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Hey Internet! I know what you are thinking – no, I didn’t intend to return to blogging to rebrand, write two posts, and then disappear. That’s totally what I did, but it wasn’t my intention. I jumped back into blogging at the end of a one month break in between graduation and starting my new job. After my last post I started said job, my mom flew in for two weeks, I single handedly planned a bachelorette party to take place in a different state, and flew home to be in a wedding.
I’m tired is what I am saying.
And I am writing this on the floor of an airport. Like the classy broad I am.
The last two weeks have been NUTSO and I just barely survived. But instead of telling you about my exhaustion level, I’m going to paint you a picture with my words and tell you about one specific incident.
At the end of my first week of work I wore a dress with some ties on the front. Olly, ever the attention whore and string lover, decided the best way to help me get ready for work was to jump for the strings with his nails out while I was getting dressed. I ended up with what basically amounted to a puncture wound on my stomach. It hurt like a mother but I had to get to work, so I walked it off and kept going.
Jump to the next morning, my puncture wound is bright red and hurts a bit. I do the responsible thing my mom taught me to do – lots of Neosporin and a Band-Aid – a fun Oh Joy! For Target Band-Aid. I was wounded but I could still have fun!
The next few days I maintained the same routine. Everything was going fine, except I had this new longer sore right next to my puncture wound – I wasn’t sure where it came from, but it hurt a but so I added some Neosporin and an additional Band-Aid to the situation.
Cut to last Wednesday. I am staying the night in my mom’s hotel room because I am meeting her straight from the airport the next day and we had a lot of stuff to distribute between our suitcases. I am EXHAUSTED. I had been working long days to make up some of the hours I was missing Friday, I had been meeting up with my mom for dinner at theme parks and resorts all week. We had stayed in the Magic Kingdom to watch the new (AMAZING) firework show that night. I had dragged my heavy bags from my car to the hotel room (a bit of a trek when you are weighted down) and I just didn’t want to move ever ever again. I needed to wash my hair, but I could just not muster the motivation. I helped my mom pack while I ate some Nutella gelato (thank you Port Orleans- French Quarter!) and then all I had left to do was shower.
As part of the shower preparation process I ripped off one of the Band-Aids I was wearing on my stomach, and with it came off a not an insignificant amount of skin. (And suddenly I knew where that mystery wound had come from). It is hard to drive home how painful this was and how much skin it removed – it was bad. You know when you lose so many layers of skin that the wound kind of starts to ooze? Not puss, but just… body liquid? That’s what it was. It hurt. A lot. (I’m trying to emphasize this because nobody has seemed to take this story seriously until I lift my shirt or send them a picture, and then the universal reaction has been “OH MY GOD HOW DID THAT HAPPEN??” And I’ve had to be like “I literally just told you.” I would show you pictures, but the internet is forever. If you know me well enough to have my phone number text me and I may send you the photographic evidence. If not, you are just going to have to take my word for it.)
Anyway. I’m in pain. I’m exhausted. The act of washing my hair already seemed daunting without the added element “if this wound gets hit by streams of water I will literally scream.” I STILL HAVE ONE BAND-AID ON MY STOMACH AND IT IS EQUALLY AS STUCK. Everything in the world is horrible and it will never be ok ever again.
So that is how I ended up walking around a hotel room, pretty much naked, crying while I shoveled half-melted Nutella gelato into my mouth… I may not actually have my life even slightly mastered is what I am saying.
Epilogue: I ripped the other Band-Aid off after holding a wet washcloth over it. It took off less skin, but still a good amount. I used some dry shampoo instead of washing my hair and I went to bed without doing basically anything else. My wounds are scabbing over and itch a bit but I will survive… I am such a brave soul.
Anyway, have you ever been practically maimed by something that was supposed to help you? How did you deal with it?
Hey Internet! I don’t know about you, but I have to work/school today and Monday’s got me being like this:
BUT I had a great Galentine’s/Valentine’s Day weekend and I wanted to pop in and share some pictures!
The weekend started at a BBQ restaurant with my carpool buddy on Friday. GUYS. This place. The food was AMAZING. ANDPLUSALSO? THERE WAS A CAT! AND the cat looked so much like Binx. I called him Binx II, and he crawled right into my lap and I maybe almost cried. Pictures:
If you are ever in the area, the place is called Yellow Dog Eats and it is the best.
After lunch I went home and Adorabeezle and I finished Broadchurch (its a BBC crime series and its AMAZING. Go watch it on Netflix. Right now.)
Also, this happened. It’s a common occurrence, really, but I can never get over the cuteness:
Then I turned in for the night and spent some time reading Make it Happen. I’ve been reading this for a little over a month now, and it has been SO GOOD for my heart. I’ve been really savoring it and taking copious notes. So. Much. Goodness.
Then Saturday was a sleep in and be productive kind of day. It seems weird, but I cherish the days I am free enough to really clean the kitchen. Just doing laundry and getting all the dishes done and organizing things. I LIVE for that on the weekends… Does this mean I’m officially a grown up? Maybe. Also? I cleaned ALL of my make up brushes. That may seem like small potatoes to you if you have your life together, but this was a big deal for me. I’m not going to tell you how long it’s been since I’ve done this, because I want you to think I’m a fancy person who isn’t living in filth. Just go with it.
After the productiveness, Adorabeezle came home from work and we hit up EPCOT for Galentine’s Day. (If you don’t know what Galentine’s Day is you need to watch Parks and Rec ASAP!!!)
We grabbed some fish and chips (I ate the fish. Adorabeezle ate the chips). and then we headed to France where we waited 20 minutes in line for a cocktail and then 20 minutes in line for the patisserie. We regret nothing.
The drink was a specialty orange passion fruit slushie, that came in a “souvenir glass,” which I thought was kind of silly since it was just a sphere and made my drink cost three extra dollars, but it was delicious and I have NO REGRETS.
After Epcot, we came home and I treated myself to a nice lush bath bomb bath complete with Christmas lights, candles, poor girl sangria (wine with a splash of oj and some cut up oranges) a touch of chocolate and a episode of Fixer Upper on my Kindle.
Sunday was church and then ALL THE ERRANDS. I did some cooking for the week and finished some apartment projects I’ve been putting off. I also put together a breathtaking doughnut diorama. Because I don’t play around when it comes to holidays or doughnuts.
The rest of the night was spent with netflix and putting that souvenir glass to good use:
(yes the succulent is fake – who do you think I am? a real grown up person?) But I’m fairly certain the moss I bought from Joann’s is real… which kind of freaked me out…
Anyway, that was my Galentine’s weekend, Internet. How was yours?
Hello Internet! I know that it’s been forever. I’m trying to figure out my school/life balance, and blogging has kind of fallen by the wayside… for now… I’m determined to get back into the swing of things here soon. But for now, other things are taking priority.
Today I wanted to share a list with you. This is a list of things you may hear somebody in our apartment tell the cats. I say at least one of these things Every. Single. Day. It turns out when you are raising two kittens, you are constantly monitoring where they are (never where they belong) and telling them what are not. So, for instance, when Winston climbs onto the coffee table (approximately 863 times a day), somebody ends up yelling “cats aren’t coffee!” and then we move him and five minutes later we have to tell him again.
Here is a by no means complete list of things our cats think they are, which in fact they are not.
- Mixed drinks
- Craft supplies
- Dirty dishes
- Work essentials
- Car keys
- Nighttime essentials
- Electrical cords
- Perishable items
- Nonperishable items
- Garbage (yes… yes they are)
- Window dressings
- Christmas decorations
- Cleaning supplies
- Smart (at least mine aren’t)
Do any of these sound familiar Internet? If so, I’d be willing to wager you’ve owned a cat or two in your day.
I’ll leave you with a few pictures of the cats where they belong:
A photo posted by Liz (@liz_tippy) on
Hey Internet! I realized I haven’t given you an update on Winston and Ellie May since we got them!
I know. Its horrible. YOU NEED YOUR KITTEN PICTURES. But… finals… That has been my excuse for everything for two months.
So. Kittens. I love them so much. And more important THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH. They are best friends. They could care less about me and Adorabeezle. They have each other. I mean:
They are spoiled rotten, obvi, and have their own cat tree. They love it, but have also managed to destroy it a little – there are no longer mice toys attached to it.
For a long time, anytime anyone asked how the kittens were I would say “They are good. Just, you know, destroying everything we love.” And I stand by that statement. EXHIBIT A:
They are growing. They are basically butterballs. Both of them are rather rotund, I keep saying it is because they are about to go through growth spurts, but after Binx I MAY just have a penchant for raising really fat cats, only time will tell.
Mostly, we just really love them. I am obsessed with them and miss them terribly when I’m gone. Every two days I look at them and wonder how they have gotten so bug and then I cry…like actual tears… and that does not happen. I am a robot…
So the cats are good. And if you want more updates, you should follow me on Instagram because around 85% of my posts are cat related.
Hey Internet! So things have been so crazy around these parts (I had my first test of grad school yesterday – and I crushed it), and I totally forgot that I HAVEN’T INTRODUCED YOU TO ELLIE MAY PENNYWHISTLE!!!!
That’s right! Winston has a sister!! And they totally love each other.
I mean how could I blog with these babies around? (Note the untouched computer in the background of that photo).
As you can see, she can be a sleepy baby (and we totally are teaching her right with the Oreos), but this girl has some ENERGY in her – its just easier to take her picture when she isn’t moving at the speed of ninja. She loves playing with her brother and her toys.
She is also a snuggle bug with a penchant for trying to suckle blankets.
So we have our hands full over here, but we are LOVING it.
Happy Hump Day Internet!!