This past week made me realize if you want something, you should totally go for it.
Normally, I love my job. Some things have happened in the last few weeks that have made me not love it....in fact, at moments, I can't wait to leave. Things have gotten better, but the wound hasn't healed.
Frankly, I'm glad that this is the case. Mark has said, ever since we've been together, that he'd love to eventually move to Seattle. His uncle lived there while he was alive and Mark has been in love with it since visiting there.
I've always said I'll stay in Indiana for the rest of my life. A few years ago, we started visiting Cincinnati each year and I could see myself retiring there. It's not too far from my family and would cut the drive time down to one of my bff's (once he moves back to Nashville.)
Now I'm thinking, we're getting to an age where we need to settle down and figure out what and where we want to be. I enjoy doing what I do for a living, but I've been told I should charge for my homemade pizzas. So, in my dreams, I would have a little cafe where I made pizzas and baked goods (and my awesome potato soup and mashed potatoes in the winter) and sell refurbished furniture and decor.
I'm definitely not someone who takes many risks, but I feel in my gut that this move would be great for us. Yes, starting over is scary & difficult and I can't even imagine transporting our 8 animals cross country. Maybe this will pass, but I seriously hope not. The idea of just us starting fresh and helping each other through the adjustment may be overly romantic and wouldn't play out like it does in my head, but we've been through a lot already and are stuck with each other for the long haul. ; ) I've never been west of Illinois and have only seen pictures of out west. The land here is all flat, so I can't imagine having mountains in my back yard.....geeeeeeeeeeee, that just got me so excited!
And I know it's totally lame, but the Seattle season of The Real World was totally my favorite! I know, I'm a dork, but I'm alright with that. (That season also taught me how to know when a pancake is ready to flip...and no, I'm not even kidding you.)
So, Mark and I agreed if we aren't where we want to be or aren't happy with live here, we're moving out west. (I tried to get him to agree on 3 years, but that was a no go.)
Ok, I'm going to get off the blog and get classy by watching TNA wrestling.
Crafty, ranting, clusterwhaaaaaaaa? of information and opinions.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
A little bit about me.....
Ok, so I know that's totally unoriginal to start a blog like that, but I'm low on coffee, so that'll take the blame here. (BTW, I put so much creamer in my coffee, it doesn't even count as coffee.)
I'm 32 (and I always have to think before saying how old I am.....after 21, it wasn't worth keeping track), live in sin with my boyfriend of 3 years and our 8 animals. I promise, you won't see us on animal hoarders though. Seven of them were rescues. Here's the breakdown of our indoor petting zoo:
Daisy-Seductive weiner dog who's got more attitude than any other animal I've ever know....but everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE, loves her. I rescued her and her pup, Lucy (once named Dinky and Shorty), from a house my cousins and her wife moved into out in the country. The owners abandoned them and made an offer "to come out and shoot them if they didn't want the dogs."
I've had my weiner dogs for almost 10 years now. They are seriously my babies and I would cut someone if they messes with them. : )
On to Lucy....she is scared of EVERYTHING. She is the most skiddish dog eva! I love her though. When she was a pup, I called her Lucy-fer because she was a hellion. Ripped up a jumbo pack of paper towels and was super proud. She ran up, wagging her tail like she was saying "check out what I did for you, mom!" It looked like we were walking in clouds. I knew Mark was a keeper because Lucy warmed right up to him. Horror stories are told by my dad and sister because she randomly pee'd on both of them when they were petting her. When she got "fixed," she turned blue and the vet had to do mouth-to-snout to revive her.
Our newest addition is Peyton (can't tell Mark is a Colts fan, huh?) He is a Shepsky (Shepherd/Husky mix.) He looks just like a German Shepherd, but talks like a Husky. Peyton is a ball of love and energy. I've never seen a more sensitive animal. If Mark scolds him, he slinks away and pouts on the floor. It gets so bad that I have to crawl on the floor and talk him out of his depression. I don't think I've ever seen Mark as happy as when he is romping with that dog!
Next are our four cats....
When Mark & I started dating, he had 1 cat, Logan. Logan is definitely the king of our house. He can be the sweetest boy ever, but will turn into a douche in 2 seconds if another cat comes around. Logan's our only long-hair and he leaves his print everywhere. For some reason, he loves to jump into the linen closet and lay....I think he's trying to tell us something.
Sookie & Vader came next. Mark's mom has 10 cats and feeds every critter under the sun. She had 2 wild black cats, named The Blackwells, who had a litter of kittens. Mark had planned on taking just one (the bob-tail female,) but after she was restless, he decided to bring her brother that hadn't been adopted. We fell in love with him, so he kept them both.
Leia is Mark's shadow! He volunteers for Action for Animals at Petsmart and ended up falling head over heels for Leia and it was completely mutual. I've never heard a cat talk SO much. She greets Mark in the bathroom in the morning and runs into the bathroom when he takes a shower too. He makes fun of how dedicated Lucy is to me, but Leia is his Lucy.
Last, but definitely not least, is Slater. He's an iguana that started out as a few inches and now has a big, handmade home in our 3rd bedroom. Slater doesn't do much, just lays under the heatlamp, eats and sleeps. He does have a thing for my aunt, Rainy. She'll open the cage and pet him. If she stops, he'll lick her. This goes on and on. She calls him her boyfriend.
Now that I've rambled on and on about our non-human kiddos, I'll tell you a bit about Mark and me.
Back when myspace was hot, he messaged me. I'd put my profile on "public" for a day and the timing was just right. We had a mutual friend (she was in a few college courses with me & worked at his vets office,) so I made sure he wasn't a serial killer.
Funny story about our first date...we agree to meet at Applebee's (this is after my friends told me to cancel him picking me up from my house in case he was a creeper.) My 2 bff's, Paige & Jeff, decide they're going to spy on us. So, they sat in the bar and I was instructed to meet Paige in the bathroom after a while. Mark and I talked for hours and I was totally oblivious to Paige circling the bar, trying to get my attention. The bff's ended up leaving after an hour or so, while I finished the best first date ever. I barely ate anything, but ended up with a piece of pepper in between my teeth....awesome!
So, we leave, hug at my car and leave separately. I get in the car and literally think I'm going to pee in my pants because I drank so much water, but I didn't realize I had to go until I said goodbye.
I will definitely divulge more soon, but I feel kind of vain talking about myself this much, so I'll head off for now. Thanks for reading!!!
I'm 32 (and I always have to think before saying how old I am.....after 21, it wasn't worth keeping track), live in sin with my boyfriend of 3 years and our 8 animals. I promise, you won't see us on animal hoarders though. Seven of them were rescues. Here's the breakdown of our indoor petting zoo:
Daisy-Seductive weiner dog who's got more attitude than any other animal I've ever know....but everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE, loves her. I rescued her and her pup, Lucy (once named Dinky and Shorty), from a house my cousins and her wife moved into out in the country. The owners abandoned them and made an offer "to come out and shoot them if they didn't want the dogs."
I've had my weiner dogs for almost 10 years now. They are seriously my babies and I would cut someone if they messes with them. : )
On to Lucy....she is scared of EVERYTHING. She is the most skiddish dog eva! I love her though. When she was a pup, I called her Lucy-fer because she was a hellion. Ripped up a jumbo pack of paper towels and was super proud. She ran up, wagging her tail like she was saying "check out what I did for you, mom!" It looked like we were walking in clouds. I knew Mark was a keeper because Lucy warmed right up to him. Horror stories are told by my dad and sister because she randomly pee'd on both of them when they were petting her. When she got "fixed," she turned blue and the vet had to do mouth-to-snout to revive her.
Our newest addition is Peyton (can't tell Mark is a Colts fan, huh?) He is a Shepsky (Shepherd/Husky mix.) He looks just like a German Shepherd, but talks like a Husky. Peyton is a ball of love and energy. I've never seen a more sensitive animal. If Mark scolds him, he slinks away and pouts on the floor. It gets so bad that I have to crawl on the floor and talk him out of his depression. I don't think I've ever seen Mark as happy as when he is romping with that dog!
Next are our four cats....
When Mark & I started dating, he had 1 cat, Logan. Logan is definitely the king of our house. He can be the sweetest boy ever, but will turn into a douche in 2 seconds if another cat comes around. Logan's our only long-hair and he leaves his print everywhere. For some reason, he loves to jump into the linen closet and lay....I think he's trying to tell us something.
Sookie & Vader came next. Mark's mom has 10 cats and feeds every critter under the sun. She had 2 wild black cats, named The Blackwells, who had a litter of kittens. Mark had planned on taking just one (the bob-tail female,) but after she was restless, he decided to bring her brother that hadn't been adopted. We fell in love with him, so he kept them both.
Leia is Mark's shadow! He volunteers for Action for Animals at Petsmart and ended up falling head over heels for Leia and it was completely mutual. I've never heard a cat talk SO much. She greets Mark in the bathroom in the morning and runs into the bathroom when he takes a shower too. He makes fun of how dedicated Lucy is to me, but Leia is his Lucy.
Last, but definitely not least, is Slater. He's an iguana that started out as a few inches and now has a big, handmade home in our 3rd bedroom. Slater doesn't do much, just lays under the heatlamp, eats and sleeps. He does have a thing for my aunt, Rainy. She'll open the cage and pet him. If she stops, he'll lick her. This goes on and on. She calls him her boyfriend.
Now that I've rambled on and on about our non-human kiddos, I'll tell you a bit about Mark and me.
Back when myspace was hot, he messaged me. I'd put my profile on "public" for a day and the timing was just right. We had a mutual friend (she was in a few college courses with me & worked at his vets office,) so I made sure he wasn't a serial killer.
Funny story about our first date...we agree to meet at Applebee's (this is after my friends told me to cancel him picking me up from my house in case he was a creeper.) My 2 bff's, Paige & Jeff, decide they're going to spy on us. So, they sat in the bar and I was instructed to meet Paige in the bathroom after a while. Mark and I talked for hours and I was totally oblivious to Paige circling the bar, trying to get my attention. The bff's ended up leaving after an hour or so, while I finished the best first date ever. I barely ate anything, but ended up with a piece of pepper in between my teeth....awesome!
So, we leave, hug at my car and leave separately. I get in the car and literally think I'm going to pee in my pants because I drank so much water, but I didn't realize I had to go until I said goodbye.
I will definitely divulge more soon, but I feel kind of vain talking about myself this much, so I'll head off for now. Thanks for reading!!!
I have a fear that I swallowed a flying ant last night...
Yes, I truly am scared about this. After coming in from a loooooooooong talk with some neighbors last night, I thought I saw a spider in the corner of the living room. Our bug catching cat, Vader, was on it....except he can't jump to the top of our vaulted ceilings. So, Mark went to get a Swiffer (our weapon of choice in the attack on bugs), but by the time he came back with it, the "spider" had flown away. Yes, I said it flew! Clearly I was wrong in thinking it was a fat, black spider. My guess is it was a flying ant.
We haven't seen it since, so I try to convince myself that one of our 4 cats caught it in the middle of the night.
I came into work this morning and had another one try and attack me. I'm sure it's because the ant at home crawled into my mouth and the one at work senses this.
Ok, so I'm being dramatic, but I'm ok with that.
We haven't seen it since, so I try to convince myself that one of our 4 cats caught it in the middle of the night.
I came into work this morning and had another one try and attack me. I'm sure it's because the ant at home crawled into my mouth and the one at work senses this.
Ok, so I'm being dramatic, but I'm ok with that.
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