Snow birding

We hit the road the day before it started snowing in Indy.  Great timing! After 18 hours in the car with two cats (Lucky went out on the leash once during our stop for grits and bicuits and half the staff came out to look) we landed at our new home on Thursday. After a few hours of napping we were ready to get busy on the billion and one projects that awaited us. Brian did a very cool rehab on the floors so we needed the right paint to complete the look. By Thursday night we had 9 paint samples up all over the (previously) yellow walls. Brian indulged my desire to try so many (very) slightly different colors and Lori was pulled in to help us reach a decision.  In the end we all got to about the same favorite and the painting began the next day (24 hours in Tampa.) Three coats later we finally finished today. We had to get it done before the moving truck arrives with my stuff tomorrow.

Every day, all day we play musical chairs with the animals and endure hissing, growling, and one very bloodied dog who hasn't yet figured out that the fur balls are in possession of deadly weapons. It is incredibly tiresome. I believe Annie's lifespan has been shortened by a couple years from the stress and Gracie is going to need reconstructive plastic surgery on her snout. Today I was home alone painting and Gracie was bored so she came and dropped her toy in the roller pan then as I was getting up to clean it and put her out I heard the distinct sound of Lucky eating plastic, when I went into the (gated) cat room I found not only that he had eaten both handles off of a shopping bag, but Annie was sitting in the litter box (for the hundredth time) except I hadn't cleaned it since last night so she was litterally hiding in a shit box. I hit the wall a little.

We've had one night out and about and Brian took us to the Ike and Jonesy's of Tampa (Frannie O's for my VT friends.) He told us there would be a great mix of young and old people and there was a mix, except the young people were us. One woman who looked to be over 70 was wearing some long white cape all night yet still got down on the dance floor to Back that Ass Up.  I went to the bathroom and waited in line, old cape lady comes out of a stall and says "sorry ladies, that appetizer really stopped me up." At that point I decided we might want to move along to a place where we were the older folks not the young whippersnappers. See pics of the hotspot below.

As of tomorrow we'll officially be classified as hoarders (once the truck arrives.) Not only are we stuff hoarders we are also people and animal hoarders. If someone wants to call the A&E show on us, feel free as we could use some organizational help and junk removal.

H-bomb...Out

Hectic last week in the Rip. Lori Ann and I do not make things simple, we both get all crazy and it's like a massive tornado blowing across hoosier country.

We hosted an unsuccessful open house on Saturday. About 5 looky-loos came through but no one had any real interest in the place.  Then tonight when we are both knee-deep in wardrobe boxes (and there is still a massive bucket of alcohol on the counter) this guy calls me asking if he can see the place.  Of course! And by the way...he's parked outside my house. It was an awesome showing.

More fun/successful than the open house was our Halloween night out with friends on Saturday. It was a blast. We had cops and robbers, an elf, the tooth fairy, supergirl, one of the brokeback mountain guys (Jake Gyllenhaall I think), Mario and Luigi (Mario had massive moose knuckle issues), Tubbs, a pin-up girl (me - I had to look cute!) and an unfortunate celebrity wreck (Lindsay Lohan.) I fell down no less than 3 times, which would lead someone to assume I was wasted (I wasn't TOTALLY sober) but noticed the next morning that my heel was askew so I started with a wardrobe handicap.

You can't read the whole bumper sticker, but it says Bennett's Smut and Eggs. It is the 5-star home of porn in the morn that we patronized when in Madison, WI. And yes, it is exactly what it sounds like.



Brian is just as crazy getting ready for us. I had him install a cat door out to the garage so we could keep the litter box out there. He had to buy the door for "large cats and medium sized dogs" to account for Annie's stress-related weight gain. Between a major floor refurbish and the cat door he has been flat out with projects.  Lori Ann and I are painting as soon as we get there and then tacking in all the baseboards - and this is prior to putting all the furniture back into the main living areas and with a dog and two cats running around. The cats are getting anxious with all the activity. Lucky has managed to eat a lot of plastic and even found some 5 year old catnip which is currently strewed all over my bathroom floor. I think they tolerate the anxiety better when they are high on the nip.

We pull up anchor on Wednesday. All readers wish us luck please!

Focus on 'portant stuff

We were NOT productive this weekend.  I repeat, NOT PRODUCTIVE. Got pedicures on Saturday. Ate brunch with friends both days. Did a bit of shopping for halloween. Napped like a professional.  The most excitement I had was Lucky (one of my super-smart cats) taking a digger off of the balcony, sliding a bit down the rail, crashing behind the TV and landing.  This is a 20 (or so) foot balcony so you would assume he might have some damage but as far as I can tell he is fine.

Watched a segment on 60 Minutes tonight about unemployed people. About 2 minutes into it Lori and i were both on the computer frantically searching for jobs. In the midst of what amounted to a slightly better than stagnant weekend, the best we came up with was nanny and/or pet sitting jobs. We signed up on a site that pairs caregivers with needy children and animals and had to quantify our caregiving experience.  All I had was the lifelong care of the two morons I adopted. Lori made up some child care stuff (kidding, she embellished true information.)

We have also looked into bartending school, getting certified for CPR and mowing lawns. We both agree that not working is a far nicer life than working 9-5 but having money is better than not.
UPDATE: We have decided on our halloween costumes.  Lori is going to be Lindsay Lohan out on parole (ankle bracelet and all) and I am going to be a pin-up girl (an excuse to wear my favorite green dress.)

Who am I?

So the lady at the cosmetic surgery place didn't recognize me this morning.  I've been going there for a year and she has never not recognized me before. Granted, I was usually coming from work and looked like a professional human being and today I was in my cleaning clothes, but still. I'm assuming I am soooo radiant from my lack of stress that I blinded her with my illuminated beauty. Then tonight my mom asked me if I am depressed because she's worried that I'll become a drunk (that conversation is about 20 years past due...) I must be really off my game!

On a more positive note I have gotten 4 calls about my condo (with nothing more than some signs in the window and a craigslist posting) and am showing it tomorrow.  Lori got home from a fun weekend away and I put her right to work cleaning (sorry.) I got a super-corny wreath for the front door and even purchased mums and a big decorative pumpkin to look appropriately festive.  Plus I bought a new scented oil thing for the cat litterbox area and I got apple spice and fall harvest scents to keep it seasonal.  Lori walked in and commented that it smelled nice so I guess it is doing an ok job at hiding the cat urine odor.  This way I don't have to bake cookies in order to make the house smell good before a potential buyer comes over and I can ignore the litter for a couple days at a time - I am sooo smart killing two birds with one stone!

Still no determination on the halloween costume but one more has been thrown in the mix as a good group outfit - the rescued Chilean miners.  I think headlamps and dirty faces would be all that costume would require.  We'll see.

Help wanted!

No, this isn't a job posting. I'd like some input on two things: 1. possible occupations and 2. Halloween costumes.

First, I've been so enjoying my month of unemployment that I'd like to figure out a way to make this a permanent lifestyle without being reduced to living in a box or begging for pennies. I'm thinking of a couple of ideas.  One, is the beginning (or renewal??) of a life of crime. I figure one big theft per month and I could spend the rest of the time relaxing. If someone with technological expertise would be willing to partner up with me we could get into some manner of identity theft or other online tomfoolery.  My second idea is to marry aliens looking for green cards for a hefty sum.  As long as they would be willing to pay I could live with each for the requisite 3-5 years in order to validate the marriage.  I would even consider bigamy so as not to cause issue with divorce.  Thoughts from the peanut gallery on the best course of action?

The next dilemma is what to wear for Halloween. Lori and I (and anyone else who would like to join) are thinking of some group-type costume.  I was set on being gang members, but couldn't decide whether we would be bloods or crips.  I prefer red (and can do an actual gang sign for bloods) but Lori thinks she would look better in blue.  Then I talked to little miss Callan tonight and she suggested we go as the three blind mice.  There are only two of us but I can imagine there is another friend of ours with a need for a costume who would be willing to put on ears, a tail and sunglasses.  VOTE EARLY AND OFTEN!

I'm from Vermont, i do what I want

I have been an official leaf peeper this week. VT is absolutely beautiful right now. Makes you want to live here... If nothing else this makes relaxation that much more relaxing.

People keep asking me what I am going to do next.  Other than getting myself together to go to Florida I don't know. And darn it, I'm not here to ponder my navel I'm here to clear my mind (some might suggest that clearing my mind shouldn't take a week...) At this point I have been living little miss Callan's life for a few days and I think I might want to take it over. I have been sleeping in her bed and driving her car - it's the baby bear's porridge (just right)!

Tomorrow is my last day here so I have to cram everything I haven't yet done into today. That means brunch with my brother, dinner with Big Mike and Mar Mar and packing back up. I literally wore one third of what I brought with me here - I could have gone carry-on and save $50.

So as to what I have accomplished, other than relaxing of course, I spent 3 days with my mom and helped her get our summer place ready for sale/closed on, then I moved into Cassie and Mr. Gabe's house for a day and tore it up at the Red Sq (sorry to anyone whom I accosted and/or offended),  and I have now been holed up in Williston for three days. I am not quite ready to go back to the reality of my situation.

Monday...A New Week....

H Bomb is still gone, so I wake up to Lucky pushing against my head, becuase he is hungry.... so I feed him.... I go for a 4 mile run... becuase this is something I decide I want to get back into routine with... then I jump on the internet to look at jobs... until Lucky steps on the computer keyboard to write his own message...I need to be quicker with this cat... he is totally winning.

Turn on the TV to see Hoarders..... a show... that is perfect to watch before I go to my next task.... PACKING..... the parental unit  (Pat and Tom) are coming to town tomorrow night to pack my stuff into storage... so I will be officially traveling with clothes.... roller blades... bike... and my car, no more house stuff.  I am hoping everything fits into my car.  Women have a  lot of clothes.. and I am a little worried.

I spoke to my brother last night and we are going to be tight with closet space at his house.... 1 GUY to 2 LADIES... the house will be full of stuff.... and there is talk of another moving sale when H Bomb and I get down there... no need for us to become CLOTHES HOARDERS...... and I have already been to Plato's Closet... two times....and it sucks when you get a message back from them stating...  your clothes are too mature.... which equals no cash... and that I am an old loser.... Ouch.  Can't they just say.... no thank you..... no need to go into details.