I have come to really loathe Saturdays. That’s right. The day of the week that is supposed to be the most awesome. The day that is supposed to be filled with fun and friends or the couch and the remote. Well, not for me. I have to work. I have to drag my ass out of bed at 5am on a day that was specifically made for sleeping in and come sit in this office for 9 hours. Yeah! Nine hours!!! It’s not that I’m in here laboring away on some intense physical work or anything……it’s quite the opposite. There is NOTHING to do here on a Saturday. I’m the only one in the office, so it’s brutally quiet and I’m just plain BORED!!!!!! Not to mention that every other person I know is off on this day…..out playing with the dogs and going to ZombieCon and drinkin’ cool refreshing adult beverages….. Oh, and not to mention the fact that my Friday night is totally a wash too because I have to get up so damn early on Saturday! Ok. I’m done whining. Did that clock stop moving……..?
Monthly Archives: October 2010
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I like living in the city. No….. I love it! More specifically, I love living in Seattle. How did we end up here? The same way Bruce and I end up doing most things; a random thought that turned into an idea that turned into a suggestion that turned into actuality. We were approaching our 3rd year of living in Bullfrog, Utah (What? Never heard of Bullfrog?? Well that’s a whole other story) and one day at work I met Bruce outside for a smoke. It was one of those days where it’s not really a bad day, but not really a good day…..just kind of……blaahhhh. It was also the off season where things are really slow at Bullfrog (it’s a seasonal operation) and the remoteness can start getting to you. So Bruce just randomly says to me, “We should go somewhere…..maybe just throw the dog in the truck and drive up to Seattle or something.” Hmmm…..what’s that you say? Seattle? I’m listening. Once it was out there it was all I could think of. I had never been to Seattle. I was intrigued. From that moment on it seems that it was all I could think of. I can’t tell you how many hours I piddled away at work googling all things Seattle. The more I learned the more I liked. After a few weeks and more reasearch we decided that it would be better to find someone to watch after The Murph and the kitties and just fly up there. So I did it. I booked the tickets from Salt Lake City to Seattle for the first week in March. I should probably also mention that we were pretty much over the whole Utah scene and this would not only be a getaway, but also a “let’s check out some houses” trip as well. The trip was awesome! The weather was great the whole time we were there. We were in love. As with all vacations, they seem to end too soon and before we knew it we were back in, ick, Utah. (Sorry, sometimes I throw up in my mouth a little bit when I think about the fact that we ever lived there) So, it was decided. We wanted to live in Seattle. The only question was, when would we make our departure? It didn’t end up being our choice. The half-witted douchebags at Park Service that we were forced to co-exist with at Bullfrog made up our minds for us just a few weeks later. They pissed us off for the last time and we were out of there! We packed up and headed out. Not directly to Seattle, though. We went to Colorado and hung around with the fam for about 2 months while we regrouped and strategized. At the beginning of June we picked up our moving truck and headed out; Bruce driving the rental and towing the boat and me with our pickup truck and the animals. We officially landed on our new doorstep in the Emerald City on June 3rd. Considering how randomly the whole Seattle thing started, things have worked out quite well for us here. We’ve found jobs, made friends and are loving exploring our new city. I can’t say whether we’ll be here for a year, five years or forever. What I can say is that we are here now and we are happy.
When it comes to designer handbags, I have to admit, I have never really understood the craze; the obsession with the “label”. I watch it on the TV and in the movies and think it’s pretty sweet (thank you Sex & the City) but in reality, it’s not really my thing. $2000 for a vessel to transport my cigarettes, $70 cell phone, a bus pass, some chewing gum and a checkbook for an account that has only a fraction of that amount in it??? I think not. I can certainly think of about a hundred better ways to spend that kind of money. Can you say down payment on a boat? So, when the opportunity to buy a genuine Louis Vuitton handbag for $75 fell in my lap, I took it. (I have a friend in the pawn business) Here’s where the trouble starts. I am now walking around in my thrift store jeans, 10 year old Harley Davidson boots and hand -me- down sweaters…….sporting an $1100 handbag. Hmmmm…….how can I fix this? I know! Shopping! Yes, a new pair of heels here, a few new sweaters there and the real cost of owning such an item begins to emerge. A handbag is an accessory, right? Nope. Not when it’s a Louis. ‘IT’ is now wearing ‘ME’ as an accessory and I am making it look bad. So if you’ll excuse me, I have some shopping to do.