Trials of moving...

We are finally moving into a house. A real house. Not a condo, not an apartment, not a townhouse. A real house with a frontyard, backyard, sideyard (if you could call it that), garage, patio (hmmm, well 'deck'), and a doorbell. And hopefully one day....a VEGGIE GARDEN!!! And lots of flowers. We're getting down to the nitty gritty. One more day left to pack, then the truck arrives, and it all gets loaded on and taken away to the new place. One problem....I've hardly packed a thing!

I know! You're thinking...wow, you either must not have very much stuff, or you're nuts? Hmm, well I would go with a little of both. We do have lots of stuff, but almost every year I am forced to purge and downgrade on my collectibles (some people would call it junk, others would call it frivilous items, still others would call it treasure). I love crafting, so tend to collect a little bit of that. Plus I've decided that I'm a magazine hog, so do have a few stacks of those. And I'm a student so of course I've got loads of textbooks and necessary piles of papers (emphasis on the necessary piles of papers!). And every year I attempt to purge as much as possible. So I have stuff, just not unnecessary piles of stuff. And yes, sometimes I do think I'm nuts. Who else would spend their time watching 'America's next top model' instead of packing to move into their long-awaited new house. *Hand goes up into the air* "I would!"

So needless to say, tomorrow is going to be very very busy. And I ran out of boxes today too. So I'll need to go on a run for more boxes tomorrow. I'll probably end up skulking around the big box stores (Staples, Petsmart, etc.), trying to score a box here, a box there. Then end up rifling through their recycle bins full of cardboard at the backs of the stores. Yeah, it will be embarassing, but it is a necessary evil. Perhaps I will strike out tomorrow at first light. You know, then if anyone sees me, they will think that they are still at home sleeping and dreaming about crazy people scooting around and on the prowl for the elusive cardboard box. Sigh, the things I do to save a buck.

Spring is a-Springin!

What better thing to do on a beautiful and gorgeous sunny spring day than to sit at the computer and type...NOT! I have to admit, right now my situation sucks. One last final exam to write tomorrow, and today is my last day of studying, and it's supposed to reach +22 degrees C outside. I believe that is like 12 degrees above normal! How unfair. So, instead I have chosen to pout and either stare at the wall...or type on the computer...or do what I do best when I'm bored and my conscience doesn't allow me in indulge in what I'd rather be doing (like torturing myself is soooo much better!!!). I take pictures of my cat!
She was especially active when I came home today. Not really sure why. But then we have this new, 'BIG', empty box sitting in the middle of our apartment. She gets excited when a new box comes into the house. While I was chowing on lunch, she was playing weird games with herself, jumping in and out of the box, making scratching noises inside the box, playing the 'Dr. Claw' game with the handles of the box.
I guess there is just something about enclosed spaces that she really likes. And if it is a smelly enclosed space, even better. For example, when she was a kitten she'd burrow down deep into DH's hockey bag - full of smelly, locker stink, sweaty gear. At this point I questioned if she had any sense of smell whatsoever. But then, why do little kids like to eat dogfood so much? What attracts them back time and time again? Certainly can't be the smell, nor the taste...or is it?
Any how, after a lengthy session of leaping in and out of the box, and creating a whole lot of kerfufful while doing so, one must lay down for a nap. But remember, if you're this cat, you don't pick just anyplace for your nap. You pick the smelliest pile of stinky jogging clothes and running shoes you can find. And if it also includes a plastic bag, then wow, are you ever in luck!!

Ok enough lolly-gagging. Back to the bookwork!

When one reaches boredom....

I really should NOT be here, fooling around, but when one has been studying social psychology for most of the morning, I guess one can take a break. Even if that break started about 1 hour ago, and should have ended half an hour ago. But this is my last diverson, I swear!

When I get bored doing my homework, I don't look to do productive things. No way. That would just be way to overly productive. Heck, I've got dishes piled sky high in the kitchen (both clean and dirty!), clothes in the dryer from last night that need to be folded, kitty litter that stinks to high heaven and really should be changed now, disarray and clutter spread all through this apartment, and here I am, really doing nothing. In fact I've spent the past 15 minutes taking pictures of my cat, and playing with her. I was trying to capture these unimpressed and disgusted looks that she gets on her face constantly. I truely believe this cat is a happy cat, but you wouldn't know it to look at her. For instance, take a gander at them eyeballs staring you down in the picture at the top. To me they say "Step no closer human, lest I unleash my pointy teeth and even pointy-er claw". Look hard. These are the eyes that tend to wake me up every morning. Scary. Now, how about this next shot...

WOAH! She just finished beating up her catnip bunny, during this shot. Hence the psycho-ess-ness that she portrays here.

Ok, I take another look at both these photos, and they perhaps don't quite get across the emotions that this cat tends to display on a regular basis. I guess this may be one of those, 'if you knew this cat in real life, you'd understand exactly what I'm talking about!" cases. As well, her craziness tends to get her in trouble. In fact, she spent one of her nine lives about midnight last night. She likes to tickle people's toes with her claws, as they are lying in bed asleep. I was woken up by thrashing and cursing last night as my fiancee ripped the covers back, leaped out of bed and went chasing the cat through the house in furious madness. Um, she also might have got a pillow to the noggen at the same time. She's just lucky that she didn't get a foot to posterior as well, which is what I'm sure he really wanted to do. Sigh. The cat just doesn't get it. This isn't the first time that this has happened.

OK, back to sociology styled psychology...or psychology styled sociology....or maybe I'll just call it something I wish I had done yesterday....

Mmmm, chocolate.....

So I had to make a necessary trip to Purdy's chocolates today. Yes, you may all laugh now. This trip was not intended for myself (well maybe in a somewhat loosely connected way, it was). It was in fact intended to make up for a self indulgence that occurred earlier last week.

I was suffering. I was (and in fact still am) trying to diet and be healthy. I was also trying desperately to catch up on my homework. So in an attempt to get away from bad influences and distractions, I went to my mom's condo (they're away for the entire winter) to sit on her couch and study. Which is in fact what I did. I was sitting there, reading social psychology, staring out the window a bit, then thinking...man, I'm thirsty! So I took my drink that I had brought with me and put it in the fridge, thinking it would taste better being least a minute bit colder than room temperature. And low and behold, I was attacked! The minute I opened the fridge, chocolate leaped out at me. I had no where to go! I ducked left, I ducked right, I did a super duper stuntman roll across the kitchen floor in a desperate attempt to dodge airborne chocolate! And they were in the shape of christmas bells to boot! So it was OLD chocolate. I didn't think old, stale chocolate had it in it, to become the deadly weapon that was persistantly attacking me so! Lo and behold, I was suddenly surrounded....little red and green and gold foiled bells, backing me into a corner. What else does one do when attacked by chocolate? One EATS IT!!!! So as a last resort, I chomped them bells. One by one I took them DOWN! YEAH! And as old and stale as it was, it actually tasted pretty good. So good I was able to defeat every last little sucker...I mean bell. So to all those who keep open chocolate in their fridge....BEWARE!

Anyway, I figured I'd better replace the chocolate that I ate in my moment of weakness. So now instead of old, yucky, bell-shaped chocolate in your fridge, mom, there are nice new rabbit droppings in the shape of tasty little chocolate easter eggs. So I have, in fact, saved you from having to deal with stale chocolate. I dealt with it for you.

Yellow Jello Legs

Here's my kitty. I didn't actually take this picture, my sis' did. Cute pic. And I didn't ask if I could post it. So I suppose I'm breaking copywrite laws, etc. I'm sure she'll let me know if she disapproves. Anyhow, just testing the upload picture feature. Yay! It works!!

My, what a cute kitty cat!!

So, in my effort to delay the layers and layers of jiggly adipose tissue that continues to multiply at a ferocious rate on my body, I signed up for spin classes for the month of April. One class per week, Tuesday nights, so four classes in total. Last night was my first class. Not too sure what to expect, as we used actual stationary spin bikes.

Oh the humanity!

I swear, I thought I was going to die. The instructor was kind enough to post a 'picture' of the course we would ride during the class. So it was broken up into 9 or 10 sections, with bumps, uphills, downhills, rolling hills, that kind of thing. Well, the first section - bumps. I swear, if the music wasn't so loud, the only thing anyone would have heard was my asthmatic huffing and wheezing. I look around at my fellow spinmates...people are actually smiling!!! What the heck is up with that???? And the new girls in the class (I was one of those new girls)? Dutifully following the instructor doing stand up/sit down drills. Was I the only one who was about the keel over???? Oh, then the uphills, done standing up on the bike. The pain, the agony, the cardiac arrest I swear was about to occur! If I could just reach my water bottle..maybe everything would be fine. Crap, how is one supposed to swallow when your airway has constricted to the point that only air is allowed passage?!? Oh, just to sit down. What? Turn up the tension? Are you nuts?? Maybe if I just turn it up a little, my body won't notice. *Groan* My body noticed.

Ok, I make it sound bad. It wasn't that bad. But the best part? When it was over. And to be honest. I felt so good after I was able to get my breath back and the lactic acid buildup in my legs dispersed. So good, in fact, that I was a-wailin' at the top of my lungs to tunes in the car on the way home. I guess that is the adrenaline buzz everyone talks about after a really good work out. I just wish that buzz would come sooner in the workout. The good thing about having one class per week? It gives you enough time to actually forget the torture you went through previously, and allow you to have some small bit of excitement for the next class.

My Question to Myself

I'm rushing through this morning as I have deadlines to meet today. I have these certain deadlines that are looming dreadfully in front of me. Now I ask myself. Even though I have pressing matters and have stuff that absolutely must be accomplished today, how can I still find time to be distracted?????? Procrastinate?????? I mean, I'm even rushing to be distracted and to procrastinate (I'm jittery and my heart is pumping, and my mind is saying "go go go go"). Is that not worst of all procrastinationness?? I shake my head at myself.

Holy snowfall Batman!

Did someone just tell me that the first day of Spring is March 20? Hmmmm, would that be..tomorrow? Oh, wait, let me check my calendar. Why, yes, March 20th would be tomorrow. What the heck is with all this snow!?!?!?!?!

Did we get dumped on yesterday! Now, remember, we haven't really had winter at all this year. We had a somewhat balmy February, a mediocre January and December, but not really all that much snow. And wow are we paying for it now. The question is, how long will this last?

I wake up yesterday morning, knowing full well that it was pouring snow when I went to bed last night. DH is supposed to go to his morning workout and so I check the weather channels to see what the conditions are like out there. Wow, there is snow everywhere. Apparently we would have had between 15-25 cm. Well, I would say we had more than that. I warn DH, he doesn't care, he's going anyway (in his 2 wheel drive truck with bald tires on it and no weight in the back). I don't hear hide nor hair from him until he gets back home 4 hours later (his workouts are really long....plus he went somewhere else too). He's down in the parking lot of our apartment complex and he's screaming into the phone to tell me to come help him push the truck out. Of course I just hang up, put my winter boots on and head on outside. There's alot of snow out there! He's all mad and cranky cause he got stuck going around the parking lot to our parking stall, sat in one spot spinning his tires, and about 4 able people just stood there and watched him. So apparently he ended up spitting snow at them as he spun his way to a relatively 'safe' are of the lot. I got told to go get my car from underground parking and to park it in the snowy lot because it has front wheel drive and it won't get stuck. Um, ok. Well I got stuck too. The car currently sits in visitor parking (I can totally see me getting a parking ticket - lame), because that is about as far as I made it. Crummy.

So anyhow, I now expect there to be floods, because the temp will go above 0 degrees in the next couple of days and the heaps and heaps of snow are going to melt.

My Sister Said I Should Do This

I've created this blog 'cause I don't want to take over my sister's blog. I always tend to comment over there, and although this won't stop me from commenting, now I can carry on with my rants on my own space.

I'm also doing this as an outlet for inspiration. My mind is always ticking and creating. I'm hoping that maybe by using this as an outlet, some of that creativity will become works of real life. Although it does have to compete with schoolwork (which takes up so much time!!! And not just the act of doing the schoolwork, one must also include the time it takes to think about getting the schoolwork done, then preparing to do the schoolwork, then surfing the internet instead, before actually settling down to performing schoolwork - and sometimes, this takes a whole afternoon!). So I'll see just how this strategy works.

First let's see if my inept computer abilites can make this sucker post!!