Dec 09

2005

Catching Up

I havn’t written much since the wedding and there’s too much I’d have to write to catch up, so I’m going to post the post-wedding E-mail I sent to most of my friends.

Here it is (originally sent on November 12, 2005)

Thought I’d let you all know I’m still alive, made it to Florida in one piece and my new husband hasn’t yet done away with all my sanity. Some of you know more than others but I’ll write a mini novel anyway to make sure I don’t leave anyone behind eh.

First, I just wanna make sure everyone takes note of my new email address:
you also should have noticed my name in the sender line as “Shelley Limegrover” (formerly Shelley Perryman for those of you who missed the memo about my wedding). Would have been Aldahonda if Eric didn’t decide to change to his mother’s maiden name just before the wedding. I didn’t care at the time, but since the powers-that-be at my new job decided to abbreviate my name as slimegrover, i do have a minor complaint.

Now that you know the most important stuff, you don’t havta keep reading. If you wanna know more but still don’t feel like reading, you may like to take note of my new cell phone number: taking this part out. If you want it, send me an E-mail request.

So anyway. . .went to Paris and London. It was way groovy. Got over 700 pictures that should be available online soon. I’ll send the link as soon as they are uploaded.

Now I’m in an apartment that seems to have an irreversable attachment to its bachelor past. We’ll be finding a new place in June. Until then, I’m going to have to make friends with the unecessaraly large assortment of “junk” drawers and cupboards filled mostly with unrecognizable tools and computer parts as well as an unsightly part of an (hold on while I ask what it is. . .) aha, a cylindar head that is supposedly going to be going in his car when he gets around to investing in an entire new engine. In the meantime, it’s placed quite decoratively in the open space under the television.

But hey, it could be worse, he could have a dog to make the whole bachelor thing complete, but he has a kitty. Almost a redeemable trait if she wasn’t a satan kitty. That cat is insane. I think the apartment spook posesses her half the time. And she talks! I swear she said a very obvious “hello” the other night. scared the crap out of me really. Eric said if she had done that while giving the creepy facial expression from the day before, he’d be likely to throw her out of the apartment for a spell. At her least insane moments, she’ll spazz out from a completely comfortable looking position and attack an invisible invader at the other end of the room. Then there was that time I gave her a small piece of cheese (she looks so pathetic and needy whenever I’m in the kitchen and it always works on me). Well, so anyway, she sniffs at it, leaves, comes back, sniffs again and then leaps about 4 feet from the ground and pounces on it before casually walking away. Like, dude, what the heck is up with that? Oh, but that’s not even the half of it. She spends more time in the litter box than even I do in the bathroom, most of which time is spent covering more of the floor in litter than the remains of her business. I think she delibertly scoops the litter out of the pan so that i have to sweep it up every morning before i can put my bare feet in front of the sink and mirror. I also suggested to Eric that maybe thats how she controls the frequency of whole litterbox changes. When the box is almost out of litter, gotta clean it out and start over. Shortly before I moved in, Eric caught her voluntarily swimming in the toilet bowl. I make sure to keep the lid shut now. And the bathroom door for that matter. She waits for one of us to get out of the shower so that she might lap up water under the faucet or in the tub and track cat litter all over. Her new favorite toy is one of my last good hair ties. I came home this evening and found it on the floor kind of all mangled looking and asked Eric if his cat might have had anything to do with it. Didn’t even need his answer because Nexus (that’s her name, btw) came in the room just then to claim it.

Enough about the cat. She gets too much attention as it is.

As I briefly mentioned above, I have a new job. I work at the Florida Center for Reading Research. Eric works there too, 4 floors above me with all the Ph.Ds and important people. He thinks that because he thinks he’s like God up there in the ivory tower that I should be able to get away with what he does and doesn’t understand why I can’t. Unlike Him, I barely just started, so I havn’t established any sort of superiority. I don’t even have an office to hide in anyway. I barely have a cubicle. It’s kind of more like a demi-cubicle and my boss wonders from cubicle to cubicle kind of like Lumberg from Office Space asking each of us what we’re working on. I don’t even really know what my job title is. I guess I was technically entered in the system as a research assistant. I get to answer phone and email questions about the Progress Monitoring and Reporting Network website and enter, match, manage,etc. data concerning student assesment scores and other such related stuff.

I will be taking a class or two at FSU next semester. At least it will keep my mind stimulated since my job probably won’t. I’m registered for a math and physics class right now. Eric also suggested I take a beginning cello class at some point since he recently introduced me to his cello that he rarely plays. He’s more interested in his trumpet. He has a violin too and he’d probably be more excited about teaching me to play it over the cello except that I really prefer the sound of a cello over a violin. (UPDATE: I never did take any cello lessons. Cello’s come with bitter memories and I just didn’t have time anyway. Nearly four years after this journal entry, I began piano lessons. I LOVE my piano. It’s among the best things that have ever come my way).

I could write a ton more, but it’s getting late. I should take a shower. Mostly I have to go to the bathroom and I’m dying of thirst. I’ve been writing to kill time while Eric finishes putting a new computer together for me. I complained enough about being deprived from my gaming.

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-- Sep 28, 2008 @ 03:21pm — nicki wrote

just wanted to know who you were because we have to be related

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