Time of our lives...

Well, what an interesting time Irish and I have had being married. The whole marriage thing is great, we get to hang out all the time and I live with the cleanest roomate I've ever had, and he's sweet and nice and thinks of me first. Really...can it get any better? I think not. But our apartment...that's another story. I'm sure by now that the management hates us, but I can't help that all these things keep happening. It all started when we moved in. It was dirty, I mean gross dirty, there was pee on the lid of the toilet (who does that by the way), there were wood chunks in the floor and it was just gross. At 1 in the morning the first night out you could find me scrubbing the tub. Eewww. All in all, six hours of cleaning later, the apartment was livable. Then, the carpets had to be washed, which was nice. After that the toilet over flooded, I mean we're talking two to three inches of toilet water on the bathroom floor. Good thing it was only #1... Poor Irish, I hear the toilet flush and then three minutes later when I go to figure out what happened to him, I'm on the floor laughing because he is stuck on the rim of the tub surrounded by toilet water...gross. And, it was the weekend, so we had to wait a couple of days for it to be officially fixed. Then, there was a mold problem, which creeps me out and made me sick, which they scrubbed off with X-14. I could have done that and not waited four deays. They fixed, a broken towel rung, which was never properly fixed to the wall and now lives on the floor behind the door. They also switched the air conditioning to heat for the winter and so our apartment is now at least 85 degrees at all times, at least we have windows, which remain in a state of perpetual openness. And now an entire wall in the kitchen no longer has power. Which is a big deal when there are only 8 outlets in the entire apartment. Hooray for over priced small apartments. Poor Irish is so angry and frustrated, and I just keep telling him, this is the time of our lives, who cares? We have eachother. Poor guy.... I mean it's not that bad, frustrating at times but not that bad.

Childhood

My first memory ever is of my siblings and me going outside to the driveway and hanging up a sign that said "Welcome Home Kaitlin and Mom". My sister had been born and she was coming home from the hospital soon. I remember sitting on the driveway waiting for what seemed like forever, even though it was probably just a few minutes because I thought they were going to drive up any minute. It's interesting how we remember things. I don't see my little 3 year old self, I see through my eyes, watching my siblings hanging the sign and my little feet and legs out in front of me while I sat and waited (it's hard to imagine I'm that small again).... In in a geneology class, which is a little boring, they keep stressing the idea of keeping a journal "for my posterity". Honestly. Are they going to care? And they want us to write personal histories, "soon you won't remember". I'm 21. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to forget huge life memories anytime soon. But maybe it is important. Then my grandchildren can read my autobiography and say "Pluto used to be a planet? Wow, you guys were dumb." And I'll tell them that some dumb ole scientist one day decided that Pluto just wasn't a planet. How dumb is that? And they'll agree. But, you can't just decide one day that a planet just isn't a planet. I hate science. (And in further detail, I hate Sir Issac Newton. Mostly because of the whole calculus thing...)

But we were so dumb as kids, and I am so glad I never jumped on the Hansen or Spice Girls bandwagon...

What a week!

What a week this has been! Although nothing too too (yes I meant to put two toos...hee hee hee) exciting, I feel like I've just been going and going, a little like the energizer bunny, but better looking and not so pink. But poor Irish, he's been studying too! He takes the GRE in a week and he's freaking out just a bit. Mostly because he's afraid he'll choke and not have a future and not be able to take care of the family, which is rediculous cause there's some school out there that'll take him I'm sure, even if he only get's a 5. (if that's even possible.) But he's wants to go for clinical psychology, from which I understand from him is hard to get into.... But that's been our week. We are now officially scuba certified, which is way more exciting now that I recieved my official plastic card that tells me I'm official. It's all very exciting. I carry it around in my wallet so that in case something happens and the police find my wallet, at least they know I was scuba certified. I tend to think morbid thoughts like that. It keeps things alive in my head, even though I now refuse to shower when Irish is not home and therefore will wait hours until he gets home from work at night until I will even get close to the shower. I'm just afraid of a whole Psycho episode maybe happening, even though that movie does not scare me and never has....

But, I gotta give props to ABC, they keep my nights exciting and fun and not lonely, for both Ugly Betty (which is fantastic-gotta love old disney channel stars) and Grey's Anatomy (which is similarly just as fantastic. Mostly I started watching it for the sole purpose of maybe hearing Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars, which is also fantastic-the Grey's Anatomy cut-which is even more fantastic. I had to see what it was all about and therefore got the first half of the first season, and watched it all in a night... ya gotta love TV).

Seymore is offically no longer an office mate (mostly because she dosen't come in during daylight hours to avoid a certain dumb boy who makes things awkward.) But we have found time to still hang out, and will very soon be playing raquetball together, maybe even next week. Which should be exciting because I heard that if your don't wear goggles while playing, and the ball hits your eye, it is just the right size and squishyness to suck your eye out...urban legend or not? Until then, hello Seymore, update your blog.