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My computer is finally set up in its new home in the garage bonus room "lair." It's... actually a little bizarre to sit upright, in a proper chair, and not have to balance my keyboard on my knees. We definitely need to get some heating out here, though, because computer =/= space heater. It's not so bad that I need gloves and a scarf, but I do have on a fleecy jacket and am considering getting some long johns under these jeans.

The house in general is pretty much set up now. There are of course a few boxes here and there, and some kitchen items are still MIA (how can _half_ a set of measuring cups go missing without the other half?), but we're settling in nicely. It's lovely to finally have enough space for everything, and then still have elbow room left after that. I've had this fascinating revelation that just because there's an empty space does not mean I have to put something in it. I can just... have space. There's a 6'x9' rug between the couch and the tv in the living room, and there is NOTHING ELSE ON IT. Okay, well, the baby's little play mat, but no coffee table or furniture. It's just this nice wide open spot. We have the leaf in our dining room table, and all six chairs set up around it and room to walk around it too. And Alan and I can both work in the kitchen at the same time. *gasp* what is this strange new world? Like, my bedroom contains my bed and two dressers. You know, bedroom stuff. And nothing else. It feels like a proper master bedroom. I remember when I was a kid and my parents would get on my case about keeping my room clean, I felt resentful that it was easy for them to keep _their_ bedroom clean, because they also had the whole rest of the house for their stuff. Everything I owned in the world was all in my bedroom; of course it was going to be a mess. Now I'm on the parent end of that.

And I finally really do feel like a grown up now. No matter that I was thirty, and married, and had two kids - in the apartment it felt like I was still just fresh out of college. Everything was messy because nothing had a proper place, the desks with the computers were in the bedroom and I spent all my time on mine because really what else was I going to do with myself? But now it's like I've finally escaped the holding pattern of the post-college twentysomething, and joined the rest of the world, and have a life instead of just... existing, you know?

Oh, I'm still far away from having a career, much less being successful at it. There's plenty of growing up for me to do, in several ways. But I haven't felt this content with my life in a long time.
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Morgan and I are all settled in to our new apartment - well, still boxes all around, of course. The walkthrough of the old place went well. Oh, with one bit of annoyance. There were holes all over the walls, from well before [livejournal.com profile] ktbee and I moved in. It looked like no one had _ever_ bothered to fill those holes, and had instead just always painted right over the top of them. Well, Mom and Rich own rental units, so when she saw those, she worried that we'd be dinged for damages, so she went around with putty and cleanly filled them in. Then when John (landlord) was walking through, at one point the light hit one of the walls right and he could see the patches. So he says now they'll have to paint over those, and might have to do the entire walls if they can't find the same paint they'd used before. ??!! Don't they have to paint anyway if we'd been there for over a year? And it's frustrating to realize that if we hadn't bothered being "helpful" and plugging those holes, he might never have seen a goddamn thing, since he never has before. Grr.

But the new place is cool, much easier to get to Morgan's school and work. I look forward to the boxes being done so I can do the fun stuff like painting Morgan's room and hanging pictures and stuff.
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Morgan and I are all settled in to our new apartment - well, still boxes all around, of course. The walkthrough of the old place went well. Oh, with one bit of annoyance. There were holes all over the walls, from well before [livejournal.com profile] ktbee and I moved in. It looked like no one had _ever_ bothered to fill those holes, and had instead just always painted right over the top of them. Well, Mom and Rich own rental units, so when she saw those, she worried that we'd be dinged for damages, so she went around with putty and cleanly filled them in. Then when John (landlord) was walking through, at one point the light hit one of the walls right and he could see the patches. So he says now they'll have to paint over those, and might have to do the entire walls if they can't find the same paint they'd used before. ??!! Don't they have to paint anyway if we'd been there for over a year? And it's frustrating to realize that if we hadn't bothered being "helpful" and plugging those holes, he might never have seen a goddamn thing, since he never has before. Grr.

But the new place is cool, much easier to get to Morgan's school and work. I look forward to the boxes being done so I can do the fun stuff like painting Morgan's room and hanging pictures and stuff.
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I love my insurance rep company.

8:30 am - car is found to be missing (what an odd phrase), call insurance and police to file claim/report.

10:00 am - claims rep named Steve calls with more in-depth questions for filling out claim, agrees to come by work so I can fill out paperwork and he can cut me a check for the value of my car minus my deductible.

2:00 pm - Steve shows up, gives me papers to sign, hands me a check. If and when the car is found, they will take care of it, bing bang boom, everything's all neat and tidy and wrapped up with a pretty bow. Everything in life should be this easy.

So yes, I'm feeling much better about this whole thing now. When I found my car missing, I was more worried about the whole process of reporting it and whatever else needs to happen, than the fact that MY CAR WAS GONE. Usually this is the kind of thing that would reduce me to tears and make me a depressed wreck for the rest of the day.

Amazing how a pair of blue eyes and a nice voice can fix things up, hm?

Alas, claims_rep Steve is married with four kids (one of whom is 3, like Morgan). Far too good to be true. Probably a Mormon, because he didn't seem that much older than me, and I don't know anyone else who marries as young and has kids as fast as Mormons do. *sigh*

In other news-that-was-bad-but-is-now-good: on Wednesday Dad and I went to Toys R Us to get the Princess bed for Morgan, but they were out, and the rest of the bedroom accessories (rocking chair, play table, toy chest) were slim pickings, too. Turns out they've discontinued that line and the next one doesn't come out until the end of September/early October. So the customer service gal called around to see if any other stores still had them out on the floor, and it sounded like the Elk Grove store might have some on a truck that was not yet unloaded. So today, Mom sics Grandma on tracking one down, and 'cause she's Grandma (who has supernatural abilities to find things, especially on sale. Also to get parking spaces near front doors. It's creepy), she finds it. The store on Greenback Blvd. has a bed _and_ a rocking chair _and_ a table _and_ a toy chest, all at 20% off 'cause they're on clearance.

Seriously, I think God just might love me today.
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I love my insurance rep company.

8:30 am - car is found to be missing (what an odd phrase), call insurance and police to file claim/report.

10:00 am - claims rep named Steve calls with more in-depth questions for filling out claim, agrees to come by work so I can fill out paperwork and he can cut me a check for the value of my car minus my deductible.

2:00 pm - Steve shows up, gives me papers to sign, hands me a check. If and when the car is found, they will take care of it, bing bang boom, everything's all neat and tidy and wrapped up with a pretty bow. Everything in life should be this easy.

So yes, I'm feeling much better about this whole thing now. When I found my car missing, I was more worried about the whole process of reporting it and whatever else needs to happen, than the fact that MY CAR WAS GONE. Usually this is the kind of thing that would reduce me to tears and make me a depressed wreck for the rest of the day.

Amazing how a pair of blue eyes and a nice voice can fix things up, hm?

Alas, claims_rep Steve is married with four kids (one of whom is 3, like Morgan). Far too good to be true. Probably a Mormon, because he didn't seem that much older than me, and I don't know anyone else who marries as young and has kids as fast as Mormons do. *sigh*

In other news-that-was-bad-but-is-now-good: on Wednesday Dad and I went to Toys R Us to get the Princess bed for Morgan, but they were out, and the rest of the bedroom accessories (rocking chair, play table, toy chest) were slim pickings, too. Turns out they've discontinued that line and the next one doesn't come out until the end of September/early October. So the customer service gal called around to see if any other stores still had them out on the floor, and it sounded like the Elk Grove store might have some on a truck that was not yet unloaded. So today, Mom sics Grandma on tracking one down, and 'cause she's Grandma (who has supernatural abilities to find things, especially on sale. Also to get parking spaces near front doors. It's creepy), she finds it. The store on Greenback Blvd. has a bed _and_ a rocking chair _and_ a table _and_ a toy chest, all at 20% off 'cause they're on clearance.

Seriously, I think God just might love me today.
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My car was stolen last night/this morning. I parked it in the back & closed the gate after I came home from dinner following a day full of ferrying boxes to the new apartment, and when I went to leave for work this morning, it was gone. Just gone. No glass on the ground, so I thought maybe I parked it on the street and just forgot that I had done so, but no car anywhere on the streets; I walked around my whole block.

It's not a great car, and since we were moving it was pretty much empty, but it still had Morgan's car seat (~$60) and a bag of Dad's tools he had brought down to help with taking things apart and reassembly and whatnot. Probably $100 in tools. I'm more mad about those two things than the car itself. Means we're down one vehicle this weekend, but since the boxes are mostly done and all that's left are the big furniture items, which wouldn't fit inside anyway, eh. And insurance says it doesn't cover things inside the car, unless they were attached. Damn I'm glad Mom and I didn't load up the back with boxes of my bedroom stuff last night. Geez. There's no such thing as coincidence, you know? Maybe this is a sign from God or something; new apartment, new life, new car (though the insurance estimate says the value of my car is only $1500, which is not even close to enough to buy another one). Sac Police Dept. says they have an 80% recovery rate, but *shrug* I'm not going to flip out if they don't find it. Probably the costs of towing and storage and getting me to wherever it is so I can recover it will be more than the car is worth, and the insurance people say that's all on them, so it's very likely that it would just be totalled out anyway.

Still. _Damn_ inconvenient and annoying.

ETA: Whoadamn, my claims rep was beautiful. *fans self*
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My car was stolen last night/this morning. I parked it in the back & closed the gate after I came home from dinner following a day full of ferrying boxes to the new apartment, and when I went to leave for work this morning, it was gone. Just gone. No glass on the ground, so I thought maybe I parked it on the street and just forgot that I had done so, but no car anywhere on the streets; I walked around my whole block.

It's not a great car, and since we were moving it was pretty much empty, but it still had Morgan's car seat (~$60) and a bag of Dad's tools he had brought down to help with taking things apart and reassembly and whatnot. Probably $100 in tools. I'm more mad about those two things than the car itself. Means we're down one vehicle this weekend, but since the boxes are mostly done and all that's left are the big furniture items, which wouldn't fit inside anyway, eh. And insurance says it doesn't cover things inside the car, unless they were attached. Damn I'm glad Mom and I didn't load up the back with boxes of my bedroom stuff last night. Geez. There's no such thing as coincidence, you know? Maybe this is a sign from God or something; new apartment, new life, new car (though the insurance estimate says the value of my car is only $1500, which is not even close to enough to buy another one). Sac Police Dept. says they have an 80% recovery rate, but *shrug* I'm not going to flip out if they don't find it. Probably the costs of towing and storage and getting me to wherever it is so I can recover it will be more than the car is worth, and the insurance people say that's all on them, so it's very likely that it would just be totalled out anyway.

Still. _Damn_ inconvenient and annoying.

ETA: Whoadamn, my claims rep was beautiful. *fans self*
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Ded ded ded. I suppose everyone has hunkered down for Potterdammerung. I don't have a sitter for Morgan tonight, but first thing in the morning, I'm taking her with me to Barnes & Noble. And Dad is coming down tomorrow middayish and taking me and Morgan out for ice cream. So I'm not sure how much I'll get read, and how quickly.

So if I disappear, it's likely some combination of that and the phone (and thus internet) being turned off. I couldn't get a set-up date for service in my name until Thursday, so there will probably be a bit of a gap. Everything else looks like it will just switch across with no problems.
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Ded ded ded. I suppose everyone has hunkered down for Potterdammerung. I don't have a sitter for Morgan tonight, but first thing in the morning, I'm taking her with me to Barnes & Noble. And Dad is coming down tomorrow middayish and taking me and Morgan out for ice cream. So I'm not sure how much I'll get read, and how quickly.

So if I disappear, it's likely some combination of that and the phone (and thus internet) being turned off. I couldn't get a set-up date for service in my name until Thursday, so there will probably be a bit of a gap. Everything else looks like it will just switch across with no problems.
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Heard back yesterday from the place I'd put an application in at, and they've accepted me. I'll have to put an extra deposit down because of my apparently borderline credit (no surprises there). But I've got it. I take possession on the 15th. And it's gated and pretty and downstairs and near the pool and I can't wait!

Plus this is coinciding with potty-training Morgan, so this is a good opportunity to buy and set up the Disney Princess bed I've been promising her when she gets "potty power", as we'll have to take apart her crib to move it anyway. We'll just put it back into storage while we've got it in pieces. And my dad is _so_ jazzed about it. It's adorable. He's even offered to _make_ a headboard in the shape of Cinderella's castle in the event that Toys R Us doesn't have any beds in stock when we need them (which I don't think is going to be an issue).
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Heard back yesterday from the place I'd put an application in at, and they've accepted me. I'll have to put an extra deposit down because of my apparently borderline credit (no surprises there). But I've got it. I take possession on the 15th. And it's gated and pretty and downstairs and near the pool and I can't wait!

Plus this is coinciding with potty-training Morgan, so this is a good opportunity to buy and set up the Disney Princess bed I've been promising her when she gets "potty power", as we'll have to take apart her crib to move it anyway. We'll just put it back into storage while we've got it in pieces. And my dad is _so_ jazzed about it. It's adorable. He's even offered to _make_ a headboard in the shape of Cinderella's castle in the event that Toys R Us doesn't have any beds in stock when we need them (which I don't think is going to be an issue).
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Woot! I have a place to live! Katie and I put in applications for this place on Sunday right before Game, and they've accepted us and want us to take possession on Saturday!

OMGbounce!!!!!

*am glad no one else is in the office today because I look goofy when I happy-dance.
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Morgan and I arrived safely, as did our stuff. The furniture is all where it is supposed to be in our room, now all I have to deal with is the boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. Being a packrat wouldn't be a bad thing, if I didn't have to keep moving all the flaming time. My lovely books are heavy and thus expensive to move, and every time I do, I have to whittle the number down. How am I going to fill the two-story library in my dream house if I have to keep paring down my collection? Gah!

I picked up a listing of available positions at the local casino, though dad hasn't yet started bugging me about job-hunting. I could tell he was pleased by my initiative, as he was pleased enough to thank me when I did a load of dishes and cleaned the kitchen countertops. It was nice to be thanked. Never got that in Missouri; just complaints of whenever we _didn't_ unload the dishwasher or whatever. It's very, very good to be home.

More details later; the highs (hiking around the lake, driving through my mountains) and lows (a sick baby who is therefore very fussy and clingy lately) and a really bizarre dream I had right before I left Missouri.
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I was just talking to Mom last night, and she called to my attention the fact that the movers are coming next Tuesday!!!! OMG! I thought I had another week! Which, aside from the freaking out about whether or not I'll get everything packed in time, means that one week from today, I'll be back in California. *contented sigh*

That's all I have, nothing else is happening.
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I should be making calls to moving companies to come out and give me quotes, but for some reason I just can't make myself do much of anything today.

I am officially halfway through my online Creative Writing course. Only three weeks left. It's gone really fast, but I've been having fun. It's been much easier to keep on top of the work since I'm not working anymore *grumble*. Speaking of which, I haven't received the letter of recommendation the front desk manager said he'd write for me. I need to turn in my uniforms eventually, so maybe I'll pop into his office while I'm there.

Well, Morgan's getting cranky for her afternoon nap. I'll come back when I have something more interesting to say.

Home

Jul. 12th, 2005 08:54 pm
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Okay, so going home is looking like more and more of a possibility. Dad called last night and says he will finance the move if I live with him so that he can help me get my life back together. Apparently he feels that he and mom must have done something wrong, or not done something, that resulted in me "making the decisions you've made in the past few years." So we are to live with him so he can rectify the situation. Worried? Yeah.

Aside from the crummy job market in the county, living at dad's shouldn't actually be such a bad thing. Rent-free, he'll let me drive one of his cars, we'll be able to do all the outdoorsy stuff I've been missing for years. Dunno how long I'll be there: it sounds like it'll be until dad feels I'm ready. I don't really think I'm as much of a basketcase as he thinks I am, so it shoudn't take that long. Hopefully only ~ 6 months. Long enough to clean up my credit rating and get a little padding in the bank account.

I think Johnnie and I will be okay. And I will feel so much better with Morgan around my family.

~Sierra

New Home

Nov. 16th, 2004 03:27 pm
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We have recently relocated to Kansas City. Johnnie's mom's health is failing, and so Johnnie wanted to be out here to help his sister and aunt take care of her. The trip out was interesting: Johnnie drove a rental truck and trailer, and my dad drove me and Morgan in my car. We stopped along the way to introduce Morgan to Johnnie's father and his family, who had never made it out to see her. They were quite jazzed.

We arrived here on Sunday night, and Monday was a furious day of unloading the truck. I was carrying my skis to our room downstairs, and I missed the last step. I heard a snap as I fell, and wasn't sure if it was something in me, or my skis hitting the wall, until it started hurting. Three hours in the emergency room later, it turns out it's just a sprain, though a bad one. Johnnie and dad have been razzing me about getting out of doing any work.

Morgan did really well on the trip out here. She would get a little cranky towards the end of each day, but the rest of us were, too. The first leg of our trip (to Battle Mountain, NV), which was estimated to only take four and a half hours, ended up taking nine. From there to Salt Lake City, and from Salt Lake to Rawlins, Wyoming, only took as long as they were supposed to. Driving south to Colorado Springs, though, we hit Denver's rush hour, and that day was lengthened by about three hours as a result.

We spent a day in Colorado Springs with Johnnie's dad, stepmom, and half sister, who were all very excited to meet Morgan. It snowed overnight, though, so we drove away on snowy roads into rather heavy fog. It was a long push from C.S. to Kansas City (nine hours in favorable conditions), made longer by the slow progress out of Colorado and frequent stops to feed and change the baby. We've all made it here just fine, but it's not the kind of trip any of us would like to make again.

My twenty-three years of being a packrat really show when moving like this. My stuff has always been spread out between my grandmother, my dad, and wherever I was at the moment. I don't think it's all been in the same place at once, before. Definitely incentive to get off my butt and put together all my scrapbooks, so next time we won't have to cart around boxes and boxes of photos and memorabilia. Hmm, next time... hopefully next time will be the last. I hate moving.

~me

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