(posted by ange)
This is the current common saying in our apartment. It's fucking freezing in here! (pardon my french, but I think we're all adults here) We have the pleasure of living in one of those buildings that has central heating. Meaning, we do not control our heat. It gets turned on in the late fall and turned off in the late spring. When it's on, we can crawl onto the floor and turn a knob under the radiator an inch in either direction to control how "hot" it gets. When it's off, I can lay on the floor turning the knob for as long as I like in either direction and nothing changes. It's off. And right now, it's damn cold! We are relying on the weather to heat our apartment. And I need not point out that the weather is not cooperating. It is not warming up anything! So we are walking around in socks, sweatpants and hoodies. I actually went to bed in sweats and socks last night! Dave had to bring me a hot water bottle, my feet were so cold. Okay, he didn't have to, but he did. Allowing me to point out once again how lucky I am and how special he is. I mean, other than my mother, nobody has ever brought me a hot water bottle for anything, let alone for having cold toes in June! But I digress... We are now adding "Control our own heat" to our list of "Hello's" at the new apartment. Until then... I've got to go sip a cup of hot tea. It's fucking freezing in here!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Serious Stuff
(posted by ange)
June 13 is the one year anniversary date of Dave and I’s first date. One year. A year ago today we were talking on the phone, planning said first date. Neither of us ever thought we’d be able to hang around with someone for a whole year, let alone think maybe we could hang around together for a lot more years. This is serious! Recent signs of just how serious this is: 1. We have signed a lease for the aforesaid apartment in both our names (a two year commitment) and 2. We have signed up for a Costco membership together (a one year commitment). For me, this is serious because it will the first time in 10 or so years that I have wanted to actually sign my name on for something with someone for longer than, well, I can’t remember wanting to actually sign on for something with someone period. It is also serious because, the expected initial panic attacks having dissipated, I am excited, happy and content about it. I have no fear about this next phase of our commitment, no what if’s, no doubts. I feel safe and secure with myself and with Dave. I know Dave feels the same about all of this, but I won’t quote him here directly.
So to celebrate the fact that we have both managed to become part of a successful and healthy relationship and to celebrate how much we love each other on a daily basis, we are treating ourselves to a night in Victoria, in a nice HOTEL, where we’ll be tourists for an afternoon, have a romantic dinner and see the Titanic Exhibit the following day. How romantic is that?! As Dave and I always say to each other, “Our Love Is So Real” :)
June 13 is the one year anniversary date of Dave and I’s first date. One year. A year ago today we were talking on the phone, planning said first date. Neither of us ever thought we’d be able to hang around with someone for a whole year, let alone think maybe we could hang around together for a lot more years. This is serious! Recent signs of just how serious this is: 1. We have signed a lease for the aforesaid apartment in both our names (a two year commitment) and 2. We have signed up for a Costco membership together (a one year commitment). For me, this is serious because it will the first time in 10 or so years that I have wanted to actually sign my name on for something with someone for longer than, well, I can’t remember wanting to actually sign on for something with someone period. It is also serious because, the expected initial panic attacks having dissipated, I am excited, happy and content about it. I have no fear about this next phase of our commitment, no what if’s, no doubts. I feel safe and secure with myself and with Dave. I know Dave feels the same about all of this, but I won’t quote him here directly.
So to celebrate the fact that we have both managed to become part of a successful and healthy relationship and to celebrate how much we love each other on a daily basis, we are treating ourselves to a night in Victoria, in a nice HOTEL, where we’ll be tourists for an afternoon, have a romantic dinner and see the Titanic Exhibit the following day. How romantic is that?! As Dave and I always say to each other, “Our Love Is So Real” :)
Moving on up...
(posted by ange)
“to a deluxe apartment in the sky…” remember the intro to Jefferson’s? It’s been repeating in my mind ever since Dave and I signed the lease to our new apartment. Yes, we are moving on… up one floor… to a (what we consider) deluxe apartment… with at least a view of the sky. Okay, you get the picture, maybe we’re not the Jefferson’s, but seriously, our new digs are FABULOUS!!!!! As of August 1 we are the proud renters of 415 – 1080 Pacific Street. A great West End location only a block from Sunset Beach! We will have two bedrooms. Goodbye office in the living room!! Goodbye painting of Dave Mustane in the living room (those who have been here know what I’m talking about!!) Hello separate office where Dave and Dave Mustane can hang out, out of sight. Hello patio. Hello view. Hello BBQ. Hello HUGE kitchen with enough counter and cupboard space to make me melt. Hello DISHWASHER. Goodbye dirty dishes on my coaster sized counter. Hello fireplace. Hello dining room large enough to actually be given credit as one. Hello garbage chute! Hello gym, hello sauna, hello rooftop terrace whose steps are right outside our front door. Hello squash court. Hmmm. I sound like the lady on Romper Room.
All this is ours come August 1. After my last manic episode it became clear that something had to give. Dave could not work in our living room while I in a state like that. And in fact, at the time, had to stay with my friend Kim in order to get his work done. There were several options. Does he get his own place? (I was not impressed by this one) Does he get an office? (maybe, but I (and he) was concerned that how he works doesn’t really fit with having a 9 – 5 office space). Do we look for a two bedroom so we can have a separate room as an office, one with a lock so he can just lock me out should I ever go crazy again and not leave him be? Dave and I have always figured we would eventually get a two bedroom. I think my episode just pushed this point to the forefront. We weren’t searching hard while I was recovering, just talking and trying to figure things out. I would randomly check Craig’s List every once in awhile and one day came across an ad for this open house. Although we were supposed to be away on the weekend of the open house, we decided to stick around to check it out. I just had a feeling it would be the perfect place for us and the rent was hard to beat. We loved it and hung around for an hour talking with the landlords, hoping we had made a good impression. Apparently we did so, because we heard back quickly. They allowed us to sign a two year lease (woo-hoo! No rent increases for 2 years!!!) and have given us cart blanche on painting it however we want (at our own cost, of course).
So now I am busily sorting through paint chips, flipping through the Ikea catalogue, comparison shopping at Canadian Tire and Costco for vacuums and BBQs and counting the days until I can pack up and make myself a new home. Ourselves. But this is my blog and my thoughts, so you know what I mean. The words dishwasher and patio repeat over and over in my head, along with that damn intro to the Jefferson’s.
“to a deluxe apartment in the sky…” remember the intro to Jefferson’s? It’s been repeating in my mind ever since Dave and I signed the lease to our new apartment. Yes, we are moving on… up one floor… to a (what we consider) deluxe apartment… with at least a view of the sky. Okay, you get the picture, maybe we’re not the Jefferson’s, but seriously, our new digs are FABULOUS!!!!! As of August 1 we are the proud renters of 415 – 1080 Pacific Street. A great West End location only a block from Sunset Beach! We will have two bedrooms. Goodbye office in the living room!! Goodbye painting of Dave Mustane in the living room (those who have been here know what I’m talking about!!) Hello separate office where Dave and Dave Mustane can hang out, out of sight. Hello patio. Hello view. Hello BBQ. Hello HUGE kitchen with enough counter and cupboard space to make me melt. Hello DISHWASHER. Goodbye dirty dishes on my coaster sized counter. Hello fireplace. Hello dining room large enough to actually be given credit as one. Hello garbage chute! Hello gym, hello sauna, hello rooftop terrace whose steps are right outside our front door. Hello squash court. Hmmm. I sound like the lady on Romper Room.
All this is ours come August 1. After my last manic episode it became clear that something had to give. Dave could not work in our living room while I in a state like that. And in fact, at the time, had to stay with my friend Kim in order to get his work done. There were several options. Does he get his own place? (I was not impressed by this one) Does he get an office? (maybe, but I (and he) was concerned that how he works doesn’t really fit with having a 9 – 5 office space). Do we look for a two bedroom so we can have a separate room as an office, one with a lock so he can just lock me out should I ever go crazy again and not leave him be? Dave and I have always figured we would eventually get a two bedroom. I think my episode just pushed this point to the forefront. We weren’t searching hard while I was recovering, just talking and trying to figure things out. I would randomly check Craig’s List every once in awhile and one day came across an ad for this open house. Although we were supposed to be away on the weekend of the open house, we decided to stick around to check it out. I just had a feeling it would be the perfect place for us and the rent was hard to beat. We loved it and hung around for an hour talking with the landlords, hoping we had made a good impression. Apparently we did so, because we heard back quickly. They allowed us to sign a two year lease (woo-hoo! No rent increases for 2 years!!!) and have given us cart blanche on painting it however we want (at our own cost, of course).
So now I am busily sorting through paint chips, flipping through the Ikea catalogue, comparison shopping at Canadian Tire and Costco for vacuums and BBQs and counting the days until I can pack up and make myself a new home. Ourselves. But this is my blog and my thoughts, so you know what I mean. The words dishwasher and patio repeat over and over in my head, along with that damn intro to the Jefferson’s.
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