I don't really turn into a baby when I'm sick... I can take care of myself and I believe I have a high tolerance for pain.
But I do become pretty useless.
Like, I didn't take a shower yesterday (I know, I'm totally gross.) Unloading the dishwasher and washing a few dishes made me feel semi-accomplished. Go me (typed with total sarcasm).
I've been coughing for months, I'm used to it. I guess this little cold snap we had bumped my coughing up a notch... had a little fever yesterday, feel like I've got ear infections and it's painful to swallow (basically, it feels like strep without the high fever). Going to the doctor a little later... they'll tell me it's allergies. They ALWAYS tell me it's allergies. Until I find, for the BAJILLIONTH TIME that allergy meds don't work and have to call back to get an antibiotic. This time I'm not leaving without a 'script I think is worthy of my time and money... and (hopefully) a proper diagnosis. I need a Z-Pack or something. And some... other stuff...
Edit: So, after actually watching this video all the way through-
even with the edits, it's super inapropriate. Oops. Gotta love Three Six.
I'm obsessed with bright color. I'm also afraid of it. I'm more likely to buy major items in neutral colors... and smaller accessories in brighter colors. And I do it because I'm fickle and I know I won't want to look at the same bright things (decorative things, not furniture) for more than two or three years. Like, once my bedroom was a plum color... and now I stay away from purples completely. My duvet cover is cream now- about as Plain Jane as you can get- but I'm able to stand it because I switch which quilts I put over it, throw pillows, etc.
BUT GOODNESS GRACIOUS, I WANT TO BUY A TURQUOISE DRESSER. OR A GIANT BRIGHTLY COLORED PIECE OF ART -without worrying that I'm spending tons o' cash on something I won't love forever.
I hoping that I can quench my thirst for color by buying things on the cheap (Goodwill, etc) or even take existing furniture and start painting. Then I'll know I can always change the paint color if I want. End of story.
I don't necessarily like exactly how each of these rooms are set up, but every one of them has something that pops. Posting them here is my way of taking notes...
That ceiling! Ah! Love.
I could deal with less paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling, but I would like to mention that
Bill gave me the okay to make paper pom-poms and hang them from the ceiling. Heh. We'll see.
I like the little desk at the foot of the bed. It's hard to find non-tacky (to me... to each their own)
permanent work areas in small apartments. Also, RIP, Liz.
*while searching for a song to include in this post... I thought it would be hilarious to use "Colors of the Wind" from Pochahontus (sp?) or "Colors" by Ice-T. But then I thought maybe I'd use "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" from Glee... and couldn't figure out how to turn ANY of them off (because I'm pretty computer dumb, y'all)... so I just listened to all three songs simultaneously. It was amazing. ...gotta' go watch Mildred Pierce now.
We finished moving a lot of stuff out of Bill's apartment and into storage today (well, he moved stuff while I wrapped things in newspaper and cleaned a few things). It's pretty gloomy in Fort Worth today and I love it. It's supposed to rain on Tuesday and Wednesday, too (though I'm not getting my hopes up because of this darn Texas weather)... that would make me a happy girl.
Friday we celebrated my friend Jackie's birthday. Yesterday we got to hang out at my bff, Allison's new house. Agh, I want to steal.it. It's a perfect first home for her and her boyfriend and has so much potential. Everything looks pretty vintage right now (which I adore), but they have plans to knock down some walls, spruce it up with some paint and new furniture and make it their own. SO happy for them both. And excited to attend many get-togethers in the future.
After being at Al and Justin's... Bill and I caught a major case of House Fever. (My baby fever has kind of worn off- which is good, because I would definitely prefer a house to come before any future offspring. Also, apartment living with 3 animals in our teeny space has cured puppy fever. So- house fever is making me the sickest these days.)
We talked about it a little yesterday at Ozzy Rabbit's and we think we'll be ready to purchase a home in the next two years. I made a lot of financial mistakes in my late teens/early twenties and have s-loads of debt. Not to mention student loans, medical bills and the fact that I basically live paycheck to paycheck at this point. It's a drag. Sooo... I have a lot of work to do in the next couple of years to prepare myself for home ownership. I'd also like to find a job that I can stand to be at 40 hours a week and finish up school quickly... but that's another story. Lots of changes to make.
Enough singing the blues... Bill and I also decided yesterday that we're going to try to take a long weekend after Thanksgiving and go to New York to visit some of his friends- and hopefully some of mine, too. I'm pretty effin' excited, as I haven't been to NYC since I was 10- and I mean... I was there to perform and barely remember seeing the sights.
We're also going to PUERTO RICO (!!!) at the end of May. Bill's parents live there- we'll be staying with them and partying it up for a week. SO very excited. I'll be spending my 28th birthday there... and it's also Bill's Dad's on the 21st. I'm ready to snorkel and see the rain forest and lay on the beach and drink some Gasolina.
BOO for tomorrow being Monday. YAY for the fact that after this week Bill will be totally out of his apartment and totally in to mine.
Today my iPod shuffled to "Wagon Wheel" and I thought about Ryan, a friend who passed away almost 4 years ago. That song will forever remind me of him and his handsome face and big personality. I think about him and his family and loved ones often, and how he left too soon... especially when OCMS or a handful of other songs play. I miss him.
"John Wayne Gacy, Jr." :)
You are loved and missed by many. Every day.
(Oh, and this song reminds me of him, too. Not because he adored it or anything, but because when I listened to it, he made fun of me and sang "ooh, ooh, ooh, my crotch is on fire" over and over. You're still making me laugh.)
Late night last night. Need coffee. Ready to get my Saturday started with some Rilo Kiley. I believe I'll be doing some karaoke-ing later, gotta' warm up the ol' vocal chords. (And also clean the apartment. But that's less fun.)
Boo Radley is the oldest. He's about 6. I got him when I was living at the BRH, while I still had Lizzy, my toy poodle. He was raised around all dogs- and sometimes he still acts like a dog (which I love, because I'm not a cat person- I just love MY cats... and all kittens, how can you not like kittens?). He didn't become very needy or touchy feely until I got Sophers- now he's a cuddle bunny/attention whore. He is the King of the Castle.
Sophie Scout is my little darlin'. She's 2. She's a Dorkiepoo. She weighs 5lbs and the cats together probably weigh 9,000lbs (Boo weighs 16lbs)- so the cats win if they get into a rumble. I got her during a very hard time- my toy poodle, Elizabeth Anne, was 13 and had to be put to sleep. Sophie is HAPPY. All.of.the.time. She loves everyone. She loves her big brother Boo even if he thinks she's totally annoying. She loves to pull all of her toys out of the toy basket, scatter them around and then not play with any of them. She has to be by my side 95% of the time.
Noam Funyuns Assange is the baby. He's 7-8ish months old. He was one of two kittens that I took in after the crazy cat lady next door moved out and left one of her pregnant cats behind. What a c-word. He lived with me for about a week... then moved to Bill's apartment... and moved back in with US yesterday. We're still getting to know each other.
(Both of our cats prefer Bill, which is fine with me. They love on me sometimes- and Sophie gives me enough love for 12 lifetimes. I am a dork. And also kind of a loser, crazy pet lady. But, whatevs. I embrace it.)
(Slightly creepy picture of me and my dog.)
Well, there ya' have it. The Parsons-Alvarez House of Pets. And I want another. (I know you think I'm nuts, but hear me out.) I want to get Sophie a BFF (or it could backfire and they could hate each other- we'd work through it.) I really really want a French Bulldog, but I can't bring myself to spend that much money on a puppy when there are so many sweet pups in shelters that need forever homes. (Maybe I'll look up French Bulldog Rescue sites and get an older dog.) I plan on searching for a new canine around October-ish, after we've moved to a bigger place. Or maybe not. We'll see. I should probably focus on the fact that I'll probably be having HUMAN babies in the years to come... and maybe just stick with our 3 amigos.
(I have a life. I swear.)
While I'm mourning the loss of my iTunes (maybe I'll get them back, who knows)... here are a couple of songs for me you.
Bird On a Wire (blog name inspiration, obvs) and Two Headed Boy Pt. 2. Love love love. Have a happy Friday!
Oh, and in honor of Big Love ending (and the fact that I can't find this version of this song anywhere else... here's a little clip), God Only Knows. When they played this at the end, I ugly cried. Hard.
Bill moved in today!!! (He still has some work to do on his apartment- cleaning and all that jazz, but he's pretty much all moved in here.)
In other news... my laptop crashed. I'm hoping one of my friends can recover files from my hard drive- but I may have lost TONS of music (which kind of makes me want to off myself) and pictures... and also, I don't have a personal computer. Thank goodness Bill has a desktop and a netbook, otherwise I'd be in serious mourning.
I'm in lust with this bookshelf. Since I doubt we'll find an apartment with built-ins (and even then, ones we'd be allowed to paint), I see a project in my future... lots o' painting and hunting for knick knacks.
I adore the green. I can imagine all of our books, souveniers, shadow boxes and picture frames placed lovingly on the shelves. Ahh, c'est l'amour, bookshelf. www.apartmenttherapy.com
Lately I'm a bit obsessed with ampersands. And always with birds. If you watch Portlandia- I am totally 'THAT girl' they're making fun of with "PUT A BIRD ON IT!"
I decided to go ahead and start a blog as a place to post all of the pictures I've collected that inspire me (mainly decor, but some randoms... and I'm sure I'll post some personal pics and a video or 20).
I'd also like to document a very special time in my life... my love moves in this weekend- we're very excited. We'll in my teeeeeny tiny one bedroom apartment until September '11 (when my dumb lease is up). Slowly trying to furnish (and find) a bigger place in DFW, TX. AND we figure if we don't rip each other's heads off in this small space- it'll be smooth sailing from there. ;) Also- it's a zoo around here with our dog and two cats... but we love them all dearly.
A little about me: I'm Emily. I'll be 28 in May. I've lived in the DFW area all my life but have been lucky enough to have traveled to other amazing places- my favorite, Italy and I have a deep love for Austin, TX. I have a sweet, smart, hilarious boyfriend, Bill. I have a great Mom, amazing Grandparents and 3 siblings- Josh (21), Ryan (19) and Katie (14). I also have a second family- my tightly knit group of friends... I think we're pretty awesome. If money wasn't an issue- I'd travel. Everywhere. I sing. I like Wes Anderson films. And sushi. And a lot of other stuff and things that I'm sure will come up eventually...
Ryan, Katie, me and Josh
Bill & I headed to the Dallas Zombie Walk '10
My ladies- Steph, Al, Hil, me, Ash and Baby Charlotte
