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When last we met, I was deciding whether Rich and I would be adopting another kitty.

When I called Lisa, the TNR lady, back, she told me about a kitty she was fostering named Mac. The rescue had adopted Mac out as a kitten, but his family had to give him back three years later because they had another child who turned out to be allergic to kitties. Mac had been to fifteen adoption events, but no one wanted to bring him home. I took a gander at his PetFinder listing, and fell in love.

Rich and I went to see the kitties at Lisa's house that very same evening. Mac turned out to be an absolute sweetheart. He was being fostered along with four tiny kittens who were constantly harassing him to play, and the family has two German Shepherds who he was tolerant of, but not exactly friendly with. It wasn't exactly the happiest situation in the world for poor little Mac. The thought of leaving him there absolutely broke my heart.

However, the little male kitten absolutely wrapped Rich around his wee paw. Since at the time he wasn't ready to come home yet, we made the decision to adopt Mac and take him home that same night.

We changed his name to Oberon, as we felt it better fit his elfin Russian Blue face. We call him Obi for short. He's settling in beautifully; he didn't stop purring for about two days after we brought him home, and he's an absolute snuggle-fiend.

As for the baby kitten that stole Rich's heart, he's going to the vet to be neutered and get his final vaccinations on Wednesday. If all goes well, he'll spend Thursday recovering at his foster home, and will come home on Friday. We plan to call him Puck, since we already have a feeling that he's going to be trouble. ;)

In non-kitty related news, I am ridiculously, depressingly out of shape. It's bad, you guys. I can barely get the lawn mowed without falling over in an out-of-breath heap. When I tried to ride my bike the other day, I got about fifty feet up our hill, and had to get off and walk the rest of the way. It was embarassing. Not to mention, my pants aren't fitting quite right these days.

This is probably the result of entirely too much sitting on my ass. My goal, starting now, is thirty minutes of vigorous exercise at least three times a week. Mowing the lawn counts, yoga does not. Neither does playing with the cat. I intend to get my pants fitting properly before faire starts. Perhaps I shall buy a hula hoop, for days when I don't feel like riding my bike.
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For those of you who may not follow me on Facebook, which is probably no one, a small recap:

Rich and I adopted our kitty, Erasmas, at the beginning of March. We love him very much, and he's seriously one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Mid-April, we volunteered with a local Trap-Neuter-Release program. They dropped off a no-kill trap, and we started trying to catch the neighborhood ferals.

At the end of April, Erasmas got out and bolted. We haven't seen him since. My heart shattered into itty bitty pieces that day. I was devastated. We've done everything we can to find him and bring him home safe, but unfortunately we haven't had a 100% confirmed sighting. He is microchipped, so if he is found and taken to a vet or shelter, they will know he's ours.

Yesterday, we came home to a note on the door from the TNR lady. She needed the trap, so she had come by to pick it up.

I gave her a call this afternoon. During our chat, it came up that the program has nineteen kittens up for adoption, and she wondered if Rich and I would be willing to take one.

Originally, I had been hesitant to get another cat right away. What if Raz comes back, and they hate each other? The TNR lady told me that their rescue will take kitties back at any time.

Rich is on-board with this idea. I...I don't know how I feel. When I asked him what he thought, and he said he'd be ok with getting another kitty, I had a very strong emotional reaction. I was near tears.

We had planned to get Raz a sibling at some point in the future anyway, and I desperately miss having a kitty around, but the completely irrational part of my brain is opposed to "replacing" Raz, even though that's not what we'd be doing at all.

Now that I've typed that out, the choice is clear. I'm calling Lisa back.
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When we first started looking at houses, I intended to buy one of those fancy-pants kitchen composters that do all the work for you, and have built-in activated charcoal filters so you don't have to deal with the smell.

Unfortunately, those cost around three hundred dollars, and you have to plug them in. Our kitchen is not currently arranged in a manner that would allow convenient placing of such a device, and also I would rather spend three hundred dollars on camera equipment.

In my internet travels, I recently discovered the concept of Bokashi composting, and was intrigued. Here was a system that could be used indoors, produced little-to-no odor, and didn't require worms! (The thought of willingly bringing creepy-crawlies into the house gives me palpitations.)

Basically, to do bokashi composting, you just need a bucket, a substrate innoculated with friendly anaerobic bacteria, and stuff for the bacteria to nom, i.e. kitchen scraps. Put the scraps in the bucket, cover with the bacteria-laden substrate, repeat until the bucket is full. Then ignore the bucket for two weeks, then place the resulting pre-compost outside to mature, after which point you can use it in your garden.

I purchased a starter kit on Amazon for less than fifty bucks. It includes a specialized bucket with a false mesh bottom and a spigot for draining off the "compost tea," which is a secondary product of the bacterial process, the Bokashi bran, a scoop, and a tool to compress the kitchen scraps and bran. Since the bacteria are anaerobic, the less air, the better!

The kit arrived on Wednesday, and so far things seem to be going well. My kitchen doesn't smell any different, and I'm really enjoying putting stuff I would normally throw in the garbage into my new bin. (Did I mention that you can put ANYTHING biodegradable, including meat and bones, into the bin? No? YOU CAN TOTALLY DO THAT.)

If all goes well, I intend to purchase a second bucket, so there won't be a gap in our ability to compost while a batch is aging in the bucket.

Now my only problem is how to handle the outdoor aging portion. I was planning on building an outdoor compost bin with fence stakes and chicken wire type stuff, but after looking at the different bins available on Amazon, it might just be cheaper and easier to buy something. There's also the issue of not knowing *exactly* where our property line is, and I wouldn't want to build something that accidentally encroached on the neighbor's yard.

Right now, I'm leaning towards this one or this one. I'm actually thinking the Fiskars one might be a better bet, since it has an open bottom which would allow worms to access the decomposing material and help things along.

At any rate, I have some time to decide, since I'm not going to spend money on anything else until I see if this whole Bokashi business works as well as the reviews I've read say it does.
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-I really wish it was more socially acceptable for Rich and I to be unmarried people who own a house together. I also really wish it was socially acceptable for me to tell his mother to mind her own damn business when she asks me when we're getting engaged. We're getting engaged when we're both ready, and not a minute sooner. I'm leaving all of the circumstances, including the ring, up to Rich. I am not going to help you pressure him into popping the question before he's ready. It's true that I may be less-than-patient in general, but when it comes to the inner workings of our relationship, that stuff's between the two of us. No one else. I've posited the idea of not telling her we're engaged, and just sending her an invitation, but Rich doesn't think we'd be able to get away with it.

-My grandfather is in the hospital. It's not terribly serious; it's just a MRSA infection on his leg. We're all more concerned about my grandmother, honestly. Her memory had been going downhill lately, and Mom said she was confused about why Grandpa was in the hospital. After they left on Thanksgiving, the rest of the family was discussing the situation. My eldest cousin was all gung-ho to put my grandparents in an assisted living facility. Knowing my grandparents, they would have NONE of that. The lack of compassion my cousin demonstrated during that and other discussions was startling.

-I've been playing Skyrim. You know a game is good when you're wandering around, and you think to yourself, "Gee, I wish I had my camera and tripod...." (In my defense, I hadn't finished my coffee yet.) It's definitely immersive!

-We ordered a new front door, and we're going to have my father come up with his van on Sunday to pick it up, along with a new back door. Unfortunately, it looks like we've run out of nice weather, so the doors probably won't get installed until springtime. Bah.

-I think a snack is in order. Yes.


Oct. 31st, 2011 09:43 am
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I hate snow, hills, and oil heat.

On Saturday, I *tried* to make it to the Halloween party I was supposed to go to. There was no snow on the ground when I left my house. By the time I made it to the parkway, not ten miles away, the road was basically impassable. Two and a half hours later, I made it home. Had it not been for some very kind off-duty firemen who pushed me up a big-ass hill, I wouldn't have gotten there. The trip was harrowing, to say the least. I swear to god, my next car will be a Subaru.

Upon arriving home, I discovered that we had no electricity. Since our fireplace isn't up and running yet, no electric means no heat. I called the NYSEG emergency line, and the message said we'd have our electric back by nine PM. Rich wasn't home yet, so I kept myself busy putting away some laundry until he arrived home safely.

Once he got home, I poured myself a nice stiff drink, and we settled in under some blankets to wait for the electricity to come back on. Dinner was Munchkins, (which I had planned to bring to the party,) crackers, and a little cheese. Eventually, we decided it would be a good plan to pile blankets on the bed and read The Hobbit to each other until the electricity came back on. Nine o'clock came and went; still, we had no power. I called the emergency line again, and they no longer had an estimate as to when we'd be back up and running.

We spent the night under two comforters and an afghan, listening to the sound of branches cracking and falling.

We woke early in the morning, and NYSEG still didn't know when we'd have power back. I called my mother, and established that as soon as it was warm enough out to drive, we'd head to her house with a crash bag, lest we should have to stay the night.

After lazing in bed for a while longer, we packed up our necessities, and assessed the situation. The only damage to our property seems to be half a tree down in the back yard. We'll know more once the snow melts a bit.

We managed to get on our way with a minimum amount of physical labor. I needed to put gas in my car BADLY, but all of the gas stations in our immediate area were either without power or gasoline. Fortunately I had enough to make it to Tarrytown, where we stopped for coffee, lunch, and a smidge of shopping. The weather was quite lovely, and the area had not been hit nearly as hard by the storm as we were.

The remainder of the trip to my parents' was uneventful. Rich stopped off to visit with a friend, and I joined him after dropping our stuff off. Got lots of cute pictures of the Bailey-puppy.

Mom and Dad took us out to dinner, and I finally got the stuffed shells I've been craving.

We slept on an air mattress in my old room. I'm cranky about the air mattress, but extremely grateful for the heat.

As of this writing, NYSEG still has no estimate as to when we'll have power. I'm incredibly annoyed by this. Can't you at least say something like, "Wednesday evening at the latest," or "No sooner than Thursday afternoon?" At least then I'd know how many pairs of clean socks we'll need.

After work (which promises to be uneventful, as my boss is also without power at his home, and is currently in Danbury,) I'm going to the house to switch out clothes and check things out.

Hopefully this situation won't last much longer!
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] gabrielleabelle at Mississippi Personhood Amendment
Okay, so I don't usually do this, but this is an issue near and dear to me and this is getting very little no attention in the mainstream media.

Mississippi is voting on November 8th on whether to pass Amendment 26, the "Personhood Amendment". This amendment would grant fertilized eggs and fetuses personhood status.

Putting aside the contentious issue of abortion, this would effectively outlaw birth control and criminalize women who have miscarriages. This is not a good thing.

Jackson Women's Health Organization is the only place women can get abortions in the entire state, and they are trying to launch a grassroots movement against this amendment. This doesn't just apply to Mississippi, though, as Personhood USA, the group that introduced this amendment, is trying to introduce identical amendments in all 50 states.

What's more, in Mississippi, this amendment is expected to pass. It even has Mississippi Democrats, including the Attorney General, Jim Hood, backing it.

The reason I'm posting this here is because I made a meager donation to the Jackson Women's Health Organization this morning, and I received a personal email back hours later - on a Sunday - thanking me and noting that I'm one of the first "outside" people to contribute.

So if you sometimes pass on political action because you figure that enough other people will do something to make a difference, make an exception on this one. My RSS reader is near silent on this amendment. I only found out about it through a feminist blog. The mainstream media is not reporting on it.

If there is ever a time to donate or send a letter in protest, this would be it.

What to do?

- Read up on it. Wake Up, Mississippi is the home of the grassroots effort to fight this amendment. Daily Kos also has a thorough story on it.

- If you can afford it, you can donate at the site's link.

- You can contact the Democratic National Committee to see why more of our representatives aren't speaking out against this.

- Like this Facebook page to help spread awareness.

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This past weekend I decided that henceforth, whenever some random creeper tries to take my photo at NYRF, I am simply going to stick my finger up my nose. This decision was prompted by too many years of having to deal with people who are incredibly rude in their attempts to snap a picture of the cute little fairy. A recent example involved me having to turn my back on a guy who was trying to take my picture while I was about to sneeze.

I imagine that there are some people out there who would like to know how NOT to be that random creeper, or (as they are refered to in some circles) a Guy/Girl With Camera.

Basically, it comes down to this: Obey Wheaton's Law.

More specifically...

People are not objects to be photographed. That potted plant may not care about constantly having cameras pointed at it, but a person will. You need to take their feelings into consideration before taking the lens cap off. Hell, I've been shooting Elmo and Zoe (Rich's mom's cats, for those of you who may be new here) since they were kittens, and sometimes they just don't want anything to do with the camera! Which brings us to our next point...

Show some damn respect. If someone doesn't want you to take their photo, don't take their photo. If you've taken a photo of someone and are asked to delete it, apologize, delete the photo, and then (this is important) do not bitch about being asked to delete a photo on FaceBook. (Or anywhere else, for that matter.) The world does not revolve around you and your camera. People have a right to tell you no, and you need to respect that. Don't take an attitude with people who don't want to be photographed. Your rights are not being infringed upon.

Do not interrupt someone while they are going about their business. In addition to the man who tried to photograph me mid-sneeze, there was a guy who interrupted a sale to try to get my picture, and another who interrupted a personal conversation I was in the middle of. I was taught when I was very small not to interrupt people unless it was an emergency. Your photo does not constitute an emergency.

If you want to take a photo with someone, ask! This should be very obvious, but unfortunately it isn't. It has only happened to me once or twice in ten years, but a friend suggested I add it here because she encounters this problem fairly frequently. It is really incredibly rude to just stand next to someone, put your arm around them, and have your friend snap a picture. If you do this, do not be surprised if the person you're trying to photograph refuses to be in your picture.

Introduce yourself to the people you want to photograph. Again, they are people, not objects. They might be more amenable to having you take their picture if you say hello, tell them why you're taking pictures, and most importantly, tell them where the photos will end up. Several years ago, I had a problem with a gentleman who was selling prints of me on the internet without my permission. If I have to explain to you why that's not ok, you probably should put your camera away until you figure it out.

If you act like a creeper, people will assume you are a creeper. This is strongly related to the above point, but I think it needs to be said. If you act in a suspicious manner, if you are using a camoflauge lens, if you are primarily interested in taking pictures of young girls, do not be surprised when people assume you're a total creep, and treat you accordingly. Unfortunately for you, once people come to the conclusion that you are a creep, there's really no going back after that. You're branded for life.

In conclusion, unless I know you to be a person who follows the above rules, you will be unable to photograph me without my finger in my nose. For the record, Lars was so tickled by my new plan that he asked if he could take a such a photo. Lars most definitely does NOT fall into the Guy With Camera category.
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"I Want to be Sedated" by the Ramones

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
I Wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport
And put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers
I can't control my brain
Oh no oh no
Just put me in a wheelchair
And get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco
I can't control my fingers
I can't control my toes
Oh no oh no
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~I GOT A PERMANENT JOB HOORAY HOORAY!!!! I will be an Administrative Assistant to a Wealth Management Advisor at Northwestern Mutual. It's a very exciting opportunity, with decent pay and benefits. I start on the fifth, and my goal for 2012 is to have ONE W2. That hasn't been the case for me since 2008, believe it or not. I've actually been very fortunate this year; I managed to swing into a temp position that started the day after B&F closed. It was only supposed to be three weeks, but it's now three months later and I haven't have to collect a single penny of unemployment. Perhaps my luck has turned?

~Things around the house are progressing! I accepted the new job on Friday, so Rich and I went out and spent some money this weekend. We got a couple of pieces of furniture we needed for the living room, and a reel lawn mower. I've never had to mow the lawn once in my life, but I kind of love doing it with our new mower. Our yard got WAY out of control, so it's going to be a little while before it's *perfect*, but it's getting there. We still have a bunch of other stuff on our to-do list, but now that I have a definite source of income we can get moving, finally. Next on the list is to pick out and purchase flooring for the dining room and library, which I fear will be more difficult than I first thought. I was originally thinking a light colored bamboo, but it turns out bamboo isn't good for high traffic areas, and darker colored floors can help lower your heating costs in winter. I think we'll be shopping this weekend.

~I don't know if I've mentioned this here, but my Aunt Patti and Uncle Harold are moving down to South Carolina this week. It's...weird. My mom's side of the family has always been pretty close, both geographically and emotionally. Thanksgiving was always at our place, Christmas always at Aunt Patti's, with various other barbecues and celebrations split up between. SC should be good for them, so that makes me happy, but I'll miss having them so close. They've given Rich and I two pieces of antique family heirloom furniture already, and my parents will be dropping off their fire table and lawn chairs this evening, so that's pretty exciting.

~Speaking of things around the house, this weekend our resident whistle pig, Buster, got a GIRLFRIEND! We noticed them both on the deck on Saturday. I think I managed to snap a couple of photos, but I haven't put them on the computer yet. We have dubbed our new yard-resident TheMissus. As long as they don't destroy our deck, I'm perfectly content with them living in our yard.

~This past Saturday, Rich and I went with my parents to the Wolf Conservation Center to see their new Ambassador Pups. THEY ARE SO ADORABLE I COULD NOT HANDLE THE CUTE. There are pictures up on my FaceBook.

~That's about it for now. I'm sure I'll think of something I missed later.
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Dear Senator,

Thomas Jefferson once said, "I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions. But laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind. As that becomes more developed, more enlightened, as new discoveries are made, new truths discovered and manners and opinions change, with the change of circumstances, institutions must advance also to keep pace with the times. We might as well require a man to wear still the coat which fitted him when a boy as civilized society to remain ever under the regimen of their barbarous ancestors."

Jefferson was saying that laws must not remain immutable; as society changes, so must our laws. It is so important for us as Americans to remember that fact that the above quote is engraved on the wall of the Jefferson memorial in our nation's capital.

Preventing people from gaining the rights and responsibilites of marriage based solely on who they love is barbaric, discriminatory, and disgusting. There is absolutely no reason to prevent two people who are legally capable of entering into a contract from doing so.

I understand that you object to same sex marriage on a religious basis. I believe that it is possible to maintain your religious views without interfering in the lives and happiness of others. If the marriage equality bill passes, your marriage will still be valid. Refusing to pass marriage equality based solely on religious objection would be like a primarily Catholic area outlawing the consumption of meat on Fridays during Lent. It would not be fair to those in the area who do not practice the Catholic religion. Not outlawing meat on Fridays would not prevent practicing Catholics from abstaining from consuming meat should they choose to do so, and it would not hinder anyone else's dietary choices.

Passing the Marriage Equality bill would not harm a single soul, and would bring happiness to and improve the quality of life of thousands of New Yorkers. I am in a heterosexual relationship, and I do not believe that the status of my relationship would be affected in any way by the passage of this bill.

Quite frankly, regardless of whether Tom and George next door are roommates, friends, life partners, married, or living in sin, it's really none of my business. I believe that people who are vocally opposed to marriage equality are far too concerned with the private lives of strangers. If they are opposed to same sex marriage, for whatever reason, that's fine. They don't have to marry someone of the same sex. However, who someone else loves and wants to marry is absolutely none of their business.

I urge you to vote yes on the Marriage Equality bill, because it's time for the laws of New York State to evolve along with society. It's time for us to put on our grown-up coats, and allow all New Yorkers equal marriage rights, regardless of who they love.

Thank you,
(My Name)
(My Address)
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The day we closed on our house, when we did the final walkthrough there was a black and white kitty in the yard. We've seen kitty several times since then, but he seems to be completely uninterested in making friends. He disappeared during the winter, and he looks fairly well fed, so we're pretty sure that he's someone's pet.

Yesterday, as I ate my breakfast, I watched kitty play "catch, release, re-catch" with a chipmunk. Woo, free rodent control!

I'm fine with letting kitty be for now, but the second he starts digging in what passes for my garden at the moment, the hav-a-hart is coming to get him!
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Our house isn't perfect by any means, but I do love it. Last weekend, I was reminded of a couple of reasons why.

Internet, meet Buster! )

That little guy likes to nap on our deck, and eat the weeds in our yard. We've decided that his name is Buster, and he is the laziest. Whistle pig. EVAR. I swear, he spends half his day just lazing on the deck, because being a woodchuck is SO HARD YOU GUYS.

Later that same day, I saw an actual hummingbird feeding on the bush outside our living room window! I'd always wanted to have hummingbirds in my garden, and I finally have them. I texted my mother to tell her what I saw, and as it happens she had *just* ordered me a hummingbird feeder. Ha!

Now I have to get off my ass, get out of the house, and Get Things Done.
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Hello, LiveJournal! I have missed you. I really must get on the ball with updating more often.

Here, have an entry in list form:


-We had an exterminator in yesterday to take care of the nasty spider problem we've been having. The house had been sitting empty for over a year when we moved in, and the spiders had taken over. We killed what we found at the time, but apparently they left babies behind. They were OOGLAY. And not small. Now they will all be dead, and our house smells like mint and rosemary!

-We're still working on getting things straightened up and whatnot. There's a lot of furniture we still need to buy, but that will have to wait until I get a permanent job, as will replacing the absolutely hideous flooring.


-I'm still temping at Dannon. They're talking about extending my assignment again, which would be a good thing. I was kind of leery about this temping thing at first, but it's a hell of a lot better than sitting at home moping and collecting unemployment.

-Of course, I'm still looking for permanent work. I've had a couple of good interviews, but no job offers yet. I feel like something awesome is just around the corner. Fingers crossed!

-I had one REALLY WEIRD job interview. I went in, and there was no receptionist or phone in the lobby. So I waited until someone came along and asked me who I was looking for. He went and got the guy I was interviewing with, and he set me up at an empty desk to fill out their job application. As I was filling it out, I heard the guy I was going to interview with, whose office was directly behind me with the door open, call the man at the desk next to me and say, "DON'T scare her away!" Then, at the end of the interview he asked me if I could be a dog, what kind of dog I would be. SO WEIRD.


-I had a really good birthday this year. Last year I was working for the crazy lady, and she made me absolutely miserable on my birthday. This year I kept it low-key, and just went out with the fams. I fully intend to have a nice big party at the house at some point in the future. Not quite ready for that yet, though.

-I have been working out, and now I have stamina, and I am getting upper body strength, AND THIS IS SO EXCITING!

I miss lots and lots of you. While we're not quite ready for a big shin-dig at our place, we do have plenty of crash space. Who wants to come visit?
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I had an interview this morning with a moving company down the street from where I currently work.

The ad requested that I send my salary requirements along with my resume, and I did so. Once I arrived at the interview, the job application also requested my salary requirements, so I put it down there as well.

One would hope that since they obviously received my resume and called me for an interview they they would be capable of meeting said salary requirements.

Not so.

I went through the interview, which was mostly the business owner answering his cell phone and talking about how his business had been affected by the economic downturn. He asked me ONE question about myself and my job experience. One. When this happens to me, it always sends up red flags. Either the person I'm interviewing with is not actually interested in me for the position, or they just don't fucking know how to hire someone. In the case of the latter, that's probably an indication that they don't know how to treat employees once they have them, either.

Then, he tested my ability to use a typewriter. He was fairly impressed that I had even touched a typewriter before, besides the fact that I was able to line my typing up on the form perfectly.

At the very end of the almost hour long interview, he looked at the salary requirement written on my application, and mentioned that it was, "a bit higher than they were looking to start at."

WHY THE FUCK DID YOU WASTE MY TIME????? I had to take half a sick day for this; did I make a mistake in assuming that you actually READ the information YOU ASKED FOR?

Maybe somebody can clarify this for me, because I do not fucking understand why they would waste my time and their time for this nonsense.

Let's say, hypothetically, that they do offer me the position for less than what I'm asking, and I'm desperate enough to take it. Do they not understand that the instant I get a better offer, I'm out of there? What's the god damn point of even asking me in for an interview if you know you can't afford to hire me?

Relatively speaking, I'm pretty inexperienced when it comes to running businesses. How come I can figure this shit out when experienced business owners seem to be so clueless?


Mar. 16th, 2011 05:30 pm
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Did you just say, 'Hello'? )
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This is going to be a fast and furious summary of the past month and a half or so, so hang on tight!

-The New Job from the beginning of August...did not work out. It turned out to be a good thing that it didn't, but for a while there I was really, really not well. Fortunately, I have an excellent support system. I will be forever grateful to the people who held me up through that difficult period. You know who you are. <3

-Thanks to our respective mothers, Rich and I were still able to close on our house. His mother found someone who could help us, since our original mortgage broker was unable to do so due to her being scheduled to go on vacation for the entire month of September. My mother actually co-signed our mortgage.

-We closed on September 15th. I had no job (other than rose selling, that becomes important later,) at the time. I was overjoyed and terrified all at once.

-The day after we closed, I had a really amazing interview at a really amazing textile company in North White Plains. Again, this becomes important later.

-The Big Move was scheduled for September 23rd. We rented a truck from Budget, and quite a few people, most importantly my dad, helped us schlep stuff. I drove the truck! No one died! No property was damaged!

-On September 22nd, I got an offer of employment from the company I had interviewed with the previous week. I went and peed in a cup, told them I accepted, and waited for my start date.

-We slept in our new home on the evening of September 23rd. On September 24th, whilst [livejournal.com profile] rivendellelf was helping me move yet more boxes, I got the phone call that they wanted me to start work on September 27th, the day after closing day of the Renaissance Faire. I asked them if it would be all right if I started on Tuesday, as I had to finish up my move, and they were perfectly fine with that. I had a new job!

-On September 26th, closing day of NYRF 2010, I sold 215 roses. My goal that morning had been to sell 160. I am still in a little bit of shock regarding that fact. It seemed that my life had made a sudden and drastic turn around.

In the three and a half weeks since then...

We've gotten partially unpacked; spent lots of money at various household-supply stores; sanded, wiped down, and primed the dining room walls; planted two blueberry bushes and a butterfly bush; discovered that our house, which came with a washing machine, HAD NO DRYER HOOKUP; got a dryer hookup installed; got new laundry machines from my parents; and scads of other things I'm probably forgetting due to the glass of wine I'm enjoying, the bottle of which came from a store less than a block from my new house.

There is much yet to do. We still have to get the hot tub looked at. The electrician who installed our dryer plug has to come back to fix the wire that's running through mid-air in our bathroom. (We found THAT when Dad tore out the hideous drop ceiling they had in there.) Mr. Electrician also has to suss out the situation with the ceiling fixtures in the bedrooms, and install a bathroom fan.

We have to finish painting, get Empire in here to replace most of the awful, awful carpeting we've got up in here, replace the cook top, and get a dishwasher installed.

So, so much to do!

My new job is also very busy. I'm the Sample Production Assistant, and it seems there was quite a while where my position was un-staffed. There's a bit of a mess as a result, and I'm the one who's supposed to clean it up. I love it.

My boss, D, is really super sweet, the rules (no cell phones during work hours, no personal use of computer,) are somewhat strict but clear, and the benefits are fantastic. D tells me every day what a great job I'm doing and how happy she is to have me there. It's wonderful to be appreciated!

So. That's why I haven't been around much. Bit busy, yeah? I miss you all, and I hope to be able to start having people over for foodses and hot tubbing soon!
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...lest they turn out to be less than what you imagine them to be.

They are wrong.

Last night, I met one of my heroes. None other than Mr. Alton Brown.

Pictures behind the cut! )

He did a book signing at the B&N in Paramus. The Q&A session beforehand was highly entertaining. (Can you say Bunny Hop?) During said session, he mentioned having made a Buttermilk Maple ice cream with Bacon this past Saturday. I raised my hand and asked if we could get the recipe. He complemented my glasses, and said that we should all go to the Food and Wine Festival in NYC this Saturday, at which point somebody shouted out that it conflicts with ComicCon, and the whole conversation got derailed.

After the Q&A, we all queued up to get our books/what-have-you signed. There were tons of people, but the employees assured us that Mr. Brown would sign something for everyone, no matter how long it took.

When it was finally my turn, I only turned into a little bit of a gibbering idiot. He smiled, and shook my hand*, and seemed generally interested in me. He even remembered my question from earlier. I asked him very nicely if he could maybe put the recipe for the ice cream online, since my parents are coming to buy me laundry machines for the new house this weekend. He agreed, told me that laundry is important, and congratulated me on the house.

Alton was so kind, and gracious. I wasn't so much surprised as relieved. So often we hear about people we admire being less-than-nice in real life, but Alton was a true gentleman. I think I would give my eye teeth to be able to take that man out for a beer.

I've been through some tough times recently, but those two minutes with one of my heroes made everything just that much better.

*(I considered never washing my hands again, but I don't think Alton would approve.)

P.S.-There's lots going on, and I haven't been on the internet much lately. I probably won't be around much for a while yet, but if you have my cell phone number, please do use it!
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so I was unable to post this this morning.

"I Want to be Sedated" by the Ramones

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
I Wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport
And put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers
I can't control my brain
Oh no oh no
Just put me in a wheelchair
And get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco
I can't control my fingers
I can't control my toes
Oh no oh no


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