Opportunity

On opportunity: “They say when opportunity knocks you should let it in and invite it to sit at your table. F*** that — when opportunity knocks, you should take it captive. Beat that s*** down. I’ve got opportunity tied to a chair in my basement with a ball gag in its mouth. Opportunity ain’t even thinking about leaving my house. If you keep quiet for a second, you’ll hear it whining.
— Tracy Jordan

via The Last Semester

Unloaded

Exhorbitantly priced tie-downs and rope from a gas station in the middle of nowhere: $58

Cigarettes to calm your nerves from watching your stuff almost fly off the back of the truck while driving 35mph: $6.50

Extra fuel used from driving an extra 2 1/2 hours after stopping a dozen times to fix the load: $20

Finally getting all your stuff home and sleeping in your own bed: priceless.

Moving

Ugh. I am moving again tomorrow. I have one person helping me. He's doing the obligatory box-schlepping all boyfriends have to do. I offered $50 and free lunch and libations for an hour of work, and I got no takers! What's up with that? I think I've moved a dozen times in the last year, no joke.

It'll be over soon...It'll be over soon...It'll be over soon...

ER

When's the last time you saw someone close to you laying in an ER bed with tubes coming out of them? I can't even remember how long it had been, but it happened on Friday, and let me tell you, it wasn't my favorite thing in the world. On the other hand, it was the first time I saw "the look" coming at me out of those big brown eyes from above the face mask. You know the one I'm talking about. The look. I thought I was imagining things, but he confirmed it for me later. Perhaps it was morphine-induced tenderness. Perhaps I was looking extra lovely. Whatever it was, it almost made it worth the anxiety of seeing my guy in the ER. Almost.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take my next gigantic dose of vitamins so I don't get sick. I have a big midterm to study for today.

Sick

Supplies for a pot of grandma's chicken noodle soup: $13

Gas to drive to Baderville and back: $5

Extra vitamins to ward off the flu after being breathed on all day: $10

Taking care of super-cute sick boyfriend instead of going out to dinner with him: priceless.

Next Project: Thanksgiving

Mwaahahahahaa...

Whoa

Holy bajoly. I am actually - wait for it - in a relationship. Seriously. A year and a half after the divorce, I made the conscious decision to be okay with the idea of being someone's...um...are the kids calling it "girlfriend" these days? Not just anyone's. This guy's. No one else could have made me open to this idea than this guy. This is crazy. Ridiculous. I don't know how to be in a relationship! I haven't been "dating" a man since I started dating my ex-husband 8 years ago. And it's only been 2 weeks. I think this is crazy, but I'm going ahead with it anyway. It could be bad. It could end wretchedly. In all likelihood, it will be more trouble than I could possibly anticipate. But it doesn't matter. I'm in it. And I'm liking it in spite of its shortcomings, of which there are few. I could list the good things, but that would be sappy and time-consuming. Suffice it to say that you know you're rooting for the relationship when you change your Facebook status. It's been a good 24 hours.