I feel like complaining. And then I don’t. And then I do. I guess its not really complaining. Lets call it venting shall we?
One awesome thing first…guess who’s back? You know it. This girl. Back in all her glory.
She had a good time in Alb with my mom. And by good time I mean she ATE. A LOT. Hmmm……
Guinness on the other hand, I don’t think he is too happy about this. He was enjoying being the only snuggle buddy in the bed and on the lap and now he has to share. Boo.
Toby I think could care less. He just runs over any other dog in his way, doesn’t matter how many others there are.
Ok on to the “venting” part of the post.
These are things that are on my mind/bothering me/preventing me from being the normal chipper Cinnamon we all know and love. Most all of it (if not all of it) is totally temporary and I know it will all get better and new problems will come and all that jazz…I just seem to be in a funk and am hoping that spilling my guts out on the internet will in some weirdly cathartic way help me to feel better. That was a long horrible sentence. See? I’m down and out.
1. Living in temp housing is killing me. Ok that’s dramatic. Its really fine. But still.
This is seriously the biggest thing that just has me feeling so discombobulated. The logical-don’t-want-to-complain-but-want-to-be-thankful-for-what-we-have part of me says, “it could be a 1000 times worse and its really not so bad.” The I’m-not-comfortable-and-want-a-routine-and-my-stuff-back part of me is over it. Its been about three weeks and no idea really when it will be over. We are “next on the list” but we are basically just waiting for someone to vacate their house. No telling when the next one might be.
Things I don’t like about temporary housing
- We don’t have our stuff. Need batteries? Yep, those are packed. 98% of kitchen supplies? Yep, packed. That one shirt that goes with those one pair of pants? Yep, packed. We brought a good amount of stuff with us, but obviously the majority of our everyday items are packed away in storage waiting to be liberated back into our lives.
- The internet is super spotty. This makes a lot of things hard. #firstworldproblems
- Two words. No tempurpedic.
- The three of us are sharing one bathroom. Gross.
- Meals/cooking is do-able but very VERY difficult given my already limited creativity in the kitchen
- No DVR. No idea whats on at what time on what channel. Horror.
2. As I start to think about ramping up on blogging again, I am feeling like I am starting all over again at square one. I am positive that during my absence I have lost many readers and interest. I also feel that since my blog sort of has a direction, in reality it is all over the place. I struggle with feeling OK with that and wanting it to have more structure.
Other thoughts on blogging
- I want to get way better at Twitter. I think I can if I really just take the time to do so.
- I want to get way better at linking to content that I find and enjoy.
- I honestly have no idea how some people keep their blogs up during busy times in their life. I wonder how some of the daily (sometimes twice daily) bloggers would have dealt with what I have been through the past month or so with regard to their blogs. How do they keep up? How do they make the time and deal with internet issues. These are things I think about and then I realize, I’m probably just not as good at it as they are. They have it all figured out. I am clueless.
- I hate that I hate pumpkin. This time of year I swear its all over everything and in everything. I just don’t like it. Maybe I should force myself to like it (like I did with bananas) just so I will be able to make some of the recipes I will be reading about for the next four months?
3. I am horrible at calling people. I’m not sure exactly where this came from but I absolutely hate calling someone unless they know I’m about to call. I feel like its such an intrusion. I have no idea what they are doing or in the middle of and who am I to barge in with my loud ring? Its totally irrational because I KNOW that people don’t see it that way. I don’t, so why would others. I’m pretty good with texting, but calling…its just rough for me. This is going to be tough for me considering the main way to keep in touch with the majority of my super close friends that I just left in Seattle will be the phone. This will be a challenge for me, so I’m hoping I get better at it in the coming months.
4. Election stuff is annoying. Since when does disagreeing with someones view on something mean you have to hate them? Or spew ugly words about? Its so dissapointing to see people be so mean and demeaning and condescending. Its also annoying when people smugly act like if you disagree with their opinion you are just so incredibly stupid. I feel like we have lost the ability to have a calm conversation about differences of opinion. In my opinion most of this is driven by the fact that people don’t know WHAT they actually believe. They follow trends, parents, friends, popular ideas, social media and don’t bother to actually look into things. I am just as guilty of this as others which is why I try not to even really talk about politics, candidates etc…unless I really have a good understanding of what the actual issue is. Politics is so incredibly complicated and we all tend to act like we know exactly how to run an entire country. It frustrates and disappoints me.
Alright, enough venting.
Two funny thoughts/stories to end with.
1. I’ve heard about the show Storage Wars but had never seen it before. The day after we loaded all of our earthly possessions into our storage unit, the show happened to be on and we watched like 6 episodes. I instantly wanted to go back to our unit, open the door, look at it for 5 min and then place a bid. I think ours would get top dollar. Side note…we went by the unit last week to get something and saw a sign that an auction was going down later that day. We saw a truck that had a “Yuuuup” sticker on it. Crazy.
2. On our drive back to California from New Mexico there is a point where you have to stop and they do an inspection. Basically “inspection” means they just ask where you are coming from and ask if you have any plants, fruits, vegetables or animals.
This is how it went down.
We drive up and Paul gets nervous. You know that nervous feeling you get when you go through airport security even though you haven’t done anything? Thats what was going on.
The lady stops us and says, “where are you coming from?”
Cinnamon quietly from the passenger seat, “New Mexico”
Paul blurts out, “MEXICO!”
he nervously laughs and then says “I mean New Mexico”
Then the lady says, “Any plants, fruits, vegetables or animals?”
Toby promptly sticks his head out the open front window from the back seat.
The lady says, “Oh what’s this?” with a smile.
Guinness crawls up on Pauls lap to see whats going on.
The lady says, “Oh theres more than one”
She goes to pet Guinn and he kind of wags his tail, sniffs her out and then barks loudly in her face.
Somehow, we were not arrested.