The Mad Happenings of a Glass Princess

Every now and again, I am forced to say 'thank you' for the things that i have in life. I find myself taking most things for granted and living in my little bubble, and swift kick in the tush is all I need to see a different perspective on life.

This week's lesson: movers do a valuable service to homeowners.


Ooooh my achin' body! J & B are moving out of their house and into an awesome 2 story house right around the corner from my new house. I love being neighbors--it is the coolest thing ever. Anywho, J & B are the types of folks that are super human (or at least they think they are). They think they can move everything on their own. Now this would not be a big deal if they had cheap particle board furniture or laminate; they have good old fashion solid American made stuff. I couldn't even lift a empty drawer if I tried. Everything stinkin' section of a piece of furniture is 'real'. you know how the bottoms of drawers, or the back of a unit has that painted to look like real wood cardboard--oh no, not their stuff. And then on top of their furniture, they also have tons of crap. I can say it is crap b/c I have it too. All that stuff that you just throw in a box to get it moved, it really doesn't have a place in your home.


We started moving stuff about 8:00 last night, and ended ~2:00am in the morning. Jodie called and woke me up and had me working again until I had to get to work to help interview a guy. Once I got a shower and sat down for a moment, the stiffness and soreness set in. I felt it take over my body and I could not move. And I know I'm being a baby, I did not do a fraction of what the guys did nor what J & B did this morning, but I'm sooooo sore. I ache and I creek when I walk. I am just too old for this $#*!.



So, there is why i admire movers, they have a tuff job

When my dad recently came down to help me move into the new house, all he could comment on was how great of friends that I had. He kept pointing out (even after he left) all the cool things that they have done for me. After hearing him go on and on about it, I realized that I do have some really awesome friends and got me thinking about all the different type of friends I've had over the years...

You have the kind of friends that you have known all of your life; the ones that came up to you in 2nd grade and introduced themselves. You were never more than 2 feet away from them for the next 6 years. However, you're not sure if you were to meet them for the first time today if you would even like that person, but they have known you your whole life and they know all your darkest secrets, so that makes them a friend for life.

Then you have those high school friends. The friends that you would drive around with looking for that cute boy you liked and the one that you parked somewhere and drank beer with and thought you were the coolest thing EVER. It is okay that they faded out of your life, they were the bad influences.

College friends are more like you, they have the same interests, you are older and don't have to put up with gossip and politics of friendships. College friends are the ones that you can not see for months and then get together and pick up right where you left off. College friends are those who if you just had pushed that crush a little harder that it might you who is married to him right now and not that other girl. College friends are the ones that your conversations over in the cafeteria were about springbreak and parties, and now they are about 401K plans, daycare costs and mortgage rates.

Then there are the friends you make in life outside of school; they are the ones that are truly involved with your 'life'. Some of these friends can come and go, but there is a handful that stick to you like glue. These are the friends that my dad was raving about. Those are the friends where 90% of the time no words are needed to get your point across, you don't have to ask them for help -- it is just given and you would do just about anything for them. The type of friend that cheers you on, there is no jealousy and they tell you when you need to shut up & get over it. The friends that travel together, eat almost every night together, hangout and not say a word for hours. Grumpiness is allowed and is forgiven, but if a grouch goes too far, they are corrected. Medicine is delievered to each other when someone is sick, let their dogs out when days go long, are entrusted to watch their new borns, have keys to their homes (and have broken into homes when said keys are left behind), paint their new house, fix broken ceiling fans during lunch hours, the list is endless.

In the absence of family here in Texas and the no husband thing... these friends have become my family.

Sorry it has been so long since I have written. The 'mad happenings' that have been going on for the last few weeks are the exact thing that I should have been blogging about. Things were so crazy trying to get to the house closing 'finishing line', I have never felt so stressed or on-edge before in my life. I was lashing out at my friends, family, Realtors and any driver that got in my way on the road. All the stress was evident when Jodie, a great, honest friend, called me a snob and I lost it. I mean, just not a dirty look or something like that, a full out 'LOST IT' session. I'm a snob, she's a snob, all my friends are snobs, but she said at the wrong time (oh, I didn't mention that I had a double ear infection and sinus infection) and poof--there went Nicole. There I am, questioning her as to why I was the snob; come on, like I need a list of reasons why I'm snobby. And she is looking at me like "really?".



After I storm out of BW3 and have my blow-up, I head over to the Dr. office which I know I will be promptly kicked in the ass for gaining weight and not taking care of myself. As I'm waiting for the doctor to come in, I lose it again. Full out ugly cry, trying to understand why of all days Jodie decides to pick a fight with me and I have my sister telling me to pull my head out of my ass and everything seems to be falling apart around me. Nicole is in full tailspin, out of control, ugly cry with the crying hiccups. NOT PRETTY. Then Dr. D walks in... she took one look at me and decided that my happy pills needed a little side dose. She also took my blood pressure, it has never been higher and it scared me to death. I had officially hit rock bottom.



***side conversation. Okay, this is where the 'snob' stuff comes into play. I just said above that I hit 'rock bottom'. Seriously? Did I really hit 'rock bottom'. NO. This is Nicole being a drama queen on top of being a snob. My situation is over a house, a house that has every possible upgrade in it along with a huge backyard AND a glass studio. Things were not going as smooth as I wanted them to, so I had a melt down. This was hitting rock bottom. Did I lose my first house you ask? No. Did I lose my job and was forced to move? No. Did I need to sell my house to pay for medical bills cause I do not have insurance? No. 'No' is the answer to any major life change that would require someone to be forced to move. I just wanted something better. Oh, and new furniture to go in it, and a full working studio before the first box is even moved in. This is why I'm a snob. And why are my friends snobs too? Because they are doing the exact same thing I'm doing. But.... I do believe we all know how lucky we are to be healthly w/ insurance, employed, and are loved by friends and family. ***side conversation over



So, I took my 'rock bottom', sicko self home and proceeded to cry the rest of the night and into the morning. The emotions that were running thru my head were endless. I felt as if I had no one. No one to help me, no one to cry on, no one to cheer me up, no one. I hate being lonely. On top of all the emotions, I still had to work and pack and whatever else needed to be done. At work i was pushing the limits with a software release. I thought I had reached the finish line one day before my closings. I went on with my life thinking that I was done with the software update and the next hurdle would be the closings and moving. Whatever! Things in my life do not work out that way. I'm all happy-go-lucky first thing Friday, Nov 30 morning, dropping the dogs off at daycare for the weekend when all hell breaks loose! That software update I did, yeah, I didn't do it quite right. There was this one tiny little thing about the crew onboard the station not being able to see any of their data. I deleted ALL of it. Yup, I said all. The crew couldn't do any procedures. When I F-up, I go all out.
For the next 7 hours, I'm trying to recover data, get my final walk thru moved and get to closing on the new house. I don't think I've ever been so stressed in my life. My sister even asked if I would still have a job and able to go close on my house. Thanks Stacy. I was applauded for my efforts to get the data back onboard, but I was also 'in trouble' for deleting it in the first place.
But... I did close and even before the ink was dry on the pages of the contract, my awesome friends (i.e. 'the family') were at my house painting. By the time I arrived at the new house, my living room was almost complete, and the bedroom was ready to begin. I love those guys.

Obviously everything worked out and I'm in the house! oh, and did I mention that I love it!

So, today is Halloween. And the part of the angry, mean witch will be played by me today. No costume necessary--I woke up that way today. I could have destroyed a small city today with how grumpy I was. I just picture myself stomping on cars and knocking over buildings; the shouts from the citizens "run for your life, here she comes...", "she is breathing fire", "protect your children, she will eat them..."
The scenario is actually quite funny in my head, and it relieves some of anger that I've built up over the night. How can you gain anger over night?! Is it that I had a large black dog with his paws in my back all night--did that make me grumpy? Is it that I was cold/hot/cold/hot and kept fighting with the covers (that the large black dog was on too) all night? Was it that I knew my contract was up with my new house and that when I woke up in the morning I was one day closer to losing my 'dream home'? Or could it be that I knew that Jodie and I were starting WW again today and that I had to step my fat-ass on the scale and had to see the number keep going up, up & away... ummm... so many possibilities....