Well my roomie moved in, successfully. We watched the lightening storm from the porch last night, he putzed around in his room, rearranging furniture and getting settled. I read a bit, we watched some tv, talked a little…it’s gonna be just fine.

Now, this morning…I forgot to grind my coffee last night and I know he’s sleeping this morning…it’s SO LOUD! So. I’m debating. I know he’ll just sleep through it, but that first morning…oh well, right? we’ll have to figure out our schedule. But it’ll be fine.

It’s a beautiful morning, I’ve got the doors open, breeze blowing. I’m going to try to organize a little more of the back room, and get a few things done before work this afternoon. I hope your humpday is eazy breezy beautiful!

done. and done.

Austin moves in today. I worked my hiney off this weekend and cleared out his room and closet and chest of drawers. Alllll that shit,  stuff, clothes, very valuable posessions, is now in the office laying five feet deep on the futon. I worked till late last night, in spurts, putting things up, rearranging space that hasn’t been used since I moved in, putting things in trash bags for a garage sale. His room is empty, clean bedding awaits his arrival. I even fixed the floor lamp my own self by putting in a new light bulb holding thimgyamajigger inside it. This required a trip to the hardware store and use of a screwdriver. I felt very accomplished last night.

I also got the remains of the gazebo out to the curb on Sunday, that was picked up IMMEDIATLY by some scavanger people. Whatever. It’s gone. The landscaper is coming this week to level down my yard. I didn’t get the funky pavers dug up, but whatever. Maybe this week that will get finished before he gets here…if not, oh well. I just want it done so that I can get some grass growing, get the garden built and start planting things in the dirt!

It’s that beautiful time of year, here in The Plains, where we get graceful morning breezes, perfect temperatures and then at the blink on an eye, crazy storms! I love it. I had the house wide open yesterday, airing everything out and I walked into the living room and saw that Kikimama and Sammy were perched. Awfully close to each other. Not hissing at each other and staring at the floor. (oh LORD please not a carcass. My roommate hasn’t arrived yet and that is now officially HIS JOB) I walked in and Bobs-your-uncle if there isn’t a solid grey boy kitty, looks about a year old, laying out in the floor playing with the catnip. He’s meowing (which is wierd because mine don’t really ever make noise, hissing and purring that’s it, unless we’re in the car) and caterwalling and meowing. He comes in, eats a snack, lays in the floor, come flops in my lap…Seriously? No. I cannot have four cats. NO. He and I have a visit about it and I’m pretty sure he lives at another house. No collar. But mine don’t wear them either…I finally just kicked him out with the other boys and closed up the house. Kind of broke my heart a little but he’s gone this morning.

Apparently word is on the street that we’re in the “ya’ll come on in” business over here!

In other news, Gert starts her externship today! Wahooo! The final step in completing this adventure. Getting back into the groove of sleep/waking/standing/ will be kind of a bitch, but I have no doubt that she’ll ease on down this road, too.

That’s it for me. We have to be at work early today for a meeting, so I’ve got to get my lunch made…what am I taking? and get ready for the day. Have a fabulous one out there…

It’s a glorious morning here…I’m sipping my coffee before getting ready to celebrate Easter with Bonusmom at her church and then with a meal on the Frontier. Then I’m home this afternoon to drag a bunch of stuff to the curb for Big Trash Day tomorrow. I’m making room for my new roommate this weekend as well. Lots to do.

My neck has been clinched up since Wednesday. Seriously messed up. I’m sure it’s stress. Muscle relaxers, taken in multiples, haven’t budged this. I finally broke down and spent the $ on a massage yesterday after work. The guy really worked me over. Re-aligned my hips which were all kinds of wonky, my spine which was not even moving because the muscles were seized up…gah. I’m still really sore this morning, which is to be expected. Drinking gallons of water to flush the lactic acid out. My neck…meh. It’s still pretty painful. If it doesn’t loosen up I will go to McCracken tomorrow.

I’m not the only one seeing a doc tomorrow. Sammy, our resident baby egg snatcher, came home this week with blood on his face and feeling pretty sad. I cleaned it best I could and left him alone. When I came home at noon to check on him, his whole side of his face was swollen. Looked like he’d been in a boxing ring. So I called the doc and the earliest he could get in was Monday at 2. Well. He’s fine now. It’s gone down, and he’s running around like a fool. I’m still taking him in, just in cases. He brings me eggs. baby bird eggs. Brings them in, plays around, little soccer, little baseball…I can only imagine him climbing trees and baby snatching. My theory is he climbed into the wrong nest and got pecked but good in the face. Sigh.

I had a fabulous dinner of sushi and talk with Gert last night. Multiple hours of playing catch up on our lives. I’ve missed her so much and am so so so proud of her and what she’s done. It was a perfect night, with us both heading out around 9:30. Laughing at the fact that our “wild saturday nights” have changed and here we are heading home and prepping for church the next day. But I love it. I love that we’ve grown up together…so blessed.

I’m going to go grab a piece of toast for breakfast, some more coffee, and maybe read a little before hitting the shower. I have to get gas in the car before heading out and dont want to be late…gah.

Happy Easter my friends.