.:: Fire The Housewife ::.

I will make note right now that I will never, EVER be a housewife.  That being said, these past few days I have been a housewife (in some sense) and it has been the worst two days of my life.  Granted, it could have been made better had the first day I was here alone I had some sort of contact with the outside world on something other than my ipod.  It would probably be better if I could use my cell phone for more than 30 seconds without the battery dying and needing to be plugged in.  It would probably be better if I had the capabilities to apply for jobs so I can end this housewifery.  But that didn’t exactly happen.

Until today the computer situation here has been dismal, my laptop refused to connect to the internet, the computer I was supposed to have already set up and ready to go was not even close to that (working on it for 2 days has now got it in running order, but I still have no word processor so I cannot write a resume on it.)

As you might recall I did not spend my last summer here in Seattle living it up and learning about the area in which the boyfriend moved.  I think I now understand why he wasn’t a little more helpful in that situation, he basically lives in Lynnwood.  I mean, I can smell Lynnwood from here.  I can taste Lynnwood, (you don’t want to taste Lynnwood, trust me.)  I could look on the brightside of basically being in Lynnwood (that only being that I kind of knew my way around there, a little), but the problem is, this isn’t even a part of fake Lynnwood I’ve ever been in so I have no clue how to get anywhere except for Value Village, and when what I want is a cup of coffee and NOT scabies, I’m kind of in trouble.  If it’s not already painfully obvious, I wish someone had been a little more helpful last summer in order to make this moving transition MUCH EASIER, like I WOULD KNOW HOW TO FIND THE GROCERY STORE. and I WOULD HAVE ALREADY KNOWN I WAS MOVING TO LYNNWOOD.

Now, don’t let me give you the wrong impression, it hasn’t been all awful, I did get to go to Ikea the other day, my records made it here safe and sound (oh, by the way, Dad, Rebecca, PLEASE SEND ME MY RECORD PLAYER! THE BOYFRIEND’S RECORD PLAYER DOESN’T EVEN PLAY RECORDS!) and most of my stuff is here, the rest should be here today or tomorrow.  Oh, and I don’t hate The Boyfriend all the time.  I mean, we were having fun until I had to hate him for not having anything ready for me, oh wait, that’t not true either, he did have everything all cleaned out, it was actually really nice, it was basically a seamless transition from bachelor to couple living in sin.  I had half the closet,  a dresser of my own, and I got all of the space under the bathroom sink, I mean, cmon, that’s pretty good.  He even had cleaned out a few rubbermade containers for me to store things that needed to be stored.

In completely unrelated to this post but related to this site news, I started embroidering a table cloth my grandma started.  1. I am way more awesome at embroidery than my grandma was. 2. The Boyfriend thinks this looks like something that goes in an old lady’s house. 3. It does look like something that goes in an old lady’s house. 4.  I would post pictures, but I lost my camera cord in this move, so if Dad and Rebecca are reading, find that thing and ship it to me with my record player. . . PLEASE.

And everyone, don’t start sending letter bombs to The Boyfriend yet, I figure once things actually get settled around here I won’t spend my time hating my life and The Boyfriend for making it that way, I figure we’ll get back down to only hating each other when he talks about his friends and I make fun of them.