Lately

I am more busy right now than I've ever been.  It's fantastic.

For the past two weeks my days (Mondays and Wednesdays, anyhow) have typically been going like this: wake up, get to MHC by 8:30, work until I take my lunch break at 2:00, run across the street to SHF and do as much work as I can in about 45 minutes, go back to MHC and finish out my day there, head back to SHF a little before 6, do my work there until about 7, hit the elliptical for 40(ish) minutes, and by then it's 8 PM and Jerbs is getting off work so I pick her up and head home.  It makes for roughly 12 hour days.  It's kind of nice but exhausting.  Fortunately next week should be a little easier because the billing cycle (ie super busy time) at SHF is pretty much done.

I got sick at work on Thursday.  A pharm rep had brought pizza for lunch, and I had a couple slices, and it just didn't agree with me.  I ended up leaving around 2, coming home, and not being able to keep down anything but water and crackers for the rest of the night.  Lovely.

But today was Saturday, and Jerbs was off, and I didn't have to go to either of my jobs, and it was rainy and cool out . . . basically a perfect set up for a day.  Jerbs and I had lunch, ran some errands, went to the mall and played with kittens at the adoption center there (because we're 5), took the dogs to the pond and let them run around, and watched Mean Girls on Netflix.  Life is good.

Kittens!  The two chasing the toy are flame point siameses, the one on the far right
is an orange and white DSH.  Her name is Strawberry.  Best hour of the day.

Monsoon-y evening at the pond.  It's a little blurry because I was holding Hollie's
leash and she was pulling to get to the ducks.

Today Sucked

Today was just one of *those* days.  In the bad way.  It just flat out sucked.  No other way to say it.

(This is your official TMI warning.  I'm going to talk about my lady part issues in a second).

First, I'm on my period.  Which basically means this whole past week was bad what with PMSing.  This particular cycle's symptoms have been some weepiness and exhaustion.  Seriously, this whole past week, no matter how much sleep I got/how well I slept, I was just too tired to get much done.  Work was miserable and I hardly got to work out (and I did OK diet wise and I really wanted to exercise).  So just . . . yeah.  I was most definitely looking forward to the weekend.

Which brings us to today.

I woke up earlier than intended thanks to vicious cramps, and by the time they faded (after I took an obscene amount of ibuprofen), it was too late to go back to sleep.  So I thought whatever, and got dressed, because I needed to go to the bank.

In the process of leaving the house I grabbed my purse and discovered that one of the cats had pooped in it during the night.  IN my purse.  IN it.  And it was runny.  And it was all over basically everything in my purse.  I had to throw out the purse, my wallet, my daily pill thingy, two tubes of chapstick, a couple of hair clips, and a whole bunch of receipts.  Needless to say I was not thrilled.  At all.  I fought the urge to throw said cat off of our balcony.  (Note: I dug out one of my old purses and am using it for now, and Jenny bought me new chapstick and a new wallet).

I got home from the bank and change into a pair of sweats that were lying on the floor of my closet, and they were covered in cat pee.  (Seriously, the cats here hate me).

Picked Jerbs up from work and went to PetSmart to buy spray refill for Max's no bark collar.  For whatever reason the spray refills are locked up with the bark collars so you have to have a manager get it out for you.  Well, I had a cashier page someone over once, we waited about ten minutes, then Jerbs asked her to call again, and we waiting about 15 more minutes.  By that point I'd absolutely had it (customer service is NOT THAT DIFFICULT), so I told the cashier we were still waiting, to just forget about sending someone over, and that we'd be going to PetCo.  She apologized and I flat out told her it was their loss.  Which makes me sound bitchy, I know, but I don't screw around with bad customer service BS anymore.  (And we did go to PetCo, where we got the spray in like 5 minutes, and found a killer deal on cat litter.  Plus Max was ecstatic that he got to go to TWO stores in one day, so that was good).

While I was out and about with my emergency replacement purse, my water bottle leaked in it, soaking my phone and keys and debit card . . . so freaking annoying.

We got home and I was showing Jerbs how wedge make up sponges work and I inadvertently rubbed my eye with one she'd had in her mouth.  So I got Jerbs spit on my face.  Lovely.  Why she was chewing on it I have no idea.

And finally, a little while ago, I went to the bathroom and was going to remove my nail polish while I peed (I don't care if anyone thinks that's gross or judges me, peeing is boring and I like multi-tasking, K?)  So I had the nail polish remover, open, on the edge of the tub, and I flushed the toilet because there was tissue with make up on it in there.  And the toilet overflowed, and by the time I was able to grab the plunger the bathroom had mostly flooded.  AND in trying to get to said plunger I knocked over the nail polish remover which spilled on one of the rugs.  Now tomorrow I get to wash a big load of towels and rugs along with my normal laundry.  Fabulous.

So yeah.  I'm about done.

And with that in mind, I am going to go to bed, and get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow will be a better, more productive day.

Seriously, though, Saturdays aren't supposed to suck.

A Great Saturday

Today I bought a bed!

Isn't that exciting?  It doesn't sound too thrilling, I know, but I'm stoked about it!

That wasn't the only good part about today, though.

First, I actually woke up at a fairly normal time today . . . it was actually still morning and not afternoon, which is pretty rare for me on a day off.  Then I found a lucky penny while I was walking to the bus stop.  That sounds pretty lame too, but I'm kind of obsessed with symbols of good luck, and I get very excited whenever I find a lucky penny.  And just FYI, pennies are only lucky if they're heads up when you find them.  (Jerbs doesn't believe me but it's totally true).

Then I bought a bed.  I went to this little mattress store that's in the same plaza as Michael's/JoAnn's.  It's kind of out of the way, but I'd called them before I went and they had a good price for a twin mattress set.  Of course I went back and forth on it the whole way there because that's just what I do.  I went with the cheapest one they had ($149), and it's actually a really nice bed for the price.  I was a little surprised at the quality.  At one point the conversation with the sales people came to why I was purchasing a bed, and I told them the truth--that I had moved up here after a bad break up and was sick of sleeping on the floor.  Well, later, as I was going to pay and arrange delivery, the guy asked where it needed to be delivered to.  I told him it was across town, and he said that normally they charge $40 for deliver, but that since I "needed a break" he'd do it for $20.  I told him that would be fantastic!  Isn't that awesome?  I mean, I felt a tid bit guilty because there's a lot more to the whole  break up story than that but still . . . I've spent a lot of time crying and healing over it so why shouldn't I benefit a little from the sob story?

Then I went into Michael's because I wanted to buy a tote bag--something I can decorate myself and use to carry my workout stuff with me to work, since I intend to start doing that very soon.  The one I wanted was $6.99 but the cashier scanned this random coupon for me and it ended up costing like $4.

And then I found another lucky penny!

All in all, not a bad Saturday.

Plus I had Mexican food with Jerbs, which is always fun.

My bed will be here Tuesday and I can't wait!  Look at me making grown up purchases and stuff . . . it's a little crazy.