Pulse pounding excitement, or is it just me?
So… um… I’m leaving work in an hour to sign a lease on a tiny one bedroom apartment for me and the critters. And I’m FRAKKING EXCITED! I’ve got a purse full of cash for the deposit (my dad didn’t want to get me cashier’s check at the bank so he just handed me a wad of hundred dollar bills) and my car is already half full of stuff to unpack as the ink dries on the contract.
I can’t wait to take the “before” pictures and then to get settled in and decorate and take “after” pictures and then put them up here on the internet for all of you, my lovely readers, to see.
I’ve got a kick-ass color scheme in my head the primary component being pink. You’re so surprised I’m sure.
What else?
Oh, yeah! I got a little thing called a raise today. A whole $2.30 an hour! Frak-yeah! Do you know what this means? I’ll actually be able to grocery shop at the grocery store rather than the canned food outlet! Today is a good day.
Feeling like Balki Bartokomous
Remember that TV show from the 80’s, Perfect Strangers? Balki had this crazy Happy Dance whenever something good happened.
I feel like this whole week has been one giant Happy Dance. Did I tell you I’m moving out of my parents house? I might have mentioned it a couple of days ago. Just in case you missed it, I’M MOVING OUT!
I sign the lease on Friday at 3:00. I can then begin moving my massive amounts of crap into the tiny one-bedroom apartment that will be mine-all-mine for the next twelve months.
Gotta go update my Target and Bed Bath & Beyond wish lists and imagine the room arrangements of my new place.
Linky-linky
I’ve updated my blogroll. Added a few new ones and deleted some that haven’t been posting. Go check them out and tell them I sent ya!
Changes are afoot!
Meet the new horsie!
Originally uploaded by thewritegirl2003.
Meet our new family member: Bubba/Nip. I think we should call him Nip, my dad wants to call him Bubba. I hope I win.
In other news… dun-dun-dun-dun: I’m moving out!
I got the news this afternoon I passed the criminal check and more importantly the credit check.
Looks like I’ll be getting some exercise this weekend.
Holy LOST!
Did you watch last night? I don’t want to say too much because I know I have some readers who are a bit behind. We finally find out what/who put Locke in a wheelchair. The “accident” itself was more surprising than who caused it.
Next week looks awesome too. Someone dies and we find out that a couple of the Losties are actually others. I wonder who they could be? Niki and Paulo maybe?
According to the previews of next week it looks like Sun is putting her big-girl-panties on and confronting Sawyer about the time he had Charlie kidnap her. Which makes me think it will be Charlie we’re saying good-bye to.
I LOVE the internet!
I was going about my usual morning routine of filing invoices and reading my favorite blogs when I navigated over to Schnozzfest. I was reading her latest blog, and enjoying it, of course, when I noticed a little pink box in her sidebar. It blinked a little and said “Schnozz is online.” I had to say hello. Right?
I told her I loved her blog, and she told me I was her first meebo contact! How cool is that? I’ve only been reading her blog for a couple of months now, so it’s not like I’m her oldest fan or anything. But it was still cool. We chatted for a few minutes, but because I was at work and my boss/Dad doesn’t really approve of me chatting when there is work to be done, I had to sign off.
The moral of this story is: the Internet is cool, and so are bloggers!
P.S. You totally have to IM me if I’m online!
Tan lines in Winter
I LOVE CALIFORNIA!
There. I said it. And I mean it.
Do you want to know what I’ve done this week?
I’ve been swimming! It’s March. It’s Winter (for a couple more days anyway).
It started out as a joke between my dad and I over the weekend. Sunday was sunny and warm and we were out by the pool watching my mom flitter around scrubbing spots the sweeper had missed.
I joked, “Dad, I dare you to just jump in.”
“You go first,” he said.
“I’ll go if you go,” I challenged.
“Yeah, right Roy!” he laughed, walking away.
That seemed to be the end of it. Until Tuesday. I ended up driving all over creation for work, and when I glanced down at the little thermometer on my car’s dash it read 83 degrees. I was feeling a little warm, the sun beating down on me through the windshield, my black shirt absorbing the heat making the air conditioner almost useless.
By the time I got home I was determined to investigate the pool. A quick call to my Grandad later I was ankle-deep in the freezing water while he sat by the side of the pool with the dogs as my official lifeguard. It only took a few more minutes to force myself down the the next step and found myself knee-deep this time. The next step brought the water up to the tops of my thighs, and soon, my waist.
With a little goading from Granddad, I finally dipped down and let the water get as high as my chin. IT WAS COLD. I made my way over to the thermometer attached to the side and it read 68 degrees. Not too bad. But after a few doggy-paddled laps across the shallow end I was ready to lay out on the warm concrete to dry.
I went again on Thursday, Friday and today. Each time staying in a bit longer, swimming underwater and basically, having a ball.
I love California.
PS I totally have tan lines now!
Plotting along
Remember how I was itching to get back to writing something? Well, I decided to just start. I’m taking a slightly different approach this time though. This time I won’t be flying by the seat of my pants with no thought to where the story is going to end up. This time I’m plotting it all out before I begin to write the actual narrative.
So far I’ve written out to chapter 8. I have a ways to go. But I’m excited.
Now what?
I spent my whole Sunday fidgeting impatiently wondering why I wasn’t writing. As the walls of the house started closing in on me I realized I needed to get out. It didn’t matter where as long as it didn’t cost very much money.
Where did I end up? Back at Panera, sitting at my regular table in the far back. I usually sit back there because it is quiet and there are a nice number of electrical outlets to plug my trusty MacBook into. I felt quite naked without my bright pink lap-top bag and the glowing white computer blocking me from the curious stares of people on their way to the bathrooms. Luckily I had thought ahead and brought along a book as well as a notebook to begin plotting my next literary masterpiece.
I was enjoying reading Can You Keep a Secret for the umpteenth time as I ate my lunch. But as soon as I’d speared that last leaf of lettuce and refilled my Diet Pepsi I began to fidget again. My fingers were itching for the keys of my computer. They didn’t know what to do with themselves now that they weren’t on a deadline.
I’ve had an idea percolating in the back of my mind for the last week and a half. I kept putting off writing it out because I NEEDED to finish what I was working on. Now that I’ve finally got the time to start I seems to have developed a slight case of Page-Fright (Can I trademark that? I think I just invented a new phobia). The blank screen/page of notebook paper just staring up at me waiting for a new character to be born and her world created just makes me want to take a nap.
I know I’ll get started. I just have to take the first step.
I can do this…
Good times…
I just had a great day.
My very good friend, Teach, is getting married next month. Today was her Bridal Shower. It was hosted by her god-mother in a lovely house in San Francisco. I volunteered to drive some of us the 90 miles into the city. It was so nerve wracking. Not only did we have to cross the Bay Bridge (you know the double-decker one that collapsed in 1988?) twice but we also got a little lost. MapQuest directions plus the streets of San Fransisco? Not a great combination.
Luckily, while we were stopped at a light, I remembered that I have a navigational system on my cell phone! I’ve only used it once before and it worked wonderfully. With the help of my co-pilot I entered in the destination address before the light changed to green. What was the first thing it told me to do? “Make the first legal U-turn.” Good thing I checked or we might still be driving around the city.
Write Girl, Wrong Place 