The Amazing Race 4 begins tonight! I'm still not completely over their blatant dismissal of Alicia's and my application for TAR3, but mostly. I was so going to be Miss Frugal McCheapGirl post Buffy/Angel finales (and hockey.. meh) and get the DirectTV shut off until the move, but then the shiny beacon of Reality TV that I actually dig distracted me.
Ah... I can hear the theme song already. It swells, yes it do.
With the move-date getting closer and after having had a yard sale this past weekend where I sold a good half of my furniture, I'm starting to have home-decor lust. I decided to make a wishlist on Target.com when I noticed that I already had a wishlist. I vaguely recall having had one from the last time I moved... ok. Only when I looked to see what was on it, I found a variety of kitchenware (not that I need it, but no problem... kitchen-y things are always welcome), and a
Diaper Genie. WTF?! Why in god's balls would there be a Diaper Genie, and Diaper Genie accessories, no less, on my wishlist? Freaky.
I am having a glorious time of playing Barbie Dream House, though. I've got a small list of craft-y things to do: Fix the bedframe. Get the chaise-longue recovered (Bought the material yesterday- it's a taupe-brown tweed with red, butter-yellow, and teal in the background). Paint the wicker base of the writing desk I inherited from my grandmother a putrescent citron green. Paint Ryan's dresser the same green. Yes... sounds tacky, I know, but trust me. I have a vision.
The only thing that sucks is that I can't buy anything until I get there. I am in full-blown shopping mode, and I have to wait almost another month. That's ok, though, because one of the first things we're going to do once we get semi-settled is head over to the Ikea store in PA for a day. I am so Ikea's bitch, y'all. I cannot express to you the joy that I will actually have access to an Ikea store.
The people I work with are throwing me a going away party today. My last day isn't until the 3rd, but various people will be out of town between now and then.
It's so strange. I don't really feel like I only have a week left. I don't feel like there's any reason to throw me a party. I am trying to convince myself that I really am leaving so that it doesn't all hit me in front of everyone.
It's just a job. I don't want to cry over leaving it.