arial was/is a hoarder

12 Jun

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The answer is “no” Ariel, it isn’t neat.  Sure, you had to move your stuff from the bottom of the ocean to a castle but I’m guessing Daddy Triton had some kind of magic that made that super easy.  Not to mention, she was collecting trash and she could get all shiny new snarfblatts once she became a princess.  Now, try rolling out all of your stuff into a trailer and tell me how great your “whoseits and whatsits a plenty” really are!

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what “whoseits and whatsits a plenty” really looks like

 

And since Mary Poppins was a big liar and my stuff doesn’t magically march into boxes and zip on home, a moving appartus was necessary.

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this was my original plan.. after 3 1/2 hours of massive panic I found a new plan.  It’s a long story

So yeah, Ariel, having loads of stuff is fun for a while and then when moving time come along suddenly, not so much fun.  My original plan was to leave on June 15th.  Then a job possibility opened up and I decided to leave on June 10th.  Now, I keep pushing may leave dates day by day.  Because seriously, packing and moving are massively anxiety ridden!  HOWEVER, I will probably leave on the 15th so I am right on time!

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the t-rex was packed – obviously

I’ve given away a ton of stuff already and now I’ve got piles of even more donations.  I’ve also been selling a few things.  Not as much as I would’ve liked but selling stuff actually takes more effort and time than I anticipated.  Now I have 3 or 4 things I really want to sell and the rest is going to a local mission.

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this is only the beginning

I keep packing – Wahoo!  Then I look around and it FREAKS me out!  I’m a natural accumulator of things and I don’t know what I’m doing.  People keep saying, “just throw things in a box” but I’m not really sure what this means.  Maybe I’m being too intentional with my packing but I’m working with a small amount of space so I feel like I have to be.

What is the purpose of this post?  There isn’t one.  It’s not a super stellar, but it allows for a bit of procrastination and venting before finishing the kitchen.  Yep, I should’ve started earlier.  I didn’t think it would take as long as it does.  I completely underestimated how my stuff multiplies like gremlins!

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all of my stuff mocking me

Alright Amy out – gotta get this business DONE.  I did have one brilliant idea; I’m going to hire movers to move my stuff from my apartment to the trailer which is 3 mins away by truck.  Then they will pack it up… yep a brilliant plan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the amy moving chronicles

30 May

First thing, I will only utilize the third person narrative in my titles for the upcoming series.  I can’t do it for entire blog post since I would feel slightly pretentious.  Just wanted to get the record straight.  Also, this is the first in what is going to be quite the series/saga, so prepare yourselves to see variations of this title for a few weeks.

A month ago, I put in my resignation.  Way back in the day, I detailed how it was time to make some major life changes.  In fact, I’ve touched on this in multiple posts but in truth turning these words into a reality was difficult.  I got sidetracked by work and my own anxiety and failed to make any real progress toward the life changes.  After the holidays, I was more committed than ever to move back to WA or OR to be closer to my family.

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seriously – who wouldn’t want to rejoin this nutty bunch!

Officemate had also been on the hunt for a change and moved away in Feb sans job, although one hovered on the horizon.  Maybe this was what gave me a touch of courage.  Or maybe it was that I was allowing too many excuses get in the way of making a final decision.  Whatever it was, I said I was going to move and started job searching.

Well, I’m still job searching.  When I realized job searching is/was more difficult from 2500 miles away than I anticipated, especially when changing fields all together, I blurted out I was moving with or without a job.  I’m certain this was a higher power taking over the wheel since I’m still not sure how these words came out of my mouth.  I’m typically more cautious than this.  Three days later I put in my resignation and picked my last of work date.  June 14th.

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pretty excited to rejoin the washingtonians

Fast forward to today and I still don’t have a job and moving day has been moved up to the 11th.  Thankfully, my fam is willing to take Simon and I in as (freeloaders) guests until I land a job, which I fully plan on it only being at the most a month.  And no, I don’t have any plans to be the family mooch, I’ll be a contributing member!  Also today, I’m taking another huge step and am (FINALLY) securing my moving apparatus.  Seriously, this is some nerve-wracking business!  I always planned on hiring a company to load up and move all of my stuff but when it comes down to the dollars and cents, apparently, I’m cheap.  Or completely naive – both on what it would cost to get back to the other side of the country and to how much work is in front of me.  But whatever, it’s done.

It’s weird what steps seem so huge to me.  The first, was making the decision in the first place.  This one is obvious.  The second was the resignation in writing, again pretty clear why this was a big deal.  But the following have sent me through a whirlwind of nerves:  picking my last day of work (it was kind of in my control), setting the date and any details for my farewell gig at work, ordering my moving contraption, selling stuff online (still need to do), trying to figure out how to transport Simon in the car… there are more.  All of these feel so final and it’s a tad overwhelming.  I really feel as though I have absolutely NO IDEA what I’m doing.  Hence the waiting until the last minute on many of these.

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who needs sleep, amiright?!

 

So, today is a good step.  I called my dad for advice because “cubic feet this and cubic feet that” were really getting confusing and I needed some confirmation I was making sound decisions.  I even went ahead and secured my storage at a facility in WA, so at least this was a step in the right direction!  Simon has a giant “pack ‘n play” for his car travels which I’ve set out so he can get used to it, and I’ve scheduled my last hair appt with my favorite stylist <– this was important!  I still have one last doc visit to schedule, Simon needs to see the vet, visit friends, get my car fixed, because surprise! my AC doesn’t work!  Then there is that pesky packing.  I tremble a bit thinking about it.  I know I will pull it together in the end – it’s the German way.  In the meantime, I’ve got lavender/lemon essential oils going in my diffuser to ease my and Simon’s anxiety.  I swear, my little guy has picked up on it and is freaking out right along with me.  We are a pair!

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we all got this shirt for Christmas – trust me, the sentiment is true.

More of the moving saga to come…

where did I go?!

29 Jan

This isn’t a question I think you are asking… more a question I’m asking myself.  Where have I been the last two months?!  I’m not even sure I know the answer.  I miss my blog and the urge to write is making my fingers itch.  So back in the proverbial saddle.  I feel a bit rusty though…

A brief rundown of my what I’ve been doing:

1. The holidays.  I headed back to WA like I do every year.  This was different since it was essentially a “Very Brady Christmas”.  My sister in law and brother in law came from Paris, and these were simply two of the folks joining in on the festivities – there were many others.  I will be honest, I was slightly apprehensive.  It all seemed so BUSY.  Of course, I worried needlessly.  It was an amazing visit.  I will write a full post because my family deserves more than a paragraph in a recap.

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family

2. I greeted the new year with sickness.  I’m thinking this is my new thing.  For the last few years, I’ve come back to MI and within a few days, come down with an ailment.  Planes man… they are flying germ buckets.  I then proceeded to pass along my troubled immune system to office mate.  He has had his revenge though because now he is getting sick AGAIN and I am about a day or two behind him.  The little virus critters are taking hold.  We are passing disease back and forth and I am lysol-ing the entire office.  We share the same phone and same bin of pens.  We are a biology experiment gone wrong (or gone right depending on which tests you are running).

3. Job searching, resume writing and new career finding.  This is definitely one of the biggest changes I’m currently undertaking.  I’ve known for a while this was the direction I was headed but now I’m actually making some progress.  Back to the great Pacific Northwest for me and it includes a career shift.  I’ll miss higher ed but I’m eagerly anticipating a different challenge.  The cross country move, while necessary, is some scary business though!

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4. Work.  Work always seems busy for anyone and everyone I know.

5. Actually cooking!  I have a post that is mostly written on this and I’ve been impressed with myself.  I realized it’s been some time since I was cooking meals and it was having a detrimental effect on my overall eating habits.  A blueberry muffin, blueberries and skinny pop are not the best dinner combination.  I wouldn’t say I committed to cooking dinner, rather I did it one night and then kept going from there.

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I love this dancing tater tot

6. I’m working on talking my sister and brother into doing a sibling 1/2 marathon.  I am slowly convincing them of what an amazing idea this is!  It means I need to get a move on with getting back into shape.  My current shape is more blob-like.  And I have no muscles to speak of.

7. Lastly, I’m still eating ice like mad.  I was doing pretty well with taking some iron pills and then I forgot them over break.  I’ve been a bit of a failure with reincorporating them into my med routine.  This weekend – I’m going to fix this.  I’m going through oh so many cupfuls!

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this is me

An invigorating post, eh?  Really, I needed to finally hit “post” – side note, whenever I say this word, I can hear my Michigan accent.  Very strange.  Happy weekend!

inner thoughts

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I couldn’t decide on a title for this because it really is going to be a bunch of rambling – that probably should be the title.  The following things have been rattling around my brain for the last few days and I need an outlet.  Lucky you!  Of course it’s in list form, silly goose!

1. People who say you either shouldn’t or can’t eat a whole pie by yourself clearly lack ambition.  Trust me.  I am ambitious.  I really don’t know why I don’t make pumpkin pie more often – I love it.  Maybe it has to do with my ambitious nature.

2. Super thankful for my little ice machine.  My normal supplier was closed up for the holiday weekend but “babycakes” (as I affectionately nicknamed her – stolen from Spike, see below) did a great job.  Multiple cupfuls of ice were consumed.

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someone left this was on the ground – ice just WASTED. shameful

3. I had big plans on being productive during this past minibreak.  I wasn’t.  Unless you count powering through a couple of seasons of Flashpoint, which I doubt I should.  TeamSpike forever.

look how cute he is!

4. Have you ever watched so many episodes of a tv show that you get really into the characters?  Seriously, I had to remind myself “these people ARE NOT real!”  Maybe I should have talked to more actual humans…

5. I did not go black friday shopping this year.  I’ve done it for YEARS – back in the day when I was home for Thanksgiving break during college and my mom would drag me out of bed to run through walmart picking up presents for the little cousins and family.  While I kind of felt like I abandoned a tradition, I didn’t need anything.  Not to mention I didn’t want to be mobbed by all of the people and traffic.  Social anxiety saved me money and clutter this year!

6. Monday morning I had the brilliant idea to weigh myself.  I know, WTF was I thinking?!  Nevertheless, I knew it was time to face the numbers.  I haven’t moved much since I ran the marathon.  I should definitely be more than 2 lbs heavier but “thankfully” my ulcer makes it difficult to eat, so you know, silver lining.  Now, I need to get back on the treadmill for some walking, swimming for less impact and continue to strengthen my muscles with the PT exercises.  All of this written out looks a bit overwhelming considering my recent lack of motivation so I am going to break it down into some manageable pieces.

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truth

7. Speaking of ulcer city, two things.  Sad face – I can no longer have my afternoon coffee (well, I managed yesterday but probably not advised).  I’m not kidding when I say, I find a sense of lost in this fact.  I luuuuurve it.  But it kicks up my stomach pains, so to the curb with it.  Next up – happy face – my stomach hurt on Wednesday even though I sort of had the day off BUT I felt better for 3.5 days!  Better than I have in MONTHS.  It was delightful.  Sunday afternoon?  Acid boiled up again.  Stress man… working on some life changes.

That’s all for now.  I have a couple of other random posts on the way and hopefully some kind of aerobic activities to report on in the next few days.  I have every intention of losing these two silly pounds in the next 22 days, so I better get crackin’.  Not to mention, the endorphins, digestion help and the overall good feels that come with being active.

this might count?

this might count?

bits and pieces

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This is one of my new favorite commercials:

Why?  Because as I shared many, many posts ago, my dad convinced a dear family friend, who was a ‘tween at the time, to cut the head off of the party pinata and put it in my bed.  Brilliant.

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LOVE

I bought a bag of the mini Reeses trees as I like the ratio of chocolate to peanut butter.  Some of the other versions of Reeses either have too much peanut butter or not enough.  I take these things very seriously.  I opened one up the other night and found the tree shape to be quite lacking.  I seem to remember them putting more effort into the shape once upon a time.

Are you familiar with the blog Hyperbole and a Half?  If not, please stop reading mine and go to hers.  Well, in the name of blog self-preservation, you can wait until you’ve finished this post.  Where was I?  Yes, yes… I STRONGLY suggest reading the Kenny Loggins story.  My sister loves it too!  I suggested this to another person and their response was, “do I need to have an extensive knowledge of Kenny Loggins?”.  No.  You don’t.  I’m pretty sure there was some kind of age reference/joke in there since I don’t even know if this 20 yr old knew who Kenny Loggins was/is.

I also love her (the author’s name is Allie) drawings and much like Natalie Dee, I’m sure you’ve seen many of hers and not known who they belong to.  This one?

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Yep, Hyperbole.  One of my current favorite drawings from this post, is below

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this is my screen saver on my phone and computer

Given my obsession with the t-rex and our similarities, I adore this.  I also think there are an array of emotions that can be inferred from this lil’ gal’s face depending on my mood (or yours), so it works for me.

Oh and read the party post, too – again, I laughed and laughed.  In addition to laughing so hard I was crying, I’ve been moved and identified with Allie’s serious posts.  I recommend reading those, too.

Yesterday was a bad ulcer day.  So bad in fact, I was clutching my stomach in pain.  And audibly groaning.  I ended up having to go home for the day.  My favorite “joke” is, Pepto Bismol chewables are the after dinner mint for those of us with ulcers.

this is a decent depiction of how I felt yesterday

Finally, I have this carpet in my living room that NEVER.LAYS.FLAT.  It always ends up scootching its way under my couch since my living room carpet is very thin and there isn’t anything for the area rug to hold onto.  I’ve tried everything to keep it in place.  I’ve tripped a number of times but yesterday morning I hit the ground.  Hard.  Thankfully, I’m short so I didn’t smack my head into the concrete wall!  Nothing really damaged, a few aches and pains but seem to be okay.  My brother, being the supportive type, posted a few of these on my fb page when I shared:

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My family loves me!

Edited to add today’s events:

This morning, I was putting my shoes on when I felt something scratching the back of my thigh.  I scratched it through my pants but it didn’t help.  I thought it might be a tag or something, so I pulled my pants down (sorry for the tmi) and reached back to grab the offending itchy object.  It was not an object, it was this:

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so much hate

No, No, NO!!  I legit YELLED/SCREAMED and flung it.  I hate these stink bugs, so not only did I touch it but it was hanging out in my pants for an undetermined amount of time.  The horror.  I still get the shivers thinking about it.  And I think it might have bit me.

It’s the (un)luck of the Irish, I tell ya…

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16 Nov view from Sacre-Coeur in Paris

Like most people, I was/am saddened by the terrorist attacks – all of them. I feel sorrow and true disgust at the horrific events that don’t seem to end.  The attacks on Paris sent my heart racing.

My brother and sister-in-law live there.  Many of my new friends and my new family live there.  I felt like I got punched in the stomach.  Thankfully, my brother is currently in New York but I panicked thinking of my sister-in-law and the others.  Given my propensity to think the worst (which has increased since my mom passed suddenly in 2011), I was so scared.  I’m beyond grateful my sister-in-law, family and friends overseas, are safe.

this is my SIL, Sabrina in NY with us in 2012

this is my SIL, Sabrina in NY with us in 2012

The anxiety hasn’t completely left me – I know, surprise, surprise.  I woke up today all kinds of out of sorts.  It was going to be a very packed day and it felt daunting.  I was supposed to do a PT session on my own today and this was somehow going to fit into my lunch break, in-between back to back to back meetings.  All of the stomach acid.

I made the executive decision to skip the PT session – I can still fit it in before my actual session on Wednesday.  I was able to catch up on some administrative tasks, which had been sitting on my to do list, taunting me.  I also realized I wanted some comfort food.

and some comfort memories – my dad and I in Paris this summer

Well, I realized it yesterday but I had to work so I had popcorn for dinner instead.  But tonight – tonight I wanted to feed my feelings.  I’ve been craving meat (not chicken or turkey), probably related to my iron deficiency, and I found my way to a stroganoff recipe.  How could I forget about stroganoff?!  I’ve only made it one other time in the last 12 years – crazypants!

I searched pinterest and found a recipe that satisfied my gluten-free needs.  Did you know cream of mushroom soup has wheat in it?  I wasn’t sure it would taste as good without that ol’ standby but I should’ve trusted.  The recipe I used was from Simply Recipes.  This was all homemade and business!

No pictures of my creation because stroganoff doesn’t photograph well.

Also, I ignored the salt recommendations, because I thought I was smarter?  You probably still could if you wanted to but I found I needed to add salt afterward.  I also practically doubled (or maybe more) the paprika because paprika and I are tight.

view from Sacre-Coeur in Paris

The stroganoff hit the spot.  Not only did it satisfy my taste buds but it was nice to go through the routine of cooking.  I haven’t cooked in a long time and making this bad boy was calming.  P.S. Read all of the directions before you start!  I had to scramble a bit.

Tomorrow is another filled to gills work day.  But I will have stroganoff leftovers waiting for me at the end of the day.

My thoughts continue to be with the victims of all of the attacks of this last week and previous ones.  I have so many dear memories from the two weeks I spent in France this summer celebrating my brother’s wedding and it hurts my heart to think of all of this devastation.

ice, ice baby

13 Nov

C’mon, we all knew this title was coming considering I’m currently bewitched by ice.  Besides, if Vanilla Ice can rip off the tune-age, surely I can “borrow” his song title.

creepy and funny

The ice thing… it’s peculiar.  Let me first start with I’m so happy I’m obsessed with ice rather than pica cravings.  Dirt is one of them.  Although, if I was craving huge spoonfuls of dirt, I probably would’ve gone to see a doctor, which still might be advisable.

Brief (sort of connected) story:  when we were little, my brother and I encouraged this little girl who was always at our house to eat a GIANT spoonful of sand.  We didn’t shove it down her throat, it was more of a dare, so not completely our fault.  We also dared her to lick a slug once.  I know we sound like terrible tyrants but she was a mean little kid.  She dropped our puppy from the top of a slide and poor Muffy had a concussion.  The image of Muffy bleeding still pulls on my heartstrings so I give little mind to the dirt and slug business.

she shouldn’t have hurt Muffy

Okay, back to current day… the ice situation has intensified, even since I last mentioned it.  It’s been going on for a solid month and half now.  It started off as a cup with a lot of ice and about 1/2 full of Sierra Mist.  I don’t like drinking regular pop but the world is against diet sierra mist/diet 7 Up/diet gingerale – at least in pop machines.  I realized I rather enjoyed the ice after I drank the pop.  The next day, same scenario but less pop.  The day after, who needs pop?!  It was all ice from there.

I’m at the point now where I am planning my day around how, when, where I can get some ice.  We have a fridge ice machine in our main office but the ice tastes funky if not in a flavored beverage (i.e. in my other love, coffee).  So this is out.  I have a main place I get it and when I do, I get multiple cups filled to the brim so I can have it for later.  Of course now there is my personal ice machine.  I eat A LOT of ice in a day my friends.

this is what I would look like as a blob one-eyed person

I am almost a week into my new iron supplements.  I have a feeling, even if the crazy ice need subsides, some of it has/will become habitual.  When I dislocated my thumb 8 years ago, I was in a cast for 8 weeks.  I still do certain things the same way as when I had to modify actions to accommodate my beast of a cast.  But I’m hoping the whole planning my day around ice abates.  I am not a very patient person, so I want results now.  Last night I had another almost passing out moment so it seems the iron needs a bit of encouragement.  Go iron pills go!  And dad, you should probably start making some ice now for my impending holiday visit!

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