In search of: Mad scrillas

Yesterday Michael and I went out with my parents and tooled around Gig Harbor to see all the "uptown developments" going on. It's actually turning out to be quite a nice area and the quality and look of the new shops coming in reminded us of Bridgeport Village in Portland. Soon there will be a J. Jill and Ben & Jerry's to accompany the Panera Bread, Borders, and Coldwater Creek. I'm hoping maybe a Crate and Barrel or a Williams-Sonoma will open up shop there too, but we'll have to wait until it's all completed.

We went out to dinner at Anthony's, which was pretty yummy. We all had sunset dinners, a four-course meal that ended with diabetic-inducing desserts. I had the Bailey's Irish Cream Mousse; no wonder I was so sleepy afterwards. My parents also showed us some new townhomes/developments opening up for us to think about moving into. We really liked the ones at Harbor Crossing, but we need to be rollin' in mad scrillas (street talk for money) in order to settle in there. If we did live there, both of us would be able to walk to work, Target, or the grocery store. How excellent would that be? We'd also be a bike ride (or a 3-minute car ride, which is more likely since we're lazy) to my parents house, an extra bonus after we have kids.

For now we're just scoping out our options of places to live. We'd like to live in Gig Harbor, but probably Tacoma or Port Orchard would be more acce$$ible for us. Or we could pack up and move to California to the delight of my extended family and my brother-in-law, but if we can't afford Gig Harbor, we most definitely won't be able to afford California...unless we move to Sweetwater or National City.

PDA

No, I'm not talking about Public Displays of Affection.

I now have a Palm TX, obtained because of the sheer frustration I have at work of constantly having to look up my meds in a med book, which are chained to the Pyxis at work. It wastes a lot of time to have to flip through the index to find the page the drug is on, then find the actual page, then read...you get the idea. Plus it's annoying to be in the way of everyone else trying to access their meds because the books are on two-foot chains. Now I have the freedom to look up what I need wherever I want. I hope it works as seamlessly and as easily as I have imagined it in my mind.

Then again, with my luck, it'll probably fall out of my pocket and into a bedside commode.

Happy New Year

To the right, a shot of Michael and I on Christmas. I had to work Christmas Eve (7pm to 7 am), so our family ended up celebrating the evening of Christmas Day. We usually do everything after Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, but since I had to work it was nice of my family to re-arrange things a bit.

Since then, it's been work, work, work. Michael started school at Pierce College, originally intending on taking two classes (Biology and Design), but due to low enrollment his design class was cancelled. It was a bummer since he was excited about taking that class, and I was eager to see how he'd do with it.

I picked up my first bonus shift earlier this week, and promptly got floated to the Ortho floor. I've been floated there once before and everytime I leave PCU, something crappy happens. That night was no exception. Let's just say I hate it when people try to stop breathing on me.

All this work and no play makes me want to go on vacation. I know we just went to Tokyo a couple of months ago, but I'm bored in Puyallup. I keep daydreaming about moving, going on a trip, basically anything different from what we have here in our tiny apartment. Michael recently moved the furniture around which came out pretty nicely and gave our living room a renewed freshness. Our lease ends in September and I am literally counting down months until we leave and can start anew -- for me it will hopefully mean a new job, better hours (not graveyard), and a home of our own near our families.