MOVING!!

We're moving!!

After 2 years in what was supposed to be a transitional small, 1-bedroom duplex, we've finally decided to upgrade and get the hell outta dodge. A friend of the family is moving in with his girlfriend and thus his house is gonna be open and up for rent. We jumped at the chance and we're very excited to be moving to a bigger place. It'll be so nice to be able to turn around without bumping into furniture or a dog.

Our current living conditions include the bottom floor and basement of a 2 story home. We have a decently sized living room, but with the office/desk area also in the living room, along with the 2 large windows and three doorways, there is not much room for furniture save one oddly small couch. We have a dining room, albeit dark from no windows , a poorly designed (old) kitchen with very little counter/cabinet space complete with the pantry in the dining room instead of the kitchen. The bathroom is small, with the toilet directly behind the angled door, leaving no room to really stretch out on those "marathon" bathroom trips. The bedroom is big enough... the closet not so much... but oddly, the door leading from the basement comes out into said bedroom. There is a garage, which would have been useful on those snowy days the past two years, if the landlord would have cleaned it out as he had promised when we moved in two years ago. There is a nice big yard, but not being fenced in and being on a very busy road, becomes more of a bother to mow than the haven we were hoping the dogs could enjoy. Let's just say, we're happy as hell to be getting out of this place. Its stiffling and we feel like we're going nowhere fast here.

The new house is an older 1 1/2 story home just 2 blocks from our current location. Its got a big screened in front porch with hardwood floors that could probably be used the entire year. A nice open stairway in the foyer just off the formal living room, separated by the formal dining room by beautiful woodwork shelves. A nice functional kitchen, a reasonable bathroom, laundry on the first floor (instead of the dreary basement), and a huge sunken family room, and a small bedroom that Tom has dubbed his "smoking room," complete the first floor. Upstairs there are 2 good sized bedrooms with lots of closet space! There's a deck just outside the kitchen door in the back of the house leading to a deep, shaded lot, completely fenced in for the enjoyment of our doggies! We're so excited to let our dogs run around outside without the fear that they'll run into the road. Its a nice tree-lined, quiet neighborhood, with not much traffic. Its the perfect deal!

I know this may be not too interesting for my first post in months, but as I've said before... I'm so excited!! My mom and I have already begun looking for furniture to fill the place and I'm gonna start painting in a couple weeks! Look for more post and pictures soon!!

later
carebear

Beer and Buffalo Chicken

Its Super Bowl Day!!

Now I'm gonna be honest... I really don't give a crap. I'm not a Patriots or a Giants fan, but I mean, come on! Its the SUPER BOWL! People will eat more junk food today than any other day in the year, which is why I'm making 7 1/2 pounds of buffalo chicken drumsticks and a pile of super nachos for only 4 people. Not to mention all the beer!

We did this last year too. Having nothing better to do, we invited Mom & Dad over last year to imbibe large amounts of buffalo chicken and nachos and consume way too much beer while watching the "Big Game." Well, none of us really gave much care to who was actually winning the Super Bowl (Mom, Dad, and I are Browns fans, while Tom's more of a Patriots follower), so we were flipping through the channels and came across the Animal Channel's "Puppy Bowl." What is the Puppy Bowl, you ask? A room, decorated to look like a miniature football stadium, where puppies of all breeds and sizes were places and allowed to roam, tussle, bark, flop... whatever puppies do, complete with a referee to clean up the "intentional grounding" left by a puppy on the 50 yard line. It was hilarious.

Well, so this year we decided again to invite the 'rents on over. My dad's first reaction was, "I'm not gonna watch that damn game!! I hate both those teams... why would I wanna watch that?! *grumple grumple* " He's still bitter the Browns didn't make it to the playoffs. But he has since changed his mind about coming when we promised buffalo chicken, beer, high speed internet access, and the Puppy Bowl! So, he and my uncle are coming over for what hopes to be some good times.

So everyone enjoy your "Super Sunday" and I guess.... Go Pats!

My Life as I Know it...

Since I'm new to the game, I'll fill ya in on a few stats.

Nurse. Registered Nurse.
Known affectionately to my bf as Nurse-a-Poodle, to be exact. And if you feel it oh-so-necessary to ask me about some strange boil or odd rash or some never-before-heard-of rare disorder... what the hell... ASK AWAY! Believe me, its probably not the strangest thing I've seen or heard. I'll do my best to answer your question and fill you in to the best of my knowledge, but don't abuse it! This is NOT WebMD! And don't think you'll get away without being mentioned here if I find your inquiries amusing (anonymity ensured). If you have a nurse in your life, you've probably noticed, we have a wacky sense of humor and strange appreciation of all things disgusting. It comes with the diploma.

Tres Perros.
I have a zoo. Neatly compacted into a small, one-bedroom apartment. Three dogs, 1 cat, 7 fish, and a bf. If I quit my job and spent my whole day vacuuming I still couldn't keep up with all the hair! The sheepdog came first, then the cat.... okay, nice happy little crowd. Then the boyfriend and the move to the small, one-bedroom apt... still doing fine. Then, suddenly, due to circumstances beyond our control... the beagle mix and the lab come to stay! Hmmm, starting to get a little crowded in here! And then, because we are gluttons for punishment... LET'S GET SOME FISH! I joked with the bf that we should get a bird, but I think the only fowl we'll be able to squeeze into this place is odor.

Small Town.
I live in the buttcrack of Ohio. Kinda smashed between the 2 big cheeks of Indiana and Michigan. Population- shrinking. I was born here, moved away long enough to waste some money on 2 different colleges and 4 different majors, finally getting an associates degree in nursing, and then in a moment of desperation, moved back. Smooth move. It's generally a nice town, just kinda boring. Not much too occupy time. The excitement of the week is usually making a trip to Wal*Mart.

Key Players.
The bf, or Tom, as he shall be known. We've been together for almost 2 years. A whirlwind romance at first, with what was supposed to be a temporary move-in situation, wound up being more on the permanent side. Mom and Dad, or Mom and Dad. Its just them and their 2 devlish dogs and a bird they actually named "Satan." Friends... not many. Due to my rather quick departure from my last place of residence, my friends were left behind in a blur. I miss them tons. The Co-Workers. Nuff said.

So you're all caught up. Stay tuned...

The Blogging Craze...

Its the newest thing from 3 years ago. I've always been a little slow on the draw. Ya might as well make sure the shit's gonna stick to the wall before you throw yourself against it. So here we are. I'm putting my 2 cents in the bucket. Everybody's doing it... why not me too?!

If there's anyone out there that becomes even remotely interested in my little piece of the world, then fabulous... why not?! I'll try to make it worthwhile, but I can't promise anything. I'm not the most interesting person in the world, but I believe that my life has just as much meaning and depth as anyone else who decides to put it all out there to be read by the world!


So here goes!!!!