Sister kitteh!

I'm pleased to introduce... Loki's new sister! She hasn't told me her name yet but she's super friendly and doesn't seem fazed by her new surroundings at all. Loki isn't thrilled right now but he'll be fine soon enough. For the time being, he's locked in my bedroom while my little girl explores my downstairs. She's so sweet!

Taking a quick break

Phew.

Packing sucks. Moving sucks. (Unpacking is kinda fun...) I am SOOOO glad that this will be the last time I move for (hopefully) a long, long time. Like, 3 years at least!

I have moved so many times in the last two years, it's just silly. Left Alex and temporarily moved into my friend Heidee's house in Lafayette. Moved from Heidee's to my apartment in Arvada. Then from Arvada to my boyfriend's place in Tucson, also temporarily. Got a job in Catalina so I moved from Tucson to Oro Valley. Then got out of my lease 10 months later and moved back in with Aaron to save a few bucks. Then Tucson back to Broomfield. Now Broomfield to Arvada. I count 7 moves in just over 2 years.

If I'm counting correctly, I think I've moved 28 times in my life. And I'm 29 years old. Ugh. No mas.

Anyway, I'm taking a break from packing right now and trying to figure out why my room is looking messier and messier the more I pack. How does that happen?

Also, how on Earth did I manage to misplace the allen wrench needed for taking my bed apart? I must've had it when I moved in, since my bed is put together. I'm very annoyed about this because now I'll have to go out and buy an allen wrench kit, which is lame. I live in a 10'x10' room, there are not that many places this thing could hide! Fuck.

Oh well. On the plus side, I'm purging yet again, giving stuff to Goodwill that should've gone a long time ago. The good thing about moving is that I always end up letting go of some of my pack rat treasures solely because I don't feel like packing/moving these things. Plus, donating things is a nice thing to do.

*sigh*

Okay. Back to work. I close on my townhouse Thursday so it will all be worth it soon...

This is a cute little serval cat I saw at the zoo on Friday. Ain't he cute??

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This is excellent

This has been cracking me up all damn night. If you've seen commercials for the "Snuggy" blanket, then you probably had the same WTF thoughts the rest of us had.

Single and tolerating it.

After a 2-week visit at Christmas, Aaron returned to Tucson on Jan 3, thus officially ending our relationship. I have been single since that day and have felt like I've been doing a fairly good job in this new position.

Meaning: I've gone three whole months without a companion for the first time since the mid-90's, and I haven't had a meltdown yet. In fact, I thought that I'd been kind of enjoying my freedom from checking-in and from fighting for real estate in the bed throughout the night.

As it turns out, I have not been single and loving it. I've simply been tolerating it.

While talking with a friend today, I realized how much I miss the companionship that comes along with a good relationship. See, I thought the hardest part of being single was going to be the lack of easily-accessible sex. Nope. Turns out it's the companionship thing.

I miss laying in bed and talking before falling asleep. I miss always having dinner with someone. I miss the inside jokes. I miss spooning. And kissing. I miss random fits of laughter. I miss laughing at the cat together. I miss watching Discovery Channel together. And I miss having a hand to hold as I walk around town.

These things, I took for granted. I sometimes pulled away from Aaron (and Alex) when they were giving me these things on a silver platter. At the moment, I'd give just about anything for this kind of intimacy. Even without the sex.

And, lemme tell ya, I miss the sex part. A lot.

*sigh*

Oh well. Being single isn't so bad. I mean, I'm getting my life in order, what with the great job and the new friends and buying the townhouse and all that jazz, so I guess I'm getting myself ready to be a good partner. I'm preparing for my next big Love, my next Soul Mate (I'm of the opinion that we have many soul mates. It's just mathematics: I'm supposed to believe that people find the one and only perfect match out of 6 billion people on Earth? And this happens ALL THE TIME?). Yes, preparing my life for what is to come. Yeah. That's it. Sure.

I just wish I had someone to hold me in the meantime...


I miss this. A lot.


I miss this too.