Derping Around

Hubby and I, in our excitement to move to KC, tried to rush the kitties through their toilet training. If I haven't mentioned that we're literally training them to use the people potty, then I should explain: the all-too-clever "they" have created a litter box that sits over/inside the toilet bowl, and the seat comes down over top to form a perimeter around the litter box. The cats are supposed to get used to 1. The climb up to the throne and 2. Having the seat down and slightly in their way. Over time, the litter box gets smaller and smaller by taking rings out of the center until the litter box becomes a litter ring and then nothing--it's gone completely, and there's nothing but the seat for kitty to balance on. This eliminates the scooping, the sweeping of scattered litter, and, most importantly, the smell--all with one simple flush. So, we decided to take take the center ring out of the litter box a bit prematurely causing the cats' brains to melt which then caused them to go everywhere but where they should, their favorite being the tub followed closely by the carpet. Unfortunately for our friends, we left town to take some Christmas ornaments, old clothes, and board games to Kansas, leaving them to clean up everything in the bathroom we locked them in, even the sink and the door. We haven't seen these friends since we got back; I hope it's nothing to do with the special bit of hell we left them with.

The cats are just now starting to use the litter box as something other than a bed or a way to the counter. Baby steps.

I'm headed to Kansas again this weekend because I've managed to leave behind not just my Pirates of the Caribbean game but my toothbrush, computer, clothes, and hubby's school books. In the mean time, I'm still looking for a job, and I'm watching Firefly on Hulu.

Missed it by that much

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How Do I Get Out of This White Void?

I recently rediscovered The Last Scene. Watch 1-3, the fourth and fifth ones seem to be lacking.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzE4Mhn7pgI

I feel a strong connection to Daniels, or maybe even Shelly, in that "lost-in-despair-and-dead-end-job-or-perhaps-just-straight-up-killed-by-gargoyles" kind-of way. I'm sure everyone is familiar. So, to distract myself of this "I-have-a-degree-and-I'm-not-using-it" feeling, I'm going to quit my job, move away from my best friends and family, move in with my sister and her friends (mmmhmm, that's what I thought too), and pound the pavement looking for something else to do and hopefully some new friends. Aaron's coming too.

So...

In other news, I've (we've) decided to move. We're moving out of my precious Iowa City and heading out West. Cowboy dreams come true! Unfortunately, there isn't 4G in Kansas City (MO or KS), so my brand new, totally awesome Droid Charge is pretty useless, especially when Verizon doesn't seem to exist in America's Bread Basket, and I'm 1x-ing almost everywhere. Also, despite the fact that I have applied to almost twenty different places, I still don't have a job lined up, and hubby doesn't want to transfer to a store down here because his entire paycheck would probably go toward the gas it would take to drive there and back everyday, unlike his ten-minute commute in Iowa City. On the bright side, my sister is thrilled and her roommate is excited to play with the cats.

The countdown is t-28 days for me. t-December 16th for the boy. I'm eager to get out of retail before I have to work another Day After Thanksgiving or another Christmas and New Years. I'm crossing my fingers for something, I think you should too. My sister is telling me, instead, about a birthday party for her friend. We're having a bake-off or a bake-sale or a clam-bake or something. She said he likes cookies, cake, authentic Chinese food, cheeseburgers, lasagna, pizza cupcakes, bean burritos, lobster bisque, jell-o, green eggs and ham, here or there (or anywhere, really), meat, etc etc. I told her I know how to make fruit pizza. Other than the job thing, my biggest concern is probably where I'm going to put my bed. The upstairs of the house, recently dubbed "Married Couple Zone," is a small office-like room, a skinny hallway with the smallest closet of a bathroom you've ever seen, and then a longer, slightly wider, hallway of a play room for small children under three feet tall with one, sad window at the far end that beckons for you to stare out and yearn for yearning's sake with no actual closets in sight aside from an almost inaccessible crawlspace to store dead bodies and Christmas ornaments. It's the ceiling that really gets me, though. The ceiling and walls are shaped like half a stop-sign: flat on the top, then two angles, then the walls going up and down, then straight across for the floor. My 6-foot-tall husband almost hits his head in the tall part, and the slanted parts of the ceiling block off the rest of the room unless you're, like I said, under three feet tall. If we put the bed in the office, it's over my sister's room. If it's just inside the long room, it's over her roommate's bed, if it's on the far end by the window, it's over the porch. Married Zone overhead of everyone. Dilemma. 

In the end, the goal is to make it to Colorado. Maybe we should just suck it up and move to Denver rather than stopping half way. Difficult to say. 

Birthday Eve

Art history and crock pot pork chops, that's a day for a winner. Also, I mixed in just a little more laundry, the Legend of Ron Burgandy, mucho kitty-snuggle, and the over due decision to take dairy off the list of okay dietary choices for hubby along with the beans. Milk was a bad choice.

And there you have it: little bit of the honeymoon, the car, fruit pizza, and, of course, the kids, Zooey and Neil Patrick Harris. I hope Barack is holding on.
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Too Much Has Happened Recently to Fit in One Post

The last time I wrote was before everything happened. Literally. My name isn't even the same anymore. Let's see-- got married, went on a honeymoon, school started for the love of my life which also means school started for me [(even though I graduated in May) otherwise Art History would have been dropped a long time ago], we adopted--twice!, hubby is transferring schools in a few months, and the writing on the windows of my car saying "Just Married" is still as clear as day despite the rain and my hopes it will rinse off before I have to clean it. And, oh!, I have also learned how to make fruit pizza which is much less healthy than regular pizza and probably the reason it is so delicious. Furthermore, our water bill has gone down this month, so today I'm washing every piece of clothing we own to put that bill right back up where it belongs, and I know now not to feed the boy beans more than one day in a row and not expect to pay. Also, don't think the need to wash all the clothes has anything to do with the bean comment, just one non-sequitur after another.