Old-timey girls

I’m having one of my “I don’t want to work anymore; I want to be a housewife or just anything but a banker” moments today.
Housewife option because people keep telling me I’m an awesome cook, and ask why do I make spinach stuffed chicken breasts on a weeknight? And OH MY GOD I DO LAUNDRY TOO?
Okay. Spinach stuffed chicken breasts take 5 minutes from getting out the chicken to putting it in the oven. And yes, as a matter of fact, I do laundry, because I don’t want my clothes to be all some odd uniform shade. If Justin touches our stuff I’m pretty sure we’d have no more good clothes. And I’m pretty sure if I left cooking to hi it would be all bbq, all the time.
What ever happened to old fashioned girls? Y’know, the ones who cook, clean, sew a button back on… Seems like such a dying breed.
Currently Reading: ‘One Fifth Ave’- Candace Bushnell

I'm still here...

Been MIA I know… The house is finally complete now, with the exception of the pictures. I love art, have a ton of it, and I didn’t have any of it hung until today. Four pieces down, about 6 to go.
Two of my family members and my cousin’s friend came over tonight… Got so many compliments on the house. I’m so proud of our little place. I’ve oiled all the wood cabinets til they shine, we keep the place clean, and it’s decorated (in my opinion) beautifully, with the neutral walls and white baseboards tying it all together.
We’re doing quite well for ourselves, I must say. And yes, I know, I need to stop only blogging about the house. It's just that up until now, it's been my life, and now, thankfully, I can move on to other things.
Such as:
The upcoming Ostrich Festival (Shut up it sounds fun).
Going to see Rent for the very first time in a couple weeks.
The fact that, for the very first time, I baked cookies, and they turned out perfectly instead of horrific burnt/gooey/otherwise inedible disasters.
Currently listening to: My cousin, friend, and boyfriend playing a screamingly loud video game. Ugh.

We're in

This…. Feels weird.
We have no neighbors under about 30. The neighborhood is quiet when we step out of our front door, rather than the shouting and revving of engines we were always greeted with when exiting the apartment. My library is out on display instead of crammed into corners and spare rooms. Justin has a real office, with space for his computers. The cats are treading softly on the wood floors, and occasionally being frightened by the echoes of our high ceilings.
In this time when our age group is moving back home with mom and dad, can’t find a job for months, struggling to pay the bills... We’ve expanded and bought a home. I can’t even explain how lucky this makes me feel. And it really makes me feel like I’ve turned myself around, and, well, not undone the things I did when younger, but at least rebounded.
Currently reading: Strip City by Lily Burana.

Headache(s)...

We've had a delay in getting into the house this Thursday as was the plan... and needless to say, I'm mildly furious about that. We've had a holdup with the mortgage (nothing to do with me, all to do with the type of loan and the holiday); we're probably going to have to wait one extra day. Yes, I know, one day isn't going to kill me. But what it is going to do is wreak havoc with my contractors I have hired to install new appliances, blinds, and carpet. I should find out tomorrow if there was something they could do to push the mortgage through to close the day it was meant to. In the meantime, I'm still packing, and I'm still grateful that I have a house to be moving in to. Above all else, I'm grateful.
Currently reading: "Yakuza Moon" by Shoko Tendo

Style and shine, thanks.

Our younger cat likes to be blow-dried. And I don’t mean, I hold him down, or put him in a corner and put the blowdryer on him, and say “he likes it!”. I mean, he jumps on the counter every morning while I’m doing my hair, and waits for his turn. Then he turns, looks in the mirror, and admires the results.
My pets keep my life interesting.
Currently Reading: “Just Another Judgment Day” by Simon R. Green.

I live in a pigsty. And it is most definitely my fault.

Our apartment used to be so clean you could literally eat off the floor. That is, up until I bought our house. I seem to have stopped caring and I can't figure out why. It's not that I don't care, actually, it's that I can't seem to be bothered right now. Our new home is beautiful. New paint, hardwood floors, in a newer part of town in the suburbs, windows and giant arcadia doors everywhere. Our apartment, while very nice, is an apartment.
I've spent more money than I care to mention at Crate and Barrel trying to replace anything we have that's either cheap or breaking. Now the new house, I want to be clean. I get the keys the 18th and I'll be spending all night there cleaning before having new carpet and appliances installed the following day. But here at the apartment, I haven't even been doing laundry. What the hell is my issue?
So today, while Justin is gone, I am trying to catch up on cleaning and laundry... I am so freaking old. Also really needing to accellerate the 'pitching and packing'.
Currently watching: "Repo! The Genetic Opera"- Love this movie. Paris Hilton's face falls off in it, what more could one want?

Here we go again...

Well... restarting this blogging thing. I figure since I BOUGHT A HOUSE! I am no longer going to have much time (read: $$) to do anything fun. For now, I have had the week from Hell, and my brain may actually be leaking out my right ear. So time to veg out with some Weaponology and wait for a new day.
Currently Reading: "Shark's Fin and Sichuan Pepper" by Fuchsia Dunlop