If you give a mouse a cookie... Sort of.

If you marry a man with ADD, he'll ask you to help him with things.

And when you try to help him with things (important things, mind you) he won't call you back (or pick up the phone, even though you're calling him to give him the information he asked for).

And then, he'll tell you he's busy and to text him instead.

But texting takes three times as long and you're at work. You know, where you're supposed to be working rather than wasting all your texts on sending him massive amounts of information, and you're time, because again, you're supposed to be working. Did I mention today was amazingly busy too? With barely a moment to think?

And when you try to call him (again) he sends you straight to voicemail. And then texts you he's busy. When a phone call would take a third of the time of text or calling and getting no answer (but you didn't hear it from me, this is entirely based on theory) would take.

I think it would just be easier to give a mouse a cookie. A cartoon one that is, because otherwise you have a colony of mice.

Long story short, he's there with an apartment (in one day mind you) and all is well. Hurrah.

Also, why do they only refer to girls as coeds?

Gone baby, gone.

Um, no I've not seen the movie or read the book. I'm just using the title.

So Isaac left this weekend for his 5-6 day drive back east. So far so good. I hope he has most everything he needs. I did our last farmers market this weekend and it's fabulous now that it's over. (I don't know if I'll now know what to do with myself now that I have every weekend to do what I please.)

So many people have asked me how I'm doing, how I'm holding up. And in truth? I'm fine. I think this takes people aback as though I don't care. But I do, I don't know why it was harder when he was here, but it was. I think the only thing that feels a little weird and makes me miss him more is going to bed alone. As previously mentioned we talk, we skype, we text. I think a lot of this is easier since we are able to skype.

But Saturday was pretty much taken up by the Farmers Market, and then a few errands. And then yesterday I took myself to breakfast in La Conner, one of my favorite destinations. And then I waited around for they guys that cleared out all of the stuff left in the business (it was so nice to get rid of that for free) and then I ran my usual weekend errands. And I read, so much yesterday, it was grand (see the waiting around part).

So keep your fingers crossed for day three.

Happy Monday y'all.

Cut Part two

Why do I get my haircut on a weekday? I always, always, always forget I have to go to work the next day and that people will comment. Comments are not bad, unless you're me because I loathe being the center of attention. (I know, I'm weird. Also I never want my 15 minutes of fame. Ever. Too much hassle.)

Also when I say haircut I think it means something different than when most people say it. When I get me haircut 90% of the time I do something really different. I normally always chop. I'm not afraid for two reasons, one because my hair grows really fast, and it's just hair, why am I going to stay with one style forever when it grows back I can change it? (see reason one for explanation for reason two)

Also I don't like head on shots I take because I look ugly. I think I'm prettier than that but for some reason in head on shots I look much much worse (when I take them). Wait... That's actually how I look... I think I need to adjust my reality.

Okay, now off to work.

P.S. This does however now fix the whole headrest issue because I can't pull my hair back. Does this mean the headrest won?

Cut

I didn't wake up this morning with the urge but as I was at work this morning and looking at all my split ends in the bathroom mirror I realized, I really wanted to cut my hair today.

So I did.

I'm so picky and I'm posting the last one even though I hate all the front shots I take of myself. I know, no big deal right?

This is the cut I should have just done in April when I last had my hair cut but I was too ambivalent and went with a safer cut that had very little to no angle, and was longer. But this one is way cuter.

Examples

So I know I've been telling you I don't live in the best town but today, today I finally have examples for you. My street is okay and I feel safe enough there but see below as to why I won't be walking in the evenings by myself once Isaac leaves.

Example one: Sunday night (between seven and eight pm) I was finishing a movie, Isaac had already gone to bed and I suddenly heard loud voices outside on our front lawn. I let it go on a little bit but started to get nervous that it wasn't going away. So I opened my front door to two drunk (one was rather wasted) people arguing on our lawn. One had actually decided to try to walk down the side of the house as I was opening the door. However, once they saw me they skedaddled. I'm glad I didn't have to get the cops involved and I wasn't hurt but still kinda bewildering.

Example two: Last night Isaac and I were going on a walk and at the end of the block of the street we live on we over heard a conversation that went something like this. One woman standing on the street corner in front of us (no it's not that kind of transaction thankfully) and two young men walking down the street to meet her. Apparently there was a van down a different street waiting to take them somewhere (no idea but I kinda wish I knew). The two young men ask her if the person driving has a license (maybe it's optional?) and she pipes in like it's Christmas morning "Yeah, and he even has insurance too!". Because you know, that's optional.

Pray for me. (I seriously cannot make this shit up).

Expect the unexpected

So this weekend we went south and visited Isaac's family as kind of a last hurrah before Isaac leaves this coming Saturday.

Isaac went to breakfast for father's day with his dad and his brother while his mom and I went and had facials. (I know life is rough) And then sadly Linda, (my YOMIL, you can read that here) was really sick and had to cancel on her plans for that afternoon with my mother in law, and so, I at the last minute, got to go to Cirque Du Soleil's Dralion.

And it was fantastic. We took part in a quick fake wedding and saw some really amazing acrobatic work. I mean I understand why they don't let you take pictures but I wish I had something else to show you other than a picture I pulled off the internet.

But there was a trade off to seeing Cirque Du Soleil, I didn't have dinner with Isaac and his Grandma which I was looking forward too, but I was torn. And so I chose the Cirque and Isaac's dad took my place at dinner and really that was more important because I get to take him home for this last week before he drives 3000 miles.

And dudes, this is hard. He even asked me if I wanted him to stay one more day and leave on Sunday but I saId no. Even though I want him to stay until Sunday we may as well rip the band aid off as it were, because he's leaving and I would rather he get there with some time to spare, to feel somewhat comfortable rather than rushed, super tired and nervous because he doesn't know where anything is at.

For some odd reason the closer it gets the harder it gets and I really hope this time will fly. But this morning was hard because he woke up before his alarm (I know his mind is racing with all he has to do) and I woke up to his alarm but no him and while the reality is slowly sinking in, a piece just slid into place this morning a few days too soon.

And so even though today is hard, that's okay, because some days are just that way and there's no way around them. So here's to a better tomorrow and a safe journey for my babe soon.

Conversations in text

Isaac and I laugh a lot but I think some of our funniest conversations are through text. Probably one of our biggest joke topics is talking about our cats doing human things. (I really don't know why it's so funny, also what's written below has nothing to do with any of them doing anything human at all. Not really sure why I thought that information was essential.) See below:

It all started with what's for dinner (he normally cooks because he always get home earlier than I do) based on what we had to do that evening. Luna is our female cat who is very sweet but high strung due to have a traumatic babyhood (not inflicted by us). For some reason this makes it funnier to joke about her so she's the main one we joke about. (She also likes to watch tv and have her belly rubbed. You know, because I know you were dying to have that information, it's not pertinent :) )

I: Maybe I will cook, we'll see.

S: LOL just decide (I wrote LOL because he kept going back and forth between cooking and getting subway)

I: Can't until I know what time my appt is over.

S: Okay but I just meant it's your decision.

I: I can't tell you. Only Luna knows.

S: We're eating Luna? Poor Luna... (okay, fine, I started it)

I: She's not red meat or pork. You could eat her. (I only eat chicken, turkey and fish)

S: LOL, so mean!

I: She's eating us out of house and home. So we can't eat her.

S: LOL but that should mean we can eat her. But I won't... that's mean.

I: We are mean.

S: Yes.

I just noticed I use LOL way too much but I'm also sure I use OMG too much too.

I hope everyone has a great Thursday.