31 posts tagged “qotd”
What do you like to make or order for brunch?
Usually for me, brunch is a breakfast-for-lunch kind of thing. With my mom, it was usually bacon and muffins, with icy cold milk to drink. When I make it for me and Evan (like I did this morning), it's my cinnamon-brown sugar pancakes and bacon, sometimes with eggs, usually scrambled, sometimes an omelet instead. Still with milk.
That was seriously tasty food this morning. Yum.
Do you play any musical instruments?
I do, or rather, I did. It's been a few years and I'm not exactly in practice. I've managed to teach myself a little about the piano over the years, but my only formal instruction (if you can call being in the band in sixth-twelfth grade and one year in college "formal") is in flute/piccolo. By my senior year, I was actually pretty decent, and even got to pick up a solo during our spring stage show. Of course, it was during a movie montage segment so when they did the video they played the movie directly, which resulted in not being able to see who was actually playing. That year he did list soloists in the credits, however, so you'll have to take his word for it, I guess.
Last night was odd. Between Evan and I we kept waking up for stuff, including one point during the night where he thought he needed to turn on the light (which woke me up) and look for something. Apparently he has pretty vivid dreams.
Waking up was also difficult because I was dreaming when the alarm went off. What I remember now is writing an essay to try to get accepted at some store that involved scent stuff and maybe cars. Megan, the girl I worked with who's about to have a baby called me on the phone and we were talking about jobs. The interview I had involved them asking me why I was there, if I was such a decent writer, and I think the lady who interviewed me was the chick who played Ana-Lucia on LOST. Shouldn't be much of a surprise then that later on in the dream she got shot by all of her co-workers and her husband--apparently it was some sort of suicide thing that she'd talked them into.
So once she was killed, the rest of us (though I'm not sure where all the people came from) were going to walk home, except the bridge we wanted to use was kind of messed up, so we were going to have to go around the long way.
Then we went to this kind of mall-type place but we were also living there, and I got into some kind of radio competition trivia contest thing. There were four questions and I'd been the first to answer the first three right. I was just getting ready to answer the fourth question when my headphones/microphone died on me, despite the fact that I was yelling as loudly as I could into it. So someone else won, and when I tried to get ahold of the radio guys to tell them what had happened, they were gone.
Don't remember much else because the alarm started going off.
Work today and the next five days. Need to drop off the rent check and water bill on the way out this morning. Feeling sleepy, and kind of hoping I get put on void/overstock/comping duty so I don't have to run register. Kind of tempted to call off, but money is good.
The cat is yowling rather insistently, but I can't tell why.
Time to get ready.
Do you like surprises?
Usually, yes, though it's extremely rare for me to actually be surprised by something, be it a gift, a story, or a situation. For whatever reason, I tend to pick up on cues and clues more readily that most and usually have a pretty good idea of what's coming.
When I am surprised, however, I tend to be pleased, because it's just that much harder for it to happen.
Bleh.
Am feeling distinctly out of it today, and I'm not really sure why, or how to fix it. None of the usual really seems to be helping, and I'm suspicious that it's the lack of supplemental hormones that my body's gotten used to, more or less. Thankfully we'll be resuming that routine tomorrow, so perhaps that will help. Also possible that I just slept too much and that's why I'm grouchy and have a headache. Third possible cause is distinct lack of husband around the house this morning, which would usually be enough to bring me out of a bad mood. Right now I just miss him and wish he was here, despite the fact that he's only been gone for a little more than an hour and probably won't be gone more than another hour. I still don't like that he goes out and games both days of our two days off even if he's only gone a few hours each day. Yet I really don't know what we'd be doing that would be so special if he was here. Not to mention the whole thing is his only time to really get out of the house and do something besides here and work.
Mehhh. Feeling distinctly selfish and grouchy over the whole thing and hoping it'll pass. Pardon my whining.
Let's make a list. What are 20 things in your life that you're grateful for?
Inspired by wyndslash.vox.com.
- My husband. Without Evan, I don't know where I'd be, given that pretty much the entirety of my college career and everything thereafter, to this point, have been related to or influenced by having him in my life. Almost lost him once, don't intend to do it again.
- Our jobs, which allow us to have the comforts that we love, even if they do totally suck from time to time.
- My loves, who keep me company, love me, and offer the sort of friendship and companionship that I didn't think I'd ever be able to have with more than one person.
- Friends and family, which I suppose is a given. Though also a burden, at times, it would be difficult without them.
- My cat, even if she is a pain in the butt. Sometimes that little fuzzball curled up next to me purring just because I'm there is the best feeling in the world.
- The interwebs! Without my looovely connection to the internet (see number 2), I would surely be bored to death, given that on the overall, it's one of the cheapest forms of entertainment available to me. Besides, without it, I would lose contact with a lot of the people who relate to numbers three and four. And that would suck mightily.
- Books! Some of them suck, some of them change our lives, but it would be really really tough for me to not read as much as I make a habit of now. (Also relating to number 2, I suppose.)
- Managers at work who are competent and understand that I don't want to be a register monkey five days a week. It doesn't hurt that this decision is starting to be bad for the company (given that the more tired I get, the less likely I am to meet certain goals the company expects), but the fact that I haven't been stuck up at the front of the store all day more than a few times in the past couple of weeks has put an entirely new perspective on my job. And it's a good one.
- The life experiences my mother worked really hard to earn for me when I was a kid. Again, number four, but more so. My mom was a single parent and worked insanely hard and saved up so that I could go on trips and get the heck out of my hometown even when I was still in elementary school. She wanted me to see that there was a world outside of West Virginia, and so I got to see Boston, New York, Atlanta, and a few other places before I'd even been to high school. Not to mention the camp I went to in middle school over the summer where I learned that, to an extent, I could do math and use computers. Too bad the rest of my education futzed that up. But thanks, Mom. Those trips changed me, and more or less for the best.
- Wow, only halfway already? Let's see. Our car, Ruby, a 2004 Ford Escape. After our previous car, a 1992 Buick Skylark, something that doesn't have a part failing every three months is a blessed escape.
- Apartments, like ours, that come with parking spaces at no extra charge. My old one didn't, and parking is hell in Morgantown. Enough said.
- Apartments that allow cats! Mudd is good practice for childrens, somewhere down the line. And the pet fees here are quite reasonable.
- Chocolate. Yes, I know I've pretty much been dragged into the cultural assumptions about it, but hey. Knowing that doesn't keep it from tasting good and making me happy in the process.
- Other food yummies, such as steak, bacon, cheese, turkey, potatoes, pumpkin...yeah, I'm into the comfort foods, just a bit.
- The coffee shop in the store where I work. It's fun to work there from time to time and earn some tips, and make some good coffee. And the occasional tasty coffee drink at cheap prices is good too! (Iced mocha ftw~)
- All right, something not food-related. Ah! The good people at Ortho, who allow me to stay without kids until we're ready for them. Someday, but not yet.
- Everyone who worked to make Evan's and my wedding as absolutely awesome as it was. With only one or two little flub-ups, one of which was definitely a human error on my part, I really couldn't have asked for a better day.
- Fall. The cooling days, breezes, and colorful trees mark one of my favorite times of year, and the anticipation of all that snow is usually exciting, instead of dreadful, as it is come January. Winter in Morgantown is grey, grey, grey, and by then it all gets rather monotonous. But at this point in the year, I'm always excited for it. That little shift between seasons, no matter what the seasons are, always gets me excited.
- Alcohol, in moderation. It's a nice feeling to let go, from time to time.
- Clothes that fit. Hard to find, but oh-so-fulfilling when you do. There's nothing like knowing you look good.
Well, there's my twenty. Hope that wasn't too boring, eh? I have a couple book notes to make soon, but I've got thirty or so pages left in the one I'm reading now, and not enough time to talk about both of them. Tonight, perhaps. My schedule changed, so now I'm working today and tomorrow when I originally had them off, but I'll be off Saturday, which goes well with my Sunday off that was already scheduled. So just extending the work week a little bit, eh?
What TV show(s) will you be watching this season? Why?
Submitted by ducnly.vox.com.
Oooh. Well, the obvious repeaters are LOST and Project Runway, though sadly the new season of the latter is almost over. Thankfully Bravo replays it to death so I'm pretty much caught up there. LOST starts up again next week, with a 'recap' episode due this week. We also like Deal or No Deal a lot, but not to the point of watching it religiously or anything, but given that it doesn't have a "plot," that's understandable. Law and Order: SVU is much the same, as we can catch it on repeats as well as when the new ones are on.
Our newest venture is Kidnapped, on NBC, but as we're only one episode in, it's hard to tell where it'll go. So far, it looks at least mildly interesting. NBC is also providing Heroes, and who are we to resist more superhero programming? Worth a shot, at least.
That's about all I can think of at the moment~
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Morning person, beyond a shadow of a doubt. I can stay up late, from time to time, but it's a real effort. Unless I've done that, though, mornings are one of the easiest things in the world for me. When I was in junior high and high school, I perfected the art of sleeping as absolutely late as I could (which was usually five-thirtyish, given how early school started back then) and then getting ready and being up and out the door in five to ten minutes. This involved taking showers the night before, but I figure that way you go to bed clean, which is good.
In college, I would do much the same, though I added enough allowance to get up and check my regular battery of sites before heading out the door. So if I had an 8:30 class, I'd want to be out the door at 8:20 or so. I could get up at 8 no problem and make it in time 99% of the time. So, yeah. The instant my alarm goes off and I open my eyes, I'm wide awake.
My mom is just about the exact opposite. To get out the door by 6am, she would get up at 4:30, make herself several cups of tea, shower, and finally drag herself out barely on time. I don't know if it was because of her being this way, or just genetics that I was lucky and am able to wake up as quickly as I have to. Even now, we leave at 8:30, but I get up at 7:30 to be able to get on here, write my morning entry, and generally give Evan enough time to do more or less the same. I could sleep in later but it wouldn't give me the time I like to check websites and whatnot.
In other subjects, the drive down yesterday was fairly uneventful, though it rained pretty much the whole way. In fact, it just started raining again. Here's hoping it'll stop by noon, ugh. The wedding is at one, and we need to be there by 12:30, so as long as we can get out the door without getting soaked, I'll be happy. Of course I'll have my camera on hand to take plenty of pictures, hee.
Last night I had a very odd dining experience. We went to this place called K&W Cafeteria, which was dinner like I'd never had it before. It was very much like going through the lunch line at school or something, and very awkward for me. I was utterly self-conscious and 'please' and 'thank-you'ing all the staff to death. Once you collected your foods, you got a receipt for your party then went into the dining area. You unloaded your various plates and bowls and etcetera onto the table, and took the trays to a preordained dropping point. It was very, very strange, but the food was actually pretty decent. There were a lot of older people there, but I guess I can understand why.
The guy that my mother-in-law is marrying is nice enough, though he's a bit of the demonstrative sort. They seem to enjoy each others' company, though, which is a step in the right direction, eh? The ceremony's not any big thing, but it will be in the church where I'd have had mine had we still lived here, and there's a lunch after at the country club, and dinner later tonight at some Italian restaurant. Wish me luck with all the various family that I have yet to meet--Evan owes me big time in payback after what some of mine put him through when they first met him!
I suppose that's about all for now. The rain's already lighter but not stopping as far as I can tell.
Ta~
What's the last thing you crafted, constructed or created yourself?
Actually... today at work, one of my managers, D, came in to buy a present for his friend's daughter because it was her birthday. He bought the book and some tissue paper. I looked up at him, eyebrow arched. "You can't just wrap it in tissue paper, D!" He looked skeptical. "Well, you can't." "You do it," he challenged, not knowing of my predilection for wrapping arts. So I did. And made a damn spiffy bow out of the leftover tissue paper, too. So, yesh. In that way, I am crafty. Tomorrow I have to wrap a little thank-you gift for my mother-in-law for letting us stay at her house. And Christmas is well on the way, which only puts me even more in the wrapping mood, yay.
Tonight turned out really well. Evan and I went to dinner and shopping with J, in which we returned her PS2 games and got our wedding picture CD back to take to his home this weekend. We also got our "anniversary" (five years since we met/started dating) gifts today. I picked up the newly-released Llewellyn Tarot that came with deck, bag, and book, and he got Disgaea 2. Too bad we won't be able to do much with either all weekend. Ah, well.
Next week I have such a lovely schedule--two days off right in the middle of the week. Woo. So I'm sure we'll both get use out of them in good time.
Today at work was pretty good, and apparently they were going to let me do shipment instead of register again, but then the guy who would have had to take register started complaining. Meh. But I did all right and the day wasn't too terribly obnoxious.
Xenocide came in on the truck this week (though I had to go through the MM trays to find it today) and I just finished Shadow of the Giant, so I've started in on it as well now. So far, so good. I'm glad to be back on the Ender story, though the Bean plotline was interesting, too.
Tonight I'll be staying up as late as I can, and then getting up in the morning to pack while Evan puts in a short day at work, as he didn't have quite enough PTO to get the whole day off.
Anyway, I might update again in the morning. Until then~
What do you collect?
Ooh. Lots of things, really, though most of them are more "what have you collected" than "what do you collect."
As a kid, I collected the Russ brand Trolls--but not the other kinds. I have more than 300, all boxed up at my parents' house, waiting for me to collect them someday and/or put them up on eBay should they ever attain any worthwhile value.
I've also collected the works of Andrew Lloyd Webber, including as many DVDs and CDs as I can get ahold of, and also have quite a few "coffee table books" about him or his work, as well. Probably the reason I know so damn much about the man.
I have a small collection of plush dolls, some of which are actually from Japan. Whee.
Lately my acquisitions are a bit less tangible. I like to find as many versions possible of songs that I like. For example, there were a lot of songs combined into Moulin Rouge when they made the movie. I have most of them in their original form now, too. Recently I managed to snag the entirety of Jesus Christ Superstar in Japanese. Evan and I have, between us, at least three or four copies of the Ben Folds song Philosophy, because it's one of my favorites, and it's still bugging me that I can't get 'Kane wo Kaese (Bitch)' in the Japanese version, though I can hear it at the local B&N.
Evan collects a bit more than I do, since he plays a few different games that involve collecting all the little cards and pieces and whatnot for them. I don't tend to be terribly good at those sorts of games, so that's not something I'm into.
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In other news, life has been dull and potentially frustrating. Mostly it's the fact that despite having a little bit of time every night to do whatever I want, I'm always at work until around seven and then need to go to bed by ten or eleven. In the time I have at home in the evenings I usually make dinner, which cuts into my time even more. Today I'll be finishing up five days of work, and then I'll be off tomorrow, and then do four more days so that I can have next Friday off for Evan's mom's wedding. Not really looking forward to it, given that it's the five year anniversary of our meeting as well, and we were planning on something else entirely. Oh, well.
I don't really have a lot to say as far as personal updates go, I guess. I've been reading a bit, mostly because I finally got nudged into reading Ender's Game. That was quickly followed by Ender's Shadow, and then Speaker for the Dead. On a whim and after yesterday's post, I stopped with Card for a while and am taking the time to read Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, which I hear is relevant to my interests. Ahem.
I'll be glad to actually go home at five today.
What are your personal memories of September 11th?
I figured this was coming up, which is why I didn't write about it earlier, especially given my normal frustration with answering the QotD before it is a QotD. Though I still kind of addressed that whole issue yesterday, didn't I? Oh, well.
It was my first semester of college, and it was a Tuesday. I had an 8:30am class, so I was up and out the door before it happened. There were only five people in the class (what else do you expect of a course called 'Memory as Technology from Plato to The Matrix'?) so the professor had decreed that we would meet in a local coffeeshop instead of the classroom that the university had assigned us. So there we were, the five of us and Sandy, the professor, all ensconced in the back room of the shop, talking about God knows what kind of obscure topic. If the syllabus I referenced up there is correct, looks like it was Blade Runner. The syllabus would indicate that the 11th was a Tuesday (which it was, in 2001), and a quick look at the computer's calendar shows that there hasn't been a Tuesday, Sept. 11th since then, so yeah. That would have been it.
Oddly enough, there was a television in the shop, and I kind of vaguely remember the news being on, too. But somehow we managed to miss actually seeing what was going on. I remember the casual conversation we all had as we left class about fifteen minutes early (around 9:30ish) and parted ways as I trudged back up to my dorm room. A lot of the doors on my floor were open, but given that it was September and our building didn't have air conditioning, that wasn't terribly unexpected.
I sat down, loaded up the internet on my roommate's computer (freshman year, I didn't have my own), and hopped onto the messageboard that I frequented at the time. There was kind of a confused, offhand reference to planes and the WTC, and I went over to some news site which had a fairly garbled description of what they thought might have happened--at that time it was still presumed to be an accident, I believe. News junkie that I am, I flipped on the TV then just in time to see the replay of one of the towers--the first, I believe--collapsing. I then realized that everyone in my hall not only had their doors open, but that I could hear the same broadcast I was listening to echoing down the hallway, too, as everyone else was also watching it. I remember being absolutely stunned, as they talked about what had happened and when, that we had been in the store with the TV on and still missed it.
I eventually had the presence of mind to call my grandparents, but Mom and Dad were long distance (in Bluefield then) and I didn't have my cell phone at the time.
I had two other classes that day, including a test at 1pm, and WVU wasn't cancelling classes. I managed to go down for the test, and ran into a guy I went to high school with on the way. We muttered a few things to each other and then I went to class, reassured by the TA that there was no way to cancel the exam and that we should just "do the best we can." My other class was College Algebra, which I skipped, encouraged by my mom, who called me sometime that afternoon. She was a bit freaked that Flight 93 had probably flown over us shortly before the passengers, waiting for a rural area, crashed it (though we found out most of that later).
At some point I messaged Evan to tell him I was around if he needed anyone to chat with. He didn't take me up on the offer in person, but we did meet later that month, etc. You know the rest.
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I tried to watch some of the news this morning, but I tired of it after an hour or so. Bleh. I like news, but this year seems worse than the ones before--I guess because we attach a significance to the five-year mark more than the years that precede it.
2001 was a lot of things for me. Graduated high school, moved away from home for the first time, first serious relationship, and of course this. Our Pearl Harbor, as they said, say, and will continue to say, I imagine. I guess they're right. It certainly was a big year.
How many places have you lived in your life?
Hmmmm. I was born in Texas, but I don't think we lived in more than one place there before we moved out and came back to West Virginia when I was a year old. My parents divorced and Mom brought me back to the town about twenty minutes south of here, where she grew up.
For a while we lived with my grandparents until Mom could get settled, and then we moved into a teeny tiny apartment that's still there, as far as I know, next to a grocery store that's now closed. I was sad when I found out about that, as it was locally-owned and where we shopped most of the time when I was little. After that, we moved a few blocks away from that apartment, into the upstairs apartment of a house. I was probably three or four at the time, and while I don't remember living at the first place, I do have a few scattered memories of the second.
I remember helping Mom do the dishes, and washing the ashtrays. I remember the exposed brick wall in the kitchen/dining area, and a guy that Mom was kind of dating who scared me when he put my whole hand in his mouth. I remember Christmas and having so many presents that it seemed like the entire living room was full of them. That year I got a kitchen set, the Muppet Babies dolls (Kermit and Rolf that I can remember), and (as a joke), switches in my stocking. They were tied with yellow ribbon. I don't remember it exactly, but I found them before Mom woke up and I hid them in the closet so she wouldn't see. Apparently I also almost threw a fit when my mom told me to put my clothes away and threw everything out of my dresser, but I think that memory is more from her telling it than actually remembering it.
Same for the time when I had a fever and got up and went to the fridge and drank some milk from the jug and then threw up, though I have enough first-person perspective in my mind still to think that that one might be a real memory. I remember Mom's waterbed, and her reading in bed with this funky electric light that looked and flickered like a real candle. I remember her showing me the attic, which had this neat spiral staircase that went up to it. I remember Mom getting the passing results from her nursing boards and her crying on the porch outside while it rained and she had to explain to me that she wasn't sad, even though she was crying. I remember burying a goldfish in the garden next to the house when it died, and last, I remember locking Mom out when she went downstairs for something. We had to call the locksmith and he did a lot of damage to the door getting it open.
I have a ton of memories from around the same time of my grandparents' house, which was only about three blocks away from that house. I spent a lot of time there when I wasn't in nursery school, I guess, and when Mom was working. There are pictures of that, though, so it's not too hard to remember.
I guess we lived there until I was ready to go to elementary school (kindergarten was at the same place as nursery school, and I would have gone to a different elementary--the one my best friend J went to, actually--if we hadn't moved), at which point we moved to live near my grandparents again when they decided that their big old house was too much to keep up with. Plus the free baby-sitting. We lived there all through elementary and junior high, and of course I have many many memories of those times, and almost as many pictures to go with them.
Somewhere in those years of early elementary, I spent time back in Texas with my dad, when he had partial custody. I didn't like it very much, and you could barely call it living there, I guess, though I did have at least one birthday party that I remember. Thankfully that was only a summer or two before Mom went to the court and had his custody revoked. I haven't seen him since, and I'm glad, though these days I'm awfully curious what would happen if I met him again.
The summer before my freshman year we moved again, much closer to the school that I was going to, though I would still spend occasional time at my grandparents' when Mom was away or on call (she's a RN, and at the time was part of the cardiac surgery team here in Morgantown). They still live there, incidentally.
I spent all of high school there, though my senior year, my aunt came to live with me. Mom had secured a job in Roanoke, Virginia, and I had the option of staying with my aunt in our house or moving with her. I elected to stay, and that was one of the hardest years of my life, home-wise. School-wise, that would have been seventh grade, but that's another post entirely. My aunt still lives there, but when Mom moved to Bluefield (my husband's hometown, but that part comes later), I relocated again to spend the summer before I went off to college with her.
I absolutely adored the apartment we had there--two really nice big bedrooms, a great living/dining area, too. The kitchen and bath were small, but hey, apartment living. The floors were polished hardwood and the walls were gorgeously white. I left my window open at night and let the air come in, and sometimes the rain. I had unrestricted (more or less) internet access for the first time in my life, as now the computer was in my bedroom, whereas before it had been in my mother's. She and her then-boyfriend (now husband and my step-dad) had gone through a bit of a rough patch, and she was also going through menopause at the time, so it was an interesting summer, to say the least. I kept to myself, and so did she, lest my developing hormones and her receding ones lead us to kill each other.
That summer, I met a fellow on a messageboard who mentioned in his introductory post that he was going to be attending WVU in the fall. I noted that I, too, was attending WVU, and said that we should say hi sometime. We had converging interested and he seemed intelligent. I wasn't matchmaking, but given the particular interest we had in common from the start, it didn't seem likely that I would meet too many other people I could identify with once I moved away from home. It seemed wise to start early, and I'm a nice person.
That time in my life marked my next place of residence, as well, as I moved into the dorms with my best friend as my roommate. I was there early because of band camp, so I didn't have to deal with the hassle of moving in with four hundred other people and six hundred more than that down the hill. Eventually, things started happening that made life interesting. In the meantime, my mom and her guy make up and he spends some time living in Bluefield with her before finding a job elsewhere.
Obviously, some of you know this part of the story already. I come to WVU, we attend classes for a few weeks, haven't made plans to meet other than saying "Hey, we should really do that sometime." September 11th happens, however, and I think everyone tried to reach out at that point to find people. I dropped him a line saying that I was around if he was stuck up here by himself and available to chat if need be. Eventually, a couple of weeks later, we made the plan to meet. A couple days after that, and you find me in a relationship with the man I married. So that's a bit of a divulgence from the original topic, but what the hey.
Back on track, we find me at the next-door building the next year, same roommate, and the two years following that in two different rooms in the same building where I lived my freshman year. I was an RA, though, and had a room to myself. The second year, my last in school, Evan lived in the same building, which was really really nice, except for having to listen to his RA, my co-worker, throw up a lot and discover that he was gay. But even then, it was all in good humor, really. Over those years, my parents moved even more than I did--by sophomore year, they had moved to North Carolina, and after that, Florida, in a couple of different places. Finally, when I hit my senior year, they came back to Clarksburg, about an hour's drive south of here. Since then they've lived in three different houses, and as you can imagine, are thoroughly tired of moving. I don't blame them.
Which brings us to last year, and the Apartment of Doom. My roommate from freshman/sophomore year and I found a third party who needed two roommates and we took the place. It was pretty nice, as far as apartments in this town, and especially in that part of town, go. I had my own room and a kitchen, living room, and bath to share with just two other people, which is heaven compared to the dorms. While everything in the apartment was pretty much always just fine, our neighbors were something else. Progressively, over the course of the school year, the parties they held got noisier and noisier, and longer and longer. Even calling the police didn't seem to help much and the landlord was apathetic at best, despite vandalism and obvious breaking of the lease. But all in all, it really could have been much worse.
Now, Evan and I have a perfectly charming little apartment in a wonderful neighborhood outside of town. It's quiet, there are no stairs, and the laundry room is right next door. We could use a little more space, but for the price we're paying, it can't be beat. It's the perfect place for newlyweds, I think. And all our neighbors are so quiet I can count the times I've heard them on my hands.
Wow. That was a very long, complicated answer to a question that could have been answered in one word: eighteen.
Which is, incidentally, approximately the number of times this entry multiposted while my browser decided to do something weird. Odd. Should be cleared up now.
