What, I’m alive? I have the whole heart-beating, air-breathing, walking and talking thing going on, so I guess I must conclude that I am. Huzzah! Ah, for the old days when I posted in LJ at the drop of a hat. Because all of that hat-dropping was incredibly rivetting of course. You have so many variables: the style of hat, the technique of the drop, the height, the person doing the dropping...
Fun times.
And speaking of fun times...
Actually, I have no idea where I’m going with that. My life of late can really be summed up in a series of good and bad scenarios. For instance:
Bad: I had to get some fillings yesterday. My first ever. This was going to cost money and be an incrediby boring experience (people fear the dentist for many reasons - mine is the fear of the boredom that comes from just lying there, watching the ceiling while weird stuff goes on in my mouth).
Good: I have a good dentist. Even though he has wonky teeth - I’m not entirely sure that’s a great advertisement for his profession (although they are very shiny and white (but not too white - I can’t stand too-white teeth (quick, let’s end these brackets before it becomes impossible to find our way out of them...))). Never having experienced a filling before, I was a tiny bit apprehensive of the whole sticking-a-needle-in-my-gums thing, but it went a lot better than expected.
Next scenario:
Bad: Am insanely busy at work. Insanely. I currently work in a 0.7 position, but I’m being lumped with a full-time workload.
Good: I feel productive. Better than that, I feel more confident in myself and my abilities to do things.
Thus endeth the short and incredibly boring section of this post...
Final scenario:
Bad: Our idiot landlords decided to sell the house and to kick us out by the ninth of April. Well, first they wanted to raise the rent by twenty-five dollars a week, to which we said “Hell, no” and started vaguely looking for somewhere new to live. Then we got the sixty day notice to vacate, which just added a extra thick layer of stress to the whole situation. And if that weren’t bad enough, people kept telling us how difficult it would be to find somewhere in such a short space of time and certain other elements told us we’d have even more trouble due to our inability to keep the garden looking perfect. Hello, panic.
Good: We ended up applying for two places: one we really liked and one that was practical. And we were offered both of them. So take that, depressing nay-sayers! And just because I feel like dragging this out, please have this free guided tour of our new place.
Honestly, I would have been content with any alternative to a box on the street, so I’m deliriously happy that we actually got a place we like. Now to organise the move...
Fun times.
And speaking of fun times...
Actually, I have no idea where I’m going with that. My life of late can really be summed up in a series of good and bad scenarios. For instance:
Bad: I had to get some fillings yesterday. My first ever. This was going to cost money and be an incrediby boring experience (people fear the dentist for many reasons - mine is the fear of the boredom that comes from just lying there, watching the ceiling while weird stuff goes on in my mouth).
Good: I have a good dentist. Even though he has wonky teeth - I’m not entirely sure that’s a great advertisement for his profession (although they are very shiny and white (but not too white - I can’t stand too-white teeth (quick, let’s end these brackets before it becomes impossible to find our way out of them...))). Never having experienced a filling before, I was a tiny bit apprehensive of the whole sticking-a-needle-in-my-gums thing, but it went a lot better than expected.
Dentist: OK, I’m just putting this paste on so the needle won’t hurt as much.So now I have fillings, although I still need more. Huzzah! Ah well - better to have fillings than cavities, I suppose.
Me: WTF, ‘as much’?
Needle: *goes in*
Me: *barely notices; wonders if he’s going to start making with the needle soon*
One side of my mouth: *starts to feel weird and puffy*
Realisation: *sinks in*
Next scenario:
Bad: Am insanely busy at work. Insanely. I currently work in a 0.7 position, but I’m being lumped with a full-time workload.
Good: I feel productive. Better than that, I feel more confident in myself and my abilities to do things.
Thus endeth the short and incredibly boring section of this post...
Final scenario:
Bad: Our idiot landlords decided to sell the house and to kick us out by the ninth of April. Well, first they wanted to raise the rent by twenty-five dollars a week, to which we said “Hell, no” and started vaguely looking for somewhere new to live. Then we got the sixty day notice to vacate, which just added a extra thick layer of stress to the whole situation. And if that weren’t bad enough, people kept telling us how difficult it would be to find somewhere in such a short space of time and certain other elements told us we’d have even more trouble due to our inability to keep the garden looking perfect. Hello, panic.
Good: We ended up applying for two places: one we really liked and one that was practical. And we were offered both of them. So take that, depressing nay-sayers! And just because I feel like dragging this out, please have this free guided tour of our new place.
![]() Here’s the front yard, complete with giant lovely tree and bonus shield bugs. You can’t actually see the bugs, but believe me when I say they’re there. Lurking. They were wandering about all over the place when we were waiting for the open inspection last weekend. ![]() And this is a closer shot of the entrance, with a flare carefully camouflaging the roof. ![]() Here you see the lounge, or as my da put it, the ballroom. It’s seriously enormous. It’s not even one of those sneaky shots taken with a fancy lens that makes a room look bigger than it is - it’s actually that size. We could play a game of soccer in there if we wanted to. ![]() The kitchen. It’s not orange. *woe* However am I going to cope with a kitchen in a soothing neutral sort of colour? And do I really care, even sarcastically, since I intend to spend hardly any time in there in the first place? ![]() And what tour is complete without showing you through the bathroom? The shower is sneakily hidden behind that door there. And look - towel rails! Actual towel rails! Now I have no idea what I’m going to do with the towel rail I had to buy for our current place... |
Honestly, I would have been content with any alternative to a box on the street, so I’m deliriously happy that we actually got a place we like. Now to organise the move...





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on 2008-03-05 09:19 pm (UTC)My heartiest congratulations on the find, keenest symphathies on the dental bah-dom and a - today only -I'm offering a FREE bonus! full stop at the end of this sentence.
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on 2008-03-05 10:23 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-05 10:44 pm (UTC)Your new place looks gorgeous. Bugs or not, check out your yard with trees!
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on 2008-03-06 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 01:15 am (UTC)I'm sorry you had to get fillings, but incredibly jealous this is your first experience of getting numb. I think I had my first cavity around 14. Then broke my front tooth which finally got capped when I was about 20 (dentist wanted to wait until my mouth finished growing).
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on 2008-03-06 03:36 am (UTC)Yeah, pretty much everything you are showing me is NICE! :D Great place Katie!
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on 2008-03-06 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 06:30 am (UTC)Huzzah for the bonus full-stop!
*cherishes it*
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on 2008-03-06 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 06:34 am (UTC)Wheeeee!!!
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on 2008-03-06 06:39 am (UTC)As for needles, I thought it would at least feel weird or something... but no. Nothing. Not that I'm complaining.
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on 2008-03-06 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 06:52 am (UTC)Eh, I don't mind the fillings so much. It's always fun to have a new experience; I probably wouldn't have appreciated it very much if I'd been getting them at fourteen.
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on 2008-03-06 06:57 am (UTC)*is very happy*
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on 2008-03-06 07:02 am (UTC)Katies ftw every time! :D
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on 2008-03-06 07:05 am (UTC)*dances like a loon*
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on 2008-03-06 08:27 am (UTC)With a roof and everything!
*glees*
It looks absolutely lufferly!
Where does my box go?
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on 2008-03-06 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 09:25 am (UTC)Your box will probably go in the surprisingly large laundry. The dryer will help keep you warm on Winter nights. :D
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on 2008-03-06 09:26 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 10:29 am (UTC)I once fell asleep while the dentist was drilling into one of my teeth.
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on 2008-03-06 11:20 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 12:13 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 12:40 pm (UTC)I would also like to point out that in the photograph of the kitchen the window almost looks like a painting. Glass windows are much better than painted bricks.
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on 2008-03-06 01:12 pm (UTC)You're the second person who's mentioned that the kitchen window looks like a painting. I'm pretty sure it isn't, but now I'm starting to doubt my memory...
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on 2008-03-06 04:36 pm (UTC)Yeah, it kind of sucks being a renter here, too. Wish we could afford to buy a place, but that's not a good place to be now, either... *sigh*
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on 2008-03-06 06:54 pm (UTC)I want to see more piccies and dancing in that ballroom of yours. Really wish I could see it. But not coming home for that so more piccies :D
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on 2008-03-06 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-06 09:15 pm (UTC)*also sighs*
It's very frustrating.
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on 2008-03-06 09:56 pm (UTC)Ooo...and you have quite the lovely home. :)
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on 2008-03-07 06:40 am (UTC)It is lovely. I hope it's as nice to live in as it was to inspect.
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on 2008-03-07 03:19 pm (UTC)Yes, yes it is