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{the week} Ain’t no mountain high enough… wait, is that a 4-20 reference?

the week: This week has been filled with highs… and unfortunately, some lows. But through the smiles and tears (and uncomfortable talks), I discover my strengths and faults. With that realization, I need to make some changes in various parts of my life to achieve my goals. And I know this paragraph is worse than your old college friend VagueBooking, but there are some things that I’m just not...

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Winning the War of the Battle of the TVs… and the sexes.

I’ve finally convinced the boyfriend that we needed to remove the TV from our bedroom for various reasons relative to my insomnia and to, um… “other” certain bedroom activities. This, after arguing against the TV in the living room — the current and planned relocation of said bedroom TV; he has a separate media room, so I haven’t been adamant about giving up ALL OF THE...

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{holiday spirit) oooh, pretty paper!

Oooh, gifts. The secondary meaning of Christmas. The proof in the pudding of HOW WELL DOES MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER KNOW ME?! I was happy that I had the opportunity to cuddle some kitties at the Humane Society prior to leaving for Ohio. Although it broke my heart every time I wished a cat a Merry Christmas. I hope they find warm, friendly homes this season. But I digress… AB & I spent Christmas Eve...

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{new homeowners} that plumbing and the leak

Seriously. We are on our fourth sink leak in this house since owning it. First (which we knew about before we moved in): basement basin sink was leaky — now fixed (plumber fixed because of contract contingencies) Second: kitchen sink was leaking all underneath the cabinet (combination of the boyfriend’s efforts and plumber fixed that) Third: last week, water started leaking out from the hot...

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I’d like to give thanks to my cat for all those YouTube hits. And the scratches on my couch.

This post is not about slicing the skin of my pinky finger on the vegetable shredder. Or that I just cut my tongue on a serrated bread knife (don’t ask). OR that I seriously just spilled a cup of shredded mozzarella on the stove and kitchen floor. No… this post is about giving thanks. And hopefully for blood that clots well and perhaps, a Band-aid. Or a maid. But as the year is dwindling down,...

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“Stop Being White Trash!”

That’s what the female counterpart yelled at her male companion while he walked at least ten steps ahead of her on Penn Ave. Likewise in anger, there was another old man all sincerely pissed off that he couldn’t find an unlocked entry door at Heinz Hall. Then there was a guy across the street from us arguing with someone passionately. Without knowing the back story, these people were MAD,...

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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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The Good, The Bad & The Hopelessly Menopausal Cat Lady

The Good: I’m generally happy. I’m staying busy. I’m probably in the best shape I’ve been in ten years. I found a sport and a group of ladies whom I obsess over more endlessly. I’m active. I’m involved. I’m finding success. All good, right? The Bad: I’m lonely. See, AB’s job took him to Pittsburgh, so in a twisted and incredibly sad way, we’re now...

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Missed Connections

Today was a great day to ride a bike (downtown to West 25th), seek out a patio (ABC Tavern) to enjoy a beer (Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale), go home and make foods (I made guacamole; AB made enchiladas). Before I move on, why don’t places open until after 4pm on Sundays? Somebody asplain, please. Thank you. And what a beautiful day to have my iMel crap out on me and realize that merely syncing the...

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Help me, help me!

Ladies (or Gentleman… it’s OK, you can admit to the following): You know the old quip that men can never ask for directions, hence the reason for the woman being lost in the first place and ensuing frustrations and arguments commence? Yeah, that. Yesterday, I was fucking worthless. I got lost in downtown Pittsburgh. I can find my way out of deserted gas station fill-up exits in the panhandle...

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I’ll choke that effin chicken. Live. On Hulu. If I knew how.

There are two factors that stress me beyond all get out: technology and cooking chicken. Like, irrationally cannot-control-the-panic-attacks stressed. I deal well with moderate amount of work or financial stress with mere streaks of bitchiness and insomnia, but either of the aforementioned triggers, and I’m a wrecked-out mess. Technology Set Up Daily, I am on life support. All because of wires and...

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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...

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Random things I’ve recently learned.

When big shit happens, I can maintain a fairly level head of the situation at hand and act accordingly. So, why does the “small stuff” still wreck havoc on my insides and provide endless amounts of stress? And why is flying STILL one of the most traumatic experiences for me ever? Never start a conversation with your significant other with the words, “We have a problem.” As I also...