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Sometimes It's Just Better To Buy It And Transport It Yourself

I had another busy weekend. My significant other (who will forever now be referred to as my Sig Fig) finally got back. We had dinner with my parents and saw the Lego movie. We both liked the movie, but I don't think it was all necessary for the awesome story. I wonder what the Nostalgia Critic  will say about it. I loved the good/bad cop and Morgan Freeman was the best. Today I picked up a friend from the airport and had dinner with her. I had a lot of fun and we talked about some of the shows her kids are now watching that I used to watch (like Code Name Kids Next Door).

Anyway this week was also crazy busy. My wonderful Sig Fig sent me several packages for Valentines Day. I got the last one on Tuesday since Monday was a holiday. The chocolate covered fortune cookies were amazing. I also finally got my blue chair (whom I call Bubbles). However Bubbles has a hole in him and needs work done. 

I think I just have the worst luck when it comes to delivering things.

I have a bad relationship with delivery companies. I have made this known. They are not very helpful  and I have to sign for all of them. I typically have to have things sent to my office instead of my home. Though that too can work against me if I'm stuck at home because of a snow storm.

I think online shopping and home deliveries are good and convenient. I just don't always have the best of luck. College made everything easy. All I had to do was go to our post office and they'd give us our package. Now things aren't so simple, but they never are as an adult. I'll keep testing the water until I get the right formula on how to deal with delivery people. For now I'd rather just do things myself.

I'm tired and have to make my bed. Until next week.

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*A grammar error was corrected.

Welcome To Working From Home

Happy three day weekend everyone. I am currently watching the Olympics with a good friend. I have been enjoying watching them. Seriously Russia v. USA hockey, I was sitting on the edge while watching! Loved the game. It will be hard to watch any Sweden game though because of all the Red Wings players.

Anyway, it once again snowed like crazy in my area. I am starting to think the Winter Olympics should have been in Baltimore or Philladelphia. We have had more snow than I have cared to see. My sister couldn't beleive how much there was (she felt we were in Michigan). I was stuck in my apartment for two days, working from home.

Working from home is not terrible. I can start working earlier and don't have to worry about my evening commute. However, it can be distracting and cause a bit of cabin fever when you don't have anyone to talk to. I like working from home, but I also like seeing my coworkers and having human contact. You can start going a little crazy if you don't see people after a few days.

Some tips for getting rid of cabin fever:

1) go outside - even if it's just to take out the trash. You need some sunlight and you aren't going to get it in an apartment. Just go out and get some fresh air.

2) Talk to your friends and family at night. Call them via Skype, the phone or smoke signals. It doesn't matter just talk to someone that can answer back. People might start to think something is owrong with you if you don't.

3) Turn on as many lights as you can. You'll feel better and it won't seem so dark.

4) Work out - physical exercise will make you feel better and get those creative juices flowing.

5) See a friend - you won't regret it and you know you're not completely going insane.

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Welcome To Water

I had a very weird Friday (I had a weird today too, but that's another thing). On Thursday I followed my usual at home routine and nothing was off at all until I wanted to take a shower. I turned on my shower and there was no water pressure at all. Barely a trickle of water came put of the tap and forget about the actual shower head. I ended up taking a very odd bath. The hot water also shut off half way throughout the bath.

So there wasn't any water in my apartment when I went to bed. I got up Friday morning to icky brown water coming out of all my taps. I let all of my water run until it was clear again, but I still wasn't sure if it was safe to drink. I got a little creative with the water left in my hot water maker and left super early for work. I was eventually able to call my leasing office and find out that there was a water main break at my pool and that the water was okay after I let the brown run out. I just wish they had emailed me and told me so I would have planned for having no water.

I have learned from this experience to always have some water on hand (at least in my hot water maker). I have also realized how much water I use in a day. I use water for everything (cooking, cleaning, hygiene and just plan drinking). Water is incredibly important and I couldn't use it at all. I have learned the error of my dependence and now apriciate where my water comes from, that is clean and I don't have to walk a mile to get it.

At least my water pressure isn't tied to the electricity. A place I used to visit would loose water anytime the power would go out and the electricity would go out at random times. This ment nothing to drink, clean or flush the only toilet with. I did learn to take baths in a freezing lake. Let me to tell you polar bear baths (freezing baths or showers were called polar bear [insert water type] in camp) are aweful, but you do get used to them.

My lesson for this week is simple: I am thankful for clean tap water that comes to my house with water pressure.

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Welcome To Letting Go

It Never Seems To Get Easier...

Happy Superb Owl Sunday! I am watching the game while writing this. I’m not really rooting for anyone. They aren’t my teams and I don’t have any motivation to simply pick one. I’m more interested in seeing the commercials and hearing about the after parties in the two states that have legalized pot.  I am betting that the news articles will be interesting tomorrow. 

I am watching the game on my new couch. It is my first new couch. I have decided to call her Sea Boat because of her color (a nice sea blue). Her little brother, Bubbles (the matching chair I ordered) is currently MIA. It is somewhat inconvenient for me, but I will live. With the addition of Sea Boat and Bubbles, I had to do some redecorating. This included getting rid and moving the chairs that had been in my living space since I moved in. 

The big green chair (I call him Big Blue even though he is technically green) has been moved to my dining area along with my desk and work stuff (for when it snows and I’m stuck at home to work).  The area now looks like a neat little study nook and lounge for when I need natural light and want to sit near my cactus. My lava lamp will be joining this area shortly. The dining table and chairs (read card table and folding chairs) is closer to the kitchen now, but not totally in the way. 

I have two “new” lamps. They are not actually new, they are actually really old. One is from the Philippines (circa 1950s or 60s) and I’m not sure where the other one is from. I finally got rid of the fire hazard that was the black floor lamp (its base was broken and no there wasn’t any way to fix it). I think these two new lamps bring a little more character to my home. 

Finally and saddest of all, I got rid of Big Brown. Yes the big brown chair that was nearly three decades old (27 years for an exact age), is now in couch heaven. Taps might have been heard playing as I paid my respects near the dumpster where I laid him to rest. I can’t even look at the dumpster he’s in right now. I almost called my mom to help me fish him back out, clean him and cuddle with him once more. I even cried a bit (I know it’s really pathetic, but I did). All of this emotion was used on a chair. I couldn’t have cared less about the lamp, but the chair I nearly lost it over. 

It is a little stupid to be broken up over a chair and before people ask about why I didn’t sell him on Craig’s List or donate him I will explain. This chair was old, broken and smelled like cigars and wet dogs. No amount of Febreze ever got rid of the smell. To me he smelled like home. To other people (friends who visited) he was just a little unpleasant and stinky. Also the matching couch was already in couch heaven. I thought they needed to be reunited after all the years of separation. 

I almost want to blame movies like “Toy Story” and “The Brave Little Toaster” for the emotional damage that came with tossing this couch. These movies (among others that personified inanimate objects) caused me to form major attachment to things and make me think of them as emotional beings. I thought they were great stories and movies, but I think they might have helped develop a psychological attachment to objects. I wonder how many others of my generation developed this odd sense of loyalty to things that can’t actually feel.

 I also recognize that it sort of symbolizes me further letting go of my childhood. Some of my first memories are of that chair and using it to make forts or as a jungle gym. I’m pretty sure I used to use it as a balance beam to practice gymnastics as a toddler. In essence, by getting rid of Big Brown I am getting rid of childhood and finally embracing adulthood. Hopefully I don’t keep having this problem otherwise my therapy bills are going to be through the roof.

If you enjoyed this post (or it really pissed you off) please share or comment on it anyway you can. I love hearing from people who read my blog and thank all of you very much for taking the time to read about my transitions into adulthood. I am still exploring Wonderland and I hope someone somewhere is getting something out of this. I know I am (therapy). Until next time, enjoy the Big Game. Half time was awesome.