Did you know that when you move all your brain can think about is moving and you don't think about anything else not even your blog or wearing deodorant or changing the oil in your car or caring for your cuticles? I know that from experience because my week has been consumed with moving and cleaning. Every day this week after work I've gone over to my apartment and put more junk in my car and scrubbed the shower, vacuumed the carpets, mopped the floors, cleaned the mirrors, and done the toilets/dishes/counters/cupboards/are you bored of reading this yet because I'm bored of talking about it.
Oh and also every day I've gone into my completely empty old bedroom and just stared around and the emptiness and sobbed like a baby or a woman with extreme PMS (the latter of which I think is actually to blame for all the tears, TMI). But that's really neither here nor there, I just needed to be open and honest with you and tell you how overly emotional I've been this week.
I feel pretty bad for my parents, because their house is really clean and not cluttered and I moved home and was basically like HI GUYS THANKS FOR LETTING ME LIVE HERE FO' FREESIES NOW I'M GOING TO TAKE MY CRAP AND DUMP IT IN TWO BEDROOMS AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A TORNADO WENT THROUGH HERE NOW WHAT TIME IS DINNER?
Let's move on to something a little more uplifting, shall we? Want to know what I'm doing this weekend? No? TOO BAD because I'm going to tell you anyway. Keith and I are going to San Francisco (Francisco... Francisco... that's a fun word to say!) on Saturday to go to Alcatraz (the prison) and a Dodgers/Giants game. The tickets are his birthday present (for his birthday that was in May... better late than pregnant!) and I tricked my boss into buying them for me. SO. The fun part of the story is that we aren't staying overnight in SF, we're staying at his parents's house which is 3 hours away. That means on Saturday we have to LEAVE their house by 430am because we're definitely stopping for coffee and donuts and we have to be at Pier 33 for our boat to Alcatraz by like 815am. After Alcatraz we're taking a trolley to Chinatown and eating lunch or whatever there, and then doing whatever we want until around 5ish when we're heading to AT&T Park for the game, which starts at 605. What's that? You didn't need a timeline? TOUGH NUTS. The moral of my story is that we're going to be gone for almost 24 hours and I'm going to be tired and grumpy and sweaty and sometimes I'm not very nice when I'm grumpy so I've been trying to warn Keith that I'm not responsible for the things I say under deprivation of sleep.
He just laughed.
Want to know something funny? I had no intention of talking about anything I wrote about. Really, what I wanted to discuss is what should I wear??? The outfit I really want to wear is this:
Tribal print poncho/cardigan from In Bloom Boutique.
I actually really want to do a whole post on this poncho because I LOVE IT
but I need to find somebody to take pictures of me wearing it.
Until that happens, you're stuck with mirror selfies
Unfortunately, this isn't an option. Why? Because look at my feet. Those flats are absolutely not appropriate for walking around the hills of San Francisco for an entire day. Plus, they make my feet really really really sweaty and smelly (TMI AGAIN!) and nobody needs to experience that.I do think that cardigan would look fantastic in all of our artsy fartsy pictures, so I'm a little sad that I can't figure out a way to wear this outfit without making my feet hate me forever. So I'm settling for wearing this to work today.
If you look closely on the dresser you can see the cup in which I store my sneaktails. What's a sneaktail? That's what I call cocktails that I drink sneakily at my parents' house. Sneakily because of the "no alcohol" rule that my parents have. They also blocked FX so I can't watch Sons of Anarchy. But it's free rent so I shouldn't complain.
I think that's all the brain vomit I can stand for one day. Except I have to tell you that yesterday I was driving and I totally flipped out and almost started crying because I thought my a/c had gone out and I was like FIXING THE A/C IS EXPENSIVE THIS SUCKS! And I drove hyperventilating until I realized that the a/c wasn't broken, I just had the heater on. It doesn't get much smarter than this, folks. At least that didn't happen on the same day that I sat at a stop sign for a good 20-30 seconds waiting for the light to turn green.
The last thing I want to tell you is that the guy on my softball team who threw a ball to me at 1st base and beaned me on the shin so hard that there's still a bruise, lump, and numbness there (this was 3 1/2 weeks ago) felt so bad about it that on Monday night he gave me a box of fried macaroni and cheese balls to make up for it. I haven't eaten them but but I'm pretty sure once I do I'll have forgiven him completely because did I mention they are fried macaroni and cheese balls?
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to think about how today is my Friday and try to come up with topics to discuss with Keith's parents tonight while I'm hanging out with them waiting for him to get there.