Step It Up

I was soooo productive yesterday! Seriously. Here's what I did:
-worked out
-went to Target
-went to Whole Foods
-vacuumed
-rearranged some things in my apartment (makes it fit so much better!)
-cleaned the kitchen and bathroom
-laundry
-wrote 2 reports
-wrote 4 sets of goals

Whew! Because of my productivity, I decided that today was my day to relax and do what I want. I thought I would go to a movie, but I really don't feel like leaving my house at this time so I may just watch a movie on my couch! Anyway, this morning after I went to the gym, I thought that I should probably take some pictures of my neighborhood. It's a super cute neighborhood, with tons of row houses and trees and restaurants. Even though it's adorable, I wasn't really into anything I was seeing.

Then I found this:

Most of the row houses have steps leading up to them. LP likes the houses with the steps because he says you can sit outside on them and watch people. Anyway, when I saw these steps, I thought about how there are so many different kinds of steps on these houses. Wrought iron, concrete, wood, whatever. I thought I'd start taking pictures of some of the different kinds of steps, just so I can see how they vary. So, enjoy!

The slanty-ramp-steps on this one are definitely unique. I haven't seen a ramp before!

Three steps- now, what is the point of these?

Scary movies and Hannah Montana

So there are 2 things I have to talk about today. The first, is scary movies. I absolutely LOVE scary movies. Any of them- cheesy, scary, gory, silly- I will watch them. I can predict almost every scary movie and deep down, I realize how dumb most (or all) of them are. The thing is, I get scared during at least one scene in every "horror" movie. Even when I know what will happen, even when I recognize how stupid and asinine the plot is, I will jump or scream or my heart will beat super fast and I get skittish. It's so stupid, I know, but I still do it anyway. Now, the thing is, you'd think I would decide to not do this to myself. Do I? Nuh-uh. I'm sitting here right now watching a "horror" movie (which I can already predict the ending of) and scaring the poo out of myself. I've already jumped once and have now taken to typing to distract myself from the scariness of it. You see, horror movie writers and directors have really got my number. Then know how to 'reel' me in (ha! get that pun!!) with their previews and plots and my love of being scared. That's the biggest draw for me, I think. I believe that above all of this, I actually semi-enjoy being scared. It's weird because I actually AM frightened even though I am positive that none of this would happen to me, but I guess I like it.....? How weird and twisted is that? So, I'm blogging tonight, courtesy of The Strangers. And yes, I do think this movie is kind of dumb because who would stay in the country in the middle of the night after some weird chick came to your door? And why wouldn't you have already called the cops when that happened?

My next thought for the day is brought to you courtesy of the DVD release of Hannah Montana. I've expressed this thought to many children, parents and teachers because I feel it's very important. The concept of Hannah Montana has the possibility of making our children think that everyone is extremely stupid. So the concept is this brown-haired, slightly unpopular girl dons a blonde wig at night and performs 'awesome' music and NOBODY knows it's the unpopular girl from school. BECAUSE SHE PUTS ON A WIG!!!!! I mean, the concept is just absolutely ridiculous. I could see maybe one or two time not recognizing someone with a wig on, but the "cool" girls at school go to her concert (and I believe even meet her backstage) don't recognize her. Ever. I'm sorry, but that's not even realistic in any way and it leads our children to believe that people are dumb and you can just fool anyone you want with a wig. It makes no sense. And so, you people that have (or will have, shout to Kristen-don't let Caroline watch this!!!!) please either let your kids know that people are smart enough to recognize someone in a wig and this show makes no sense, or don't let them watch it. I opt for the second choice, but that's because I've actually sat through an episode of the show and Miley Cyrus over acts everytime she's on screen and it annoys me. But hey, I get that your kids may want to be "cool" and watch her, so whatever floats their little boats.

That is all of my deep thoughts for the day. I know, I know, I'm so profound that it's amazing I don't work with an older population.

Warning! This place is TINY!!!!

I thought I'd give you a preview of my new place. Let me tell you a few things about it first though. For starters, it's a whopping 472 square feet. That's about a hundred and fifty square feet LESS than my previous place. Yikes. Second, it's tiny. I think that should do it before I take you all on the tour. Here, is the front door.


It's a beautiful puke green color, mixed with a shade of moss. I kid, it's actually a lot better looking in person than in this picture, but still a very interesting color to pick for a front door.

When you step in, you see the 'living area'....


and by 'living area' I mean living room and bedroom all wrapped up in one. This front part is the "living room" and that back part by the window is the "bedroom" (if that's what you'd like to call it).

Now to your left, you'll see the kitchen......

...and if you step in further, you'll be in the kitchen.

That's right kids, it's half a counter, a mini stove, a mini sink, a mini dishwasher, a mini fridge and about 2 cabinets. Wowzah, that's tiny for someone like me who has like 16 million kitchen items. I didn't get a picture of the closet/bathroom, but we'll save that for the after pics.

Thanks for visiting me today! I'd invite you all in, but there's absolutely no room for anyone else.

New day, new job

Started the new j-o-b today and let me tell you that I think I'm going to really really love it! First off, I started at 10:30. Um, what?!?!?! That's crazy compared to old school job where I had to get up at 5 to make it to school by 6:30 to plan for the day. So, awesome check number one. Then, my boss bought me coffee. Awesome check number 2. Then, I see a kid, which is great. The "office" has mats, swings, balls, a BALL PIT and tons of toys. So, I just play. Awesome check number 3. When I'm not seeing kids, I don't have to do anything. No paperwork, no plans, no nothing. I either see kids or I'm free to do what I want with no guilt or obligations to do something else. Awesome check number 4. I can pick up evals or write goals for extra money if I want (which I do right now!!) but I don't have to. Awesome check number 5. I can plan my own schedule. Awesome check number 6. All of it seems to be adding up to a really really great job! The downfall is that when I don't have enough kids (like right now) I'm not making any money. That is not awesome. But overall, I think it's gonna be a super great job and I'm so excited about it!!! Hooray!

Moving was....interesting?

Moving in to my new apartment has been quite an interesting ordeal. The movers called to let me know that they would be here on Thursday. Awesome. I head down to talk to the front desk man and he informed me that I would probably need permits for the movers to park their large van on the street. Great. I head off to the police station where I'm told that for the permits to be enforced, you have to give 72 hours notice. It was Tuesday (meaning only 48 hours until the movers arrived). Sigh. Fortunately, Officer Awesome gave me permits anyway, but made sure to tell me that they would not technically be enforced. Whatever, I don't care, give me the permits!!!! So the movers get here Thursday. I walk down, make sure they have everything, secure the elevator, yada yada yada and head back upstairs. About 5 minutes later, a man comes and raps on my door (which was open, so was completely pointless). He then proceeds to tell me about how rude my movers are and how they yanked his friends' bike around and he tried to tell them to stop and blah blah blah and then they all got into a screaming cussing fight. In the street. I stood there, mouth probably hanging open and just kept saying "I'm sorry?" like it was a question. He then launches into the story all over again and tells me that I need to talk to the moving company and hopefully there's no damage to the bike and again, I say "I'm sorry?" I mean, what do you say to someone who is reaming you out for something that you really have no control over? Hello! I'm MOVING IN. I just want my stuff, so what should I do? Run down there and scream at the people in complete control of my furniture? It was a lovely start to the move. OH, and how did he even know what floor the movers were going to? The whole thing mortified and pissed me off at the same time. I hate confrontation, but at the same time, it wasn't my fault! So, move continues. Then, long pause and a mover comes up to inform me that the freight elevator has broken and they will only be able to use the smaller elevator that does not run independently so it will now take longer. 4 hours later.........they finally bring up the last thing. My TV. Before the move, the company decided to have a third party crate the TV to prevent damage. Well, when the movers get the TV up to the new place, they tell me that since they didn't pack it, they can't unpack it. And it's sitting there in a huge wooden crate, boarded up and nailed shut. By that time, I'm over it all and I tell them that I'll just find my screwdriver and take it apart because the cable guy is coming in an hour. They kind of look at each other, like, yeah kid, sure you will, and one of the guys tells me that if I don't tell anyone, he'll do it all for me. Of course, my answer is PLEASE!!!!! Needless to say, it was a long day.

On another note, the front desk guy at night is possibly the most awesome dude ever. He's old, half deaf and his name is Wiggins. I love him.