Mel

My life: the last 10 years, by way of home address

I had the recent (super fun and mind-bending) task of attempting to remember Every Single Address that I’ve lived at for the last 10 years, along with the people who resided WITH me in those locations, for a background check (yes, I’m getting the checks on my background for a new job opp). It was your enviable trip down Memory Lane or some such… otherwise known as: an embarrassing display...

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{my first year} in Pittsburgh: a delayed post, as much as a recap one — perfect for end-of-the year

My first year anniversary of living in Pittsburgh was Labor Day weekend (and here we are already approaching Christmas… I need to check my drafts for lingering content more often). November also marked the EIGHTH year that I’ve been blogging (which I apparently love missing out on blog anniversaries too). EIGHT. YEARS. I won’t even attempt to talk about the changes in my life since I...

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{shit list} how many times do I hold back the swearing in this post?

I'm mature enough to know my own faults -- my character flaws (there are many) -- and accept myself warts, anxiety-fueled, enlarged pores and all. One of aforementioned... ahem, "blemishes" is getting irrationally angry without too much provocation. The boyfriend, he doesn't understand these angered outbursts because, well, he's an emotionless freak of nature. So, thankfully, it doesn't happen often. While some of his rational thinking has rubbed off (heh) on me in terms of subsiding my uber-sensitive side, the flare-ups of being really, really mad burns deep sometimes... so much so, that I have something resembling a minor panic attack, combined with the sudden ability to not be able to speak. True story.

Mel

{pursuit} of a new place to live

Oh, EXCUSE my absence... but, like, I moved... {open to read more}

Mel

The Year-end Special Special Post: Cleaning House Edition

Every rose has its thorn. Just like every post has its theme. And something about donkeys, I think… Moving on and moving up, this 2010 round-up includes a lot of house cleaning — literally, metaphorically and of course, ha-BITCH-ually. January. I went on the most amazing vacation ever: The Rock Boat (Number X). This year, partly because of the moving expenses and mostly because of the settling...

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Officially a ‘Burgher

Our move is complete! The last two months nearly whooped me. But I’m back. In my uber-bitchy natural form. With boxes unpacked and pictures hung and beers poured. We even have eggs in the fridge. Thanks to an awesome boyfriend who decided to take a bike ride this morning. I’m more than impressed and in love with our building and location downtown — including the view from our apartment....

Mel

End of an era

*sigh* Our first apartment is empty.

Mel

Thoughts at two weeks.

How do normal people move to a new state having regular jobs? I’m exceptionally lucky that I can make my own hours around all the mundane crap I need to do while AB is, well, already living in Pittsburgh because all-holy-hell would break loose worse than it is, as I would have no time to do any of this shit otherwise. Let alone stress out about aforementioned shit. I haven’t had to take any...

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We all have off days. Right?

When this is all said and done, I’ll likely need a mulligan on the entire month of August. And yesterday just plain sucked the life out of me. Again. What you may call “relaxed,” I consider a waste of space. Even for my boyfriend’s tiny, clammy leather bachelor sofa. Nothing accomplished. No drive. No motivation. I even lost two games of Words With Friends. And only a day after...

Mel

Hook a ‘Burgher up?

It’s no secret that I’m moving to Pittsburgh. I’ve already visited a couple times this past year (dammit, missed out on the suite with the telescope though!) with AB, so I’m not completely ignorant of the area and its attractions. I mean, I already know that you all LOVE some fireworks. But I am a loser in that I want to fit in as much as I can as soon as possible without anyone...

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“You’re not wearing that shit in our home.”

Deciding which items come and go while packing for the move has been… fun. I’m just happy we have an actual storage cage IN the building for some of our excess shit like bikes and camping equipment and tailgating clothing. And the new kayaks. *wink* Seriously, Cleveland apartment managers, extra storage space for residents somewhere within an apartment building is something to consider during...

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Grieving Cleveland

My mood swings are out of control. One minute I am on top of the world in happiness, then I snap with any minute form of stress with frustration. The next, I am a weepy mess. I am so freaking sensitive. I’m naggingly asking my boyfriend is he’s “OK,” when in reality, it’s ME that is NOT OK. And this time, I cannot blame it on my birth control. I think I am in the midst of a...

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Moving boxes & taking names

I’ve been spending a couple days packing up my condo: a) because I have the “free time” and b) OMG I haven’t lived there in six months! It makes me feel sad. I do NOT regret leaving the suburbs one bit — especially the insane and worthless condo association. More than anything though, I miss my stuff (especially my couch and my 800 pillows on everything). Our downtown abode...