Thursday, March 12, 2015

EVERYTHINGISMOVINGSOFAST

Today I got a job.
And I manage two people and a $7.3 million proposal portfolio.
LIKE WOAH.
I'm ready.
Tomorrow I finish packing.
Saturday I get rid of 90% of my furniture and I pack my U-boxes and have drinks with friends.
Sunday I work and see my sister and babysit and my friend Steph crashes on the floor with me.
Monday I work an insane number of hours.
Tuesday I work and turn in three projects totalling $250K in funding. BETTER NOT FUCK IT UP.
Wednesday I work and babysit.
Thursday I work and train my colleagues ON ALL THE THINGS as much as I can.
Friday I work my last day and have after-work drinks and Tyler arrives.
Saturday morning I see my friend for breakfast.
Saturday afternoon I see my brother, his family, and mother for lunch.
Saturday night I have a party at a bar.
Sunday I chill/recover and pack up...say goodbye to Tyler.
Monday I get my car checked out, drop off cable stuff, hang with Takeda peeps, load up the cats in the car, and drive to Iowa City to see my sister and nephew.
Tuesday I drive to Rapid City, South Dakota.
Wednesday I drive to Yellowstone.
Thursday I drive to Spokane, Washington.
Friday I drive to Seattle, Washington.
Friday I drive to my new home.
My new city.
Saturday I welcome Nick and unpack the Uboxes.
Sunday I unpack and get my wits about me.
Monday I start my new job.
My new life.
My new everything.

WHYISEVERYTHINGMOVINGSOFAST.









Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Adventure Time!

Things are looking up….I had a third interview with a FANTASTIC agency that I’d love to work for. I’d be really excited for the challenges and new opportunities it would offer me. But I’m not counting my chickens yet!

I signed a lease on a great apartment, and I’m 80% packed up. I scheduled my movers for Saturday and again for the 28th when I move into my place.

I’ve been plotting my stops across the US. I realized that I’ll have driven across the US this past year: Thanksgiving from Chicago to New York City and now from Chicago to Seattle. :)

I’m pretty hyped about the weather, moving, and the opportunity to really apply myself and my skills. I know that I have rough patches, but I always come out on top. I heard a cheesy quote last night….”It’s not what knocks you down that defines you. It’s how you stand up.”


I’ve been knocked down in my life quite a bit—both from my own doing and from interactions with others—but I’m grateful of where I am. I feel like I’m on the precipice of something amazing, and I can’t wait to go on this adventure!


Here is a cat eating a rainbow snowcone just BECAUSE.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

some real sad shit

Sorry this shit been NOT funny for a minute , but my life hasn't been particularly comic of late . I tend to dump all my anxiety about moving and my  emotions about my ex in this blogger sphere. Very few people read it, bit it's so cathartic. Like a diary to anonymous readers.


 I've begun to unlearn how I threw my leg over yours every night for a few minutes before we fell asleep together and then rolled over to our respective corners . I was found guilty there wasn't more tether there .
 I fathered you to our imaginary  daughter before the icebox had been cleaned.
I wonder if you miss my pets more than you list me . Actually don't wonder that much I know the answer.
 I have 'Re-learned that artful technique for a 4-pillow surround system . the two maybe three glasses of wine and half a sleeping pill mantra. The I "work this all off when I get to spring" fitness plan.
 I bought my first bottle of wine under five dollars recently . I tell myself I am not my mother with her Franzia, my grandmothers port, split tongues by ways of deception
--no call it by its name: adultery and feigning the fool.
 My Family made everything so polarized, black-and-white, over and under, wrong and right, my way or the highway. Clear cut winners and losers . No talk. No.amelioration. just a fan of the lines with hooked arms facing the same direction.
LoYalty is my best worst attribute.

What glass of white wine will your lover hold when I bump into you at a bar?
What bottle will break in my fist?

So...Seattle.