Effable

Effable is the ability to describe something with words. So let me describe to you why I fell off the A-Z wagon so soon.  I explained that the D post was delayed simply because I needed some mulling-over time before I published that one. But, I habe no excuse for E, and F other than I got busy. That pesky life, it does get in the way, doesn't it?
Friday after a really busy day at work, I had just enough time to come home and shower before going out to a friend's birthday party. We went to this pretty cool bar in Korea Town called Lock & Key. I'd nevber been to K-town and nor do I plan to go back at night by myself since it's kinda sketchy, but the bar was pretty cool. After the bouncer checks your ID, he lets you into a dark room with hundreds of door knobs covering the walls wishes you luck. That's right, you have to find whihc door knob leads to an actual door that goes into the bar.  It's pretty cool.  So needles to say, coming home buzzed and exhausted was no time to write a blog.

Saturday was International TableTop Day!!! So Boyfriend and I made the trek into Hollywood to go to Meltdown Comics for their tabe top event. But it was cancelled. Because. So I bought the greatest T-Shirt ever, and then we ran a bunch of very-necessary-but-we'd-been-puting-them-off-forever-so-we-really-should-do-them-now-since-we're-already-out-and-about errands.

BEST. T-SHIRT. EVER.

Then we decided to have our own TableTop Day event with our friends and we played Clue: The Great Museum Caper, a game I hadn't played in about 15 years. It was just as fun as I remembered it! Then we went home and went to bed.

Sunday we took Leeloo to the park because she loves the park. We packed a small picnic and listened to our baby whimper and wine with excitement all the way up the winding hills to Lake Hollywood Park. Leeloo really likes being around other dogs and will run and play for a while, but she mostly just likes to sit on the picnic blanket and just wtach everything that goes on. She's kind of like me in that respect.  I like to feel included or asked to join the party, but I always feel more comfortable just observing everything. I guess people really are like their pets...

Look at that happy dog!

After we got home I made it my mission to do all of Leeloo's laundry (she has a lot, actually) because apparently it's flea season and supposedly our neighbor (who happens to be a dog groomer) said Leeloo might have a flea or two. In between tips down to the laundry room, Boyfriend and I caught up with another NY transplant friend of ours who we hadn't seen in forever. Then, after everything, it was time for dinner and catching up on @Midnight and then I had to go to bed.

Whew. No wonder I felt like I barely had a weekend!

So there: Effable. I explained things. With words.

A is for April: It's back!

Once again, I am stepping up to the A-Z Blogging Challenge while at the same time demonstrating my amazing ability to bite off more than I can chew! Ta Da!!!
I'm starting off with the oh-so original title of "A is for April," because...well, duh. It's April. April is also my birthday month as I'm sure I've mentioned before. A is also the first letter of the word adjustment, and anxiety, and boy howdy am I experiencing just that these days.


To say that I've had trouble adjusting to life in California, would be an understatement. It was the biggest move I ever made in my life. I know I've said all of this before, but I'm probably going to continue talking about it (hopefully less and less as time goes on) until I finally feel "at home" here.  Thankfully, I have noticed that my anxiety has gone through some positive adjustments here. I find more and more that when I am anxious I can pinpoint a source or a cause or a "thing" I am anxious about, unlike while living in NY my anxiety seemed to have a life of its own. I look back and can see that my anxiety in NY was dancing on the fine line between general anxiety and paranoia.  But here in California, I can tell myself that when I check that the door is locked for the 3rd time before bed, or ask Boyfriend where the dog is for the umpteenth time (she's in her bed) I can trace these anxious behaviors to anxiety we both feel about paying bills and the frustration of building our life from scratch in a brand new place. It's normal anxiety. It's not fun, but it's anxiety that makes sense.  Now, my social anxiety? Well that's a whole other story.  So, am I adjusting? Yes. Am I anxious? Fuck yes.  But am I the crumbling cracked-up mess of a person barely being held together by old chewing gum and left over packaging tape that I was 5 months ago?  Only sometimes.  

Hey, I'll take it.

Also, Leeloo is totes a California girl now, so we can't move again.