Textured Ceilings

Whose bright idea was it to make ceilings textured? Was it someone who never intended on painting them? Did they say to themselves, I'm going to make these ceilings... prickly and bumpy so that they're .... prickly.... and .... bumpy.

What purpose do they serve other than to tell you, hey, someday you'll have to paint me and you'll quickly go insane. You're neck, arms, shoulders and back will scream out in pain. This is my purpose.

Overwhelmed

I got a covered trailer for Thursday. I'm not even packed. I have everything that's been stored ready to go but what about all the other crap? Mainly I want to be able to move all the big stuff (bed, couch, table, chairs, etc). If I don't get everything in boxes, I can do that later and move it in car loads.

I'm very overwhelmed though. I still have painting to do. It seems like painting takes no time at all but it takes a lot of time! I think I'm just going to do another coat here and touch up there and it's three hours later by the time I'm done. And really, I'm not putzing along. Once it's done it will be done and it certainly isn't mandatory that I have it done before I move in. It's just easier not to work around the furniture.

I also have butterflies about moving. What if my cats all of a sudden become noisy boys? What if the person upstairs takes up pacing and tap dancing? What if I can't afford the payments? What if I don't like it?

Lordy, I could go on and on. It's just anxiety of change and new things. Everything will be fine. Once I make it my home and settle in I'll be fine. This is something I've been saving for for 18 months. This is what I've been waiting for.

Interesting...

My horoscope today:

AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18). Life experiences change a person for better (or worse) and can take people in very different directions. Don't worry so much about keeping someone in your life. If it's meant to be, it will be.

Woah!

I'm nervous as hell! This whole buying and closing process is making me crazy. I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. I do but I don't. I'm so sick of making phone calls asking questions I don't understand. "Call the insurance company and say this and this", "call your lender and ask her this", "call so and so and ask them about the watcha-ma-call-it". I have so many notes. I've got calls in and messages left waiting for calls back. Patience...

I'm so glad the next time I do this I won't have those first time jitters. I'll be a pro, right? I'm nervous and excited all at once. Nervous because of the commitment, excited because, well that's obvious!!

I also can't express enough that I have a visual of how I want MY place to look. I welcome ideas but don't start them with "you should..." Also, it's a small place, I don't want crap all over the walls and 50 different colors going on. This is MY place and it will be my first opportunity EVER to express myself. Allow me please...

I'll be doing my final walk through in 25 hours and I'll be closing in 26 1/2 hours!


Breathe..... in... out... in... out....

Monday.

Monday had to come, there's never a way to stop it.

I got to go out to eat with my friend Kari and her little Anna Banana (2 1/2). Sadly, Kari lost her baby. She went in for a pregnancy test last Wednesday, they did an ultrasound and saw that the baby was in her tube. They figure she was probably about 5 weeks along. Poor Kari.

My grandpa now has congestive heart failure. Man. He broke my heart on Friday. I leaned over to give him a kiss good-bye, told him I love him and he whispered "I know, I know". Oh man, my brother was crying when he gave him a kiss and my grandpa whispered "oh, Jesse". My grandpa said he was scared. He is scared for his family. Geez, this is killing me. It's so sad. Yesterday, for lunch, he ate quite a bit of solid food. Something he hasn't done for days and days. He ate turkey, mashed potatoes, tomato soup and even some pumpkin pie! I couldn't help thinking though, that this is a sign of dying. People will get a surge of energy and eat more than they have been just days before dying. I just don't want him to ever be in any pain.

Okay, good news, I just registered for my final class. This makes me very happy. I'm taking it online so I don't have to go into school. Oh yeah, I have to take this 6 week class called Career Development. It teaches you interview skills, how to write a resume, blah, blah. Not a problem, like I said, one night a week for two hours and it only goes for six weeks. You can hardly even count it as a class... unfortunately financial aide does.


I couldn't believe it! I was actually offered help to paint my new condo! Now I just need some offers for help in moving - that's when people suddenly become "busy"

80's flashbacks

20 years ago, in the summer of '85, when I was a wee 13 years old, I met my soon to be step dad and his three children. His oldest daughter is just 2 months younger then me so we got a long great and were interested in the same things. As 13 year olds, we listened to a lot of music and being that it was 1985, the music was the best!

I spent the night at my now step dad's condo the weekends he had his kids. There was a pool and hot tub that we always went to. We ate cereal in the mornings - usually sugar cereal that I couldn't have at home. I had some of the best memories from spending time at this condo.

Flash forward to August 2005, I am buying a condo. This particular condo is in the same complex as the condo I spent so much time in at ages 13-17!


So, it's kind of strange in a way to listen to the same music on the radio, having flashbacks of listening to it in that condo and here I am, 20 years later buying one of the same.

You got an eye problem?

Prepare yourself for the ultimate pity party:

My eyes are bringin' me down. A year after I was diagnosed with Graves' Disease I developed TED (Thyroid Eye Disease). My eye lids are puffy, my lid retract, there's some slight bulging of the eyeball, they're dry (because of the retracting), the rest of my face is puffy. Basically, I feel really, really ugly. Mostly from the profile. It makes me paranoid. I feel like others will see it as ugly. My friends and family say it's not that noticeable. It's noticeable enough. I hate getting my picture taken. About 1% of all pictures taken of me look decent.

I have to wait until this disease runs it's course - that's what the eye doctors tell me. Once it's done doing whatever the hell it does, it may go back to normal or I can opt to have surgery to correct the puffiness (fluid gathers behind the eye and collects in the fatty tissue).

So, I'm having one of my many feeling ugly days due to my ugly eyes. I'm suppose to be "patient" but I'm obsessed with it. It's been 3 1/2 years - supposedly it can take up to five years to run it's course.

I want it to go away! I want it to go away! I want it to go away!