Sick sick, home sick, sick of unpacking

I'm sick. Sick of the friendless-ness, sick of unpacking, and actually sick. My throat has hurt now for a week, but I'm too lazy/stubborn to find a doctor. I'm going with strep. Ian has it too and his is pretty bad. Mine WAS bad, and now its starting to get better. I think.

Rascal has found his way on top of the TV in the nook:



He's now constantly knocking down the glass votive cups in my new candle tray. It has little stones going around the glass votives, so every time he hits it, stones go everywhere. Oh, and the cats have determined that there are other cats in reflective glass of the fireplace. We're not sure how to get to them yet. =)

I've been browsing HGTV's bedrooms and bathrooms pictures. I need some inspiration.

This house is huge. And here, in NC- it's just a middle class house. Just an everyday, nothing fancy. At home, it is certainly NOT your middle-class-owned home and it's really irritating me. I feel successful in this house, because I never thought I'd own one like it. But here, its just different. I'm really not better than anyone else. Damn.

We've created a box for "donations" in order to try to get rid of some stuff. I hoped it would fill up more quickly....On the contrary, I'm finding myself wanting to buy things. I need stuff to put on my walls. Everything is very plain right now.
I can't wait until everything is better decorated.

Ranger went for his first walk today in the neighborhood. Not many of the homes here are landscaped. Like at all. So my walk made me feel really good about my own home. Ranger was super-excited to be on his new retractable leash. It made him really happy to be able to move around while I walked at my own (slow) pace with Ian.

That is all. I think I want some popcorn.