Random thoughts

--These days, I listen to King of the Thing by O.A.R. every morning while getting ready--no exceptions.

--Song of the South and Louisiana Saturday Night make any good day that much better.

--The exodus of the frigid, arctic air from my life is one of the best things ever. Seriously, y'all, winter didn't seem so bad at the time, but now that I have EARNED spring, I want to embrace every moment of it before it just gets really hot.

--I'm so excited to meet up with Laura this weekend--can't wait to recap our adventures!

--FYI: If you apply for a job, put your contact info on your resume. It makes my job A LOT easier. Thanks.

--Also, on the topic of resumes, it's best to correctly spell the name of your last company--especially if it is a widely known brand. It's also great to correctly spell the position you are applying for. Oh, and make your phone number is correct so that I don't have to call some woman named Angie 5 times trying to find you. In short, edit your resume and then have two other people edit your resume.

--I know I alluded to this in my last post, but I seriously feel like I am such a fantastic place in life that I honestly can't stop smiling or even laughing out loud at my good fortune. My word, y'all, I have a fantastic job, a great husband, a new huge apartment. The air has warmed considerably, fresh veggies are coming back into season and Louisiana Saturday Night is on repeat on my Itunes right now. I think I was in denial about how sad and detached I really felt about a number of things for the past few months. Aside from the bestest of my best friends, no one really knew how I was feeling about everything. Thankfully, great things are happening for one of those friends too--new city, new future, new outlooks. I'm so excited for and proud of her.

--I often think in collage (does anyone else do this?) and right now I feel like my feeling and outlook on life is best described as a mashup of being at our best friend's lake house eating fake chicken parm with them paired with sitting around campfires singing and laughing until 2 am paired with photos of pastel balloons paired with that taste of a summer vine-ripened tomato that's warm from the sun paired with that feeling when you realize you just had the most wonderful day doing nothing special except spending it with the person you love most in the world. That was probably a little hard to follow unless you too think in collage. Nathan definitely does not and it drives him crazy when I try to describe my mash-up of feelings to him.


...well, you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow, kick off your shoes and throw 'em on the floor. Dance in the kitchen till the morning light...Louisiana Saturday Night...

You know what's fantastic?

I just can't stop smiling. Having a job that you don't hate is so, so, so, so amazing. I just can't get over it.

Between being productive when I come home rather than sad and lethargic to planning next summer's European cruise with my best friend to buying a fantastic handbag for less than one dollar to spending quality time with Nathan--I just can't stop smiling. It's fantastic.

I'm so, so tired

Well, we have made it to the end of our second work weeks in New York and I am tired. Insanely tired. At least one of us has had plans every night this week. My house still isn't finished. I need a library card (I'm running out of books I own that I care to re-read right now) and I need to convert my gym membership. We're going to Ikea tomorrow, but before that the apartment needs to be cleaned (I only unpacked last weekend--no cleaning) and we're still trying to find a worship service to attend Sunday morning.

On top of all that stuff that would make anyone tired, my insides are tired. My soul is tired. I want to feel settled and I want to stop moving and I want some me (or, rather, me and Nathan) time to fall into my lap somehow.

Being away from family on holidays is sort of terrible. Last spring, we were in Istanbul during western Easter and eastern Easter was a fun, but strange to us, experience. We've been invited over for Easter lunch on Sunday and that's exciting, but it's still hard to not be with your family and your foods and your people on Easter. Easter requires some yummy down-home food and a sunrise service that makes you feel so happy you cry followed by biscuits. Period. That's what you need. Oh, and you need to flower the cross. That's also pretty important.

I guess you actually don't need those things--at least I hope not because they seem to be in short supply here in New York. This Easter will involve high church services and bagels and trips to NJ. I guess we'll start carving out our own Easter traditions.

Cat bowl update

Good word, could I worry about this more?

So, I just woke up and went to feed the cat. A significant part of the food in the bowl had been eaten (which would show that she COULD reach the food).

I add in this morning's food and that conniving animal sniffs around and then runs away again. Why are the other members of my household teaming up against me to make me paranoid????

In other cat news, Miss Marple has definitely destroyed the top half of one of my orchids trying to catch a pigeon that resides on the other side of our living room windows. I'd be more upset, but it is a living plant (so it will grow back in 6-9 months) and so far she hasn't ruined the one with a stem of buds.

In other, other cat news, I accidentally locked her in our bedroom ALL DAY on Monday while we were at work and, wouldn't you know, she totally behaved herself and didn't destroy, chew, pee on or attempt to eat anything. God Bless, Miss Marple.

So tonight Yankee BFF and I went shopping at Fishs Eddy. Friends and family, be warned: all your gifts will now come from this store.

I bought some super cute new bowls for Miss Marple's food and water.

Anyway, so cute, right? Except, now I'm obsessing over whether or not she can reach her food because of course the ONE TIME I want my "compulsive binge disordered eating overweight" cat to eat some food, she runs away.

We just found her chilling out in the shower and Nathan told me she went there to get water because she can't reach the water in her new bowls. He's so mean sometimes.

I'm off to watch The Hills and try and stop obsessing over the cat's food and water intake via the new bowls. Didn't I used to think deep thoughts? What happened?

Honest to Goodness Truth

We woke up REALLY early, went to a church where they didn't even mention Palm Sunday (um, what?) and then rushed back home to finish unpacking and take photos for you.

Unfortunately, our walls are apparently made of cement (no, I'm not kidding) and we can't hang up anything until we re-group, get better tools and a game plan. I just can't show off a naked house and this nest is far from feathered currently, so that's on hold.

Good word. Cement walls? Seriously?

I am typing this on our new, fancy, paid-for, secure internet connection that the nice Internet Man just hooked up. I've already unpacked 5 boxes this morning.

Also? There is a bagpipe rehearsal outside our window right now. No joking.