We're in Delaware!

You know what's interesting about that?
Nothing! Moving on...

Pennsylvania

We just crossed over into Pennsylvania. It's not terribly interesting but this guy seems oddly enthusiastic about it.... :-P

Leaving NJ

It's kind of sad but we just finished loading up the car and are on our way to North Carolina. I'll miss everything and everyone here but it should be a great adventure and I'm glad I have Josh with me. So goodbye Randolph, goodbye FDU, goodbye Bridgewater and goodbye all of you. It's been a blast.

I'll be posting here throughout the trip.

I'm Real People Now

Okay I'm almost real people. This past semester was my last semester of college so I'm done for good unless insanity strikes and I decide to go to grad school or go back to teaching. But until then I am done and this was very, very exciting... Until reality started setting in. I'm a college graduate now, I need a job, a real job, to pay bills, all sorts of bills. There are bills that I never even knew existed up until this point.

I should probably back up a bit. Before the start of this school year boyfriend Josh and I decided that we were tired of winter and living with our parents (whom we still love) and decided to move. After doing a bit of research on where we wanted to go, what jobs were around what areas, and other factors we decided on North Carolina. We started looking at places and even went down for a week this past August to look at apartments.

It was pretty cool and we loved the area so we decided to apply for an apartment. Fast forward a few months later and we were told we had been approved for the apartment and would be put on a wait list for any apartments in February. We went on finishing up our last semesters excited about the idea that we would be moving. Fast forward till now. It's January and we've picked our apartment, we even signed the lease for it. You know that excitement before I mentioned? About the idea of moving in? Yeah, well now it's excitement mixed with "Oh shit, we're actually moving in a month," mixed with "Oh wait we need renter's insurance?", "We need jobs!" and with a health dose of "How are we going to get all this stuff down there?"

The move is still exciting and we are looking forward to it but as I'm sure most people are aware of, picking up and moving from one state to another is a special kind of burning place of damnation. The kind of Hell where everything you have to do beforehand is always in the state you're not currently in. The kind of Hell where you have little to no idea what is important to bring with out and what you should just throw out because when on Earth are you going to use a broken samurai sword? The special kind of Hell where you're still living with both of your parents and all of your stuff is conveniently split up into two separate houses.

That particularly has been kind of a pain, or a lot of one. We've been slowly moving all of my stuff from my house to boyfriend's house and then packing it into a POD, which is just a large storage unit that gets delivered from one place to wherever you want it to go. As a result we've spent a pretty good amount of time at both houses.

Which was not so bad but different enough that our gliders noticed. It was so different in fact, that Momo felt the need to comment on it every night we stayed at my house. When they come to my house both Momo and her new sister Kiki, stay in a small travel cage.

This is Kiki :)

 Every, single, night in that cage Momo feels the need to come remind us that they're not in their normal cage and something weird is going on. This would be adorable because she makes this face:

Wat's wrong Mommy?

Except that she does this every morning at 3 am. Every 3 a.m we woke up to barking alerting us to the fact that we were somewhere different.

We've had to do this for a few weeks and she still hasn't quite figured it out. There's still a month before it have to move and still a few trips to my house in between now and then. It's going to be a bit of a pain but we'll muscle through it. In the meantime I'll keep posting our trials and pains for the amusement of the internet.

The Many Adventures of Mo: Part...Something

A while ago, Josh and I were shown a video of this guy opening up a "Cool Whip" container to reveal eight Momos (sugar gliders) packed into it for cuddle time. It was adorable, I highly recommend watching it. In fact, go do that. Right now. Here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqSGJzSiz5s

Now go watch. Don't worry, I'll wait.....

Daww, they're so little ^_^. Anyway, today Josh and I were having pie.

And we of course had to have "Cool Whip" which lead to this discussion:

Josh: We should put Momo in this.

Me: What? No, why would we- *GASP* Oh my God, YES! That would be adorable!

So after we were done with pie Josh proceeded to clean out the container and cut a hole in the side for Momo. And this was the result:

That's right, Momo has a fortress now. You know you're jelly :P.

Why Technology and I Don't Talk Much

It would appear that technology and I have a very tremulous relationship, especially technology that doesn’t belong to me. Recently my phone suffered from a serious fall which shattered the glass screen. Amazingly the touch screen and phone itself still seem to work. However, I do have some reservations about putting a pane of shattered glass to my face so Josh was kind enough to lend me his phone until he can either fix mine or I get a new one. I’ve used Josh’s phone before, if only just to play Robot Unicorn Attack and Fruit Ninja, and my phone was similar to his. So I did have a good grasp on how the phone worked prior to receiving it. I’ve borrowed his phone many times before this, in very brief snippets and had never run into any problems but this time the phone seemed to sense that something was different. I can only assume that the phone now realized that I was acting as its primary handler and responded poorly to this. Anything I asked it to do was met with either defiance or a completely different action altogether. The first few interactions between Josh’s phone and I went something like this:

Me: Phone would you mind dialing the number of my friend Kat?

Phone: No.

Me: Please phone? I would very much appreciate it.

Phone: No. And now I’m going to turn off for no reason because I hate you!

Me: Phone, that’s not very nice, now please turn back on and dial Kat’s number.

Phone: No! I’m going to freeze at the home page and not let you do anything now!

Me: Now phone…

Phone: F*** You! You’re not my dad! You can’t tell me what to do! I’m going to shut off again for no good reason!

After a few minutes of arguing back and forth like this I finally get the phone to work properly and seemingly regretting how it behaved before, the phone was now trying to be super helpful to the point of annoyance. 

Phone: You want to dial Kat? Here, and I’ll dial your friend Nick for you too!

Me: No phone that’s not necessary I only want to talk to Kat, please don’t dial Nick.

Phone: Toooooo latttttte :D

After hanging up on both my friends I receive a call back from my friend Kat who I’d been trying to reach for the past twenty minutes. Everything at this point seemed to be going fine until the phone decided to be annoyingly helpful again.

Phone: Do you still want me to call Kat? Here, I’ll call her now!

Me: No phone! I’m already talking to her you don’t need to dial her again..ah OK fine. -.-

The phone’s helpfulness didn’t seem to get in the way too much that time and I was able to complete my phone call with only some minor confusion. As I was walking back from the car the phone seemed to get the impression that I was angry with it and tried to make nice.

Phone: Are you mad? I’m sorry. Here, let me call girlfriend and you will feel better.

Me: No phone I am girlfriend, I do not need to talk to me to feel better, stop it!

I guess I hurt the phone’s feelings after that because it proceeded to stop talking to me for the rest of the evening. We clearly need to work on our communication skills whilst my phone is in the process of being broken.

P.S. Sorry for no pictures but my laptop is also broken and I do not have Photoshop on my old computer. Here's a picture of Momo in a coconut to make up for it. :P

The Story of Mo

Earlier this year, my boyfriend Josh and I decided it would be a good idea to get a sugar glider. For those of you who don’t know what that is and don’t want to use the Google search bar at the top of the screen, a sugar glider is a small marsupial that you can keep as pets. They are adorable and look like this:

This is is HER blueberry. You may not haz it.

They originally come from Australia but the place we got her from apparently raises them in Florida and then just brings them all over the place to adopt them out. They happened to be at the mall near Josh’s house one weekend which lead to this conversation:

Josh: I want one.

Me: Ok.

Josh: No seriously, I want one.

Me: Ok. Let’s do it.
Josh: No you don't understand I've wanted one for like, four years.
Me: Ok, so let's do it then.

Josh: Wha- What? Really?

Me: Yeah we’ll split the cost.

Josh: Awesome! Let’s get one tomorrow.

And so we did. The next day we were off to the mall again as soon as it opened. We pooled the money in our wallets together and managed to scrounge up enough money for a glider and a little extra just in case. When the stand finally opened we were told all they had left were girls.

This is what they would all look like if they had bows on :)

It was our understanding that there wasn’t much difference between them and we were happy to take home a girl. We had even come up with a name for her, Momo, after the lemur from “Avatar the Last Airbender”.

We gave the sugar glider guy the money and he picked one out for us commenting, “She’s on the smaller side but she’s active.” He wasn’t kidding. When we first brought her home we were instructed not to hold her or handle her very much for the first two days. So for two days we kept her in her cage with some clothing that smelled like Josh and I. She alternated from running around the cage in circles like a maniac and burrowing in the mountain of clothes we had provided her on the top of her heat rock.

I'm hiding!

We finally got to the point where we could start taking her out and handling her. We were excited, Momo was not. She clamored in desperation to get away from us. Pushing and biting as hard as she possibly could.  There was a certain way we were told to hold her to help her bond to us more but she was clearly having none of it. It became a huge stress for everyone involved partly due to her still being terrified of us and partly due to our inexperience with her. After a few days our grips got better and she began to mellow out. During this time we decided to try to teach her to stay on us when we had her on us. The way we were told to do this was to put her on a shoulder and constantly walk around a room with tile or hard wood floor. The logic was she couldn’t figure out where she wanted to jump off too if she were constantly moving and if she did decide to make a grand leap of faith she would land on a hard floor which would be ouchy. Trust me it sounds a lot meaner than it actually is, and it’s much better than the alternative of having her jump off and running away somewhere. We chose Josh’s bathroom since it was the only room we could close off that had hard floors. We closed the toilet and took every conceivably dangerous object out in the open and put them away. Josh started with Momo on his shoulder first. He walked around the bathroom in circles while I watched. Momo, who clearly did not enjoy being on this strange human, was scampering from shoulder to shoulder, trying to figure out a way off.

Momo stayed on Josh for a good while, he moved around too much for her to actually lock on anywhere. Finally she began trying to jump off. The first few times she hit the floor and was rather reluctant to try jumping again. Eventually the fear of the bespectacled giant she was attached to would win out and she would make a daring leap, only to land on the floor again. She did this several times in the half an hour we had been in the bathroom. At one point Josh couldn’t get around me fast enough. Momo took this time to leap into the air, right onto my face.

You can't see it but I'm frowning under there.

While she hadn’t landed on the floor she found that what she landed on wasn’t much better. This was a new giant and didn’t seem all that happy with a Momo attached to its face. (There wasn’t much panic in this event I just didn’t expect it and her nails were kind of sharp).  Before I could grab her she ran off my face and onto my shoulder to prepare to launch herself elsewhere. I took Josh’s place and began wandering around the bathroom to keep her on me. Josh in the meantime was looking at all of this in hysterics. When he stopped laughing I looked at him and said “We’re renaming her Heady Lamarr.” Josh said, "no."

Head crabs are from the "Half Life" series which is made by Valve :D

After awhile Momo began to get used to us more and actually started to relax around us. We started introducing her to other people when she was very little and now she’s become very good with meeting people. We’ve had her for a little over seven months now and she’s bonded to us quite well. We now joke that we’re her parents and she’s the baby. She’s become Josh’s little angel.

Twue Wuv. <3 :P

And my little buddy :)