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Die!

September 14, 2009 · 2 Comments

Last month, my husband and I moved into a beautiful Arizona home.  It is probably the nicest place I have ever lived since leaving the comfort of my high school home.  From high school, I went to college, where I lived in a dorm for a year.  For the next two years, I lived in an apartment in a 12-story building which was full of dirty college students.  You don’t even want to know what that trash room smelled like, though our apartment was reasonably clean.  My last year in college, I lived in a very old house with 9 other people, some of which had very questionable cleaning habits.  After college, I moved in with my husband (then fiance) into an apartment with very cheap rent and neighbors whose dog peed on me everytime I saw it.  They didn’t really seem to think it was a big deal…luckily for the dog, it was always on my work jeans which smelled like old food and stale beer because I was bartending/serving at the time.  We didn’t live there for long, and we moved into a townhouse, which was decent.  We lived there for 3 years together.  Then my husband got a job across the country, and I moved into an apartment in a brownstone home in Philadelphia.  The place was awesome, but very, very old.  Then after moving in with my friends and my mom temporarily, we moved into the wonderful house we live in now in Arizona.

The reason I went through this detail living history is because out of all of the place I have lived on my own, about half of them had the potential to be true roach motels, but it is only the nicest one that has ever had cockroaches.  It wasn’t the huge college apartment complex, or the 200 year old row home in Philadelphia.  Nope, it’s this great house that we otherwise love.

Since August, I have been at war with the roaches.  We’ve had at least two species – the big creepy ones in our bathroom, and the small ones in our kitchen.  There may be more than one species of small ones.   To qualify the problem, it’s not that bad.  It’s not like everytime you open a cabinet, 10 roaches come flying out at your face, so don’t be afraid to come and visit.  They only come out after around 11 pm.  Some nights I see none, other nights, I’ll see a few.  Below is a summary the arsenal I have against the roaches…

Methods that don’t do shit

Killing individual roaches – while this method makes you feel like you are actually doing something and can be quite emotionally satisfying, for every one you see, there are 1000 others inside your walls spawning.

Raiding your house – Raid does nothing but make your house smell like a toxic wasteland.  It will kill an individual roach in a very slow and painful way, but it smells so bad that the roaches avoid wherever you sprayed.  All you are really doing is giving you and your pets lung cancer.

Roach motels – those little stick-up things with holes the roaches can crawl into.  The people who lived here before left like 60 of them stuck up in the kitchen, and clearly, they did not work at all.  I think all they do is attract roaches into our cabinets.

Geckos – I have found a number of small geckos in our house, but they don’t seem to even put a dent in the roach population.

Cat – The cat shows no interest in the roaches, but sure likes to eat the geckos.

Obsessively cleaning your house*** – this will make you feel like you are doing something productive, but roaches will eat ANYTHING.  If you already have them, unless you douche everything in bleach before you go to bed, they will find and eat the tiniest, tiniest little crumb.  I found one eating a solitary crumb off of the dining room table.  Martha Stewart couldn’t clean a kitchen well enough to make a roach starve.

Methods that seem to do shit

Professional exterminator – this actually did work.  It got rid of the large cockroaches in our bathroom entirely, but did not work so well for the small cockroaches in the kitchen.  A drawback is that it’s relatively expensive, and he would probably have to come back a few times to eradicate them and some of the chemicals they use are very dangerous for you and your pets.

Boric acid – ask your grandma how she kills ants and she’ll tell you to mix Borax with powdered sugar.  Boric acid is a powder that is not terribly toxic to humans or pets, but deadly to roaches.  It has no odor, and supposedly tastes OK, so roaches don’t avoid it like they do Raid.  A light dusting on countertops and in cabinets lets roaches walk through without noticing it, then they clean the powder off of themselves and die.  Because it doesn’t kill them instantly, they carry it bad to their nest and kill everyone else too.

I am confident in the Boric acid method.  After the first night, I found like 4 carcasses…who knows how many more there are that died where I can’t find them.  I have been seeing less and less alive ones and more carcasses.  Online sources say it can take up to a month to work fully, but that it can eradicate the whole population.  Because I am extremely impatient and can’t passively sit by for a month while this works, when I do see a roach, I douche it in boric acid powder so it can carry it back to it’s nest.

I think after all of them are gone, I will caulk up all of the crack around the cabinets and countertops just to be super safe…but I want them gone first!

***I still obsessively clean the kitchen.  The reason I put an asterisk next to “Obsessively cleaning your house” is because this is a good roach prevention method, but not necessarily a good eradication method.  If you take out the trash often, don’t leave crumbs or dirty dishes around, roaches will be less enticed into your home.

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January 2009

January 29, 2009 · Leave a Comment

What a weird fucking month

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To start off this new year, my apartment was broken into.  This has already been the subject of many-a-blog, but the event led to me barricading my door, carrying mace into the kitchen to cook, sleeping with a hammer, not leaving my house for a week because I was afraid someone was going to steal my cat.  I have also racked up about some hefty cab fares this month for fear of walking to the bus stop at night, even early night.  It never really bothered me before.  The paranoia has basically subsided, but it’s still sort of there…getting better though.

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In this month, it has become incredibly clear to me that my husband and I really are officially on our own.  It sort just sort of hit me.  I’ve been living independently pretty much since my sophomore year of college, but have always felt that I could fall back on my parents, or Derek on his, if we really needed it.  They helped us with our wedding, even though we didn’t ask, and numerous other things smaller things.  As is probably the case with many other people in this recession, that safety net isn’t really there anymore.  We have a decent savings for being perpetual students, but I just realized how much money this isn’t this month, which leads into the next eventful thing.

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On Monday of this week, my husband called me.  I thought it was because he was going to buy plane tickets to come and visit, because we had just talked about it on Sunday.  He found our dachshund who lives with him paralyzed at home and called me from the emergency vet.  They weren’t sure what exactly was wrong with her, but knew it was something to do with her spine; they had to do some invasive tests to figure it out and would do the appropriate surgery right after the test since she would already be under.

We had to lay out the whole plan of deciding what to do before they did anything.  It wasn’t easy because she is an old dog, anesthesia is a huge risk for old animals and there was a possibility it could have been a tumor.  If it were a tumor, it’s unlikely that surgery or other treatment would improve the quality of her life for long.  If it were something with the spine itself, surgery was an option, but only had a 50-70% success rate.  On top of that, the surgery could irreversibly paralyze her.  Let’s not forget that we are talking about a vet here, so the surgery also is very expensive.  Expensive in the way that it is on the threshold where you are weighing your dogs life with financial security, and in today’s economy, that is important.

Weighing all of these options in one afternoon was not very much fun.  It really sucks to weigh how much you can afford against your dogs life.

This happened with my cat too about 2 years ago.  We had much, much, much less money then and he was clearly ill…a quick decline of about 2 months.  I chose to euthanize him because we simply could not afford the treatments and surgery he would need to extend his already long life by a very short time, with little promise of actual improving the quality of it.  I also saw it in his eyes, that he was trying to die.  It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I do not regret doing it.  I did what was best for my cat, given the circumstances.

Anyway, it turned out she had a herniated disk that was inhibiting motor functions, and we opted for the surgery.  It was worth it, because she survived it and seems to be improving.  Only time will tell if she makes a full recovery, but as long as she is happy and not in pain, we can deal with whatever extra attention she will need – she is alive.

It sounds like a really awful thing to say, but it was difficult parting with that money when there was no guarantee it would work.  However, I don’t know if I could have lived with putting down a dog who just the day before was healthy as could be, and since we had the money, I knew we had to try.  I didn’t get to see her because she is with my husband, but I don’t imagine she had the same look in her eyes that my cat did.

Luckily, we have human health insurance so we don’t have to worry about situations like this.  I can’t imagine what families go through when this happens to people.

The part that really scares me though, is now that our liquid savings is in it’s depleted state, what if something else happens?  What if our families need our help?  Which relates back to the previous section.  It just made me realize how fragile everything is.

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I have also learned that someone I care about attempted suicide.  I still haven’t fully digested this one yet and am not ready to write about my feelings regarding it.

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On a lighter note, I am moving in with a lovely married couple to finish out my research.  No, I am not moving out of the city because my place was broken into.  I love the city and would love to stay here, but my lease is up and it would be incredibly expensive to find a short term lease here.  They offered, they are cool, so I accepted.  This makes the “weird fucking month” post because when I actually think about it, it’s weird.  I am moving in with two people who are married.  I think of all of the weird shit that my husband and I do at home and realize that I will probably witness some their weird shit, though I feel like I’ve already seen plenty of their weird shit.  I also sort of feel like “that girl” who doesn’t have her life together and has to crash with friends.  It will be more fun than weird though, but I had to note it because this just doesn’t happen every month.

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Resolutions update.

I have been working hard on my dissertation – six hours of real actual work every weekday.  I haven’t been totally miserable doing it, but I don’t know if I can say if I am enjoying it.  Maybe occasionally.  I remember once instance this month of feeling happy doing research.  I am just doing it, but it’s better than I’ve felt about it ever, so that’s a start to enjoying doing my research.

What is good is even with this nutjob month, I have kept my focus.  I have not missed an hour of work.  This is incredible progress for me, because I am a serious tense-afraid type procrastinator.  Here is the description, with the parts left out that do not describe me, courtesy of wikipedia

The tense-afraid type of procrastinator usually feels overwhelmed with pressure, unrealistic about time, uncertain about goals and many other negative feelings. Feeling that they lack the ability or focus to successfully complete their work, they tell themselves that they need to unwind and relax, that it’s better to take it easy for the afternoon, for example, and start afresh in the morning. They usually have grandiose plans that aren’t realistic. Their ‘relaxing’ is often temporary and ineffective, and leads to even more stress as time runs out, deadlines approach and the person feels increasingly guilty and apprehensive. This behavior becomes a cycle of failure and delay, as plans and goals are put off, penciled into the following day or week in the diary again and again.

I have also been keeping up with ballet.  Classes start next week, I am excited.  I haven’t been working out at the gym as much as I would like, but ballet is a pretty good work out.

I’m not sure if I am being a better wife or not.  I’m not even really sure what that means, it’s a pretty vague resolution, since I am at least a decent wife to begin with.  Anyway, probably not any better than usual.  My dissertation has kind of put me in the self-absorbed state, which I don’t really like.

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Tour of Philadelphia

October 1, 2008 · Leave a Comment

I got to take a one hour tour of Philadelphia for only $1.45.  It was so awesome!  It started in Society Hill.  We went by all of these historical homes and parks.  Once on Walnut Street, we went past the ritzy part of town…got to do some window shopping of clothing that I could never afford.  Starting heading into southwest Philadelphia where there was a great view of University City from afar.  There were a lot of homes with real charm in this neighborhood.  Continued up to 50th and Woodland where I saw a drug deal and a drunk person.  Then the tour took me back to Society Hill through a different part of Center City.  There were no announcements, it was kind of a self-guided tour…I mean, what do you expect for $1.45?

So what really happened was I took a different bus to get to school because the one I usually take hadn’t come for 20 minutes and it’s supposed to come every 10 minutes.  Apparently the bus I chose doesn’t always do the same loop (it only goes to my school sometimes) and instead of taking me to school, it took me to the ghetto…then I got to ride it right back home.  Awesome.  Missed a meeting because of it.

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Gym membership and other bitchings

September 25, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Today I signed up for a gym membership through my school and I am happy.  Running in the city is harder than I thought.  There are so many people on the sidewalks during the day and it’s not really safe to go at night.

I should have just done it like 3 weeks ago, but quite frankly, I am sick of spending money.  It seems like everything has been an upfront cost…pay now, enjoy slowly over the next year.  From July until just recently, we have been shelling out money left and right…all up front costs.  We pretty much blew through about $10000 like nothing in the month of August for security deposits on two new places, getting our stuff and ourselves across the country, buying almost all new furniture for the new place in Tucson and bedroom furniture for the place in Philly…not to mention that in August we had 3 residences are were paying rent on all of them.  I’m not saying that it cost us $10000, because we did sell all of our old furniture (and almost broke even with this and what not moving it saved us), got a small moving stipend from his job, got the security deposit back on our old place, etc, but that much money went out and it left a bad taste in my mouth.  I should say, we don’t really believe in financing, so we had to pull money out of the savings account.  Watching your savings account drop by an order of magnitude is not cool.

My point being the last thing I wanted to do was pay upfront $250 to join a gym especially right after I was informed that I had to pay $140 for a bunch of shitty articles from Harvard Business school.  Weak.  Fuck the Ivy League.  It’s a total crock of shit with their articles and non-free gyms.

This blog leads me to this video, which is awful…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cGcqP0iJe0

Some day, I may devote an entire blog to this video.

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I am a feng shui handyperson

September 10, 2008 · Leave a Comment

So far in our new place, I have fixed a door that wouldn’t shut and a running toilet.  Dad, you would be proud, though you will never see this because you probably have no clue what a blog is.

The door was easy, but it took some “innovation”.  My “innovation” was covering the edge of the door and the jamb with lotion.  Works…and smells nice.

The toilet was tougher.  I spent about 15 minutes learning exactly how the toilet works.  Then I adjusted the floating ball so that the water level was lower, makes the toilet shut off faster.  This was probably not necessary, but at least we’ll use less water.  The problem was the with chain that pulled the valve up.  It was pulling the valve up and to the side, instead of straight up, so the valve would land crooked and leak.

In Feng Shui, having a leaking toilet or faucet is bad for your financial situation…like letting money go down the drain.  I do not need any more money problems in this household, it’s pretty much a money drain as it is.  Whether or not you take Feng Shui literally, a running toilet can really drive someone to madness.

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Like a ton of bricks

September 2, 2008 · 1 Comment

Today, from my office mate, I received a set of chopsticks from Beijing that he got for me while he was at the Olympics.  Lucky.  I was really excited about them and thought, “I can’t wait to go home and show my husband,”  only to (finally) realize that our home in Delaware no longer exists and we are like 30093493 miles apart.

This is the first time it has actually hit me.  I guess because all of the excitement of moving is gone.

Long distance relationships suck and don’t let anyone tell you any differently.

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Freedom!

August 20, 2008 · Leave a Comment

We have our own internet now!  So much better than stealing the neighbors…

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Moving surprises…

August 16, 2008 · 2 Comments

I have moved a lot in the last 8 years. Each time, I have moved into a place that was generally better than the previous place. However, this doesn’t mean that there weren’t surprises each time.

From home to dorm – got to live on my own with the lovely Ari, but often smelled like farts and there was a girl down the hall that always ate all of our food. When we left this place, Ari and I farted in the room and closed the door, then turned in our keys.

From dorm to college apartment – not in the dorm, but really small for 5 girls. I actually can’t complain about this place too much, we lived there for 2 years and pretty much loved it.

From college apartment to college house – had my own room, but there were too many people and I didn’t like some of them very much. One was a kleptomaniac – seriously. We did a covert operation and broke into her room – ended with police being called on her.

From college house to grad school apartment – didn’t have loud roommates, moved in with future husband, but once there was police tape around our entire building blocking the doors and the neighbors dog peed on my husband and me (twice).

From grad school apartment to grad school townhome – bigger, much nicer, but we had a bitchy property manager that loved to leave notes attached to our doorknob with a rubberband.

From grad school townhome to post grad school home – nicer, two kitchen sinks, two full baths with large bathtub, have 4 of our own walls with huge windows and skylights. Still renting, but feels more like our own. The surprise here – THERE IS NO WASHER OR DRYER!!!!! How did we miss that in the paperwork?

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If you come to Tucson and visit…

August 13, 2008 · Leave a Comment

you’ll get to sleep on this…

Something this beautiful should not even be called a futon

Something this beautiful should not even be called a futon

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Tip for marital bliss

August 12, 2008 · 1 Comment

Marry someone who has good taste in furniture.

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