A thief!

As I’ve recently moved into a new place, I’m trying hard to make my new home cozy and inviting. As I’ve explained before on here, it’s about done. But sadly, things have turned a bad corner of late. It all started last night…

Husband and I went shopping last night at the local Maceys. There’s the case-lot sale going on right now, so we went to take advantage of that. (And boy did we. We now have enough food to help us survive a zombie apocalypse, which I assume is going to happen soon) We get home, and we’re both lugging in like a billion bags of stuff (because making multiple trips is for sissies. I don’t care that my arm is losing feeling from carrying 15 bags of cans inside, I’m going to do it), and I see Husband just standing in front of the door. I thought maybe he had dropped stuff, but when I get there, he’s looking down at where the doormat goes. I look too, and that’s when I notice, the doormat is missing!

After some searching around, and general confusion, we did in fact come to the conclusion that someone has stolen our doormat. Someone is going to go to hell for stealing our $10 doormat. There are 4 apartments in a square right where we are. The apartments by us, all 3 of them, still have their doormats. Ours, the newest one there, is gone. I just can’t believe it. I just can’t help but think, what kind of person steals a doormat?

We will survive this. I’ll just have to buy a new one, and hope that this isn’t a trend. Because so help me, if someone steals my new doormat, I’m going to steal every doormat from every person in the apartment complex and burn them in the playground area between buildings. All right, that may be extreme, but I’ll think of something. They’ll rue the day they stole my mat!

Vieve’s Videos

All right, I know I just blogged yesterday, so blogging today is really quick, but, meh, its my blog, I can do what I’d like. Ha ha.

I heard about this video long before I saw it. Its something of an internet phenomenon right now, people all over are talking about it. I first watched it out of curiosity, to see what the fuss was about. And my goodness, does it deliver.

This is a song by a 13 year old girl named Rebecca Black. On the one hand, admire her ambition at putting a video of a song she wrote herself (I’m assuming) at this tender young age. She is clearly having fun singing this song and being with her friends.

On the other hand, I feel like she should have someone help her with the lyrics. Having a verse dedicated to explaining to me that “Thursday was yesterday, today it is Friday, tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday comes afterwards” while educational, seems like a redundant song.

Anyway, just enjoy little Rebecca singing about one of the many things we all love – the weekend.

A long, drawn out process

Ok, so I suppose, that over a month ago, when I blogged that I was back, I was over-exaggerating. But I did think that I would be able to start blogging again, not as often as before, but enough to keep everyone interested. Then, as the days went by and wedding plans got more and more intense/over-blown, I simply ran out of time and energy. But now that wedding is over, Fiancée has become Husband, I have much more time to dedicate to my old pursuits, so here I am, once again.

Of late, my time has been consumed with getting my house in order. I think we’re almost finally there – there are only a few touches left. For instance, we have some appliances coming this week, that should help finish things off, then there’s the whole debacle of pictures. I have a load of frames, and pictures to put in them, I just haven’t gotten around to printing up the pictures, putting them in frames, hanging them on the walls, etc. They just sit in the corner of my living room, staring me in my procrastinating face. They mock me.

Another thing is that I’ve been doing is changing my name. I never knew that this process was so long, or so draining. I started the process over a week ago, at the Social Security office. When I finally got that taken care of, and the new card mailed to me, I had to go on a blitz of name-changing. Hitting up the Drivers’ License division, the bank, and various other locations. I love how many things they have you bring to get this going. You have to bring ID (of course) but not just one, like, a few. Your social security card, birth certificate, marriage license, a lock of hair, a sample of blood…ok those might be exaggerations, but my heck that’s how it feels sometimes. Luckily, I’m nearing the finish line of name changing. I thought I was pretty much done until I was reminded that I had to change over my car title. Of course, there’s also the passport that I have yet to do, but since I have no plans to leave the country, I’m not worried about getting that done right away.

I just can’t wait for all of this extra stuff to be done with, Of course, once the pictures are up, and the names all changed, we still have thank you cards to do. But I’m trying not to think too hard about those – I’ll live for a little while longer in my ignorant bliss of having everything done.

Aaaaand I'm back

Ok, I think this happens every year after the end of the year. Along comes November, and I blog every day, because of it being the National Blog Month. Then this year, I extended that to December, and did it every day. And then it became January, and I just couldn't take it anymore. But now, I'm going to try to do at least 1-2 blogs a week, depending on if there's anything to report about. There has been, of late.
So, as everyone who reads this knows, Boyfriend became Fiancee. I don't really call him Fiancee, because for some reason, that word is super funny to me. But I give it a go once in a while, and then giggle about it for a little while. He proposed on the 28th of December, and our wedding is in less than 3 weeks. Am I panicking because of the little time? Not really. I figure, whatever we don't get done in time, isn't needed. We have the essentials done at this point, so I'm ok with however this goes.
Boyfriend/Fiancee has been sick for a few days, and while I never get sick, and have been boasting about this to his family (some of whom have also been sick) I have a little voice in the back of my head that says "Vieve, you're so going to catch this", but so far, I'm doing ok. I'm just going to keep taking my vitamins, and assume I'll get through this with flying colors. If I don't get sick, I get $20 from a bet made about it, so I'm really wanting to collect on that $20.
The first RSL game of the season is in 9 days. It's not a regular season game, it's an extra one, but I'm psyched. It's away, so I won't have to sit in the cold for it, but 1 week later is a home one, on March 1st, and I'm sorta dreading it. Of course I want to go, I love RSL, but all I can think about is how cold it'll be. And how many layers I'll need to wear just to have feeling in my extremities. So not looking forward to that.
That's really all that I've got going on right now. Winter tends to have less going on, because you know, everything kinda shuts down, but it seems with soccer season starting in less than a month, it's almost like spring can officially start now. Which I'm so glad for, because I'm so sick of this cold!

Happy New Years!

Well, here it is. New Years eve. 2010 is over, tomorrow is a whole new year. Writing in here every day for the last two months has taken a lot out of me, and I’m looking forward to a little bit of a break. I’m still going to write in here, just not nearly as often, probably only when I have a legitimate story to tell. I do appreciate the readers that have stuck with me during the boring entries this last little bit. Thanks for the memories and the good times, and I’ll see you next year!

Poor, Poor Echo

I noticed today that my car is super dirty. Of course it’s going to be dirty, it’s winter, and that’s what cars do. I keep wanting to go get it washed, but then I think, it’ll just get dirty again, and I’ll be upset that I paid money to wash it. But looking at her, she’s just so dirty, I can’t help but think it’ll be better just to wash her.

Again, with my originality for names, I’ve named my Toyota Echo, Echo. I used to call her an original name, Gigi, but then calling her Echo is just a little better. It seems to fit her. Plus, its easier to know who I’m talking about if I just say Echo, if I say Gigi I bet it’d be confusing.

I’m pretty sure I’ll break down and wash her in a day or so, because she legitimately looks gross, but for now…I’m abstaining.

Vieve’s Videos

My Pop showed me this the other day, and it totally tickled my funny bone, but mostly in the laughing way that’s like, I can’t believe I’m laughing at this. Enjoy!