i dream of pigs

So far since we've lived here, I've seen a scary scorpion, two tiny scorpions, a spider the size of my hand, one just as big that ran away in the front yard, a little spider and a bug that I have no idea what it was. Everyone we've met here has told us about the types of bugs and animals that we're going to see. When we first came to the design center meeting, the man in charge of the wiring was telling us about scorpions, snakes, spiders and javalinas. I didn't hear the rest of what he was saying because right away I spaced out and started playing The Pixies' "Havalina" in my head. Someone else also told us about javalinas but I can't remember who that was.
Two nights ago there was a noise in our backyard. It was some bird but Rodrigo was telling me that it was a wild pig that had gotten into the yard. We were just laughing and left it at that. Yesterday when he came home, he told me that his boss was telling him and another new guy about the desert animals and he also mentioned javalinas. What, is there like pigs running wild all over the place? So, on and off for days I've had that Pixies song stuck in my head which keeps me thinking of pigs. Last night I was dreaming that I was looking for a bug that I'd seen. When I think of bugs I get heebie jeebies like if something is crawling on me. Well, I was feeling that behind my neck and brushed it off. Only I felt breathing on my hand and turned around to see a wild pig breathing on my neck. Then I woke up. Angry. Angry at the stupid pig, at all the people who've been telling me about pigs and at myself for making fun of the fact that there are pigs around here. Seriously, if I really see one now I don't know whether I'll freak out or laugh.

feeling: loving this breeze
listening to: The Muse (Time is Running Out)

moved

We've moved to Tucson and are trying to get everything settled. It's hot. Kill me now.





Everyone around here has been telling us about how unusually cool it's been lately because of rain. Really?


feeling: sweaty
watching: Project Runway

moving

Thank you all for the birthday wishes yesterday. Even though I was in a crummy mood, I really appreciate them.

I'm moving in a few hours and won't be posting for at least a few days. We won't have internet service until Saturday. I'll post pictures soon.

Good bye Texas. Hello Arizona. . . . . .


feeling: excited
listening to: Pixies (Alec Eiffel)

In mourning

I'm dressed in black. No sun is shining, no birds are singing and today, I turn 30. Suck.



feeling: depressed
listening to: nothing

world cup final

After England lost against Portugal in the World Cup, it pretty much sucked for me. Still, I watched. I wasn't overly excited about the final being France vs. Italy. I was rooting for France because I thought the Italian team had played pretty dirty. I really hated how they played in the match against Australia. I wanted nothing more than to see them lose. All because of what I considered bad sportsmanship. So, here we're watching the match in overtime and we see that headbutt Zidane (French player) gave Materazzi (Italian player). What? Talk about playing dirty! Rodrigo and I were shocked! Here is a guy that is really admired, a veteran player, the captain of his team playing in his last game for the national team and he just turns around at a time when the ball was no where near them and just slams into this guy's chest with his head sending the guy falling backwards. He's then ejected from the game, could not kick in the penalties and doesn't join his team to receive a second place medal. It just seems really odd and didn't make sense.
Since it is clear that they were arguing right before the incident, we were wondering what Materazzi actually said that earned him being knocked over. I was having a blast speaking in the most sterotypical Italian accent and coming up with various things he might've said. . .
"Hey-a baldy, would you like-a some-a freedom fries"
"Hey-a baldy, let's-a see your-a best bull impression"
. . . and countless "your momma" ones. I was cracking myself up. Yikes, only now that I see this, it sounds racist. Oops, I didn't mean it that way, but that's what I was doing. :P

feeling: like a huge dork
watching: World Cup highlights

ex-crafty yvett

I used to be crafty. Not like sly or cunning, but you know, crafty. I used to enjoy making things. During holidays or birthdays it was a given that friends and co-workers would be receiving something handmade from me. I especially liked making gift baskets and so my family members (ok, just my mom) would also get me to make baskets for them to give out. After Alec was born all that went out the window.
Still, I have a lot of craft junk that I saved. Now I'm packing and finally getting around to get rid of things. I know we've moved before, but last time my dad and brother helped us move and I didn't mind having them haul boxes around for me. Now that we're getting actual movers, I'm embarrassed to have them move so much junk. I'd hate to have them think I'm a packrat and be cursing me under their breath. I know it should be the other way around, but. . . .
So, I've decided to limit all my craft material to one large plastic box. A lot of what I've kept is ribbon. I had no idea how much ribbon I had. I kept my glue guns, of course and just lots of other little knickknacks. I don't sew, so I don't have lots of cloth. I donated lots of yarn and other things to a local charity and I feel good for doing a good thing and for getting rid of things. Ahh...
There was a time when I couldn't have imagined just having one box of craft material but for now, it seems to work.

feeling: I hate my packratting ways
listening to: Weezer (Beverly Hills)

packing

I hope everyone's 4th of July holiday went well. Here it was pretty uneventful. We're in the middle of packing and getting things ready for the move. You know how that goes.
Last Friday we had an amazing day! Rodrigo and I had our appointment with the design center for our new house. We were total kids in a candy store! It was soooooo much fun being able to pick out everything just the way we like it. Here is a list of things we were able to chose. . .

- cabinets: length, wood and finish
- tile (areas of the house we wanted tiled and of course the tile itself)
- carpet (along with the padding)
- kitchen countertops, edging and backsplash
- sink and faucets for kitchen
- sink and faucets for bathrooms
- shower door
- shower wall
- lighting fixtures (style and color)
- doorknobs (style and color)
- paint color
- light switches
- appliances
- staircase stain
- railing or pony wall in loft
- grout (yes, we picked our grout)
- window treatments and ceiling fans (which we've decided to hold off on and coordinate later)

I feel like I'm missing something, but you get the idea. There are things that I'd never thought about like carpet pads and the color of grout and was pretty amazed at all the choices. Luckily, Rodrigo and I have very similar tastes and we both feel very happy with the choices we made. We were carrying around a cabinet door to match with carpet samples, tile, etc. I cannot express just how much fun it was. I was shocked at how many choices they had of everything. Our coordinator was amazingly sweet and helpful. I soooooo want that job.
That day we also went to our wiring place. Rodrigo was in dork heaven here. So, we set up for structured wiring and all the various techy things that he absolutely needs.
In addition to those meetings, we also met with our realtor and our lender. The next day we went to look at the rental we'll be in for six months and got some of that paper work out of the way. We've set up for utilities and are still trying to keep up with all the paper work that comes along with selling a house, moving to a different state, starting a new job, renting a house, going to a new school, and buying a new home.
There are so many things to do but we are very excited. These are going to be the longest six months of my life. . . . .

feeling: excited
listening to: Blue October (Hate Me) <-- I hate this song today, I'll hate this song tomorrow. :P