The alien in my side is back

So this post is going to be kind of all over the place, but that's how my brain works, so I guess it's fitting, right?  On Saturday, I was sitting on my bed (mattress on the floor since we sold our bedroom set) thinking about everything we need to do, and the alien came back.  I guess I should explain, for many years now, I've suffered from anxiety and depression.  It's something I don't talk about much, but it's always there.  I used to take medication to control it, but I didn't like the way it didn't make me feel.  I guess the best way to describe it is a volume dial on your radio, most people, when it comes to emotions, are right in the middle.  For me, my day to day is cranked all the way to 10.  When I was medicated, I was about a 2, I just didn't feel anything.  If there were meds that would keep me right in the middle, or close to "normal" I might take them, but for now, I deal with being overly emotional. I've been told I need to be more thick skinned, this was from people who don't understand. There's a difference between the two, I can take criticism just fine, I'm not able to just turn off my emotions (what I wouldn't give to be a vampire ala Vampire Diaries).  Anyway, getting back to sitting on my mattress being totally overwhelmed, the alien came back.  You see, I don't always have full out panic attacks, sometimes my anxiety comes in pain.  A little over a month ago, I started having a pain in my side, and kept telling Steve it felt like I had an alien living inside me, trying to get out.  At the time I was having major anxiety, but once I was able to get over the issue, the pain went away.  Thinking about all that we have to do in order to get the house in order, the alien made a return appearance.  However, this time I was able to get rid of him pretty quickly.  Instead of sitting there, crying over my frog tape, I went to get my hair done.

 

I don't know how you relax, but as soon as I get in that chair, everything else just disappears.  It helps that I have a couple of the greatest girls handling the mess on my head.  I went for copper red this time, here's the picture I gave her:

 

I'd say she did exactly what I asked for, and I'm in love with my color.  Do you see the purple peeking out? Love!  I thought it would be a bad idea though, seeing as that I'm currently interviewing for a new job.  As it is, they don't know about my tattoos yet.  Steve can't believe that I would be worried that they would have a problem with visible tattoos, seeing as it's 2012 and all, but I totally am.  So, needless to say I thought better of adding purple to my hair.  But wait!  Have you heard of hair chalk?

 

You can "color" pieces of hair, set it with hair spray or heat and it washes out the next time you shampoo.  They were out of the purple at the salon, but I'm going to Ulta this week to look for it.  Yes, I'm probably too old for this, but I don't care, I love being able to change up my look with hair color and makeup whenever I want, it's part of the fun of being a girl.

 

Yesterday we got a good amount of painting done, and got the kitchen all packed up, so I'm feeling a little better about the disaster area that is my house.  I'm sure I'll feel overwhelmed, and stressed every other day, but I'm working hard to manage it on my own.  Yes, there will be meltdowns (must to Steve's dismay) but if it gets us to TX, it's all worth it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Want to help me pack?

So getting ready to move sucks.  We've been in our house for 14 years next week.  There are so many little things that have needed to be done for so long, and we just kept putting them off.  Now that we want to move in the next couple months, everything needs to be done NOW.  The list is looooong, with not a lot of time, and trying to spend the least amount of money possible.  We've been painting trim, and doors every free minute we have.  I currently have living room furniture in my kitchen, and since we decided we're going to sell a lot of our furniture and buy new, we're sleeping on a mattress on the floor.  Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that our bedroom set sold so fast, but having all of Steve's clothes in tubs kind of sucks.  I'm not one for ironing, so if you see us in the next month or two, he's gonna be wrinkly.  My wonderful friend has been at our house painting the ceilings for us this week.  Have I mentioned how much I hate to paint?  I do.  A lot.  The realtor said maybe it would be a good idea to paint more neutral colors (I like bright, orange, yellow, green, you need sunglasses in my house.)  We're painting the ceiling white, good enough for me.  I know there are people out there who can't get over color, but if you're not going to buy my house because you don't like the paint color, then I don't want you to have it.

We picked out our cabinets and countertops last weekend, hopefully they'll be in around the first weekend of Nov.  Tile is being purchased tonight, that gives Steve 3 weeks to get the floor done.  Sounds like plenty of time right?  We'll see about that. 

I have another interview in 20 minutes, wish me luck, I'll let you know how it goes!

First world problems:  I love reading other blogs, but when you're 24, still in school and your parents pay your rent so you don't need to work, don't complain that you missed out on that great Kate Spade purse because you couldn't get online fast enough for the sale.  Some of us have to work our booties off to be able to afford a Kate Spade.  At the outlet.  For 60% off.

Edited to add:  You bet I went online to see if there's a Kate Spade outlet near where we'll be in TX.

Hey, I'm still here

So yeah, just call me slacker.  It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, because I do.  I guess I’ve just become a little disenchanted with the beauty world lately.  I go on the beauty forums, and lately, it seems like no one is happy with anything.  I went on Birchbox’s Facebook page the other day, and saw people threatening to tell everyone in the WORLD what a waste the service is because one of the samples they got was too small, and another complaining about getting nail polish in their beauty box.  I mean, the nerve!  Who would want a beauty product in their beauty box?  I look at it this way, Birchbox is fun.  $10 a month is going twice to Starbucks, if I don’t get something great in my box this month, I hope next month will be better.  If it’s not, then it’s up to me to cancel or find another box I like better.  It’s things like this that have just kind of taken the fun out of it for me lately. 

So, here’s what’s new with me.  We’re moving to TX.  Not like, we’re talking about maybe moving at some point in the future, we’re moving.  I’ve been interviewing with a company, and it’s looking pretty good.  We have a town picked out we like, and are going down next month to check it out and look at some houses.  We’re working with a realtor, and trying to remodel our kitchen in the next month to get our house on the market by Thanksgiving.  Do I want to move in the middle of winter? No!  But, at least we’re heading south away from the cold, right?  So, in an effort to get back into blogging more, besides my usual hoarding of beauty products, I’m asking you to follow me as this Chicago girl heads south to TX.  I’m sure I’ll have a lot to talk about.

First world problems:  I’m 5’7”, why is it that if I buy regular length jeans I can sew them up at the bottom like they’re footie pajamas?  I bought a pair in short length yesterday and they’re perfect.  If I’m considered short, what is regular?