I have been awake for the past hour. Whatever. I can take a nap tomorrow, but my poor husband! Oh, wait. That's right. You are reading this in your own home at a decent hour of the day.
So on Saturday night, one of our neighbors' apartments was apparently the hoppin' place to be in Ypsilanti at three in the morning. David and I both woke up and had a hard time getting sleep, but, you know, it was the weekend; we get it. We aren't just old fogies. We get it.
We don't so much get it for a late Wednesday night/Thursday morning.
But because we can only hear the bass, I can't locate it. And that really pisses me off.
I would try to show emotion by adding italics or caps or bold or something, but I am already going back every other word to respell stuff because I am so blooming tired.
It literally sounds like it is coming from everywhere.
Like a bad horror movie.
Why?
Why?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
This weekend
Friday: Neither David nor myself can remember what we did on Friday. We remember Wednesday, Thursday but we can't remember Friday. So feel free to make up some fun adventure for us to have gone on. Best adventure wins.
Saturday: We were productive first thing in the morning. We went to Sam's to do some shopping and sampling. Turns out, the Sam's here doesn't start their sampling stuff until closer to eleven-thirty and we were already done and just ready to get out of there by then. Next we picked up a couple things from David's old house, namely his grills and our new kitchen table (our old kitchen table is now my desk). I internetted while David, manly man that he is, put our table together. Then we headed out to Toledo to go on a Dillard's shopping spree. It was a lot of fun. We had 458 so dollars to just go crazy with. We bought our two place settings of china that we had returned so they could avoid the move, a crystal vase (that was fifty percent off!), some beautiful bedding (that was seventy-five percent off!), a few shirts, a few kitchen gadgets, and some disappointing Pyrex that we will take back if we ever go to Toledo again. We came home and unloaded everything. David threw a pizza in the oven while I made the bed with our beautiful new bedding. I had been starving so that pizza was the best thing I had ever tasted. Thank you, Digiorno.
Next we brought out a sheet and a couple blankets to the front room and built a fort. It was a lot of fun. I remember building tents and forts when I was a kid, having no concept at all of maybe breaking this or possibly ruining that. I just went with it; no big deal. And my tents were awesome. It was slightly harder being a grown up, but I tried to ignore that chiding and reasonable voice my head for the building process and it worked out just fine.
Then we crawled underneath and called Jerra and Claysen and Max on the webcam. It was really fun to talk to them. Jerra is such a cutie. But we told them we were in a fort and when they come and visit us, we can al build a fort and eat pizza and candy! Jerra "Oh my"ed and giggled and clapped her hands. Max made monkey noises at us and Claysen was just laying back, too sick to be very responsive or excitable. Then we hung up and snuggled under blankets and watched cartoons like The Tick, Futurama, Harvey Birdman and the Venture Brothers. It was a lot of fun. Eventually we got too tired - and I was too cold - to stay in the fort much longer. We crawled into our bed and I oohed and ahhed over how wonderful our bedding was and David just grunted at me. Turns out he doesn't get the whole bedding thing. Oh, well.
Sunday: David made me waffles first thing in the morning and I made some bacon and we enjoyed a nice little breakfast together. We just lazed around the house for the rest of the morning because our church doesn't start until 1 o' freaking-clock. Church was good. The first speaker was a cute girl but she was very nervous. It was nice though. We sat through Sunday school like champs and then split up for third hour stuff. Relief Society let out before Priesthood and I sat, waiting on him. When he came out he told me the bishop wanted to see us. Long story short, I was called to be Young Women's secretary and he was asked to be Elder's Quorum secretary. The bishop told us first thing that we had made quite a splash because everyone wanted us to be on their whatever. I can just see it "I want the new people who aren't completely burnt out of being ___." We accepted even though we hung our heads in the car. I think this means I might have to do something for girls' camp this summer. I don't know how to spell the awful face I am making while thinking of that.
And that was our weekend. Hope y'all's was comparably good, but not better. Because no one should be better than me! Aw, I'm just kidding ya. You're great.
Saturday: We were productive first thing in the morning. We went to Sam's to do some shopping and sampling. Turns out, the Sam's here doesn't start their sampling stuff until closer to eleven-thirty and we were already done and just ready to get out of there by then. Next we picked up a couple things from David's old house, namely his grills and our new kitchen table (our old kitchen table is now my desk). I internetted while David, manly man that he is, put our table together. Then we headed out to Toledo to go on a Dillard's shopping spree. It was a lot of fun. We had 458 so dollars to just go crazy with. We bought our two place settings of china that we had returned so they could avoid the move, a crystal vase (that was fifty percent off!), some beautiful bedding (that was seventy-five percent off!), a few shirts, a few kitchen gadgets, and some disappointing Pyrex that we will take back if we ever go to Toledo again. We came home and unloaded everything. David threw a pizza in the oven while I made the bed with our beautiful new bedding. I had been starving so that pizza was the best thing I had ever tasted. Thank you, Digiorno.
Next we brought out a sheet and a couple blankets to the front room and built a fort. It was a lot of fun. I remember building tents and forts when I was a kid, having no concept at all of maybe breaking this or possibly ruining that. I just went with it; no big deal. And my tents were awesome. It was slightly harder being a grown up, but I tried to ignore that chiding and reasonable voice my head for the building process and it worked out just fine.
Sunday: David made me waffles first thing in the morning and I made some bacon and we enjoyed a nice little breakfast together. We just lazed around the house for the rest of the morning because our church doesn't start until 1 o' freaking-clock. Church was good. The first speaker was a cute girl but she was very nervous. It was nice though. We sat through Sunday school like champs and then split up for third hour stuff. Relief Society let out before Priesthood and I sat, waiting on him. When he came out he told me the bishop wanted to see us. Long story short, I was called to be Young Women's secretary and he was asked to be Elder's Quorum secretary. The bishop told us first thing that we had made quite a splash because everyone wanted us to be on their whatever. I can just see it "I want the new people who aren't completely burnt out of being ___." We accepted even though we hung our heads in the car. I think this means I might have to do something for girls' camp this summer. I don't know how to spell the awful face I am making while thinking of that.
And that was our weekend. Hope y'all's was comparably good, but not better. Because no one should be better than me! Aw, I'm just kidding ya. You're great.
Our Home
This will be an ongoing blog, but I don't feel like vacuuming yet, so I would like to blog instead.
So our home. It is pretty nice. Often cold, but I haven't finished insulating the windows yet, and the toilet gets blocked a lot (and, yeah, I do know how to unblock a toilet. It's not hard, but I have three plungers in the bathroom telling me that I am stupid.) but those things are pretty easy to fix. We live in a nice, roomy two bedroom apartment with a ton of storage space (except in the bathroom, but I am not complaining. The kitchen is small so it is pretty tight when David and I are both in there, but that just means that I try to have dinner ready before he gets home and I let him do dishes.
What I am most excited about, though, with my new place is decorating it! We have cool lamps and our pretty crystal on display because we don't have kids who will wreck it. The other night we bought curtains. These curtains. We couldn't afford the valence at this time, but I am keeping my eye on them, don't worry. To go with them, this is the rug I would like.
What's that? You think that they are both hideous? Yes. That is correct. And I love them. To best explain my feelings, I give you this video from the great movie The Other Guys.
So I am decorating my living room sarcastically. I love my life.
So our home. It is pretty nice. Often cold, but I haven't finished insulating the windows yet, and the toilet gets blocked a lot (and, yeah, I do know how to unblock a toilet. It's not hard, but I have three plungers in the bathroom telling me that I am stupid.) but those things are pretty easy to fix. We live in a nice, roomy two bedroom apartment with a ton of storage space (except in the bathroom, but I am not complaining. The kitchen is small so it is pretty tight when David and I are both in there, but that just means that I try to have dinner ready before he gets home and I let him do dishes.
What I am most excited about, though, with my new place is decorating it! We have cool lamps and our pretty crystal on display because we don't have kids who will wreck it. The other night we bought curtains. These curtains. We couldn't afford the valence at this time, but I am keeping my eye on them, don't worry. To go with them, this is the rug I would like.
What's that? You think that they are both hideous? Yes. That is correct. And I love them. To best explain my feelings, I give you this video from the great movie The Other Guys.
So I am decorating my living room sarcastically. I love my life.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Ypsilanti
Ypsilanti....It's a strange place. It is very cold right now and very white. Snow everywhere. It is pretty ghetto here too which isn't very different from Daingerfield; it's just more populated here so it is easier to see, I think. I just normally keep a running talley in my head of all the strange things I notice while I am out and about, so I will share that with you and I think that will give you the best picture of my new home.
The roads here are terrible. I guess it's because of all the salt on the roads, but they suck really bad. Pot holes that would take you to China in the MIDDLE OF THE MAIN STREET!!!! And pot holes that were terribly patched up. I cannot describe how awful the roads are. Just imagine the ranch road and then put asphalt on top of it without smoothing it out or anything and that's about right.
The streets make no sense. North Congress is parallel to West Congress, but Congress St is no where near them. Southlawn, Eastlawn, and Northlawn all are perpendicular to Dexter Ave. North Huron and Huron Parkway are on opposite sides of town, but Geddes Avenue and Geddes Street are RIGHT next to each other and go very different places. At main intersections in town NO ROADS ARE LABELED! There are no street signs anywhere unless you are in more residential part of town. But if you are trying to find a business on a MAIN street, there is no street sign.
There are no street lights along the main streets if you aren't at a stop light, and even then, they aren't always guaranteed. So David and I seldom drive after dark simply because you cannot see anything!
There is no post office. Oh, I know if you enter 'US Post Office Ypsilanti MI 48197' into Google, it will give you several addresses, but none of them exist or are possible to get to or are really post offices. One of them is in Meijer!
Also, Meijer. Because up here we don't believe in Wal-Mart. Corporate scumbags, or something, so instead we have Meijer. What is Meijer? you may ask. It's a Wal-Mart.
There is no DMV or County Clerk or anything like that. Instead there is the Secretary of State. No, it's not a person. It is a place. Ours here in Ypsi is just a regular SOS office, but in other places there are SOS Super! Centers. With the exclamation point and everything. I couldn't even make that up.
And, weirdly enough, the people at the Social Security office are really, really nice and helpful! What kind of place is this?!
The roads here are terrible. I guess it's because of all the salt on the roads, but they suck really bad. Pot holes that would take you to China in the MIDDLE OF THE MAIN STREET!!!! And pot holes that were terribly patched up. I cannot describe how awful the roads are. Just imagine the ranch road and then put asphalt on top of it without smoothing it out or anything and that's about right.
The streets make no sense. North Congress is parallel to West Congress, but Congress St is no where near them. Southlawn, Eastlawn, and Northlawn all are perpendicular to Dexter Ave. North Huron and Huron Parkway are on opposite sides of town, but Geddes Avenue and Geddes Street are RIGHT next to each other and go very different places. At main intersections in town NO ROADS ARE LABELED! There are no street signs anywhere unless you are in more residential part of town. But if you are trying to find a business on a MAIN street, there is no street sign.
There are no street lights along the main streets if you aren't at a stop light, and even then, they aren't always guaranteed. So David and I seldom drive after dark simply because you cannot see anything!
There is no post office. Oh, I know if you enter 'US Post Office Ypsilanti MI 48197' into Google, it will give you several addresses, but none of them exist or are possible to get to or are really post offices. One of them is in Meijer!
Also, Meijer. Because up here we don't believe in Wal-Mart. Corporate scumbags, or something, so instead we have Meijer. What is Meijer? you may ask. It's a Wal-Mart.
There is no DMV or County Clerk or anything like that. Instead there is the Secretary of State. No, it's not a person. It is a place. Ours here in Ypsi is just a regular SOS office, but in other places there are SOS Super! Centers. With the exclamation point and everything. I couldn't even make that up.
And, weirdly enough, the people at the Social Security office are really, really nice and helpful! What kind of place is this?!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday
I would like to get around to posting about the wedding and honeymoon and trip up to the cold north, but I am already putting off to many things that need doing for this post, so I will get to it later.
On Sunday, David and I went to the family ward we are now in. Sacrament was nice; the organ was loud, and no one knew the closing hymn, but the talks were nice. After the closing prayer, David chased down the bishop to introduce himself to him again and the bishop invited us both into his office to "get to know" us a little. He asked us about where we were from and all that and our backgrounds in the Church. David explained that he had been around the block on the whole callings thing - EQP, Sunday School teacher, yadda yadda yadda. The bishop looked at me expectantly.
"Well, I was in some committees that single's wards have, but I have never had a big calling...." I looked at David, cringing, "And that was the worst thing I could have said."
The bishop chuckled. Or maybe he didn't. I always like to look back on encounters like this and see myself funnier or more charming than it turns out I really am. Anyway. The bishop began talking about something; I tuned out a little bit, rethinking how dumb it was of me to say I had never had a big calling, until I heard "..but two of the leaders are expecting and will need to be released soon. Is that a place you could see yourself?"
I quickly went back over what he had said.
"We don't have many young women and the presidency is good, but two of the leaders...."
DANGIT!
"Umm," I hate it when I say 'umm,' "Yeah, I think I could."
"It's not a formal calling," David interjected. A statement with just barely the sound of a question to it.
"Right," the bishop agreed. (I just realized I have no idea what my bishop's name is.) "Not a formal calling; just something to think about."
I looked over at David. He was grinning at me like a punk.
The rest of church was good. The Sunday School teacher we had seemed pretty good. On top of things. Relief Society wasn't even very boring, but I still spent most of the time with my head down, sketching, as I listened. After the closing prayer, I was gathering my things and the girl sitting next to me introduced herself to me. I don't remember her name, but I remember that she looked fifteen and stopped by the nursery to gather up one or two little ones. The shocked voice in my head was Jessica's as I thought about how these young girls are having babies! It's crazy.
But I quickly found David by the door and we wasted no time heading out to Lenny. We had chili in the slow cooker after all. We were stopped, though, by a young couple who had chased us down. They introduced themselves as Jackson and Kara, chatted with us about Texas and then invited us to dinner. I, feeling pretty antisocial, try to politely decline, but David happily accepted. I wrote down their names, address, and phone number, and we parted ways.
We stopped by David's lab so he could do some magic to the E.Coli he has been working with, then we went home to change and headed back out to go have dinner with ole Jack and Kara. Another couple and their two kids joined us there. And they were all very nice. And they were all from Salt Lake. Like I said, very nice, but not really our type. I felt so very dry and sarcastic the whole night even though I was on my very best behavior! The girls asked me if I followed such and such recipe blog. Nope. Not this girl.
We did have a really good time, and, who knows, maybe we will hang out more and they will see that they love mine and David's sense of humor and company and we will become great friends. Maybe. Or maybe we will have dinner together a few more times and just call it casual ward buddies.
Also, I have lost my cell phone. I will find it, but if you have been trying to get a hold of me that is why you have been unsuccessful. I am not deliberately ignoring anyone. You can always call or text me at my google number 434-261-BOSS or 434-261-2677. I will gett back to you as soon as I can.
Well, my dryer is done. Better get to it.
On Sunday, David and I went to the family ward we are now in. Sacrament was nice; the organ was loud, and no one knew the closing hymn, but the talks were nice. After the closing prayer, David chased down the bishop to introduce himself to him again and the bishop invited us both into his office to "get to know" us a little. He asked us about where we were from and all that and our backgrounds in the Church. David explained that he had been around the block on the whole callings thing - EQP, Sunday School teacher, yadda yadda yadda. The bishop looked at me expectantly.
"Well, I was in some committees that single's wards have, but I have never had a big calling...." I looked at David, cringing, "And that was the worst thing I could have said."
The bishop chuckled. Or maybe he didn't. I always like to look back on encounters like this and see myself funnier or more charming than it turns out I really am. Anyway. The bishop began talking about something; I tuned out a little bit, rethinking how dumb it was of me to say I had never had a big calling, until I heard "..but two of the leaders are expecting and will need to be released soon. Is that a place you could see yourself?"
I quickly went back over what he had said.
"We don't have many young women and the presidency is good, but two of the leaders...."
DANGIT!
"Umm," I hate it when I say 'umm,' "Yeah, I think I could."
"It's not a formal calling," David interjected. A statement with just barely the sound of a question to it.
"Right," the bishop agreed. (I just realized I have no idea what my bishop's name is.) "Not a formal calling; just something to think about."
I looked over at David. He was grinning at me like a punk.
The rest of church was good. The Sunday School teacher we had seemed pretty good. On top of things. Relief Society wasn't even very boring, but I still spent most of the time with my head down, sketching, as I listened. After the closing prayer, I was gathering my things and the girl sitting next to me introduced herself to me. I don't remember her name, but I remember that she looked fifteen and stopped by the nursery to gather up one or two little ones. The shocked voice in my head was Jessica's as I thought about how these young girls are having babies! It's crazy.
But I quickly found David by the door and we wasted no time heading out to Lenny. We had chili in the slow cooker after all. We were stopped, though, by a young couple who had chased us down. They introduced themselves as Jackson and Kara, chatted with us about Texas and then invited us to dinner. I, feeling pretty antisocial, try to politely decline, but David happily accepted. I wrote down their names, address, and phone number, and we parted ways.
We stopped by David's lab so he could do some magic to the E.Coli he has been working with, then we went home to change and headed back out to go have dinner with ole Jack and Kara. Another couple and their two kids joined us there. And they were all very nice. And they were all from Salt Lake. Like I said, very nice, but not really our type. I felt so very dry and sarcastic the whole night even though I was on my very best behavior! The girls asked me if I followed such and such recipe blog. Nope. Not this girl.
We did have a really good time, and, who knows, maybe we will hang out more and they will see that they love mine and David's sense of humor and company and we will become great friends. Maybe. Or maybe we will have dinner together a few more times and just call it casual ward buddies.
Also, I have lost my cell phone. I will find it, but if you have been trying to get a hold of me that is why you have been unsuccessful. I am not deliberately ignoring anyone. You can always call or text me at my google number 434-261-BOSS or 434-261-2677. I will gett back to you as soon as I can.
Well, my dryer is done. Better get to it.
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