Bitches Get Stuff Done

Monday, July 22, 2013

Welcome to Monday... and the last 4 weeks until my MCAT! 

::cue frantic running around and arm flailing::

Okay, now that we're done with that (for the moment) we can move on with our lives. This weekend was a blur. Friday... I got my eyebrows waxed by a terrible aesthetician. Seriously. She left wax on my face and wouldn't stop saying how coarse my eyebrows were. I don't think she was trying to be mean, but like, I'm paying you to wax my eyebrows, not comment on their quality. At least now I know not to go back to that one!

After my hair removal adventure, I returned things to the mall that had been hanging out in my old apartment, got moved to the new condo, and then lived in my car for a bit (I'm such an adult!) and I didn't have the receipts (adults x2!) so I was concerned that I wasn't going to be able to return things. Fortunately, New York and Company will take a return if you show them your online receipt, so I got the full price back for the pants that I bought online (even though it came back to me as a gift card, but oh well), and then at The Limited, I somehow made money on the return because the selling price of the skirt that I returned was more than what I paid online. I then bought 4 new items with the credit I got from returning my 2 items, and only paid an additional $5. Win. Today, I'm wearing one of the tops that I bought and I'm very pleased with it.

Friday night... I forget what else I did. Knitted. Watched a terrible horror movie on Netflix. It was a relaxing evening, and given the hellish week that I had, I deserved it.

Saturday was a flurry of activity because Ken and I were heading to his cousin's wedding. I got up and went to Target to get a wedding card, toilet paper, and nude heels (which are being returned because I am not in love with them, even for $22). Then I somehow managed to shower, wash my hair, shave my legs, dry and semi-flatiron my hair, pack a bag, feed the cats, and get out of the house in an hour. We stopped at Wawa for sustenance and cash, and then we were on our way to King of Prussia to get ready for the wedding at Villanova. Of course, we hit inexplicable traffic on 76, but we managed to get to the hotel in time to meet up with Lynn (sister-in-law) and get ready for the wedding. We had an adventure getting to the church because of road closures, but we were still a few minutes early. It was about 105 degrees out with the heat index, but the church was air conditioned (and gorgeous). Here are some shots that I grabbed during the ceremony and right after:



Wedding bells were ringing! Bubble guns were blowing!

Lori and Steve with Steve's family

We clean up pretty nice...
Lynn, Ken, and me
The ceremony ended at 2:30, but the reception didn't start until 5, so we headed back to the hotel and I studied for the MCAT while Ken and Lynn went down to the hotel bar to hang out with their relatives (no thank you). At 5, I dragged myself away from my studying (I actually didn't want to stop) and went to the cocktail hour, which was pretty good. The reception started at 6, went until 10, and was a crazy dance party of epic proportions. It was a fun time, but my body was (and continues to be) incredibly angry with me for dancing. Yet another reason why autoimmune disease sucks. :(

Sunday, we had brunch with everyone before getting back on the road to go home. Once we got home, we returned a desk to KMart (what a clusterfuck), cleaned the old apartment again, turned in our keys, and ate lunch at Panera with Levi. Here is us with our first apartment:

We'll miss you! Kind of?
The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning the second bedroom up and hanging the curtains so Lynn could sleep in there while she's staying with us. I'm pretty convinced that if Lynn wasn't staying with us, the curtains would have stayed in their bag forever, haha. Levi came over to the condo later to see it, and the four of us went to The Cheesecake Factory (which means there's cheesecake in the fridge at home!)

And so that brings us to Monday and the title of this post. Bitches get stuff done!


I love Tina Fey simply for existing, but it's true. Bitches get stuff done. And the name of the game for the next 27 days is GETTING IT DONE. I also might have to read this book, even though I hate the word "betch" simply because they make Mean Girls references and I think it might be vaguely interesting:


Anyway. The next 27 days are going to be intense. This is what it looks like:

Weekly MCAT Goal: Finish Physics Section Review
Monday, 7/22 - Work, class, seeing Oliver Sacks at the Free Library of Philadelphia
Tuesday, 7/23 - Work, class, open house at PCOM, studying
Wednesday, 7/24 - Off from work to study, teaching piano, more studying
Thursday, 7/25 - Work, shadowing my DO, studying
Friday, 7/26 - Work, rheumatologist appointment, studying, Mary Kay facial by my friend Amy
Saturday, 7/27 - Practice MCAT exam, baby shower, more studying
Sunday, 7/28 - Studying, lunch with Jenn, book club, studying

Weekly MCAT Goal: Finish Chemistry Section Review
Monday, 7/29 - Work, class, studying
Tuesday, 7/30 - Work, class, studying
Wednesday, 7/31 - Dermatologist appointment (7:45 am, ugh), work, allergist appointment, teaching piano, studying
Thursday, 8/1 - Work, class, studying
Friday, 8/2 - Off from work to study, practice MCAT
Saturday, 8/3 - Studying for physio final, possible trip to NY
Sunday, 8/4 - Studying for physio final, practice MCAT

Weekly MCAT Goal: Finish Organic Chem Section Review
Monday, 8/5 - Work, Physio Final
Tuesday, 8/6 - Work, class, studying
Wednesday, 8/7 - Off from work to study, teaching piano
Thursday, 8/8 - Work, Cell Bio final
Friday, 8/9 - Work, studying
Saturday, 8/10 - Practice MCAT
Sunday, 8/11 - Studying

Weekly MCAT Goal: Finish Bio Section Review
Monday, 8/12 - Work, studying
Tuesday, 8/13 - Work, studying
Wednesday, 8/14 - Work, studying, teaching piano?
Thursday, 8/15 - Work, studying,
Friday, 8/16 - Off from work, TEST DAY
Saturday, 8/17 - HONEYMOON STARTS!




Yayyyyyyyyy!
So, that sounds like a barrel of fun, doesn't it? As my friend Emily said, "Do you have an IV of Xanax? Because I would need one to get through that schedule!" Alas, I do not have Xanax... just coffee, my kitties, my husband, my therapist, my friends, and wine, haha.  And then at the end of all that, I get to go on our belated honeymoon! We booked our hotels last night, and I'm pretty excited. We're flying in San Francisco around 10 am and driving straight out to Napa. Our first 2 nights will be spent here:

Ivy Hotel
Napa Valley


It's technically part of the Best Western Premiere line of hotels, but it has amazing reviews and the accommodations look lovely. It's also right in Napa, so we'll be in a good position to see a lot in the valley, and the photographer that is doing our "honeymoon/anniversary shoot" lives near there, so it will be convenient for that, too. After 2 days in Napa seeing various wineries, we're heading back to San Francisco (going to Muir Woods, of course, and exploring Sausalito on our way) and staying for 2 nights here:


The Inn at Oyster Point
San Francisco
One of our goals in San Francisco was to find a hotel that had free parking, because the things I've heard about San Francisco so far have been:

- It's cold there in the summer, bring a jacket!
- You have to go to Ghiradelli! And see the sea lions!
- Bring good walking shoes
- Don't drive ANYWHERE

This hotel seemed quirky and cute, had free parking, complimentary breakfast delivered to the room, and is on the San Francisco Bay. I also accidentally booked us for one night online, but when I called, they were really helpful and added a second night to our reservation without any problems. After sightseeing around San Francisco, we're heading down the Pacific Coast Highway to Monteray and staying here:

Monteray Plaza Hotel and Spa
Monteray
This was our "splurge" hotel, as we upgraded to an ocean view room. I cannot WAIT to stay here... and possibly get a massage, haha. They have a jazz piano bar there, which we will definitely be checking out. And of course, we'll be hitting up the aquarium and other local attractions! After our night and day in Monteray, we're driving southward again, stopping at Hearst Castle in San Simeon, and ending up in Santa Clarita, which is where my uncle/aunt/cousin live. We'll be staying with them for the rest of the trip, and on the Friday before we leave, we're taking a day trip down to the San Diego zoo!The entire trip will be just over 1000 miles of driving, and I can't wait to see everything and just spend time with Ken. It will be so nice after this summer of craziness. 

But of course, between now and then, I have a lot to get done... so I am going to go start that right this instant. As soon as I find lunch and reheat my coffee, of course. If anyone out there has recommendations for places to eat and things to see on our trip, leave me a note in the comments! I'd love to hear from you!

- A

That Really Should Not Have Been that Complicated

Friday, July 19, 2013

I've decided that if I ever write a book (in all of my copious amounts of spare time, clearly), I have some pretty good titles for it, including but not limited to, That Really Should Not Have Been That Complicated. Possibly with a subtitle of some sort. Other titles that I have thrown around at some points for this non-existent book are:

How Do You Pack for a Mental Hospital?: Why Med School is a Terrible Idea

"I Have No Idea How to Use a Round Brush" and Other Reasons I'm a Terrible Girl

I Think My Hypothalamus is Broken: Tales of the Undiagnosable

What would you call your book, if you were writing one? What do you think I should call my book, that I may or may not write one day, based on blog entries, life experiences, journal writings, and general crazy stories?

ANYWAY.

This week has been, for lack of a better word, hellacious. Not only has it been in the mid-to-high 90's every day (with the heat index being over 100), I had a midterm in cell bio that I was not as prepared for as I would have liked, our condo is still half a disaster, and my mom had to have surgery on her shoulder.

Oh, and our stove burst into flames.

No, I'm not kidding. I wish that I was kidding. Ken and I were cooking dinner on Wednesday evening. Our first home-cooked meal in our new house. Meatballs were in the oven, and a pot of water was on the stove to boil for pasta. Suddenly, Ken stood up because the stove was smoking, and we figured that some residue on the stove was burning. When he lifted up the pot, 8 inches of fire shot out of the burner. It was not optimal.

He stood there, telling me to open a window and asking how to use the fire extinguisher, and since I had learned how to use one my freshman year in chem class (our professor was a volunteer fire fighter and believed we all should know how to use one, so he set fires in trashcans and had us put them out), I grabbed it, said, "This is not the time for reading instructions!" and put out the fire, saving our lives and our cabinets, but not our dinner.

Also, dry chemical fire extinguishers, while extremely good at their intended purpose, are not good if you would like to keep your kitchen clean. Mono-ammonium phosphate covered every flat surface in the kitchen. And the living room. And the dining room area. And halfway down the hall. Luckily, we had closed our master bedroom door and the guest bathroom door, but the office wasn't so lucky. Once we had ascertained that we weren't going to go up in flames, I called our property manager (no answer), called our renter's insurance (no, we aren't filing a claim), and cleaned up as much mess as we could find. By 10:00, we decided that it was "good enough" and went to Ruby Tuesday's to eat and grab a drink because, seriously.

So that was Wednesday. Thursday, I stayed home from work to take my mom to her shoulder surgery (she destroyed her rotator cuff trying to pick up one of the dogs or something) and spent the afternoon studying in the world's most crowded and noisy Panera. My friend Amy met me for lunch, which was nice, and then I went and studied some more in Philly with my classmate, Megan, before our exam. Of course, our professor is one of those that lectures for an hour (on non-exam material) before he gives the exam, so I spent the hour looking over my notes instead of paying attention to what I'm sure was a riveting lecture on microtubules and actin. The exam was... rough. The professor doesn't believe in multiple choice questions, and instead wants us to write short essays on everything. His questions are designed to be more "figure out what I'm asking" and less "show me your knowledge" which is really irritating. I think I did fine, but it was just stressful. On the way home from class, my car's check engine light came on. ::headdesk:: I know that it's probably nothing, and even if it is something, my extended warranty will (most likely) cover whatever it could possibly be. But... seriously, did not need more things to happen this week.

Tonight, I am going to go get my eyebrows waxed (because that always makes me feel better), and then I'm hopefully going to return these clothes that have been hanging out in my car for awhile. I have a feeling that I'm only going to get store credit, but I need some new things anyway, so I guess that's not terrible. At some point, I have to go clean the old apartment (again?) and see what the heck they meant when they said to "repair the carpet". I also need to figure out what I'm wearing to this wedding tomorrow, and also study. And maybe unpack some more things. And try to fix the Comcast, which isn't getting a signal. And I guess eat dinner at some point.

Anyway, this post was kind of silly and pointless, but here are some photos of my kitchen after the fire was extinguished:

Front right burner was the one on fire...
So much mono-ammonium phosphate...

Yikes.

And now I'm off to go attempt productivity and not melting in this goddamn heatwave.

- A


Wonderful Stuff Wednesday: New Music, New Books, and Something Cute

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Well, it's been a week and I've yet to shake the funk that I was in, hence the lack of blogging because really, there's no reason to broadcast that. I hear it all day in my own head and I wish I could turn it off, haha.

The weekend was pretty good, even if I didn't get nearly as much done as I wanted to. We bought a desk. Actually, we bought 2, but not really on purpose. I know, how does one accidentally purchase a desk? Well, we ordered one from Sears online because we hadn't found one that we liked and was in our budget. Then on Saturday we went out to look again because we really wanted a desk now, not in 7-10 business days. Surprise, we found a desk that was less expensive than the one at Sears, and it was able to go home with us that day. Of course, the desk was flat-packed in a box, and we had my car, which can hold a ridiculous amount of stuff thanks to the hatchback and the folding seats. (Seriously, I moved my entire life minus furniture, obviously, to FL in my car. It was impressive.) The desk was ever so slightly too long for the car, so it ended up being shoved up in between the front seats, which led to me not being able to see out of my passenger side window at all. Also, the box was pressing against the glass in the hatch and was making a terrible noise, so I drove the 20 minutes home in complete and utter fear that my hatch would suddenly explode. (Spoiler alert: It did not.) We didn't die on the way home, either, so that was a bonus. Anyway, I called Sears to try and cancel the first desk and they were entirely unhelpful and said that they couldn't cancel the order, so now we have to take this desk back to the local Kmart/Sears when it arrives, which is annoying but... oh well. So yeah, that's how we bought two desks. The end.

Right, so the rest of the weekend was spent running various errands, hanging out with Colleen, and seeing Victoria in a production of "Evita" in Moorestown. And now it's somehow only Wednesday, even though this week has been endless and it feels like it should have been Friday at least twice already.

ANYWAY, on to the Wonderful Stuff!

First up, new music! Lots of albums came out this week, apparently, but the two that made me the most excited were The Blessed Unrest (Sara Bareilles) and Last of the Great Pretenders (Matt Nathanson). Both are available on Spotify, so if you haven't downloaded this free program that lets you listen to tons of albums for free then here is the perfect excuse. Here are the singles released from each of the albums, in case you're interested:




And, because I am obsessed, here are my favorites from the album thus far:

I Choose You

Cassiopeia

Hercules

Anyway, seriously, go listen to these albums. You won't be sorry.

New books are next! Many of you have problem seen this list from Buzzfeed about books that are being made into movies soon. My friend Amy and I decided that we should read them all, and that idea turned into a book club. Our first meeting was this past Sunday and our first book was Reconstructing Amelia by Kimberly McCreight. Hailed as "this year's Gone Girl" wasn't exactly helpful for me, as I am apparently one of the 3 people on the planet who hasn't read that yet. Anyway, the premise seemed decent enough ("A stunning debut novel in which a single mother reconstructs her teenaged daughter's life, sifting through her emails, texts, and social media to piece together the shocking truth about the last days of her life.") and I like a good mystery. 

I don't read a lot of fiction these days, and I'm not sure when the switch occurred. I think so much non-fiction has tainted my ability to "get into" fiction like I used to, though, because if anything is the least bit unbelievable, I start to get disinterested or annoyed.  There were some parts in Reconstucting Amelia that were like that, but my bigger issue with the story was that things were introduced that never fully got resolved and it left me wondering, "Why did the author include that??" We (the book club) decided that we wanted books about at least 2 of the other characters, haha. Our next book is The Spectacular Now, by Tim Tharpe. The premise is apparently:

"SUTTER KEELY. HE’S the guy you want at your party. He’ll get everyone dancing. He’ ll get everyone in your parents’ pool. Okay, so he’s not exactly a shining academic star. He has no plans for college and will probably end up folding men’s shirts for a living. But there are plenty of ladies in town, and with the help of Dean Martin and Seagram’s V.O., life’s pretty fabuloso, actually. Until the morning he wakes up on a random front lawn, and he meets Aimee. Aimee’s clueless. Aimee is a social disaster. Aimee needs help, and it’s up to the Sutterman to show Aimee a splendiferous time and then let her go forth and prosper. But Aimee’s not like other girls, and before long he’s in way over his head. For the first time in his life, he has the power to make a difference in someone else’s life—or ruin it forever."

Of the books on the list, this wasn't one of my "must-reads" because the main character's name is Sutter, and that makes me want to punch someone. Also, the word "splendiferous" is used in the synopsis, and I don't know how I feel about that. Regardless, it's the book that got picked (we're going in the order that the movies are being released) and it's coming from the library soon. Our next meeting is 7/28, so I'll be sure to let you all know how it was. 

Other books that I've read recently/am reading:

The Girls (Lori Lansens)
The Marriage Plot (Jeffrey Eugenides)
Why Have Kids?: A New Mom Explores the Truth About Parenting and Happiness (Jessica Valenti)
The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression (Andrew Solomon)
Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking (Susan Cain)

For those of you who are interested, here is my Goodreads profile link!

And last, but definitely not least, here is a video of kids responding to the "controversial" Cheerios ad with the biracial family. Maybe our country won't be going to hell in a hand-basket after all?


And on that note, I am getting ready to go because today has been rough for a multitude of reasons and I'd like to go home and study (which doesn't sound relaxing, but I swear, it soothes my addled brain).

Enjoy the wonderful stuff, and let me know if there are wonderful things you'd like me to feature next week!

- A


Wonderful Stuff Wednesday: Busy Doesn't Even Begin to Describe It

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Hey, look, a new blog feature! Here's the first post of "Wonderful Stuff Wednesday". Have something wonderful you want me to share? Let me know! Let's get to it.

So admittedly, I don't feel very amusing today because life is making me want to repeatedly slam my head into a brick wall. Instead of moping about on the blog, I thought I'd feature something hysterical written by my friend, Michelle. This is Michelle. She's a doctor!

Hi, Dr. Michelle!
I met her when I was in med school, only I left and she stayed, so now... she's a doctor. ANYWAY, she works as a VERY busy resident, and she is always looking for ways to save time. Today, she clicked on this link thinking, "Just what I need! Make up for busy people." Then she just started laughing because compared to a doctor, this lady in the video just does not even know the meaning of busy. Here is the original video:


Michelle had the following to say about the video. Ever wanted to know what a day in the life of an internal medicine resident is like? Here you go.

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This video makes me laugh. Kinda want to do one for when we are on ICU in season when we are down a team member. Of course, it would be a beauty product nightmare. 

"This is me sobbing quietly while my alarm goes off at 4:30am. There is drool on my pillow. You are sleeping. This is me tossing on wrinkled scrubs that don't smell after a quick shower. You are still sleeping. This is me brushing my hair at stop lights in the car, while sucking down instant coffee. You are still sleeping... Strangely enough, you look like you are already wearing makeup. This is me pre-rounding on sleeping patients. One of them poops when I check for bowel sounds. You are still sleeping. This is me at sign out when you are just waking up and people ask me if I'm on nights because I already look like crap. This is me having seen several patients at 7:30am when you're smiling and skipping about over your breakfast taco. I've previously snarfed down a greasy cafeteria breakfast sandwich on the elevator between floors... I take the sausage off because its healthy that way. O.o This is me being pimped by my attending over random vent equations and the smallest little details of a patient's results. You are poking at ties and laughing with handsome smiling people. I am poking a wire into someone's jugular vein and praying that it's going in the right direction. Someone is likely screaming in the background. I pause to ensure it's not me... Yup, we're safe. This is me listening to my attending ask the patient questions I already asked him... But getting completely different answers. This is also me staring fixedly at his lunch tray, imagining what would happen if I grabbed the sandwich off of it and devoured it while running down the hall to avoid security. You are hula hooping in your office. You are obviously very busy. Later, I feast on hot tray food that is the exact opposite of what I counsel patients to eat dolloped into my Styrofoam takeout container. Yummy salt, fat and cholesterol. You understand me. You are catching up with an old friend, smiling and skipping. You skip an awful lot. I never skip. This is me attempting to keep my eyes open during lecture. When they call for answers, I keep my mouth shut. I could be wrong and look like an idiot. I look around. Everyone else is doing the same. You are hitting a gong and laughing. I am breaking the ribs of a 93 year old with no DNR during a code. You are looking studiously at spreadsheets, while curled up on a comfy looking couch. I am about ready to beat the computer with an IV pole as it has eaten my admit note on a complex patient for the third time. I shift from aching foot to aching foot, because someone thought it a wonderful idea to hang the computers on the wall. You are testing beauty products and nodding your head sagely, while you flip your hair. I am admitting someone for drinking Listerine. As I hit uptodate for info on Listerine (seriously?!?! They have an article for this?!?!) poisoning, I think momentarily that despite drinking an entire bottle of Listerine, he still smells terrible. You are changing your look from day to night and ensuring that your makeup is still in place. I have escaped for two seconds to pee for the first time today. My pager goes off. I look in the mirror as I wash my hands. I look like a homeless person and attempt to smooth down my wayward hair with water from the sink. I go to the ER to admit someone for eating shrimp for a second time this week. They knew they were allergic... But they were on vacation. You are off to see friends looking glamorous. I'm in a late sign out because someone was stupid enough to eat something that they are allergic to and I am suddenly aware that I smell of perspiration and Listerine. You are laughing with friends over drinks. I am finishing notes and scarfing down more cafeteria food because it's easy and free. Chicken sandwich from the grill. Yeah baby! Later I fall into bed. Your house is gorgeous and belongs in a magazine. My house is a disaster and the cat just puked on my growing stack of unopened mail. I am still not wearing makeup. My face has lasted 18 hours. I didn't have to check it once. I'm pretty sure it's still there."

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So there you have it! Now you've (hopefully) been able to laugh instead of reading about my internal chaos, and by the next time I need to blog, the chaos will have resolved itself (unlikely, but one can always hope!) So thank you, Dr. Michelle, for being the source of the first Wonderful Stuff Wednesday!

Have something wonderful you think needs to be shared? Leave me a note!

- A

Excused Absence

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Well.

In the last month, a lot of things happened. Here's a brief recap:

- Went to Florida to hang out with my Dad (who just had his knee replaced)
- Took a biochem exam (82, not bad, hoping it's my lowest grade in the class so he'll curve that one)
- Took a physio exam (74, but that was a B b/c of the curve)
- Taught some piano lessons (kids are adorable and the 8 year old is getting good!)
-  Had dinner with some fabulous friends
- Bought tickets to see Matt Nathanson and Joshua Radin on their tour in November
- Took a photography class to learn how to use my DSLR (whee!)
- Went on a camping-down-the-shore bachelorette party weekend and made s'mores
- Got ringworm on my face from said camping adventure (sexy... this is why we don't go outside)
- Went to a barbeque on Long Island with Ken's family (fun times, but exhausting)

Oh, and we moved into a new condo. That was an adventure. We started prepping the place to paint on Tuesday of last week and spent all day Thursday taping and painting (happy 4th of July to us). Friday, we were at the barbeque, which to be honest, I was less than thrilled about because we had so much to do to prep for the move, but it ended up being really fun and I'm glad that we went. Saturday, we painted all day again and discovered our hatred for painter's tape. Sunday, my friend Jenn came over to help me pack while Ken was at the new place doing trim work and waiting for Comcast/DISH Network.

DISH Network turned out to be a bust because despite the fact that they had told us that we would be able to get a signal, we could not. At least we can get the deposit back, which is good. Unfortunately, we have no TV service right now, which doesn't bother Ken in the least, but is annoying to me. He isn't a big TV watcher, but I definitely enjoy watching stuff at night when I come home, and it's my mindless diversion (Ken's is Xbox, haha). I'm going to see if I can subsist without it because I friggin' hate Comcast, but... I doubt that will happen. We all have our vices...

Anyway, Sunday was a chaotic day of insanity. Here are some photos that I took throughout the process:

Top left: Pile of stuff we've found that was left by the previous tenants. Items include a George Foreman grill, a giant beer stein, disgusting ice cube trays, a gas spring, CLR, lentils, barley, old flooring, and a second fire extinguisher. (Not pictured: Various cleaning supplies, giant wooden rods, umbrella, extra Pergo flooring)

Middle left and bottom left: Jenn is a very specific labeler. (NB - All boxes should include wine.)

Right: "Before" picture of the second bedroom. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO A WALL?



Left: Then there was that time I took the doorknobs off of the doors to paint them... and shut the door, thereby locking us in the bedroom. I climbed out the window to rescue us.

Top middle: Jenn is an expert fish transporter.

Middle: Someone hit my car when we were leaving the old apartment complex. Story to follow.

Bottom middle: It was a hard day to be Luna yesterday. She as terrified by the movers and the car ride and then had to get a bath because she peed all over herself in the carrier. :(

Right: Where is my living room? Oh hey, there's a cat.

At some point on Sunday, my mom (who was at the new condo putting shelf paper on every shelf she could find) and Ken requested sustenance be delivered, so Jenn and I picked up some burgers from Five Guys for them. I knew that I needed to go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond, but after we went to Five Guys, I realized that I had forgotten our coupons (God forbid!) so we went back to the apartment. As I was backing out of the parking spot in our complex, I stopped because my car was REALLY full of crap and I wanted to make sure that no one was coming at 45 miles an hour down the street, as people often feel the need to do, despite the fact that they're in a goddamn parking lot. Of course, at that moment, someone was barreling down the street and slammed right into my right bumper. I got out of my car and this conversation occurred with the gentleman in his mid-fifties (and I use that term loosely) who had hit me.

Him: It's a parking lot. You should watch.
Me: It's a parking lot. Maybe you shouldn't do 45 mph in it.
Him: I wasn't.... it's my birthday.
Me: ... I'm moving tomorrow? What do you want from me, here?

I'm not sure how "it's my birthday" is excuse to do anything after the age of about 10, and I am absolutely certain that traffic laws still apply, regardless of whether it's your natal day or any other day of the year. His crappy SUV had no visible damage, meanwhile, my poor taillight was cracked and my bumper was all scuffed up. I convinced him that we didn't need to file a police report, and he went on his way. What a pain in the ass. At least no one was hurt, but... seriously!? I spent 18 months in this complex, being extremely careful to not get hit, and on the last day I'm living there it happens? Typical.

Sunday night, Ken, Jenn, and I went to Chammp's at 10:00 at night and ordered way too many appetizers and a trio of wee desserts. When they arrived at the table, I said, "Wow, this is the perfect size! I don't even know what I would do with a bigger one!" and we all laughed so hard that we could barely breathe. I don't think I stopped laughing for 5 minutes. By that point in the evening, we were all so punch-drunk that everything was hysterical. Sidenote, the spinach and artichoke dip at Champp's is AMAZING. That night, I managed to find sheets, a blanket, allergy meds, and an extra toothbrush for Jenn so she could stay over, and I was wildly impressed with myself, considering that everything was in randomly created boxes. Somehow, we didn't go to bed until after 1. Poor life choices.

The next day, Jenn brought us coffee on the way back from getting her car inspected, which makes Jenn my hero (once again). The moving experience was the best we've ever had, and I attribute that entirely to Jenn. And also, the fact that we hired movers. Like adults! They arrived at the old apartment at 9:45, and by 12:25, everything was in the new apartment. They brought the truck, used furniture pads, wrapped up our mattress in a giant bag, and we didn't have to move anything heavier than a box. It was magical. In fact, every time one of us picked up a box, one of the movers (there were 3) asked if we needed help. It was really nice, and they made me life SO much better. The whole thing, truck included, cost $395. Worth EVERY penny.

Of course, now there is a giant pile of crap all over the living room. And the bedroom. And the second bedroom. And the closets are all overflowing with nonsense because we had to throw things in them so the movers could, you know, MOVE things. Another fun adventure yesterday was transporting the two cats, which were really not thrilled to be in their carriers at all. They pretty much yowled in the saddest manner possible from the minute they were contained to the minute I let them out in the new condo. Gershwin was way less upset by the entire process, which surprised exactly no one. Luna, on the other hand, peed all over herself in her carrier, and then proceeded to hide under the bathroom sink until I had to give her a bath. She was fairly subdued for the bath, but probably because she had run out of adrenaline from being so stressed out all day. Poor thing is going to get adrenal fatigue. She hid under the bed for awhile after her bath, but she did let me brush her and she came out later in the evening to hang out for a bit and explore the boxes in the living room. I think she's settling in, although she's hiding under the bed a lot. Poor girl.

Last night, I had to go to my night class from 5-8:10, because that is exactly what one does after moving the entire contents of a two-bedroom apartment. I somehow located my notebook and managed to stay awake through three hours of fluid balance physiology. While I was out, Ken organized the bedroom, emptied out the walk-in closet of the 904 bags and miscellaneous boxes that had been unceremoniously tossed in there, and put the sheets on the bed. I picked up a pizza on the way home (we haven't cooked in days... it's depressing!) and we ate and attempted to find things that we needed for the night and this morning. We also installed a curtain rod (and by we, I mean Ken) and hung the curtains (which are supposedly light-blocking, but I am skeptical of their abilities). I attempted to install a tension rod shower caddy for our master bathroom, but apparently, our weirdo shower that has a seat/ledge in it is taller than the average tub height, so the rack didn't fit (sad day). We also went on a 20 minute quest for scissors (eventually successful), as well as an adventure to find my hair stuff (I'm still missing a hairbrush, somehow) and various other things.

Right now, being in our condo makes me anxious because there is just stuff everywhere. As my friend Katie once said when we were on a trip and sharing a bathroom, "There's just shit everywhere! It's like... holy mother of Christ!" (I'm not high maintenance... just... okay, maybe I have a lot of bathroom products. You would too, if you had my hair!) Everywhere I look, there are boxes overflowing with things, bags with nondescript contents, and general chaos. I can't wait to start getting things set up, getting rid of some random things we don't need (best part of moving, in my opinion!) and starting to make it feel like home. I'll be sure to post more pictures as we get things moved in. The paint situation is vastly improved, but we still have some touch-ups to do before I'll be satisfied, haha.

On top of moving/needing to unpack, I have about 800 million things to do, including catch up on my work emails (how do they build up so quickly??), write/retool my personal statement for med school, submit my applications, study for my biochem exam, study for the MCAT, get my hair cut, book our hotels for our honeymoon (40 days!), return stuff to the mall, and IRB stuff for work. So.... I guess I should stop blogging and go do at least some of that stuff, right?

What have you all been up to, out there? Also, any good organization tips?

- A


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