Date Archives March 2011

I used to have a headboard…

New bed! So tall and puffy, it may no longer be physically possible for the dog to climb in and put his butt on my pillow, which is his favorite thing to do when I’m out and about and he can’t put his ass directly in my face. However, it may not be physically possible for me to get in, either.

Boingy, boingy, boingy!

Jason starts his new job tomorrow, which means that we’re back to living in separate apartments during the week until we get into a place together that’s closer to his work. It’s completely sappy and ridiculous but he has been here nearly every day and night save one or two since I was fired and I am afraid I’ll be a bit lost without him here. I’m so proud of him, and happy that he’ll be doing something he enjoys, but this in-between time has potential to be lonely unless I keep my hands busy, so I expect that I’ll be doing a lot more crafting and writing and other projects to stay occupied (in addition to looking for work, of course).

We went and looked at houses to rent this weekend and found one we loved–our application is first in line there so our chances of getting it are pretty good. We saw another where we initially got an application but as we discussed it, it wouldn’t be right for us, and saw a third that we didn’t even bother to get an application for–it was just as expensive at maybe a quarter of the size of the one we love in a crummier neighborhood. As it will just be the two of us, we don’t necessarily need a huge space, and if a home was smaller and very well-kept or smaller and at least better-priced, I could be quite content there, but if I can have a home with a huge front deck where I can look at mountains AND a large garage in which I can do monster makeup and play with power tools AND a big kitchen AND an assload of storage AND the owner takes care of lawn maintenance for the same price as a home with a falling-down fence and plastic roof above the patio next to a bunch of houses with an abundance of stupid crap in the yard and “beware of guard dog” signs, I’m going to take the former every time. We saw another on craigslist that looks lovely, so if we don’t get this first one, we won’t be devastated. There’s plenty of time!

The new bed arrives on Wednesday, and the salesperson actually told us to jump on it a little to break in the springs, and that it will be a while until the bed is as comfortable as the one in the showroom because it hasn’t had a metric ton of asses on it already. The old bed seems to know its time is limited, and it’s grown ever more determined to draw blood as at least three new springs have emerged over the course of the weekend. I may elect to sleep on the couch until Wednesday, just in case it achieves full sentience and attempts to eat me alive before the delivery people cart it off to its destruction.

Tomorrow, I’m going to do some more sanding on my desk and maybe post a real entry about the non-domestic sorts of things I did this weekend. MAYBE EVEN WITH PICTURES. Maybe.

I demand that everything conforms to my ass.

We spent today looking for a new bed as my vintage 2004 Ikea is starting to pop springs and frankly no one wants a spring up their ass while they try to sleep. I have been sleeping like shit lately, tossing and turning because the bed makes my whole body ache, trying to find a position that’s slightly comfortable for a short while, and an hour later, I’m up and flipping around again.

Our new bed journey started at Sleep Number, to figure out what we were looking for in terms of firmness level–we’re a 35 and a 45, respectively, so we both want something more on the plush side. The Sleep Number guy really tried to get us to take the plunge today, but we wanted to go try some other beds and see how we liked them. This decision would be much easier if we were allowed to determine maximum comfort levels by taking off our pants, but as it turns out, that’s something that’s frowned upon in most retail establishments.

After flipping in and out of about fifty beds, we found one at Sleep Country that was just about perfect. I ended up laying half on the bed and half on Jason and moaned “Oh god, I’m so comfortable, I think I’m gonna drool.”

“You just go ahead and drool, baby.”