me on the head for it. 

But here I am a second class citizen, a temp worker and not part of the club.  I miss meetings, work parties and other such celebrations.  I am not offered the card to sign when people retire.  I am left out, often by my own supervisor.  I have liked it here.  They let me adventure and they let me play with stuff.  They leave me alone when I am discovering for the most part and they let me be a quirky, bouncy, chatting girl who talks to computers and swears sometimes.  

This job has seen me through almost all of my degree.  I started here the summer after my second year at Smith.  I started here and took 3 weeks off for gall bladder surgery.  They humor me and they don't mind that I make myself laugh.  Here I have a coworker who is so much like me it is scary.  

But three weeks ago I was offered a job -- a real job -- as real staff -- with real pay.   My first job that really pays me.  It is for Umass.  It has benefits.  It has paychecks.  It has computers.  They really like me and they offered me the top of the listed pay scale.  It is a real job.  Really.

However, for three weeks we have been waiting on a new type of background check, which has finally gone through.  I have been loathe to speak of it before now, because I didn't want to jinks it.  In fact I am a little fearful now since we have 2 more weeks more before Mercury comes out of retrograde.  But I have given the notice and am aiming to start there in three weeks -- giving me a week between jobs to get my head on straight with all that is going on in the House of Chaos(tm)

I have a job.  Just shy of one year from graduation I have a job!

The job is computer technician stuff, same as here at Smith.  Honestly, I love it.  Systems Administration is where I am headed.   

I don't blog much anymore and this annoys me, but for the past few years I have been so craptaularly busy that I have just fallen out of the habit. 

Here is the long of it, since I don't ever update: 

My wrist is healed, as in they took the splint away two weeks ago and it still fucking hurts and I cannot support my weight on it to lean on a table, get up from the floor, or roll across the bed.  This sucks and I am starting to wonder when I should go back and get it checked again, since they told me to make an appointment if it didn't strengthen back up.  It doesn't pain me unless I tweak it wrong or try to lean on it.  It often hurts in the morning from sleeping or moving across the bed. 

We are moved and 3/4 unpacked.  We have found a washer and dryer and hosted Morgan's birthday party here.  I have to take pictures of the house -- there are spots where it is a little run down and chav-tastic -- the deck, yard and basement need a little love, but this is the most wonderful house.  I love this house.  There is nothing amazing about it, besides the creek and the yard, but it is perfect and I love everything about it, except for as noted above.  Were it mine I would be delighted, and I would have a plan for all these little things that need to be fixed.  For now we will just work with the landlord -- and hope they are more on top of things than the state of the house would imply.  I know they love the house like I do though -- they raised their kids here. 

Next weekend we start the garden.  Have I mentioned I have the best yard ever. 

I have to take pictures. 

I am working a few more hours a week now, all the way to 30, which leaves me exhausted because of the sheer effort involved in taking a bunch of unmotivated slackers* and getting them to help me unpack a house -- and me with a gimpy paw still.

The kitchen, livingroom, dining room and somewhat the kid's room are done.  Adult bedrooms are in flux still.  The basement, rec and office space are still being worked on. 

I am so tired.  I am going to bed.  I might be a better blogger later. 

Packing, packing packing.  Living here for five years has made for too much stuff.  The basement had to be packed twice.  Once was with help from a friend who packed everything.  We unpacked everything and got rid of half of it.  Morgan's room is packed now, which took me most of the day.  My room and the living room are mostly packed -- but the kitchen(s) need combining.  We have sold some stuff of craigslist. 

We are accomplished, but it took me taking 3 days off this week and really overdoing it on my poor wrist.  I think the brace is messing me up more than it is helping, but I am under strict instructions to wear it unless in the shower.  Ugh.  I don't want to be gimpy. 

Tomorrow we get keys and finish packing.  Saturday we pack the truck (it is supposed to rain), and move everything to the new house.  I am in heaven thinking about the yard, porch and deck.  I don't want to think about four adults and a kid and one bathroom.  It will be an adjustment for everyone. 

We are excited, and nervous. 

This is actually the only place Morgan remembers us living.  He is being very good given that we are pulling him from his home. 

It has been raining here, yucky and wet.  Yesterday we went to the beautiful wonderful new apartment and found it was raining in the front hall, and in two of the bedrooms.  Pieces of the ceiling were hanging down.  Apparently the roof problems have progressed.  We talked to the people and put a stop on our check.  Tonight we will return the keys, pay their bounce fees for stopping the check and move on to the next place to rent. 

We have been looking for almost 8 weeks -- we have two weeks left until moving day on the 10th.  We didn't loose our money and none of our stuff got ruined, but -- I just don't know what to say anymore.

So i woke up this morning to Amber telling me the smoke detector was going off downstairs and did I think the house looked hazy.  I jumped out of bed, because we have a drunk living in the basement who set the house on fire about a year ago -- no damage, lots of smoke, and Fire Dept visit to clean out the smoke.  Thank God we were home that time -- we were just about to leave when the smoke started. 

Today, Lo and Behold, was similar.  Amber woke up to the alarm clock and the fire alarm in the basement could he hear (faintly) I grabbed Morgan out of a smokey house and dragged him outside in the cold rain at 6:15 this morning with a blanket, rain boots and PJs, while Amber got out and called the neighbors to get out of their house.  We left the pets this time, like we are supposed to.  :( We called 911 and they didn't miss the house this time.  But when they got here they could not get into the downstairs apartment where the fire was.  Metal doors, even hollow ones are very resistant to a fireman's axe.  Finally they got in and it was a stove fire because he was passed out and cooking again.  Then the fire dept had to clear the smoke and they sent Amber back into the smoke for the pets so they didn't die before the smoke cleared.  Next time ( I hope there never is one ) We will take the pets if we can because we had a hard time finding the cat after the alarms were going off and the fire dept were here.  He had clawed his way into my boxspring and was hiding there.  We finally got back into the house about an hour later and made a mad dash to get ready for the day.  Since then I have had like 3 medium coffees and the let down from the adrenaline, so I am all dizzy and shaky -- I seldom drink caffeine anymore.

All pets and people seem to be fine, but the house smells of smoke and I am sure Morgan is traumatized and will never sleep again.  Just another day in "Fuck, This Cannot Be My Life" tm

So the place we are moving is not at all what I pictured for us -- but hey. It is in a little town called Millers Falls, about 15 minutes away from Morgan's school.

It is above a pub. Food, drink and booze kind of place. The whole building used to be a dance hall/theater in the 1920's. Now the downstairs is a pub and next to that a Dog grooming salon. So we have a grand staircase from street level, then a ticket booth, a huge kitchen and then monsterous rooms, a pool table and an antique piano. There must be about 3000 sq ft, for me thenowhere, sarianna and echoesinthevoid and the boo.

It is going to be strange, but interesting. I will miss this old place here, but the space we will have. We are giving up on the idea of having a yard, but in trade we have a huge place, an elementary school nearby with a playground and a library right behind us. It is like city living, just in a one horse town.

We are moving on the 10th of April. Come help us, all are welcome.

I will post pictures of the apartment when they are done doing work on it.



Ask Tammy about Parking
Put in change of address forms
Send certified letter to current landlord telling him we are leaving.
Pay 1st, last, security on new place (OHGOD)
Find Boxes!
Reserve Truck
Pack Boxes
Pack Everything.
Hunt Washer and Dryer (pref when we have Truck)
Price and pay for washer and dryer
Call my mommy
Pack
Call mommy
Pack
Movers? (I think they might be too expensive even for the cheap 2 hour ones)
Get rid of outside stuff -- like Morgan's pool, ATV, Elliptical, Bikes? What do we want to do with the Bikes?
Cry
Miss outside space
Label books and games when we pack them.
Return mommy's books
Find a new ped?
Find a new pharmacy
Take picture
Clean here
Spackle