Almost there

Last weekend was one helluva muscle-building cramping exercise for all of us. With Bert's help, all three men emptied the storage unit and moved furniture and boxes into the house. Everything had to be washed and disinfected with clorox to wipe out mildew and what not as everything had been stagnant since a year ago. I will spend the rest of the weeks or months doing boxful loads of laundry. (woohooo)

Now we atleast have furniture in the house. Eventhough I cannot hide my disappointment in our vast difference in taste in home furnishing, I am atleast thankful we have something to sit on and a table to eat at. We sort of "inherited" a lot of these furniture from Jason's parents, grandparents and ancestors. So I can understand that it is of sentimental value.

I'll getcha!!!

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Bathroom obsession

I've recently developed an obsession with bathroom accessories. I know there are other more important household things that I should pay more attention to but I just can't help oogling at those matching toothbrush holders, soap dispensers etc... Maybe its the mad perfectionist in me to get everything color coordinated. Whenever I step into Bed, Bath and Beyond or Linens N Things, I will automatically walk into the bathroom accessories aisle and spend atleast 20 minutes just looking and looking and looking. Jason has to usually come and drag me away. I was in seventh heaven when I saw the ones that I wanted in Old Time Pottery going on clearance for only $1 a piece!!!
What's funny is that we have no furniture in our house yet, but the bathroom vanity is all ready to welcome our guests!

People watching

I admire my husband. He and my father-in-law did one heck of a job today putting floorboards above the garage. All that sweat(in the freezing 43F), splinters and two bleeding fingers converted that room into a cozy storage space.
I felt kinda useless not being able to render much masculine help except to hand them their tools, so I decided to sit by the balcony to drink in some sunlight to get some warmth. We do not have any heat in the house yet and my nose felt like a block of ice cube ready to fall off. We are also anticipating Sleet and Ice tonight according to the weather forecast.
The balcony gives me a good view of everybody walking by the house. I saw atleast 4 owners walking their dogs and letting their dogs poop in our yard and not having the courtesy of picking up after their canine pet. If only I had a water gun with me, I would've shot that creature with purple paint.
I also witnessed 5 people jogging and two of the men spit right into our yard. I thought only people from China would do that.
So if our grass is greener than everyone elses', you know why.

Goodbye Jeep

It is a week of goodbyes.
My poor hubby had to say goodbye to his beloved Jeep today. I'll let him tell you why in his blog. It is a sentimental part of him and I know he holds many fond memories of his jeep.

Just proves my point that Valentines day is a cruel-cruel day!

I think we do not need any more goodbyes for awhile.

Goodbye Champ

My cousin called me this morning to tell me they had to put Champ, their dachshund, to sleep. I felt sad. Champ was a bright and extremely obedient dog and he had many funny antics. He would roll over before feeding time, lift up his paws automatically to be wiped after each walk and he would bring his toothbrush over to you when its time to brush his teeth after his meal. I have never seen a dog do that.
After hearing the news this morning, I wondered if that was the reason I could not sleep last night. I do not usually have any problems falling asleep and would be in lala land even before you could count to ten. Well, last night, its either the werewolf in me because incidently the moon was full, or either its my sixth sense trying to tell me someone was going away.
The last time I felt this way was when my grandfather died.

Interviews

I hate job interviews. Unlike my husband because he enjoys talking about himself, I'd rather remain silent and sit like a mute observing and listening to others and making impressions in my head.

When it comes to talking to strangers, nothing seems to come out from my mouth. Or even if I do find something to say, it usually comes out sounding stupid. I usually take time to warm up before I feel comfortable with people. Sometimes, that might even take years.

So, I hate job interviews.

I do not know why most interviewers have these standard questions. Almost all the interviews I have had asks cliche questions like "What are your strengths and weaknesses", "What were the challenges you faced in your last job", "Why do you want this job" ..etc... And then there is the inevitable dreaded question of all time "What do you see yourself doing in 5 years time?"
That's when I have to lie straight-faced and tell them something boring that they want to hear. Don't get me wrong. I am a terrible liar and I will avoid telling lies at all cost. But when you ask me something like that, what am I supposed to say? Heck, I didn't even know I would find myself in Charlotte FIVE years ago.
Honestly, in 5 years time, I would love to see myself laying on a hammock somewhere in the Caribbean, watching the sunset, sipping my pina colada in one hand and holding a book in the other, listening to steel drums and the waves.... and watch Keanu strutting up and down the beach. (Sorry, Jason):)
But that's not what job interviewers want to hear, right?

Smurf

This is my nephew, Wrenn, caught in his attempt to turn into a smurf on his first birthday. I just find it so messily cute!