Tuesday, July 31, 2007


Warning: I'm very cranky today. Which is odd because I was so happy and chipper yesterday. But I'm finding myself saying "I am *so* sick of....." in my head a lot.

What am I sick of, you ask?
Lemme tell ya....

I'm sick of not being able to find my black hairband when I need it. I'm used to it being in the bathroom drawer, to my left. Now I have to dig around a freakin' suitcase to find it because I don't want to be a messy houseguest and leave all of my toiletries in the bathroom.

I'm sick of people asking me when I'm moving into my new apartment. I don't know when I'm moving. They still haven't called me back from Friday to have me come in and sign a lease or get keys.

I'm sick of not being able to balance my checkbook because my checkbook register is on my computer, which is at Steve's, where I have not been for over a week now.

I'm sick of people thinking they're being funny when they mention that I've already worn a piece of clothing twice in one week. Well, pardon the shit out of me, I'm living off of five outfits right now and I'm not too happy about having to wear my khakis this often either. Same goes for wrinkles. You think I like looking like I slept in my clothes? Jessica doesn't have an ironing board, so what the hell am I supposed to do?

I'm sick of the boxes that are *still* crowding my office because my bookshelves haven't come in yet.

I'm sick of not having a routine and taking a different route to work every day because how am I supposed to know that Fremont Ave backs up in the morning at 7:50am? I don't usually have to drive down Fremont Ave.


I'm sorry but I've just about had it with "transition". I mean, how long can a person stay in "transition" and still keep a positive attitude?

Four weeks.
That's how long.

Four weeks.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Weekend Update

Well. This is the first weekend that I've been been completely on my own. The majority of my buds are out of town so I don't have many people to call on for entertainment.

Friday night, I met up with a guy from work at the Lock & Keel for some pool. In my eyes, it was just a hangin' out thing. But in his eyes, apparently, it was a Full On Date. Needless to say, the night sucked. My buddies there were not happy at all that this guy was being so pushy and grabby. I just kept thinking, "I don't know how to do this anymore. I'm not used to being single and dealing with this." It was awkward and at times, frustrating, and now I know that some guys think "hang out and shoot pool" means something completely different. Lesson learned.

Since Friday night was so very bad, I stayed in bed all day Saturday. I mean, all day. I did leave the house for a half an hour to go rent two movies, but I got right back in bed after that. I actually slept a lot too, which tells me that my body was neglected and really needed the rest. Thinking back, I really haven't had much down time since the break up. I've been consumed with keeping myself busy. Which is dandy and all, but down time is very important too. Down time, though, reminds me way too much of high school and being friendless and crying myself to sleep at night because no one wants to hang out with me. Those memories are very powerful. And whatever I can do to avoid that feeling, I'll do. I guess at some point, I'm going to have to learn to deal with loneliness, huh?

I did shower today, and attempt to make a latte with Jessica's espresso machine, so I feel like I've been productive. I went over to Cyn's for a bit. We hung out on the couch and watched "Marie Antoinette", which was just odd. A~ came over, too, so it just became lazy fest. But then she went off to a bbq so I came back home....er...to Jessica's. And I'm hungry. I want sushi, but don't want to go to Blue C alone. Funny. When I was with Steve, I was fine going out to dinner by myself. I even enjoyed it. But now that it's not by choice, it sucks.

Okay, enough poor me crap. I'm going to go find someone to have dinner with.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

The Infamous Spin Cycle

The one time I lean up against a washer during the spin cycle, the neighbors come home. And I look like an idiot.

You've heard about the Spin Cycle. All the vibrating, all the knockin' around......the gals seem to like it. I never knew what the big deal was, but apparently I just didn't have the right washing machine. I've never seen one thrash about enough to peak my interest.

Anyway, I still hadn't done laundry yet since I got back from Chicago, so I'm being all domestic this evening. I'm staying at Jessica's (no more Capitol Hill for me!) while she and her man are out of town until Sunday. I have the run of the place, but I don't know how long their washer and dryer takes. So I went out to check on the first load and the washer was just ramping up to the spin cycle.


I thought the thing was going to explode. I just stood there and watched all 15 minutes of it. Fascinating. The things that were sitting on top of it looked like they were just going to bounce right off of the edge. I had images of the door on the front just shooting off and water and soap just spraying everywhere. Then it occurred to me - this must be the kind of washing machine that those kinky gals have.

So the washer finished, I switched out the clothes and came back in the house. I thought I gave the machines ample time to run their course before I went back out, but no. The dryer was cooling down, and the washer.....well, the washer was ramping up again. Taunting me. Since I knew it wasn't going to actually explode, I just sauntered over, turned around, and leaned my butt up against it.

Huh. I could see the appeal.

No sooner had I thought of turning around when the door to the little laundry room suddenly flew open and there was a very tall, very surprised woman, holding a bicycle. I must have been beet red, but I think I played it off well by standing straight up and saying "Hi! I'm Raechelle!" Following this very tall woman was her husband, whom I've met before and is aware that I'm staying here for a while. They said hi, passed through, put their bikes away then went into the apartment under Jessica's house.

The washer was still spinning, but I stayed on the other side of the room.
I've had enough excitement for one night.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


The tag line from the weekend is:
What happens in Chicago, stays in Chicago.

So, suffice it to say, I can't elaborate on too many details of Drunken Debauchery Fest 2007.
Here are the things I can tell you:

Chicago is a firm believer in revolving doors. Steve said it was because of the bitter cold and the revolving doors are better at keeping out the cold and keeping in the warm. Sounds good to me.

The Lake (Lake Michigan, I believe) looks like the ocean. It's just endless.

We stayed at the Intercontinental Hotel on Magnificent Mile (Michigan Ave). An uber-expensive hotel but 1) the toilet wouldn't flush so there was always toilet paper floating in it, 2) the tub faucet dripped constantly, 3) three of the outlets in the room didn't even work, which we didn't know until the very last day, even though Julie couldn't figure out why the hell her CrackBerry wasn't charging, 4) the cold water lever was missing it's little "C" (No, it's not a big thing, but for $300 a night, I want to see a "C" on the cold water lever.) and 5) which is actually a positive thing - we could see the water from the lake in our room. A nice perk.

The baristas in the Starbucks in the lobby of the hotel need to be fired. Holy crap. They wouldn't last a day in Seattle. Slower than shit and when asked a question, responded with "Huh?" Are you kidding me? Funny, the high falootin' New Yorkers didn't know that the people who made espresso drinks were called baristas. I felt very intelligent explaining that to them.

We heard sirens every 10 minutes. Honestly. When a half an hour would go by with no sirens, I would look at Julie and say in mock horror "Oh my god, what's wrong?!!"

Friday night, over the span of 10 hours, I had 11 jack-n-cokes and a shot of something blue in a test tube at Mother's. And it was one of the best nights I've ever had.

All in all, Chicago was a good time all around. I made a couple of new friends. I got to catch up with an old friend. And got to let my hair down without any repercussions when I got home.

However, the flight home sucked. I was scheduled to leave at 5:25, but got an earlier 2:20pm flight to Denver. But I didn't get on the earlier flight in Denver (even though my bags did) so I sat at the airport until my 9:40pm flight. Got to SeaTac at 11:30pm, waited for a cab for 30 minutes, then finally got back to the apartment at 12:30pm. What a long freakin' day. And then real life slapped me in the face bright and early Monday morning at work.


I was apparently very missed.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Notes From The Airport

The following are notes from the airport on July 19, 2007, before my flight to Chicago.

ButterLondon ROCKS! Got a $10 manicure so now my nails look all snazzy. Fabulous!

There's a dude wearing a shirt that says "Jesus Patrol". It looks like a lifeguard cross. Does that mean he's looking to save Jesus? That seems blasphemous.

Why haven't I gotten a laptop yet?

Towncars are the only way to go to the airport. The windows are really tinted so people think you're famous. And it's actually cheaper than a cab.

I would have corrective surgery if my middle toe was so long it hung off the edge of my Chacos. That would just drive me nuts. Speaking of shoes, I'm distraught that my Keens have been "in repair" for two weeks now. They are the most comfortable shoes I have and I don't have them with me now! I need to call about them.....But I think I made up for them. I packed two bags for four days. And one bag is all shoes. I have become one of those people.

So far, there are no hot people going to Chicago.

Oh, these poor parents. Their 20 something daughter is wearing a shirt so low cut that I would wear it to a party. That low. They look like meek, old school, hippy parents. The daughter has a ton of bling and make-up on. Yes, she's gotten above her raisin'.

I checked both of my bags. It's much easier to go to the bathroom now.

Tennis shoes and no socks. Yes, he has the sport shorts on too. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Glad the guy didn't make a horrible decision and wear tube socks, but what are those feet going to smell like in the afternoon?

I can't believe no one has recognized me yet! Come on people! I'm pretending I'm famous here!

I should have plucked my eyebrows last night. Guess it would be tacky to do that on the plane, huh?

Bob Schneider is a good soundtrack for the airport. I love my iPod.

Oh!! A bit of a side note....
My friend and I went to the Patty Griffin concert last night at the Zoo and we ran into Dave Matthews. Literally. He was tossing something in the garbage and he turned and almost bumped into us. He said "Uh, excuse me.." and we said "Uh, excuse me..." and he walked on by. I hit my friend on the arm and said "That was Dave Matthews! I think he was looking at our boobs!" She was convinced as well. (Just kidding Dave. You're married, lots of kids. I'm sure you don't do those kinds of things......)

People who are not comfortable in flip flops (or, thongs, as people up here call them, which throws me because I think thongs are g-strings......anyway) can be spotted from a mile away. Quite entertaining.

When did cullotes make a comeback? I missed it. And I'm okay with that.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007


I got the apartment at the Lock Vista. And the woman did a little re-arrangin' and got me into the one with cute little corner window.

I'm no longer homeless. At least, I won't be on August 4th.

It's a mixed bag of emotions really.

The Enemy Part II

Right here is exactly why I'm having such a hard time finding an apartment that I can afford:

From craigslist/jobs/admin:

"Evil, Greedy Bastards*" is a real estate investor/developer company specializing in purchasing, converting, and selling single and multi-family properties in Seattle. We have over 10 years of experience acquiring premium real estate in Seattle, resulting in $200 million annually from closing on both Land and Apartment transactions. Our condo conversions range from $3-50 million per project with a successful turn around time averaging 6 months and we get an average of 3 to 5 conversion opportunities a month. We’ve recently acquired over 300 units in some of the hottest areas in Seattle including: Ballard, Capital Hill, and Eastlake and are in position to acquire more within the next 6 months. Our offices are located on Lake Union and we offer competitive wages, a comprehensive health and dental plan, and have a friendly, fast-paced environment that is fun and casual.

(*Not the company's real name)

Reading shit like this makes my blood boil. They're proud of what they're doing. They're creating "affordable homeownership". They're kicking people, who can't afford to buy a house, which is why they're renting, out of their homes so they can make money.

Why is this okay? Why do we allow this?
How do we stop it?

And they spelled Capitol Hill wrong. Proof that money doesn't make you smart. How hard is it to use Google?

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

General Life Update

So, let's see.
Life is okay. Getting better. Still......weird.

I hear that some of you are a bit concerned about me. Well lemme tell you - nothing says emotional support like gift cards! Bed, Bath & Beyond, Target, Pier One.......all good. I've got an apartment to furnish soon!

Speaking of apartments, I filled out the application and put down the admin/holding fee on the apartment with the pool, right across from the Locks. The women in the office said I should hear back today, but I didn't. I'm sure it's fine. But it would be nice to know one way or the other. I'll have to call tomorrow.

And then Thursday morning, I leave for Chicago.
Julie, my friend in New York, decided after such a monumental life change, we finally needed to have a girls' weekend. She'll be in Chicago for business, so she extended her trip until Sunday. We'll be staying at the InterContinental, which I know nothing about except it's very expensive. I love it.

And then next week, back to reality. Probably cleaning for Lisa. Maybe stay at the apartment a few nights and try to pack. Hopefully I'll have a place by next week and will know a move in date. Then comes bribing the friends to help move. Always fun. I hate this crap.

Oh, and my office finally got moved. Except most of my stuff is still in boxes because the bookshelves from Ikea haven't arrived yet. Once they do, it should be easier to get settled. I'm having a hard time really getting anything done. I'm so scattered and overloaded. Something's gotta give.

But again. It will get better. I know that. At least I've got friends who are taking me out and treating me to food and drink. Pity? Probably. I don't care. I'll take it.

Milo Jameson

Kim-n-Tim's little boy was born last Tuesday. Such a cutie.
I'll get a picture of him soon and post it.

The Salmon Primo

I've been craving Pagliacci's Salmon Primo pizza. C R A V I N G. It's a seasonal thing. Just came out last Thursday. Shaun (my temporary roommate) and I ordered a pizza last Wednesday night, anticipating getting the Salmon Primo. We were one day too early. Damn!

So, tonight, Shaun is out of town, I've got the place to myself and I was going to (over) induldge in this pizza. I didn't want to buy a whole pizza, so I walked down to Broadway to the little Pagliacci's place to get a slice. Or two. Or five.

Oh, but no.
They don't have the Salmon Primo by the slice on Tuesdays. Only on Thursdays. Bastards.
So I bought a whole damn pie. Ack.

I'll take some for work tomorrow, maybe leave some for Shaun, because I'm nice like that.

And now that I've had my pizza, I may pop in a movie or play a little guitar, or just surf the net until I fall asleep. I got nothin' but time......

Backside of 30

This song has been running through my head all day.
Wonder why?

"I’m on the backside of thirty and back on my own
An empty apartment don’t feel like a home
On the backside of thirty, the short side of time
Back on the bottom with no will to climb "
(John Conlee)


I don't really feel that depressed. I just like the song.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Apartment Hunting

Apartment hunting sucks.
I refuse to leave Ballard. Refuse. Capitol Hill is not my cup of tea, so I'm feeling desperate to find something NOW. And that just ain't happening.

The rent for a one bedroom in a decent area of Ballard is around $750 and up. The one place that may have to suffice is $780. The drawback? The coin-op washers and dryers are in the basement, on the otherside of the building from where my apartment would be. I've gotten quite spoiled by my little laundry room in our current place. Steve's current place.


I'll keeping looking through the weekend. If I don't find anything by about Tuesday, I'll go ahead and put down the deposit and all that junk. The fees are ridiculous. $35 application fee. $150 administration fee. $780 first month's rent. $400 deposit ($150 is non-refundable). $35 a month to park in the parking lot - however, that one isn't so bad. Ruby is very much worth the $35 a month.

It's a cute place. Built in the 50's. Hardwood floors, crown moulding, faces south. There's a pool on the premises, which is unheard of in Seattle, and it's right across the street from the Locks. And they allow cats. Which I will have eventually.

I'm looking at another one Friday morning, so maybe that will trump this one. We'll see.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

You Learn Something New Everyday

I just learned something new about my car. I turned the engine off then, without thinking, tried to roll the window up.

And it rolled up.
My engine doesn't need to be on in order for me to roll my windows up!! Can you believe it?!

Now, the engine does have to be on to close the sunroof. Just so you know.....

Friday, July 6, 2007

Lighter topics

Well, kind of.
I had to change my password at work two months ago. I must have been in a bad state of mind. It's now "Justletmedie1". I chuckle every time I logon.

Let's see.....what else has happened that has absolutely nothing to do with relationship crap?

Fourth of July.
I spent the entire day with Cyn because she would not let me out of her sight. I just love her. We shopped on Capitol Hill, which was miserable because everyone was so freakin' happy. Then we went back to her place, ate and got ready to party it up that evening. I was just as enthused as that sentence indicates. We went to a houseboat party (ie kegger) down on Lake Union that was lame. Lots of early 20 somethings talking and giggling way too loud. And all the boys were hanging on each other. How is that going to help me right now?

Then we wondered up the street to another, more intimate gathering that didn't do it for me either. I was extremely tired at this point - up early that day, walking around in the sun all day, blah. So I went back to my friend's place (who was out of town for a few days) and cleaned.

Odd, yes. But therapeutic.
I had some mint chocolate chip ice cream, watched some cable, then went to bed.
Happy 4th.

Yesterday, had a doctor's appointment and had to have blood drawn. 'Nuff said. It was a bad, bad day.

And tonight I'm going back to our apartment.
This really isn't a "lighter topic" is it?

Okay, enough for today.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

One week

It's been one week since Steve and I broke up.
And it hurts a lot.

We just have to different lives in mind. And those two different lives don't mesh very well.

I've been staying with a friend this week, but I'm going back to the apartment this weekend. I need to feel at home. I'm just kind of in limbo right now and I don't function well in limbo. Even my office at work is in limbo. I was supposed to move last week, so I packed everything up, then I didn't move. Then they said Monday or Tuesday of this week. Still haven't moved. My stuff is still in boxes. Now we're looking at next Monday. Sure. I won't hold my breath.

It's been a bad week.
But I know it will get better.
I'll be okay.