Advice Shmavice! A Multifaceted Post

Things are going wonderfully. Since my last post we've put up two shelves and two framed pictures of Matt and I. I think a good next step would be to put up photographs of other friends and loved ones. Otherwise, if the only photos we have up are ones of the two of us, we're going to look creepy. Or arrogant. Or both.

Mason is coming along nicely. The separation anxiety is kind of a pain in the you-know-what, but a bigger pain is dealing with the misplaced advice and opinions from everyone else! Luckily Matt is very supportive of the methods we are using to deal with it -- safe, happy, professional methods. Unfortunately there has been little to no support from a lot of our respective families, which makes the whole situation even more frustrating!

People have asked me if Matt and I are sick of each other yet, considering we live together now, but the truth is we still don't really see a lot of each other. When we are home together, we're decompressing separately with our own separate hobbies. Lately we have taken to drawing/writing together on the couch, working on completely separate projects. He has been really into his artwork, and I am starting an online cafepress.com store with a friend. We'd like to try selling our own designs.

Thus far we haven't had to replace anything yet. Our furniture is still in intact, our windows now have fans in them to keep the air circulating, and our paint still looks great. Of course, around the time our walls look drab will be when we finally get around to painting the closet doors white like I originally wanted.

My next goals are

- purchase a Shark steam mop
- purchase decorative baubles to put in my dining room able foliage-designed bowl
- WALL ART
- setting up an actual cleaning schedule

I Couldn't Even Recognize the Cucumber

So the last time I updated I talked about how my fridge was completely empty, yes? Not unaware of this problem Matt went food shopping last Saturday morning. Roughly six hours after filling the fridge with enough food for at least two weeks, we had the STORM OF THE CENTURY.

Most of our county in NJ lost power. Some people lost water. Some people lost both. We lost any trace of power until Wednesday.

From Saturday..to Wednesday. On Thursday evening we returned home from a stay at Matt's mother's house and tossed everything in the fridge. I don't even think we had even eaten anything from what we bought. Saturday morning I was at work and Matt had gone straight out after shopping. Ridiculous!

I Think I Saw A Penguin

So the dog -- now named Mason-- has separation anxiety. All things considered, things could be worse. He is 99% housetrained, 80% chew trained, has learned his new name, "sit," "paw," and is on his way to understanding "stay" within the span fo the three weeks he has been here. He loves other dogs, doesn't bark, and isn't overtly needy (aside from being unable to stay alone). It could be worse. The major inconvenience of this is that, being that he can't be alone; one of us needs to be with him. I'm extremely lucky that I work at a dog daycare and can bring him with me. Otherwise I'd be paying for him to be at a sitter's house.

Our schedules for the last few weeks have been conflicting; when we were home together, we were too exhausted to contemplate leaving again. When one of us was home with the day off, we needed the dog with us. We haven't gone food shopping in two weeks.

The result of this is that there is absolutely no food in our fridge. Unless one of us can go shopping tonight after we're both home, it's Bagel Bites for dinner. There is a package of Kraft singles, two sticks of celery, some lemons, a slice of chocolate cake, and nine personal packages of Applesauce in there. It's like the back shelf of a dorm mini-fridge.

The result of no food is that everything that is in our fridge is starting to ice over. No, really. The carrot sticks have become a giant frozen bundle of baby carrots. It's become it's own carrot-stick-fort in the refridgerator. Lonely polar bears, barely kept adrift on their glacier rafts, are mournfully paddling in the direction of my refrigerator.