It's Made Of People!

Just a little update. Me and the kitties (I have three) stayed the night at the new apartment last night. I woke up several times in the night to the sound of people entering the apartments around me and I jumped out of my skin the first time the church bells chimed nearby but all in all not too shabby. There was the sound of a car accident at one point that startled me but, as Axl pointed out, once the television is connected the noise from it playing will drown out a lot of that sort of thing. The kitties seem to like the new place better already. I'm sure there is more for them to do here since I don't have to keep the place buttoned up like Fort Knox as I did at the old place. I've honestly missed living up a story or two. First floor living has its conveniences but being able to leave the curtains open without fear of someone scoping out your shit for a later break-in is much better. The cats love the large windowsills at the new place and spent most of today hopping up in them to look outside. Now, I do have to share with you the grossest thing ever. Earlier today, the maintenance man came to replace the garbage disposal. To his surprise and mine, when he took out the old disposal it was full of cat litter. Nasty! Who puts cat litter down the sink?

Kind Of Loving This Commercial

Busy As A Bee

If I go quiet, don't become concerned. We started moving to our new place last week and I have intermittent internet access.

Picture found here

Ikea Comes Through!

The day before yesterday, Axl and I thought our dreams of sitting together comfortably on a couch were dashed. The trouble was, we could buy the two couch pieces we wanted but only one of the slipcovers. It was that last slipcover that was holding us up. To our surprise, Ikea doesn't ship store to store. So, even though we could see online that other stores had the slipcover we needed in stock, we had no way to get one other than to drive to another state. Tempting, but not feasible. Axl persisted with Ikea's customer service and managed to find out that one of the stores will ship outside its store. God bless 'em. We have our couch!

Meh!

We just found out that the Ikea Tylosand couch we want is being discontinued and that the Ikea we buy from only has pieces and parts of it. We are so disappointed. I know, I know...not getting the couch you want is not that big of a deal in the big picture scheme of things but, as a couple who has never known the joy of sitting next to one another comfortably to watch a movie, it sure has us bummed.

Old Fashioned Candy

When Axl took me to Jungle Jim's for the first time, he had no idea the can of worms he was opening. From their candy isle, he plucked a Sky Bar and I was immediately hooked. How had I never had this treat before? Each of the four bricks of milk chocolate filled with a different flavor. Caramel! Vanilla! Peanut! Fudge! It became a pursuit of mine to find them in town and lo and behold! Of all places, I found my beloved Sky Bar last night at Cracker Barrel.
I also saw this guy which I am very curious about:

I still have not found a source for these which I am desirous of since I haven't tried them yet. It doesn't hurt that I also love the band of the same name.:

Get yourself over to your local Cracker Barrel for some old fashioned candy. Mine had a lot to choose from and I felt like a dolt for forgetting they sell candy. I won't say the prices are old fashioned but if you're craving a treat from the past, at least you won't have to just remember it.

Excited About

Ikea Malm bed in medium brown


Ikea Tylosand sofa in rephalt brown

*updated to add at 1:45 p.m.: These are what we have picked out for the new place!

It Was Not A "3D Ride To Hell".

Last night, D. and I watched My Bloody Valentine 3D. We rented the movie at Blockbuster and were given the option of purchasing cardboard 3D glasses, which we took advantage of (at fifteen cents a piece, no biggie). I don't know if it was Blockbuster's glasses or my tiny t.v. but the 3D effect was lost to us. Still, as D. said, "We've seen worse." I can't say I understand what the hype is about this movie. It was good but in my opinion it was not "the best 3D horror film of all time" as the box claimed "the best 3-D horror film ever made" as the quote on the box from Devin Faraci at CHUD.COM claimed.

It does star hunky Jensen Ackles from the CW Television Network's Supernatural which is an entertaining show not just for its hunky leads. In my opinion, Jensen Ackles is a more than decent actor so I was surprised to see him do a campy horror flick. Not to mention, he doesn't quite pull off that teenaged look, you know? Since he's not teenaged and all? I won't let Jensen get all my ire. Some of the other actors and actresses got their fair share of mocking while we watched the film. I did like that the director filmed some of the scenes from angles reminiscient of other horror movies such as Halloween and Friday the 13th but I don't know if that was on purpose or just a happy accident. I also liked that the movie didn't mess around. Folks started getting the business end of a pick ax almost immediately. The story line (without giving anything away) goes something like this: On Valentine's Day ten years ago, there was an accident in a mine shaft. At first, it looks like the son of the mine owner (played by hunky Jensen Ackles) is to blame because he forgot to bleed the lines. Only two people survive, hunky Jensen Ackles and a guy named Harry Warden. When the bodies of the dead miners are recovered and autopsied, the town is horrified to learn that it wasn't the non bled line that caused the accident. Someone pick axed those miners to death. When all is said and done, Harry Warden gets the blame. Then, Harry dies. The town picks up its pieces and gets on with its life. Fast forward ten years, hunky Jensen Ackles does the prodigal son thing: comes into town, visits his high-school sweetie, pisses off her husband, you know the drill. It just happens to be the ten year anniversary of the Harry Warden killings and lo and behold! Yes, the killer is on the loose again despite being dead and hunky Jensen Ackles is the only one who can stop him!!

This movie is fun. I do wish the 3D effect had not been lost because I think that would have heightened my enjoyment of it.
Off topic, I thought it was funny last night when I was recounting to D. much of what I put in my post yesterday and she said, "I hope you have a better week." as she was leaving. Up until then, I hadn't thought of it as being a bad week. I regret being so fractious and I hope I didn't ruin her good time last night. It is a blessing to have friends like D. (and now Inky! and the group I knit with on Thursday nights!) who are also women and who I hope understand that I spend so much time with Axl that when I post, e-mail or hang out with other women I word vomit. Axl is an amazing man. His patience, understanding and love for me are beyond fair so what I'm about to say is not a slam nor is it something I want to be construed as sexist. It takes women to understand women and men to understand men. I think of Axl and I as friends as well as lovers. We are there for one another 24/7 and I find it amazing that we aren't gnawing our arms and legs off trying to get away from one another more. I'm very proud of how we treat one another. I think one of the things we do that helps keep that gah! feeling in check is to spend time with our friends occasionally and give each other the night off. When I hang out with other women, it is a treat be understood intrinsically. I can be however I am in that moment without worrying overmuch that I am freaking anyone out. If I'm feeling bitchy, the women I know are right there with me saying, "Bitch on." Well, not really, but you get the idea. The majority of the men I know like to fix what's wrong, which is a terrific and heroic quality, but sometimes the only thing that is wrong is that I haven't talked a subject to death. In essence, my friends give Axl a break from my jaw jacking (Ha ha. Get your mind out of the gutter. While you're at it, rescue mine out of there too.). When I hang out with my women friends, we bitch, we laugh, we eat too much pizza and the next day all is right with the world again. So, I want to say thanks for that ladies! And Axl, thank you for not losing patience even though I know you want to sometimes. You've been extremely patient as I relearn how to manage my life, stress level and time. You are all more than just my port in a storm (*snicker*) and I hope you know that. I'm a lucky girl.

Mental Vomit

Nothing in the following post is earth-shattering stuff. I just haven't posted much this week and this is what's on my mind:

I can't register for classes until next week because my previous university has to send a copy of what classes I've already taken to the university I'm transferring to in order for my prerequisites to be lifted. Meh. I was hoping to know my course schedule this week. Also, I need to get my ACT scores from my high school and no one is answering the phone because school is out. Double meh.

Last week, I sold my bed and now I'm sleeping on an air mattress on the floor because we'll be buying a new bed when we move into the new apartment. The air mattress gives my current apartment that (not-attractive) crack den feel and, though I thought I'd get used to it, sleeping so close to the floor causes me to feel vulnerable. My cats (I have three) are not fond of the air mattress and goosestep around it. We are not amused at the hacienda del Juggernaut.

I began cleaning my couch in earnest Monday night so I can sell it and discovered it was harder than I thought it would be to hand clean a couch. The couch is a Sealy brand, off-white couch and I think I must have been sleeping when I bought it (on Craigslist) because who has three cats and buys an off-white couch? In case you're wondering, the couch is made of a sturdy fabric that has survived the onslaught of cat claws. No rips or tears to report, just soil from regular use. Determined, I searched online for a reasonable couch cleaning product and discovered a foaming upholstery cleaner you can find in the automotive section of Walmart called Tuff Stuff.

Tuff Stuff has worked the best of any product I have used so far to clean the couch. Rumor has it (online anyway) that a lot of places you pay to detail your car are out back using Tuff Stuff (which retails for less than $3.00 a can here).

Insert migraine that lasted all day Tuesday here. I was so puny my boss even sent me home from work. I didn't feel up to anything when I got home either so I went to bed. I forced myself to wake up two hours later to see if the man in the next paragraph was going to follow through. I continue not to feel the best today but my friend, D., is coming over tonight for pizza and horror movies. That's a surefire cure to what ails me if ever there was one. I'm a girl of simple tastes.

I know I've touched on how I simultaneously love and hate the Craigslist but it's more that I simultaneously love and hate the people using Craigslist and their social skills. Last month, I posted some tables for sale and a man who was interested in them called while we were in Chicago. I told him I would call him when we got back home, which I did. When I tried to set up a time for the man to come see the tables, he wouldn't agree to be pinned down to a time. He said something like, "How about I call you when I'm on my way home from work tomorrow?" and I said, "What time will that be?" and he said, "Oh, somewhere around 6:30?" and I said, "Okay, we'll plan to hear from you around 6:30 tomorrow." Six-thirty came and went and not a peep was heard out of the man. There were no further calls from him. Monday, out of the blue, the man calls to see if he can come by within the hour he is calling. He makes no mention of why he didn't call when he was supposed to before plus I am not about to meet with him without Axl around so I suggest Tuesday as a better time to meet and the man says he can do that but, again, when I try to schedule a time with him he does the, "I'll call you when I'm on my way home from work." thing. I was able to get him to say he'd call between six and seven Tuesday night. This time, I call him a little before six to see if he is still wanting to come see the tables. He seems caught off guard and you can tell he has totally forgotten about promising to call me. "Can we do it Thursday?", he asks. Ugh! He is not getting my tables.

Today, I saw this ad on Yahoo!'s homepage and I must say I wonder what the woman in the picture is getting her degree in.