Not Quite Martha

and if this isnt proof that I need a vacation..

Leaving work about a million hours later than I was supposed to today, my friend E and I decided to head to Bethesda for a little fake Tex-Mex food - she too is from the land of Texas.

We had a pleasant time, gossiping about work, our friends and trying to figure out if the couple that were sitting next two us had any idea that they werent in a hotel room- PDA is only a small way to describe what these two people were doing. Not that I would ever partake in PDA.

Thats not my point. I finally got my move strategy straightened out, got the movers alligned for Monday morning, made my plan of attack for tomorrow, and we decide to leave so I can go home and pack up what i have in my room.

We are laughing and talking as we walk to the parking garage. I make a snarky comment about a woman wearing shorts and high heels- can somone please explain this fashion phenomena to me? Anyhoo- we get inside the garage, and I see my car. I miss-step, fall flat on my face and in the process tear my knee apart to epic proportions. Also, I must say this is my favorite part, I twist my ankle that has been broken three times. My ankle is black and blue, but thankfully I can put weight on it, and my knee looks like, well, shit. I tried laughing it off, but it totally irritated me. I will never have pretty legs, that I know for sure. But for ONE spring time I would love to have legs that dont look like someone took a bat to them. My entire left knee is cut up, and totally looks disgusting.

The positive part of this post- 1. I did not do any significant damage to my already really screwed up ankle. 2. I fell wearing a skirt, thus preventing the sure ruination of a good pair of pants. 3. My move strategy is complete.

The shitty part of this post- I was wearing bright green underware. I am pretty sure that the two guys that were walking behind me got to see full on green underware as my face is hanging out on the cement.

Graceful, I will never be.

I am off to bed and here is hoping for an accident free day tomorrow.

Anyone want to go to the beach with me next month?

This is my idea of hell...

The never GD ending move.

The movers can deliver my stuff to storage tomorrow. But I cant get keys to my new place till Saturday. My movers cant deliver on Saturday. If I pay seperate movers, it will cost me 400 bucks. They are trying to arrange it for a Monday move, which is fine, but irritating. I needed this done on Saturday the 1st. My movers knew it. I told them two weeks ago that one way or another I would need this spot on the first. What is so freaking hard about this?

I am so beyond frustrated I could scream.

At any given point will I get a freaking break and something go easy? Seriously. I am just about fed up.

Interesting opinion of Texas...

Seems that another DC blogger found her self in my favorite city, Austin and was less than impressed. I seriously cant even wrap my head around NOT loving that place. From the moment I walked off the plane the first time 7 years ago, I knew I was in LOVE. Serious love. People made sense, people were normal to me.

Texas isnt just about big hair or fake tits. Its an amazing state filled with history, multiple cultures and a soul as deep as the ocean.

I wish people would just have more of an open mind when it comes to my favorite state- look beyond the beer and the cowboys and enjoy yourself a big Texas time.

If Patience is a God like virtue

I am clearly on the path to hell.

There are a few, well three situations in my life right now that require amazing patience. I am NOT a patient woman. In fact, I can be pretty darn antsy if you want to get right down to it. My company keeps telling me "to be patient, things will all work out", my housing situation is calling for EXTREME patience, and I am about ready to lose my cool, and my personal life, what little there is requires extreme patience.

I wonder if I can buy a case of Patience at Target? Seriously, I just have such a low tolerance for crap lately, and as much as I am trying to chant "i can only control what I can control", the UNCONTROLLABLES are putting me in a bit of a tizzy.

What do I have control over? My career? To a certain extent.

My housing? Well yes and No. I just want it over with.

My personal life- Methinks that once i get situation one and two organized, I will have more time to play and to get engaged in life again.

I want things now.. I feel rather like Veruca Salt from WIlly Wonka screaming that she wanted a Goose that laid Golden Eggs... I want it all NOW!

Overload

Today was just too much. Work drama, housing strife, blood pressure stuff- it did come down today a bit, allergies, and to make matters even worse, I was having a HORRIBLE hair day.

So, I did what any stressed out red blooded American Woman does. I went shopping.

Yes, dear internet, I released an assload of stress at Tysons. It was a thing of beauty, prompted by my damn underwire bra going kaput on my drive home. The bastard wire popped neatly into my armpit, almost causing me to hit the car in front of me. I was planning on coming home and packing like a good camper, but instead, I let expletives fly and turned my car towards Tysons Corner.

Headed into Nordstroms (moment of silence por favor), and looked towards the Lingerie area. The woman must have seen me coming for she had a smile on her face unlike any I had seen today. More over, she probably saw my crooked boobs, sans one very necessary underwire, and heard the "ca-ching" of the cash register. Needless to say, the girls are supported once more, and my check book is a little lighter.

Instead of exercising any small shread of self control, I ventured out to the mall, and decided that I needed work appropriate spring clothes. See in Texas, Spring is more of a concept than an actual season. We have Hot, Hotter, and Not Hot. November-March fall under the "Not Hot" category, and pretty much anything goes. Working for a small start up company in Austin, wearing a Hooters t-shirt to work often time was "ok". As I realize daily, this aint Austin anymore, I need to beef up my spring time wardrobe. I used a little control- bought a few things here and there, and then I walked by Talbots. Talbots is NOT my normal store in the shopping routine, but they had the cutest jackets in the world in their window. A black one and a denim one. So, like I NEVER do- I bought both. I am sorry my little check card, payday is Friday. I promise.

So, here I sit, surronded by shopping bags, knowing that I need to be boxing this crap up so I can move this weekend, and all I can think of "i want a nap".

Can I have a do-over on this week?

this isnt a good sign

Its 7:46am, and I am still in my robe, and my hair is still wet. I feel absolutly no desire whatsoever to start my morning. I want to crawl back under the covers and sleep for about 11 more hours.

Meh.

Sometimes being a grown-up sucks. I want to call off, but that is just soo not cool

Wonder if I can single handedly bring back the "wet hair look"?

another busy day

Yesterday was balls to the walls busy. Of course it was, it was Monday!

I started and stopped three posts yesterday- nothing being overly exciting or exceptionally interesting. I wish I had some juicy gossip to share, or a funny story. I can tell you about life on the Beltway- yes, thats about as exciting as my days get. I can tell you about the totally screwed up dream I had about being chased around by a big calculator and an H&R Block Tax consultant- it didn't get much more interesting after that.

I could talk about the fact that my blood pressure is higher than normal right now. I went to the walk-in clinic yesterday by our office at lunch time and asked them to take my blood pressure- it was 160/110. Thats high by anyones standards. They made me walk back over a few hours later, and it had gone down to 130/90. Still high, but not nearly as bad. I have to come back this morning and do it all over again. I tell ya, this getting older stuff is for the damn birds.

I thought about telling everyone that I am moving on Saturday, but, I soo don't want to jinx it, so I wont. I have a new philosophy that basically wraps around the belief that if something good happens, and I yammer on about it, I am going to jinx it. It has worked twice this past month, and I don't want to screw up again.

Ohh this post just oozes happiness doesnt it? I need a vacation. A real, beach vacation with sun tan lotion, trashy romance novels, maybe a cabana boy, and defintally my iPod.

I need to take care of this really soon.

idle hands are the work of the devil..

You know, its the quiet weekends that always get me. I went to breakfast with a few girlfriends this morning, and had a great time. They wanted to go off and shop the day away, and I, who am watching my pennies decided to come home and start packing up my room.

I can't help today but be slightly homesick. I can't put my finger on why, but I crave a good ole fashioned Sunday in Austin. My friends and I had a great routine put into place, altered only slightly by the NFL schedule. They called me this morning in jest and asked me if I wanted to meet up with them for breakfast at our old standby, Java. Don't get me wrong, I am having a blast here, but once in a while, I get this overwhelming sense of "i need to go home", and that phone call kind of put me over the edge.

I love Austin in the springtime. Yeah, ya, there is a song that is dedicated to Paris in the Spring, but I admit, Austin is just magnificant this time of the year. Things are blooming everywhere. The weather is NOT hot, the air is clean, and everyone is outside moving and doing. This weekend is historically my planting weekend, before i had the house, I would work on my flower pots, huge bursts of color on whatever patio, or balcony that I had, and then last year was a bachanalia of flats of color for my front and back yards. It's like giving birth to something every spring, without the pain of labor.

Today, as I was coming home, I looked around and saw the beginning blossoms of the daffodils, and pear tree's, I was taken aback by how much I miss having my own peice of earth to play with. I am moving into a high-rise apartment next weekend, and there sure is heck no room for any kind of plants on the teeny, albiet great, balcony. This will be my first time in over 6 springs that I can't plant. I won't be able to make 11 million trips to Home Depot, The Great Outdoors and The Red Barn, for "just a few more things". My check book will be happier, but my heart is a little sad.

As hard as it is for me to get over, peoples lives go on when someone moves. When I first moved to this area, I must have been on the phone with my friends every day, multiple times a day. Now, I am lucky to talk to some of my girlfriends once a week- they are all doing their own things and living their fantastic lives. I am not really complaining, but it's a little sad to realize that a group that I was so entrenched with, has moved on. That sounds lame, like I expected them to lay prostrate on the ground wailing when I left, but it's just weird that I am not a part of their every day doings.

One of my best friends is dating, from the sounds of it, a wonderful man. This is her first real realtionship in years, and I am sad that I am not there to share in her excitement. Another set of friends is now 5 months pregnant- again, I am a little bummed out that I cant be there to be a part of the preparation for the new little guy. Life goes on, as well as it should, but I am looking at all these events from an outsiders perspective now. It's just different.

Work has FINALLy slowed down and I can breathe. Now that I have some time on my hands, I just don't know what to do with it. Maybe that's why I am thinking more about home, or rather Austin. I am building a perfectly good life here, its just the transition that stings a bit.

So, off I go, to bury my head in a book, and start packing up my stuff again. It's a never ending process, and sometimes I just get overwhelmed by all of it.

Lazy Weekend

I get so used to being busy, that I sometimes feel guilty for relaxing.

Yesterday was a quiet day- mostly drove around a bit, taking some photos. Got my library card, checked out 5 books, and came home and watched the game. Yes, the UT Basketball game. We lost. I pretty much took to bed once the game was over with- for the stress, and frankly, I was pretty bummed out. I had equated them moving to the Final Four to some kind of personal goal. Hard to explain, but I actually took that loss a hell of a lot more seriously than I normally do. Oh well, life goes on and its not like UT didn't win the National Championship for Football, and I am pretty sure we had a baseballl championship as well.

So, back to yesterday. I watched the game, and went to bed and read a book. Then this morning I got up at 6am, and well, read another book. I speed read. I can't help it, sometimes it bums me out when I finish a book so quickly- I would love the savor the words, but really my eyes just rip through the pages.

Not sure what I am going to do today. I think I may go to a museum- feeling rather low key and lazy again today. I am either going to read all day, or maybe go downtown. No real push to do either.

Breathing a big

sigh of relief. The search for housing is OVER! I am moving into a great apartment next weekend. I am going to be living with someone, but the apartment is soo worth it. Seriously amazing. The view is to die for, the roof top balcony will be perfect for this summer, and the location is EXACTALLY where i wanted it.

In addition to this total sucess, I am just twitterpated with happiness- I realized this morning I can listen to my favorite Austin Radio station here in DC. KGSR Check it out, well, unless you really like Jessica Simpson and Justin TImberlake. You probably wont find any of that on here.

So, today is Saturday. I don't have ANYTHING to do but sit back and enjoy the day and nurse a mild headache that was totally deserved. Damn that demon liquor. Enjoy it!