The Good Thing About Being Married to a Nerd (+ before & after pic)

There is no question that I am married to a nerd.  A Big Nerd.

This comes with its downsides but I won't talk about those here.  Oh, who am I kidding, yes I will!

For example, I know way more about Star Wars than I care to.  And there is the occasional Thursday night when it's 10:30 and I'm half asleep on the couch, and G busts through the door and gives me the play-by-play of like 5 hours of table top warfare.  My eyes roll back into my head and yet he keeps talking.

Also, I constantly have to watch out for planes, trains, and miniature killing machines which are actually just man dolls.

On top of the microwave.

On the dining room table.

Sometimes when we run errands I get roped into going to nerd stores.

Then there was tonight when we headed to Wal Mart for some essentials and G goes, "Oh!  Let's look at the material real quick."  I was like, say whaaaaa?

He got a few yards of "ocean-ish" material for a sea-based board bored game his nerd friends play on Thursday nights.

Yes, really.

BUT BUT BUT!  There is one major benefit that I have taken advantage of lately.  G is known to say things like, "We should buy a house with a moat and a turret."  And I'm like, mmm hmmm, while sipping my coffee and perusing the latest New Yorker.

Lately he has been on a kick about closets.  The thing is, we have never had enough closet space.  So he kept talking about turning an entire room of the new house into a closet.  At first I was like, we'll see.  But the more I thought of it, the more I was like, why not???  So, we did!

Before

After

I thought about waiting until it is a little cleaner to post a picture but let's face it, this is most likely the cleanest it will ever get.  But look how nice!  Our own closet with enough space for our stuff!

This was the main priority for the weekend; I had to wear the same thing to work every other day last week.  Maybe they'll feel sorry for me and give me a raise?

TGIF, people!

This sums up our week.

New-to-me sushi

I have found my favorite sushi roll ever.

It was called something like "A Hot Night": blackened seared tuna & avocado roll topped with various fish/avocado/fresh jalapeno/hot garlic sauce.  Hallelujah and praise God.

All I can say is that I don't ever think I have looked forward to a Friday more than I look forward to tomorrow.  This has been the longest couple of weeks in the history of planet Earth.

I'll be lucky if I do anything other than sleep this weekend.

The more I drink, the more sense it makes.

I'm going to admit something just this one time and then I'll never say it again.  It's no joke or exaggeration how much I hate, fear, and loathe math.  But but but, I kind of sort of, almost enjoy algebra.  It reminds me of 8th grade and still remains the one and only math class I ever almost enjoyed in school.  It's ironic that I can do OK with variables considering that I don't understand actual numbers.  The teacher can say that the square root of 49 is 7 and I'm like, this makes absolutely no sense.  But figure out the value of X?  Yes!  Let's!

Meanwhile, this book is totally in the queue:

Source

Did you hear?  J.K. Rowling pulled one over on us and wrote under another name.  Tricky, tricky.  One can only hope it's better than her last book.

The Good, the Bad, and the Bunny

We're done!  We're out of the apartment!

Well, almost.  Correction: I'M done.

G is going to finish up a few things while I'm in GAG class tomorrow night and THEN we're done.  We turn the apartment back over to The Man on Friday.  Hallelujah and praise God.

Then we can concentrate on the house.  It looks like doomsday hoarders have moved in.

We are so exhausted we don't even gripe and hound each other anymore during this process.  That's saying something, people.  The thought of getting all my crap together for work tomorrow and, let's face it, actually getting up and going to work in the morning makes me want to throw up.  I'm so tired.

Also?  We have been missing Orca lately.  Such a sweet little old lady bun bun.

Meanwhile this one has claimed the fireplace.  She is in absolute heaven with the house this messy.  She is able to get into stuff and disappear for hours at a time.  She is probably chewing on the valuables but I'm too exhausted to care.

Last but not least, I applied to grad school today.  The only thing left to do is mail in the official packet tomorrow with my transcripts and letters of recommendation.  Then, for real, it will all hinge on the frakkety frak frak bleepin' GRE.

Time to get in the fire hose shower and then stumble to bed.

The problem with the "right now" point of view

Today was one of those days.  Before I even opened my eyes this morning, I thought, it's too hard - I just can't do this.  I don't mean 'hard' in a depression sort of way, as in not being able to face life.  I just mean it in a logistics sort of way; I feel like I can't take one more frantic, non-stop day.

It's just hard to leave the house at 6:30 a.m. knowing I won't be back until 9:00 p.m.  And then I won't be able to find work clothes for tomorrow.  And that we still need to buy a shower head but we don't have time and so the water will peel my skin off.  And I have to get a few chores done tonight, so by the time I crawl into bed, I'll only have the mental stamina to read about 1 page in my book and then I'll fall asleep.

And it will start all over again.

Wash.  Rinse.  Repeat.

Multiply by 2.  How's THAT for a calculation??

More than once I have questioned the wisdom of trying to balance all this stuff: working full time/moving out of the apartment under a self-imposed deadline/applying to a grad program/studying for the GRE.  Nothing is ever as simple as it seems and when you start to combine various activities, the results are just too stressful.

I get stressed out when I concentrate on the "right now" point of view.  As in, I can't handle all of these things right now!  But I don't have to; I just have to handle things step by step.  Today was an example: Handle work, then handle class, then handle chores for tomorrow.

The square root of -7 divided by 4 to the power of 50...Is the answer Orphan Black?  No?  Is the answer a grande vanilla latte? 

I am living smack dab in the middle of a means to an end.  We will get out of the apartment and we will be able to focus on the house.  My GRE classes will end (soon!) and I'll have a full month to force myself to study.  In a week, geez, in less than that, things will calm down.  The challenge is simply getting through the next couple of days.

Bill Cosby said, "To truly succeed, you need to want success more than you fear failure."  That is me.  In my heart of hearts I really do believe I have what it takes to be admitted to grad school; it will come down to the GRE, which is trite and inane and all kinds of other adjectives that are not PG-13 appropriate.

2+2=22, right?  More red wine, please!

Sometimes I wonder if it's God's will for me to get accepted, or if it would be better for me (for my family, for my career, for my future) if I don't get accepted, or if this is even one of those things that factors into God's will.  The truth is, if this is a matter of His will, and if He wills me to be accepted then nothing can prevent me from it, not even a bleepity bleep bleep standardized exam.  And if He wills me to not be accepted, then nothing in the world can make it happen.  It just is what it is, or as G says, it beez what it beez.

I know so very little right now.  I mean that literally (about the math AND about my future).  But the light at the end of the tunnel is the long tomorrow, not the short, crazy, frantic, stressed out today.

The Word 'Herculean' comes to mind

We're in the vagabond stage of the move.

You know the one: only a few remnants of crap are left in the apartment and the easiest way to move them is to shove them in garbage bags.  These bags will pile up in our garage and I'll get to them hopefully before Christmas.

We have carved out paths in the house so that we can walk from one crap pile to the next.  In some rooms, though, there isn't even room for a path.

Again I ask myself why, exactly, we still have so many things.  I see another good round of downsizing in the works when we start to unpack and organize.  But until then the focus is on getting everything out of the apartment and cleaning it so that we can frikkin be done with it by this weekend.

Someone please tell me why I thought it was a good idea to take GRE classes during a move.  While working full time and mothering a feral rabbit.  Etc, etc.

Sunday Funday! (Not)

Today:

Just a few more trips to the apartment.

And a couple of hours to clean it.

We made our first grocery run in two weeks.

I had a glass of wine.

I decorated our fireplace.

We have a fireplace!

We found a local donut shop.

No more walking to work.

Which means I need to start exercising.

Chasing Lucy Loo doesn't count.

Well, break's over.

Back to work.