We had a new stove delivered today. I was in charge of letting the stove people in. Super nice guys. Nick and Tyrone. They will be getting a '10' on the delivery survey. Handsome guys, too. The process of moving stoves (and other large appliances, I would imagine) is nothing like I would have thought. I thought they would move it out on a dolly. BUT NO.
So, they were wearing these large strap things, like a backpack, but then there was a large strap connecting them to each other. I thought it was kind of cute. And then, they came in the house, tipped the stove back, knelt down, put the connecting strap under the stove, and then lifted it. So like, the stove weight was between the two of them. It was awesome. I wanted to just stare at them, but I thought that maybe would be creepy. I kind of did anyways.
And then they brought the new stove in the same way! And once it was on the ground I said,
JULIE: That thing is so awesome.
NICK: Yeah! It's way easier than using a dolly.
JULIE: It's like, super hardcore.
I couldn't believe it. I'm still in amazement. I have a new respect for anyone who moves large appliances.
So, the new stove is in. Tyrone said not to use it until it gets to room temperature, or else it may crack. It's a fancy stove. Like, a flat top one. With a non-broken door!
The reason we had to get a new stove, was because when the kitchen was being painted, the painters moved the stove out from the wall, and they broke the door. Or like, broke the vent thing that's above the door. The door still opened, but you had to do this tricky maneuver that no one except me could figure out. So, anytime for the past week and a half that we were using the oven, I needed to be present to open it up. Perhaps it's because of my small hands? Or willingness to reach into hott ovens with no worry of burning my hands. Because for some reason, I have no sense of hott and cold. Because, in order to open the oven, you needed to semi touch a hott oven surface. There was like, this metal piece that was hanging down too low inside the oven door, which was preventing it from opening.
Normally, it wasn't too hott. But like, on Thanksgiving, when the oven was on all day, it got kind of hott. Like, if an oven mitt would have fit into the small space, I would have used it. But, it didn't. And those glove-oven mitts that are semi-freaky, were like, $15. Not worth it to have a tiny burn on your hand.
ANYWAYS. I hadn't intended to tell you any of this. And now I've been talking for like, 20 minutes about this. Crazy.
The new oven is nice. I guess it's called a "range." Range? Oven? Stove? Do they all mean the same thing?? IDK! That's why I don't work at Home Depot. That's probably like, training day #1.
What I wanted to tell you about, was these dreams I had last week. I had two of them in a row.
I can't exactly remember what was happening in the second dream. I remembered it last week, and I told Kara. But she's at work right now. So I can't ask her.
But both dreams involved a massive power outage. The first dream, I was moving to a new area and applying for a job in this cafe, and then just as I was talking to the lady about working there, this huge storm moved in and the power went out, and myself and all the patrons of the cafe were trapped in the restaurant until the power came back on. Because it was too dangerous to go outside.
And then the second dream, was kind of the same idea, I remember. Like, a big storm which caused the power to go out for like, 7 hours, I think.
I just thought this was weird, having two dreams about power outages right in a row. And, it kind of freaked me out. So, I looked it up...
BLACKOUT:
To dream that there is a blackout, indicates your lack of insight and perspective on a situation. You may be feeling frustrated or experiencing failure in some work that you are attempting. The blackout may also symbolize ignorance, the unconscious, evil, death, or fear of the unknown.
STORM:
To see a storm in your dream, signifies some overwhelming struggle, shock, loss or catastrophe in your waking life. The storm also represents unexpressed fears or emotions, such as anger, rage, turmoil, etc. On a more positive note, the storm symbolizes your rising spirituality. It may signal rapid changes ahead for you.
To dream that you take cover in a storm, foretells that whatever disturbance or problems is occurring in your life will quickly blow over. Consider also the phrase "weather the storm", which refers to your ability and strength to withstand whatever comes.
I guess it kind of seems like these two things are related. Kind of scary, but also kind of comforting in a strange way. Clearly, it means that my trying to get a job is bad news.
I got something in the mail yesterday about retirement and collecting Social Security and everything. It was probably the creepiest piece of mail I've ever gotten. Like, they had a lot of information about me. But also, I was like,
JULIE: I guess I'll just retire!!!
But, it really wasn't about that. It was basically letting me know that I've worked for enough years so that if I for some reason, become disabled and cannot work, I will be allowed to collect Social Security. I think. I think that's what they told me.
So, here's the plan:
1. get married
2. have a baby
3. become emotionally disabled
4. collect social security
great! If you're married and have children, then you get more Social Security money. And that will solve my problem of not knowing what I want to do with my life. Avoidance! Yep. That's my method. It's worked well for 25 years.
Actually, I got something else in the mail a few days ago and it was from the New England Technical Institute. Or, New England Institute of Technology... one of those two. And it said on the outside of the envelope, "important career information!" So I was like, "oh, great!" So, I opened it and read all about their courses and programs.
And NOW, I think I want to become a surgical technician. Cool, right?!?! Either that, or an interior designer. OR, go into aviation science. And become a PILOT. How cool would that be?!?! Except pilots work under pretty bad conditions. Also, I'm not really good at being in airports because I get really mad and rude at people. I've just had bad experiences. So, maybe I shouldn't become a pilot.
Actually, there's probably some warning that comes up when I book an airline ticket because I did so much research on Fidel Castro and Che Guevara my last year of college. That would make sense, since I've had so many problems at airports. Especially going through customs. But actually, this has been going on since I was little. Before Div 3.
ANYWAYS.
Surgical tech seems cool. And ever since I was in 5th grade I've wanted to become a brain surgeon. So, maybe that's step one?? Wouldn't it be funny if I actually ended up a brain surgeon?? Like, after all this indecision about everything in my life. THAT'S what I become. I would love that. I like tedious things like taking things apart, so I think I'd be good at surgery. Haha, that's probably not a great reason to cut open someone's brain.
Oooo but doesn't that just sound cool??? Like, powerful and awesome?? To actually understand something like a brain? And like, there's a problem with the brain, and you will most likely know how to fix it. That sounds great. Like, to KNOW what to do.
I'd take any kind of surgery, actually. Except you probably have to wake up early to be a surgeon.
I'd also like to do something with weather. Like, not be a meteorologist, but be like, the person who reports to the meteorologist. Like, the science person who knows everything about what everything means. Unless there's no science person, and the meteorologist does all the work.
I like science a lot. But, for some reason I always hated it in school. And did pretty bad.
This makes me think that you shouldn't go to school until you're older. Like, start school at age 10, or something. And then you'd finish high school when you're like, 23 and THEN go to college.
Perhaps I'll think about this some more and then work it into my presidential campaign. I wonder if there's ever been a former brain surgeon president. Probably not. Although, maybe.
Although, by the time I would have finally finished medical school and got my brain surgeon license, it'd be time to start the presidential campaign. So, that wouldn't look good. Failed brain surgeon as president? Hm. Or, person with a brain surgical license who doesn't actually use it but instead becomes president? Hm.
I need to stop blogging if I ever want to become president. Although, that'd be cool to have a president who blogs while in office. Like, why not? Why is everything so secret? It'd be like, the most popular blog ever.
Although, I can spend a lot of time blogging. And perhaps the American people would rather have a president who spends more time on important issues, rather than blogging about them. But maybe not! Who am I to speak for the American people?
Anyways. What else can I talk about?
Kara and I have to go to Petco tonight. Chowder needs more cat food. Chowder is Ruby Tuesday's older sister. I'm excited to go to Petco, because last time we were there buying her food, we spent like, an hour staring at these hilarious mice. There was this one mouse that was just awesome. He like, thought he was Spiderman or something. Spiderman mouse. He was like, trying to climb the walls. I'm actually laughing just thinking about it. He was so funny. We were laughing pretty hard in the store that night. Haha..
So, we're into December now. I can't believe it at all. How it's been like, a year since last December. I feel like this year flew by.
It's almost been a year since I FIRST saw Crash Kings. Perhaps on that day, I'll have a Crash Kings madness blog post where I post pictures from all 18 shows I've been to. Wait, 18? Is that right? No, that can't be right. Hold on... let's do a quick recap:
- boston
- boston
- providence
- albany
- sayreville, nj
- boston
- west chester, pa
- portland
- boston
- new york city
- chicago
- portsmouth, nh
- boston
- providence
- burlington, vt
- philadelphia
- new york city
- washington, dc
holy crap, that's 18. That's a lot of times seeing Crash Kings. I think that's also the order of the cities we saw them in. I'm pretty impressed. Oh, I love Crash Kings. They are so cool.
So, my goal for this week was to unpack all my clothes into my room and clear out all the clothes I no longer wear. And it's Thursday. And I haven't started yet. I guess I only have one more day to do this. I MUST complete this personal goal.
OH!!!!
I'll do a blog challenge!!!!!! Wait, what were those called??? Hold on,
COMPETITIVE MIND SPORTS!!!!! Yes. This shall be Competitive Mind Sports, Game #2. The first one was when I had to force myself to clean out my bedroom in my apartment with one full rotation of the River City Extension record.
Hm. Well, I definitely can't do this clothes project with one listen to that record.
Okay, I have this playlist that's like, 4 hours and 15 minutes long. I wonder if I can do it in that time.
Perhaps I'll just set a time limit.
I KNOW. Starting at 6pm TONIGHT, I'll give myself 24 HOURS to complete this project. And by 6pm on Friday - it'll be done.
Okay. Now I'm excited about this. Once I put it in the blog - it's REAL. It's ON. And I have to do it. Why do I think like this? I don't know. But, it gets stuff done.
I'll outline the goals for this challenge:
- clean out my closet and bureau
- set up bags of clothes to donate to Planet Aid boxes
- bring my huge suitcase upstairs and unpack it into my closet and bureau
- get ready for a trip to the laundromat
Perhaps the laundromat trip will be a challenge for next week. My mom is making me go to the laundromat because I have too much laundry. I have no problem with that, because I enjoy laundromats. I think it's because I don't mind waiting. Lines, doctor's offices, grocery store checkout, laundromats... nope. I'll wait. I like this about myself. Perhaps it's the fact that I'm a massive procrastinator. Maybe I'm just lazy to do things quickly? (that's probably it.)
ANYWAYS.
COMPETITIVE MIND SPORTS, GAME #2 - Clothes Project. It's ON.
I'm excited about this one, guys. I like including you in my personal goals. I like to have small goals and projects to work on. Long term goals, what? No thanks.
No Day But Today? Yep. Thanks, Rent.
OK. So now my goal is to take a shower. And then maybe start the clothes project. And then meet Kara at Petco, and then go to the gym. Ugghhhhhhhhhh. THE GYM. I hate working out, but I like having an excuse to listen to dance music really loud in my headphones. So, it balances itself out.
Although lately, before I go to sleep, I put in my headphones and listen to dance music anyways. True story. I don't know why I do this right before bed. Like, I'll literally be in bed, lights out, trying to fall asleep with this dance music blaring in my ears. And then like, an hour later, I'll wake up and the dance music will still be playing. Weird. But for some reason, it helps me sleep.
Ok. I seriously started blogging this afternoon with the intention of only telling you about those dreams. But it got out of control pretty quickly when I started talking about the stoves. Or, ranges. Or, ovens. Whatevs.
So! I hope everyone has a great evening!!! It's Thursday!!!! What a great day, right?! Right!
Take care, friends!!! What are you hott plans for this weekend??? Share them with me!
have a beautiful night ♡
I guess it kind of seems like these two things are related. Kind of scary, but also kind of comforting in a strange way. Clearly, it means that my trying to get a job is bad news.
I got something in the mail yesterday about retirement and collecting Social Security and everything. It was probably the creepiest piece of mail I've ever gotten. Like, they had a lot of information about me. But also, I was like,
JULIE: I guess I'll just retire!!!
But, it really wasn't about that. It was basically letting me know that I've worked for enough years so that if I for some reason, become disabled and cannot work, I will be allowed to collect Social Security. I think. I think that's what they told me.
So, here's the plan:
1. get married
2. have a baby
3. become emotionally disabled
4. collect social security
great! If you're married and have children, then you get more Social Security money. And that will solve my problem of not knowing what I want to do with my life. Avoidance! Yep. That's my method. It's worked well for 25 years.
Actually, I got something else in the mail a few days ago and it was from the New England Technical Institute. Or, New England Institute of Technology... one of those two. And it said on the outside of the envelope, "important career information!" So I was like, "oh, great!" So, I opened it and read all about their courses and programs.
And NOW, I think I want to become a surgical technician. Cool, right?!?! Either that, or an interior designer. OR, go into aviation science. And become a PILOT. How cool would that be?!?! Except pilots work under pretty bad conditions. Also, I'm not really good at being in airports because I get really mad and rude at people. I've just had bad experiences. So, maybe I shouldn't become a pilot.
Actually, there's probably some warning that comes up when I book an airline ticket because I did so much research on Fidel Castro and Che Guevara my last year of college. That would make sense, since I've had so many problems at airports. Especially going through customs. But actually, this has been going on since I was little. Before Div 3.
ANYWAYS.
Surgical tech seems cool. And ever since I was in 5th grade I've wanted to become a brain surgeon. So, maybe that's step one?? Wouldn't it be funny if I actually ended up a brain surgeon?? Like, after all this indecision about everything in my life. THAT'S what I become. I would love that. I like tedious things like taking things apart, so I think I'd be good at surgery. Haha, that's probably not a great reason to cut open someone's brain.
Oooo but doesn't that just sound cool??? Like, powerful and awesome?? To actually understand something like a brain? And like, there's a problem with the brain, and you will most likely know how to fix it. That sounds great. Like, to KNOW what to do.
I'd take any kind of surgery, actually. Except you probably have to wake up early to be a surgeon.
I'd also like to do something with weather. Like, not be a meteorologist, but be like, the person who reports to the meteorologist. Like, the science person who knows everything about what everything means. Unless there's no science person, and the meteorologist does all the work.
I like science a lot. But, for some reason I always hated it in school. And did pretty bad.
This makes me think that you shouldn't go to school until you're older. Like, start school at age 10, or something. And then you'd finish high school when you're like, 23 and THEN go to college.
Perhaps I'll think about this some more and then work it into my presidential campaign. I wonder if there's ever been a former brain surgeon president. Probably not. Although, maybe.
Although, by the time I would have finally finished medical school and got my brain surgeon license, it'd be time to start the presidential campaign. So, that wouldn't look good. Failed brain surgeon as president? Hm. Or, person with a brain surgical license who doesn't actually use it but instead becomes president? Hm.
I need to stop blogging if I ever want to become president. Although, that'd be cool to have a president who blogs while in office. Like, why not? Why is everything so secret? It'd be like, the most popular blog ever.
Although, I can spend a lot of time blogging. And perhaps the American people would rather have a president who spends more time on important issues, rather than blogging about them. But maybe not! Who am I to speak for the American people?
Anyways. What else can I talk about?
Kara and I have to go to Petco tonight. Chowder needs more cat food. Chowder is Ruby Tuesday's older sister. I'm excited to go to Petco, because last time we were there buying her food, we spent like, an hour staring at these hilarious mice. There was this one mouse that was just awesome. He like, thought he was Spiderman or something. Spiderman mouse. He was like, trying to climb the walls. I'm actually laughing just thinking about it. He was so funny. We were laughing pretty hard in the store that night. Haha..
So, we're into December now. I can't believe it at all. How it's been like, a year since last December. I feel like this year flew by.
It's almost been a year since I FIRST saw Crash Kings. Perhaps on that day, I'll have a Crash Kings madness blog post where I post pictures from all 18 shows I've been to. Wait, 18? Is that right? No, that can't be right. Hold on... let's do a quick recap:
- boston
- boston
- providence
- albany
- sayreville, nj
- boston
- west chester, pa
- portland
- boston
- new york city
- chicago
- portsmouth, nh
- boston
- providence
- burlington, vt
- philadelphia
- new york city
- washington, dc
holy crap, that's 18. That's a lot of times seeing Crash Kings. I think that's also the order of the cities we saw them in. I'm pretty impressed. Oh, I love Crash Kings. They are so cool.
So, my goal for this week was to unpack all my clothes into my room and clear out all the clothes I no longer wear. And it's Thursday. And I haven't started yet. I guess I only have one more day to do this. I MUST complete this personal goal.
OH!!!!
I'll do a blog challenge!!!!!! Wait, what were those called??? Hold on,
COMPETITIVE MIND SPORTS!!!!! Yes. This shall be Competitive Mind Sports, Game #2. The first one was when I had to force myself to clean out my bedroom in my apartment with one full rotation of the River City Extension record.
Hm. Well, I definitely can't do this clothes project with one listen to that record.
Okay, I have this playlist that's like, 4 hours and 15 minutes long. I wonder if I can do it in that time.
Perhaps I'll just set a time limit.
I KNOW. Starting at 6pm TONIGHT, I'll give myself 24 HOURS to complete this project. And by 6pm on Friday - it'll be done.
Okay. Now I'm excited about this. Once I put it in the blog - it's REAL. It's ON. And I have to do it. Why do I think like this? I don't know. But, it gets stuff done.
I'll outline the goals for this challenge:
- clean out my closet and bureau
- set up bags of clothes to donate to Planet Aid boxes
- bring my huge suitcase upstairs and unpack it into my closet and bureau
- get ready for a trip to the laundromat
Perhaps the laundromat trip will be a challenge for next week. My mom is making me go to the laundromat because I have too much laundry. I have no problem with that, because I enjoy laundromats. I think it's because I don't mind waiting. Lines, doctor's offices, grocery store checkout, laundromats... nope. I'll wait. I like this about myself. Perhaps it's the fact that I'm a massive procrastinator. Maybe I'm just lazy to do things quickly? (that's probably it.)
ANYWAYS.
COMPETITIVE MIND SPORTS, GAME #2 - Clothes Project. It's ON.
I'm excited about this one, guys. I like including you in my personal goals. I like to have small goals and projects to work on. Long term goals, what? No thanks.
No Day But Today? Yep. Thanks, Rent.
OK. So now my goal is to take a shower. And then maybe start the clothes project. And then meet Kara at Petco, and then go to the gym. Ugghhhhhhhhhh. THE GYM. I hate working out, but I like having an excuse to listen to dance music really loud in my headphones. So, it balances itself out.
Although lately, before I go to sleep, I put in my headphones and listen to dance music anyways. True story. I don't know why I do this right before bed. Like, I'll literally be in bed, lights out, trying to fall asleep with this dance music blaring in my ears. And then like, an hour later, I'll wake up and the dance music will still be playing. Weird. But for some reason, it helps me sleep.
Ok. I seriously started blogging this afternoon with the intention of only telling you about those dreams. But it got out of control pretty quickly when I started talking about the stoves. Or, ranges. Or, ovens. Whatevs.
So! I hope everyone has a great evening!!! It's Thursday!!!! What a great day, right?! Right!
Take care, friends!!! What are you hott plans for this weekend??? Share them with me!
have a beautiful night ♡
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