Sorry for yet another non horse related post. Gemmie will get her turn tomorrow again.
Moving is no fun. If you want to see how quickly all of your family and friends can disappear on you, just ask them to help you move. Actually we have been really lucky/blessed with help in the past. Our big move down south only occurred due to the help of our friend B and my sister-in-law. But this move found us going solo - just the hubby and I - with a house full of obscenely heavy furniture and a time limit.
The plan was simple, but aren't they always? Who makes insanely complicated plans? Anyway...
Pick up truck Tuesday night.
Load as much as possible after W went to bed.
Take him to day care Wed morning then head back to current house (CH) to finish up
Head to new house (NH) to unload and finish before 5 pm to pick W back up
There were two minor issues in advance: gas man was to be at NH between 12-4 to turn gas on and farrier was due at the barn between 1030 and 11. This wasn't too big of a deal though and we planned to have the hubby stay at the NH unloading/unpacking while I went to the barn. Done.
But....that is most definitely not what happened.
It all began on Tuesday. The hubby went and picked up the truck (thankfully it was actually there) and came home in time to say goodnight to W. Great. Lets load!! And then we found out problem #1: no dolly, no pads. Crap. No moving furniture.
Ok...lets go to plan B. We decided to load up all the boxes and any lighter furniture that the hubby could unload by himself and take the first load over to the NH Tuesday night. Done.
Wednesday morning we took W to daycare (swimming and snow cone day!!) and headed back to the truck store to get the dolly and moving pads. By the time we got back to the CH it was already 845 and time was getting tight. Fortunately, the farrier texted saying he would be there at 1 pm, so that gave us more time.
We loaded up all the incredibly heavy furniture. I mean seriously heavy furniture. I should shop at Ikea. At least the furniture would be light then. But instead I use my great grandmother's bedroom furniture which is from when it was actually made out of solid, real wood. Which is why it has last so long. But man, that stuff is heavy! Anyway.....
It was getting late and we needed to leave by 1030 to give us time to go the 40 minutes to NH, unpack and then the 45+ minutes to the barn, catch the beasts and meet the farrier. This meant we had to leave some things behind. That meant another trip was in order. Boo.
We got to NH, unloaded and by this time I had one massive migraine. Pete is notoriously hard to catch in the pasture and I wasn't in the mood to deal with him, so I sent the hubs. I waited for the gas man and unpacked all the kitchen stuff, moved some lighter furniture in and just when I kicked off my shoes to rest, the hubby came back. Darn. There went my nap.
It was 330 and we still had to get back to the CH to get one last load of furniture that we couldn't use the pick up truck for and had to get W by 5:30. Gas man still hadn't shown. We unloaded all the remaining heavy crap from the truck and then the phone rang. Gas man was running late and would be there at 5. Nope. Sorry we needed to get back to CH, load up and then get W. So he planned for 6 instead.
At 4 we left NH and headed to CH for one last load of stupidly, arm achingly heavily furniture. I then left and picked up W while the hubs finished loaded some stuff and met us at the NH.
Poor W. He was so confused :( We walked into the NH and he was all happy to explore. Until he saw the couch he recognized. And the china closet...and the dinning room chairs...and his crib. He was not happy. He had no clue why all these familiar things were in this new, strange place. Poor kid.
Hubs showed up, we fed W and put him in his new bedroom hoping he would actually sleep. Which he did.
I then got back in the minivan one last time and drove 40 minutes back to CH to pick up the cats, dog, pet food, litter pans, bathroom supplies, bed sheets/pillows and some toys for W. All loaded up and I hit the road.
On my way back to NH I followed the Pizza Hut man who thankfully turned into our driveway and dropped off a juicy, greasy, wonderful pepperoni pizza with extra sauce. My favorite!!
The gas man had showed up around 7pm (there goes that whole 12-4 thing) and was gone by the time I got back. We ate dinner and I quickly passed out.
Unfortunately, we still have a ton of stuff to do. We left all the food, pantry, closets, odds and ends in the garage and baby toys behind. We still have everything except the kitchen to unpack. All the furniture is helter skelter in the house and our bed isn't even on the frame yet. But...I don't care. It took me a wonderful 15 minutes to get to daycare this morning versus 35 before. And it was a nice drive. We will go back to CH this evening once W is asleep (well one of us will, the other will continue to unpack and organize life) and hopefully get the rest of the crap out of the CH. Then we can just get the CH all cleaned up and ready for the new people and get back to our life.
Oh...and W slept awesome. He woke up and immediately saw one of the cats, screamed "KITTY CAT!" with a huge grin, gave Bones (the dog) a hug and happily ran around the house creating havoc. I think he will settle in just fine.
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June 12, 2014
September 10, 2013
Hair Rant
Warning: this post has nothing to do with riding, endurance or goals and everything to do with me ranting about a recent experience.
I love hair. You really can't do anything to mess it up. Even if you get the worst haircut of your life with terrible highlights that glow in the dark and make you look like a vampire all you have to do is wait a little bit and it will grow out. Or re-cut it. Until you get old enough (or have a medical condition) that it begins to thin and fall out, the sky is the limit. It is the simplest way to make a big change without really having to commit to anything. It is great. When I get bored, I get my hair cut.
Personally, I would love it if just for once a patient would show up to my office and allow me to do whatever I need to. But no, they always say they can't stop running a million miles a day to allow things to heal, or they can't wear a fracture boot to work and can't take time off, or they don't want a steroid injection or they refuse to wear anything but high heel shoes etc.... Then they return and wonder why it still hurts.
When I go to a hair salon I sit in the chair and tell the person to do anything they want to. I'm game. I've had my hair shorter than the hubs' and as long as I could stand to grow it. It has been straight and curly (it is naturally curly). It has been almost black and bleached blonde and everything in between. When I tell you to be creative and do anything you want to, I mean it. Liven it up a little. My only restrictions are 1) it still has to look semi professional for my job and 2) it either needs to be long enough to allow even the smallest, bobby pin filled pony tail or so short I couldn't even think of doing it - the in between length drives me crazy. Everything else is fair game - super straight, lots of layers, bob, pixie, reverse bob, textured, highlights, all over color, low lights etc.....anything. I better walk out of that place knowing that my money actually made me look different.
So when I finally got some extra dough to get my hair cut and ended up with a big blank spot in my schedule I was excited to sit in that chair in a brand new-to-me salon and see what magic would be conjured up. I told the girl the above and sat back.....
And she trimmed a half inch off my hair, told me it was pretty the way it was and asked for $30. Huh? A half inch? Really? That's the only thing you could do with shoulder length hair and a lot of wiggle room? So I made her flat iron it and put some gel in it and left very deflated. Yes, I could have been cranky and told her to redo it, but it wasn't worth it. At least it looks nice and no bridges were burned, so when I get it done the next time they will still have plenty to work with.
Oh! And to make matters worse, I went to pay with my debit card and she told me they don't take cards. Really? It is 2013. Everyone takes cards. Or at least understand you are rare enough to warn people when the make the appointment. I didn't just walk in. I called and spoke to her first. Luckily for her there was a bank in the parking lot with a drive up ATM that I walked through. I am usually a very generous tipper (she would have gotten $10 on a $30 bill), but since the bank charges $3 to use the ATM and mine charges another $2 on their end, I deducted that from her tip and gave her $5.
I may return to the salon again - it was clean and open and modern looking, but I won't be using her again. Frustrating.
I love hair. You really can't do anything to mess it up. Even if you get the worst haircut of your life with terrible highlights that glow in the dark and make you look like a vampire all you have to do is wait a little bit and it will grow out. Or re-cut it. Until you get old enough (or have a medical condition) that it begins to thin and fall out, the sky is the limit. It is the simplest way to make a big change without really having to commit to anything. It is great. When I get bored, I get my hair cut.
Personally, I would love it if just for once a patient would show up to my office and allow me to do whatever I need to. But no, they always say they can't stop running a million miles a day to allow things to heal, or they can't wear a fracture boot to work and can't take time off, or they don't want a steroid injection or they refuse to wear anything but high heel shoes etc.... Then they return and wonder why it still hurts.
When I go to a hair salon I sit in the chair and tell the person to do anything they want to. I'm game. I've had my hair shorter than the hubs' and as long as I could stand to grow it. It has been straight and curly (it is naturally curly). It has been almost black and bleached blonde and everything in between. When I tell you to be creative and do anything you want to, I mean it. Liven it up a little. My only restrictions are 1) it still has to look semi professional for my job and 2) it either needs to be long enough to allow even the smallest, bobby pin filled pony tail or so short I couldn't even think of doing it - the in between length drives me crazy. Everything else is fair game - super straight, lots of layers, bob, pixie, reverse bob, textured, highlights, all over color, low lights etc.....anything. I better walk out of that place knowing that my money actually made me look different.
So when I finally got some extra dough to get my hair cut and ended up with a big blank spot in my schedule I was excited to sit in that chair in a brand new-to-me salon and see what magic would be conjured up. I told the girl the above and sat back.....
And she trimmed a half inch off my hair, told me it was pretty the way it was and asked for $30. Huh? A half inch? Really? That's the only thing you could do with shoulder length hair and a lot of wiggle room? So I made her flat iron it and put some gel in it and left very deflated. Yes, I could have been cranky and told her to redo it, but it wasn't worth it. At least it looks nice and no bridges were burned, so when I get it done the next time they will still have plenty to work with.
Oh! And to make matters worse, I went to pay with my debit card and she told me they don't take cards. Really? It is 2013. Everyone takes cards. Or at least understand you are rare enough to warn people when the make the appointment. I didn't just walk in. I called and spoke to her first. Luckily for her there was a bank in the parking lot with a drive up ATM that I walked through. I am usually a very generous tipper (she would have gotten $10 on a $30 bill), but since the bank charges $3 to use the ATM and mine charges another $2 on their end, I deducted that from her tip and gave her $5.
I may return to the salon again - it was clean and open and modern looking, but I won't be using her again. Frustrating.
Posted with BlogsyAugust 31, 2013
Why Am I So Tired?
I'm 31 years young. Seriously, I still feel like I did (well, most of the time anyway) when I was younger. I really don't think 31 is old at all and not just because I don't want to be old, but because it just plain isn't. But there are times, like Wed night, that I pass out on the couch at 7:30 pm and wonder why on earth it is that I am not functional at such an early time in the evening. Is there something wrong with me?
On the drive into work Thursday morning I got to thinking about what it is that I do with my time. I enjoy my life right now. There are things that I wish I could do away with (namely work...oh... and housework) but all in all it is going pretty darn well. I don't like feeling like I am in a rut in life. It is too short and there are way too many things to experience and do to get stuck in something you don't enjoy. When I started to look more closely at how I am spending my days I came to two realizations: 1) the hubs and I are incredibly busy people and 2) I actually am in a rut, but I love it.
Why do I say that I am in a rut? Because I do basically the same things at the same times every day. While this would usually drive me crazy, I am actually enjoying it immensely. Here is a typical week in our household:
Monday thru Friday
The hubs is up at the butt crack of dawn, aka 5:45 am, to shower and get some food hopefully before W decides to start his day. I roll over and try to go back to sleep and eventually peel the covers back at 6:15ish and wrestle out of bed between the 100 lb dog and the 1 or 3 cats that have taken up the hubs' previously vacated spot. I hit the shower while W is scarfing down breakfast. Once up and dressed, things can go one of two ways depending on the time. If it is prior to 6:40 am, then the hubs, W, the 2 dogs and I all head out for a morning walk . If it is after 6:40 am, then I get W dressed for the day and we see the hubs off at 7 am and then I take the stroller and the dogs out by myself. Either way, once the walk is done I have just enough time to get W ready, grab his day care bag and add the refrigerated items, grab my lunch, breakfast and work clothes and load up the minivan.
I drop W off at day care and then head off to work. Once at work, I change into more suitable (and way less comfortable) attire, eat my breakfast (currently 2 hard boiled eggs) and look over my schedule for the day. Patients start at 8:30am and go, go, go all morning. Lunch is spent at my desk getting my charts caught up and then patients go, go, go all afternoon until I leave at 5ish. The only break in all this is Wednesday. The hubs currently gets the afternoon off, so he picks up W and comes for a visit and/or lunch. It is the highlight of my week.
After work, I head to pick up W. Once home, it is all about him. We get the mail so he can eat and smush up anything not needed, let the dogs out and play, play, play. He loves to be outside so we spend a lot of time just chilling in the grass. I love this time with him and let him walk around doing whatever non harmful thing he wants. We laugh, read, sing, wrestle, walk around and explore. He gets dinner at 6-6:15 and the hubs usually gets home around 6:30pm. After his dinner, he goes to bed (no later than 7pm, but he generally doesn't make it past 6:30pm) and then the evening is ours.
Here is where things get tricky. Two nights a week I grab a granola bar and a Gatorade and go to the barn. By the time I get her, tack up, ride, cool her out, untack and get things put away, I don't get home until 9 pm. I get home, change, pack the day care bag, pack my lunch and go to bed. Usually smelling like a horse. I have no clue what the hubs does when I am gone. One night a week the hubs does the same thing and goes to see Pete, getting home at 9 and going to bed. I use this time to catch up on reading blogs, writing on this blog, playing with the dogs and just chilling out. One night a week, I start craving real, adult food so we make dinner and snuggle on the couch watching old NCIS episodes until one of us wakes back up, pokes the other one awake and gets ready for bed. The last night is usually spent doing something for work, straightening up the house, going to the barn or running (the hubs, not me currently).
Saturday
W doesn't understand the concept of a weekend just yet, so he still gets up at 6 am. The hubs does too and I sleep in until 7. After breakfast, W takes a nap until 8 or 8:30am at which time we load the dogs and the baby into the van and hit the trails. We now have a metal frame hiking backpack for W and we LOVE it. There are sooo many trails around and we enjoy our morning out. We generally get back around lunch time and feed W. Unfortunately, he tends to nap in the car on the way home, so once home he is ready to go even though we are not. The afternoon is spent playing, reading, laughing, walking, crawling, breaking things, etc... We also get some housework done.
Sunday
Same early wake up and nap, but after he wakes up we head to the barn as a family. W plays in the barnyard with the hubs while I ride Gemmie and then we switch. Unfortunately, this means that I usually get a cranky, tired baby instead of the fun exploring baby that the hubs had. We get home, eat lunch, and put him to nap. After nap is grocery shopping and getting anything done that has to be completed before work begins again. We play the day away, walk the dogs in the afternoon and then eat dinner and crash on the couch.
So there you have it. A week in our life. It may be busy, but it is fun and having W around makes it all the better :) No wonder I get a little tired!!!
On the drive into work Thursday morning I got to thinking about what it is that I do with my time. I enjoy my life right now. There are things that I wish I could do away with (namely work...oh... and housework) but all in all it is going pretty darn well. I don't like feeling like I am in a rut in life. It is too short and there are way too many things to experience and do to get stuck in something you don't enjoy. When I started to look more closely at how I am spending my days I came to two realizations: 1) the hubs and I are incredibly busy people and 2) I actually am in a rut, but I love it.
Why do I say that I am in a rut? Because I do basically the same things at the same times every day. While this would usually drive me crazy, I am actually enjoying it immensely. Here is a typical week in our household:
Monday thru Friday
The hubs is up at the butt crack of dawn, aka 5:45 am, to shower and get some food hopefully before W decides to start his day. I roll over and try to go back to sleep and eventually peel the covers back at 6:15ish and wrestle out of bed between the 100 lb dog and the 1 or 3 cats that have taken up the hubs' previously vacated spot. I hit the shower while W is scarfing down breakfast. Once up and dressed, things can go one of two ways depending on the time. If it is prior to 6:40 am, then the hubs, W, the 2 dogs and I all head out for a morning walk . If it is after 6:40 am, then I get W dressed for the day and we see the hubs off at 7 am and then I take the stroller and the dogs out by myself. Either way, once the walk is done I have just enough time to get W ready, grab his day care bag and add the refrigerated items, grab my lunch, breakfast and work clothes and load up the minivan.
I drop W off at day care and then head off to work. Once at work, I change into more suitable (and way less comfortable) attire, eat my breakfast (currently 2 hard boiled eggs) and look over my schedule for the day. Patients start at 8:30am and go, go, go all morning. Lunch is spent at my desk getting my charts caught up and then patients go, go, go all afternoon until I leave at 5ish. The only break in all this is Wednesday. The hubs currently gets the afternoon off, so he picks up W and comes for a visit and/or lunch. It is the highlight of my week.
After work, I head to pick up W. Once home, it is all about him. We get the mail so he can eat and smush up anything not needed, let the dogs out and play, play, play. He loves to be outside so we spend a lot of time just chilling in the grass. I love this time with him and let him walk around doing whatever non harmful thing he wants. We laugh, read, sing, wrestle, walk around and explore. He gets dinner at 6-6:15 and the hubs usually gets home around 6:30pm. After his dinner, he goes to bed (no later than 7pm, but he generally doesn't make it past 6:30pm) and then the evening is ours.
Here is where things get tricky. Two nights a week I grab a granola bar and a Gatorade and go to the barn. By the time I get her, tack up, ride, cool her out, untack and get things put away, I don't get home until 9 pm. I get home, change, pack the day care bag, pack my lunch and go to bed. Usually smelling like a horse. I have no clue what the hubs does when I am gone. One night a week the hubs does the same thing and goes to see Pete, getting home at 9 and going to bed. I use this time to catch up on reading blogs, writing on this blog, playing with the dogs and just chilling out. One night a week, I start craving real, adult food so we make dinner and snuggle on the couch watching old NCIS episodes until one of us wakes back up, pokes the other one awake and gets ready for bed. The last night is usually spent doing something for work, straightening up the house, going to the barn or running (the hubs, not me currently).
Saturday
W doesn't understand the concept of a weekend just yet, so he still gets up at 6 am. The hubs does too and I sleep in until 7. After breakfast, W takes a nap until 8 or 8:30am at which time we load the dogs and the baby into the van and hit the trails. We now have a metal frame hiking backpack for W and we LOVE it. There are sooo many trails around and we enjoy our morning out. We generally get back around lunch time and feed W. Unfortunately, he tends to nap in the car on the way home, so once home he is ready to go even though we are not. The afternoon is spent playing, reading, laughing, walking, crawling, breaking things, etc... We also get some housework done.
Sunday
Same early wake up and nap, but after he wakes up we head to the barn as a family. W plays in the barnyard with the hubs while I ride Gemmie and then we switch. Unfortunately, this means that I usually get a cranky, tired baby instead of the fun exploring baby that the hubs had. We get home, eat lunch, and put him to nap. After nap is grocery shopping and getting anything done that has to be completed before work begins again. We play the day away, walk the dogs in the afternoon and then eat dinner and crash on the couch.
So there you have it. A week in our life. It may be busy, but it is fun and having W around makes it all the better :) No wonder I get a little tired!!!
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