Caution: Unstable Load

Since my first post, I've been meaning to continue blogging in a spontaneous and fun manner but have barely managed to get to work on time and remember to put on deodorant before I head out the door.

Truthfully, I even forgot the deodorant this morning. Ick.

Why this poor managing of my health? Well, I am currently in a state of upheaval. I have done something rather exciting and nerve-wracking. I moved out of my apartment in Glendale of 2 1/2 years and moved in with my boyfriend, Mike. I knew this would be a difficult process- the physical move, not the mental transition between living with a friend to living with a lover. But why I didn't see the stress, trauma, and physical pain of this monstrous thing and plan better...I don't know. I think we were just so rushed with the whole month that the actual planning of the Moving Day became secondary to our daily antics.

Due to our unfortunate un-planning, our Moving Day (this past Sunday) has become Moving Week. It's now Wed. and I still have a trunkful of stuff in my car ready to be hauled up three flights of stairs tonight after work. I am so excited.

What I have learned from this experience, in no particular order:

-I have a lot of crap.
-Mike has a lot of crap.
-Together, we have what some may term a "buttload" of crap.
-Traveling easels are not so easy to travel with, nor are they particularly friendly to shins that may be in the vicinity when they decide to fall apart.
- Metal drafting tables made in the 60's should be outlawed.
- Cardboard makes my fingers breakout in blisters.
- Moving in the middle of August when it's 103 degrees in the shade is probably not what you want to do on your day off. Try taking a dip in the pool instead.
- Water is the nectar of the gods no matter what anyone tries to tell you.
- When you have great friends, they'll do the darndest things like move your junk in the dead heat of summer without asking why you need such an extensive collection of art house books.

But most importantly what I've learned over the past few days is this:
love heals all wounds.

This too shall pass, and the great things to come in the future will make it worth the while.

Finally...Number One

Wow. Okay, I created this blog site in May after reading my friends' blogs for over a year while quietly dreaming of my own. So I finally pull myself up by the bootstraps, get off my keister, and start one up....only to not post anything for another three months. Nice, Jess, nice.

I could say I've been horribly busy, and have had no time for such frivolities, but that wouldn't be quite telling the truth. I HAVE been busy, but more importantly...I just had no idea what to say. My first attempt was pitiful- the blank html page slowly burned into my retinas until reason left me. That night of trying to make words appear was stupefying-- you could have knocked me over with a brisk slap of a mackeral. I thought and thought of something witty or poignant to say and...bupkus. Rien. Nada.

So here I am, at my office desk on my lunch hour, half a cold sandwich sitting next to me, with still nothing pertinent to say. What HAS changed is that now I have a firm resolve to finish this first entry and put it behind me. So HA! entry...you hath been written!