These back-to-back hurricanes are starting to scare me.
What is going on? Can 3 million people possibly evacuate a state in half a day? And where are these 3 million people supposed to fit, anyway? (Florida, there's room on my floor if anyone needs it. You have to deal with Stella sleeping on your face, though.)
Oh, and by the way,
1,500 people died in Haiti as a result of Hurricane Jeanne this week.
I always find it interesting how news stories can work in a fact like this completely nonchalantly and then just move on to the next topic. No biggie. 1,500 people dead, 900 missing, 300,000 homeless, 5 feet of water flooding the island. But hey, back to more important matters in the U.S.
In related-but-happier Jeanne news, Brad's mama celebrated her birthday this week. Her name is Jeanne also, but she's known as Mama Jama or MJ in our house. We love you MJ, hope you had a great weekend!
So, what is the difference between the word GRAY and the word GREY exactly? Is "grey" the acceptable spelling for the color, and "Gray" just a last name? Well, phooey. I think I might have answered my own question.
We've lived in our new apartment for a month now, officially. We still haven't completely unpacked, a problem I've been slowly, slowly, slowly trying to remedy. Part of the problem is that way back when we thought we were moving into a one bedroom, we had a garage sale and got rid of lots of stuff. Now that we ended up with two bedrooms, I want some of that stuff back.
You know how you can tell if someone has made the full transition from "kid pretending to be an adult by driving a car and racking up credit card debt and staying out til the lights in the bar tell them to go home" to "fully responsible adult"? Their bed. More specifically, the bedframe, or lack thereof. Does this person own a mattress, a box spring, a bed frame, more than one sheet set, and a down comforter? If the answer is ALL OF THE ABOVE, this person is an Adult. If the answer is "Does three out of five count?", this person is Not Quite An Adult Yet.
Brad and I have three out of five. Frack.
One of the more challenging aspects of moving in with someone is the consolidation of stuff as well as decorating style. I would define my decorating style as "Eclectic Packrat with Questionable Spraypaint Addiction", and Brad could be summed up as "Blank walls are good, mm-hmmm". Thus, it's hard to meet in the middle. Deep in my heart, I have a dream where I am Martha Stewart and I have Cute Stuff. However, that isn't happening anytime soon, because of things like grocery shopping and bills and internships, etc. I know that
someday it will all look cute, I just have to resign myself to that someday not being RIGHT NOW, damn it.
Needless to say, I haven't been that excited about unpacking and "decorating" our new apartment. Until the other day. I suddenly decided: you know what? If I can't have all the cute stuff I want, I might as well put everything I own up on the walls, wherever I feel like. So I walked aroung the house with a hammer, randomly hammering nails into the walls, hanging old tapestries and random lamps in spots I wouldn't have considered before.
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple.
And when I am 27, I shall have a office with purple beads hanging in front of the door, as well as a pink japanese latern in the corner, a blue lave lamp, a bamboo curtain on the window, and a tapestry from Old Mexico on the wall.
Also,
Miranda's a lesbian! Holy crap, now THAT is news, people!
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