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In a house. Was a major, major hassle because of Reasons, but whatever, we’re in. It’s still a hassle because setting up everything seems to be full of snags, but again whatever. I can deal. Especially because I have nice little loft for an art/music studio. I can’t wait to decorate it and start using it. Don’t have internet at home and probably won’t for a while, trying to recover financially from the move. Currently in a Starbucks reveling in the lack of husband and kids. I adore them, but I’m very, very glad school and work are resuming soon because otherwise, I might run screaming into the void. We have been all up in each others’ grills for entirely too long now and I need some absence to make my heart grow fonder.
I am dead exhausted no matter how much sleep I get lately, surely just a matter of stress and sleep deficit, and looking forward to getting everything unpacked & in its place. Also on the list: find a gym, find a job (?), find a band, find some friends, think about Navy Ball (finally!!), find meds, etc.
(Decidedly not on the list: accidentally run into That One Ex [everyone has one, you know what I mean] that I thought would surely have moved on from here by now, but NOPE, apparently has been stationed here for-freakin’-ever. Going out and about makes me nervous. At least I look good. *shrug*)
I unfollowed nearly everyone for various reasons. Most of them boil down to needing more time for my very closest friends and family, and working harder to follow my birthday resolution of eliminating negativity in my life. I don’t doubt the validity of people’s feelings and reasons for said negativity, but I still can’t have it in my daily life. It’s worsening my health and I must draw a line.
Kid comes by the dumdum gene honestly, though. I spent a fun evening retching and puking because I mistook a couple of ounces of hydrogen peroxide for water and chugged it. Brilliant, I know. It was on the counter because the front desk had brought it to us in a plain plastic cup, to clean off Mini 2’s abrasions. I was tidying the kitchenette and tossed back the “water” and threw the cup in the bin. A few seconds later I was thinking…man, the tap water is appalling here…before realization dawned on me and any claims I have toward intelligence evaporated before my eyes. Many thanks to the VA Poison Control operator for assuring me that I wasn’t going to die and that people do it all the time as I kept mumbling about what a dumbass I was.
Helpful tip: mild peroxide has actually been used in the same manner as ipecac, to induce vomiting, and while it’s highly unpleasant and leaves you feeling dumb as hell, 2 ounces of the sort of 3% h2o2 solution you get at the drugstore will not kill you.
Obviously, she didn’t notice how slow they were, else she wouldn’t have done it. Take your condescending tone elsewhere. Like you never had a lapse of judgment or did anything foolish as a child. Bitch, please.
Mini 2 just tried to jump onto a swiftly running treadmill and that worked out about as well as you might imagine it would. She has been interested in being more active lately, to be like me (^_^), and actually finds the “hamster wheel” effect fun, unlike most folks, so we went to the hotel gym. After walking a while and trying the stationary bike & elliptical machine, she stood behind Logan’s treadmill and watched him for a moment. He was standing on the platforms alongside the belt, adjusting the speed, when outa nowhere she jumped onto the treadmill as I watched in slo-mo horror. I could see the “oh my god, I have made an enormous error” look on her face as she bounced horribly away off the back of the machine, and she was hyperventilating when I rushed over to see if she was alright. Luckily, the physical damage was minimal—abrasion on her chin, friction rash on her belly and thighs, a little bruising on her palms—but Christ almighty, I have several more grey hairs underneath this platinum bleach job now. I avoided both laughing at the absurdity of the situation and the shouty WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU fear-induced overreaction, and asked her what her reasoning was. Apparently, she was inspired by OK Go’s “Here It Goes Again” video and just a general lack of cause-and-effect thinking, as is the custom of those who are nearly 12 years old. Alas. Nearly 12 or not, I think she got the message and shan’t be repeating the incident.
Virginia seems like a really nice place so far. The weather is pleasant, especially coming away from Florida’s humidity-enhanced oven heat, and everyone has been friendly and chatty. I hope this is a good sign of things to come.
I am surprised we all made it through the trip, as Logan & his brother had both gotten very little sleep and had to drive for much longer than was probably safe (because I can’t drive and therefore cannot spell em at the wheel), but I think the decision to rent a bigger car and have Lil Bro drive our sedan was a great one. Once the kitties realized that they weren’t going to be boxed up, had all of their amenities (litter, food, toys set up in the back of a van with the seats folded down), and weren’t going to the vet, they settled down wonderfully for the drive. Sam actually spent the majority of the drive curled up happily in my lap! I give that an exclamation point because Sam has not once been a lapcat since she joined our family over 6 years ago. I was so happy I could just cry (even if my poor leg went to sleep because she’s a big fat loaf).
We rested and got some grocery staples (read: real coffee & half n half) for our hotel kitchenette today, and tomorrow, we begin following up on all our home leads. Crossing my fingers we find a winner fast!
I’ve been to countless shows in my lifetime, but the Wiggles concert I took the Minis to was probably the best concert experience I’ve ever had. You can really tell, by the way they perform and the energy they exude, that the dudes are great friends and genuinely enjoy what they do. You know how being in a room full of negative folks can rub off on you and affect your mood? This was the complete opposite situation—the theatre was so full of positive energy and joy that I left with a big grin on my face that stayed for a while.
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