Wednesday, October 29, 2014

So many boxes!

Our household goods arrived yesterday, and now we are scooting around the apartment like mice in a maze, following the little paths left in the towers of boxes.  The inventory had 164 boxes on it!  But to be fair, some things, like the bookshelves, nightstands, office chair, mattress, box springs, cat condo, all were their own "box," so there aren't really that many for me to unpack.  I would guess still well over 100 though.



Yesterday I managed to clear some space for us to watch tv and found the silverware, so good day.  Today I found some of my facial stuff and blow dryer I have been wanting, and have unpacked 26 boxes total.  Some of the stuff I unpacked is sitting around waiting for a home, but still making progress.  Wish me luck, not sure where all this stuff is going to go!

Monday, October 20, 2014

Missing my stuff

Our household goods are supposed to come later this week, that is if they don’t get held up in customs, which we’ve been told is quite possible.  I’ve kind of gotten used to being without most of it, but here are the things I can’t wait to arrive:

-Blow-dryer.  I don’t actually blow-dry my hair very often, but I need it to put on a new set of Jamberry nail wraps!  I have a bunch of new patterns I want to try.

-Kitchen stuff, obviously.  But especially big pots, my knife set, a vegetable peeler, and my spices.  And more forks.

-Cleaning supplies, who would have guessed that one?!  Now that I am in charge of actually cleaning my house, instead of just hiring someone to do to the heavy lifting, I really miss my Melaleuca brand cleaning products.  I brought my vinegar/Purify mix for cleaning the bathrooms, but the stupid spray nozzle on my stupid glass bottle broke, so can only pour it on stuff at the moment.  I love love love my dōTERRA Oil mixed with water for disinfecting and stain removal, but it is not as good against soap scum and heavy duty dried on stuff as my other cleaners.    Plus my Melaleuca brand cleaners are all natural and non-toxic, not something I can say for most of the products in the store, which is why I have refused to go buy replacements.

-My stockpile of beauty/facial products.  Between dōTERRA and BeautiControl, I have lots of great products, but could never remember to set aside the time to use them before.  Now I can have spa day every day and will be the best looking American on the block!

-Workout videos (and the DVD player).  I have been trying to take more time to exercise, but when it is too cold/windy/rainy to take a walk outside, or if I am just stuck here waiting for the courier to arrive with a package, I really wish I had some videos I could do there in the living room.  Plus need the yoga video to stretch out.

-My stamping stuff.  I have a huge stockpile of StampinUp! papers, stamps, inks, and accessories I use to make pretty cards, and have been itching to dive into them lately.  Plus I need to get started on my Christmas cards ASAP if they are going to get done in time.

-My good camera.  The new phone has a camera that should be good, but just isn’t, and want to take pretty pictures to show you all!

-More warm clothes.  I didn’t plan very well, I was only looking at the high temp averages for September and October.  Most of the days have been glorious in the afternoon, but they usually start off pretty chilly.

-Hubby can’t wait for his big computer to come so he can play his games.  But I kind of like having more time with him, so I am happy waiting longer for that one ;)

-Dog beds.  Molly dog now has a total of 3 beds that will be spread around the apartment, which I am sure she will appreciate as it is all hardwood, tile, or Berber carpet with very little padding.  We feel kind of bad, but she DOES have the whole couch to lay on in the meantime.


Most of these are not actually the stuff I expected to miss, and here are a bunch of things I brought with me that have been untouched since I arrived.  Guess I wasn’t very good at guessing!  Maybe this will make it easier to get rid of a few more things once they arrive???  As much as I am excited to see everything again and get settled in FOR REAL, I am also dreading everything coming and having to find a place to stash everything.  Wish me luck.

What do you think you would be missing in my situation?

Friday, October 17, 2014

TV Commercials

They have different products here, so of course there are different commercials.  But some of these commercials seem very different than what I am used to seeing.  I can't remember all of them off the top of my head, but here are the top 5:

1.  Creepy milk commercial:
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=c-PfqVlBUuQ

2.  Extremely suggestive late night commercial with a dude enjoying his chips way too much:
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dciG3Wd2yww

3.  Fun tic tac commercial that had Hubby walking around singing "turn your bum into maracas!":
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uxDzebPA9YY

4.  Love this one because it's honest.  It's not trying to say McDonald's is good food, it's just sometimes the only food you can afford:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVHbtqyJ2IE

5.  This one is just well done, and I think the program they are advertising is also cool:
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6t_wuyxtsws

Oh, and sometimes videos are region restricted, so if you can't view these links please let me know so I can find another way to show them to you.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Becoming Official

As Hubby quickly found out, you can’t get very far setting up a life here without a PPS number, which is like the Irish version of your Social Security Number.  We also had 90 days to register with the Gardaí to become legal residents before our passport stamp ran out.  We planned to take care of both of these things my first week here, which was Hubby’s last week before he had to report to the office.

Off to the Gardaí station we went!  Hubby had already taken care of his PPS number and was able to get the utilities in his name (our wonderful landlord left them in her name until we could get it all set up, so we still had power and water while he figured everything out) and had a bank account set up, so there wasn’t as much of a rush for my PPS number.   We had also heard that the line at the Gardaí station was crazy in the morning and thought we might have better luck in the afternoon.  We were super happy when we showed up and there was no line out the door!  We were able to walk right up to the ticket counter and ask for our number.  Then we found out why there was no line for tickets: they only give out a limited number of tickets a day and they had reached that limit at 9am!  They don’t open until 8am.  Crap, this was going to be much harder than we thought.

Change of plans, we headed over to the PPS office, where the lady didn’t want to give me my card because I didn’t have anything showing my residency, it was all in Hubby’s name.  Hubby was able to get his earlier because he had his name on the lease, but mine wasn't on there because we didn’t want to pay for both of us to fly out ahead of time just to sign it, and he had a letter from work saying he just started there and this was his address.  We showed her all that but she wanted a utility bill or something in my name, which you can’t get until after you have your PPS number.  Finally, after talking to a manager and reviewing our wedding certificate, she finally relented and made sure she knew she was doing me a big favor by letting me get by saying I was living with my husband, as if that is so unusual.  On the up side, this one was really pretty fast and the super bright lighting gave me an airbrushed look on the card and is best government issued photo ever!  (looks better in person, had to take at an angle to avoid glare)


One card done, one to go.

Hubby did some more digging on the internet and found out that most people stated lining up at the Gardaí station before the doors opened.  We tried to pick the slowest day to go, but found out that everyone posting about it had a different opinion on which day was slowest, so no help there.  We also found out that September is the worst time to go because all the students are there trying to get their student visas, but we didn’t want Hubby to have to take another day off work, so we went anyway.   This station is not near our apartment, so we got up as early as we could muster and a cab picked us up at 6am.  When we got there at 6:45, there was already a line, so I joined the end of the line while Hubby paid for the cab.  Hubby walked up to me laughing, apparently I had joined the front of the line and no one was saying anything, so we started walking to find the end of the line.  And we walked and walked and walked until we went all the way around the block and back to the front side of the building, where the end of the line was only about 30 feet from the beginning of the line, we hadn’t thought to look that direction because who could imagine the line being that long over an hour before they even opened!  And it was chilly and drizzling.  And my tummy was starting to gurgle, and not just from hunger :(  I broke out my DigestZen oil, zipped my jacket up as far as it would go, and broke out my Kindle to help pass the time. 


By 8:30am we still weren’t even on the front side of the block yet, and were getting worried we wouldn’t make it in.  And even worse, we had heard some people would get tickets, wait there all day, and still not get served before they closed for the day.  We peeked through the window and saw someone inside had number 300, yikes, this was going to be a long day.  We finally got in and did get a ticket, and were shocked to see it was number 78!  Apparently there are two lines, one for residency and once just for visas, and since we were applying for residency we got the short line!!!  Don’t get me wrong, “short” was relative, we still didn’t get out of there until almost noon, but that was far better than the worst case scenarios we were thinking up.  All in all it wouldn’t have been so bad if they had used our passport photos like the website instructed.  Instead I have an I-rolled-out-at-6am-with-no-makeup-and-waited-in-the-rain photo.  And it is only good for a year when we were expecting it to be good for 2 years, but at least now I have less time to have to flash this horrible photo!

Friday, October 10, 2014

My "furnished" kitchen

This apartment, like so many others in Dublin, came furnished.  But there is no set definition for what that actually means.  We are very lucky to have an awesome landlord who is willing to work with us.  She knows that we have quite a bit of stuff coming, but not for 6-8 weeks.  This means we want her to leave enough stuff for us to get by, but not enough to get in our way once our stuff comes.  She did a really good job, but the kitchen in really sporadic.  As far as I can tell, it's the stuff she didn't want anymore and/or was too difficult to pack.  We have:

-a skillet that has so much teflon coming off it was not safe to use
-two sauce pans
-2 cake pans
-a stoneware tart pan that is broken
-a can opener
-a bottle opener
-1 wooden spoon
-1 liquid measuring cup
-6 egg cups
-6 forks
-55 glasses of varying sizes (13 of which are wine glasses)
-a glass pitcher
-cookie sheet
-broiler pan
-wooden cutting board

This is not an exhaustive list, and it does have some usefull items on it, but wanted to point out that we could use way less glasses and way more forks and cooking items!  I've never used an egg cup in my life and don't know why I would need 6, actually 7.  I threw away the plastic kindereir one.

What we don't have that I wish we did:

-a pot
-a spatula
-any other cooking tools at all!
-measuring spoons 
-dry measuring cups
-more forks
-tupperware
-a strainer
-potholders
-a casserole dish

I have tried to cook anyways, but the funky oven and lack of proper tools (and ingredients in some cases) has ended up with limited options for dinners and brownies that taste only somewhat brownie-like and look like this:


I have been cooking bronies for a LONG time.  I am not an epert or anything, but this is a disgace!  You can't tell because they are upside down, but the top is also completely burnt.  Also, not sure why, but some bites taste like garlic and/or onion.  

Can't wait for my stuff to get here.

So familiar, yet so different

Things that seem like normal, but work totally differently:

The oven:  seems to be a convection oven or something, the user manual the landlord left behind (thank the Lord she is as obsessive about keeping these things as I am) is really not very helpful at all, and I am more or less just guessing at what these things mean.


Hot water heater closet:  You know how you can't store anything near the hot water heater because it's, well, HOT in there?  Turns out this makes a perfect drying room!  They call it a "hot press", and it is the most awesome thing ever, and not just for laundry.  Also dried out my soaking wet sneakers, and perfect for hanging wet shower towels and giving you warm toasty towels in the morning.  There is towel warmer int he bathroom, but can't figure out how you are actually supposed to get your towels on there around the wall brackets without dragging on the floor, and only runs when the heat is running, which is almost never so far.  Also, the hot water heater doesn't run all the time, we have it set to only run a few hours in the morning and a few int eh evening in order to save on electricity.  So far not a problem, but worried about the inevitable cold shower I am going to get one of these days.

TV shows:  This one is pretty obvious, but I have actually been surprised by how many American shows are here.  Not just re-runs, but we seem to be getting a few of the new shows too, like Legend.  I have spent a lot of time watching Frasier, Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, Charmed, Rules of Engagement, Melissa and Joey, Friends, and some of the Disney Channel and Nickelodeon teenage shows which are my guilty pleasure.  Okay, so some are better than others, but the familiarity is comforting.  Also, the game shows have surprisingly low jackpots.  We watched one show where the jackpot was 1,000 euros, and the winners didn't even win that because they missed the last question.  What, you win a game show and walk off with no money?

Our microwave:  Apparently you can't cook something for a minute and a half without stopping and restarting.


The washer and dryer:  looks just like a front load washer, but actually a washer and dryer in one, and in the kitchen where you expect the dishwasher to be.  Also, and traps your laundry in until it is good well and done with it, never mind you are only on dryer setting and it has been saying there is only 1 minute left for the last 10 minutes.  The user manual was instrumental in freeing our "dry" laundry one time, and helped me figure out that you could, in fact, set it to wash then dry without any interruption, but expect it to take over 4 hours, and the clothes aren't usually very dry. Also, only about 1/3 of the capacity of a standard American washer and dryer.

Windows:  No screens and tilt out instead of sliding up and down.  Fresh air = portal for stupid indoor cat to jump out of window from the second story and get lost for most of the day while we imagined her being eaten by the foxes and badgers that live near here.  However, great for letting air in even when it is raining.  We have no central air, so this will be very important in the summer.



Deadbolt:  It is under the door handle instead of over it.  I think this bothers me because the door handle is kind of in the way when you are trying to fiddle with the lock.

Floor numbers:  We are not on the ground level, but we are the 1st floor.  The ground level here is called ground level, not first floor.  Keeps throwing me off.

The shower door:  Only half a door really, but swings in and out anyways, as if you couldn't just go around it.


Shopping!!!!!!!:  I am having so much trouble finding anything, like the shower organizer I wanted, screens for the windows, the light bulb for the bathroom, a freaking spatula to cook with!  I inevitably turn to amazon, but I have to go to amazon.co.uk, and many of the seller there won't deliver to Ireland, but sometimes they don't tell you that until you are at checkout.  I spent hours trying to find darned over the door hooks that were wide enough for these doors (and a few other things), just to fund out at checkout they wouldn't deliver here!!!!  Our local friend finally told me about Parcel Motel, which I just got my first package from today.  Works sort of like a P.O. Box.  For a small fee, you have the package sent to a Northern Ireland address (part of the UK, so most retailers will still send it here, and much cheaper than sending it just a few miles further to the Republic of Ireland, where we are), then they drive it down here and pop it in a locked box about a mile from our place, where I just put in a code to retrieve it.  Also awesome because other packages come from any of many courier services, most of which don't tell you when they are coming and none of which will leave a package at the door, so I end up having to arrange for re-delivery on another day.

Banking:  Holy Lord what Hubby had to go through setting this up.  All kinds of anti-money-laundering laws have made it very difficult to get an account set up and to get foreign money into the account.  They wouldn't accept my cashier's check, and wouldn't even accept cash to deposit until after a certain amount of time.  When he tired to electronically transfer our rent money to our landlord, he found out he had to get a card reader that plugged into the USB port and put his ATM card into it every time he wanted to do something like that.  Of course we had to wait for them to mail us this card reader.  Geeze, at least we have some money in there now and seem to have the hang of things, we think.

Bad first impression

My first impressions of our new home were not awesome.  I had been gushing over how awesome the apartment was from the Google maps images and from the pictures Hubby had taken when he made the trip out to sign the lease.  But seeing snapshots of things is not the same as seeing it in real life.  Some of the things were totally awesome, like the view from our apartment, which I appreciate every single day, and how lovely the neighborhood was.  The things that I thought were not so awesome can be pretty much summed up into two things: cat smell and tiny dark cave of a bathroom.  Doesn't sound like much, but was enough to have me in near tears.  I should also mention that I didn't sleep at all on the plane and was now on about 24 hours without sleep, so that may have skewed my attitude just a tad.

So I walk in the door and the first thing that hits me is this awful smell emanating from the "cat bathroom," the guest bathroom (the first thing you run into coming into the apartment) that has been taken over by the two cats in an attempt to keep Molly Dog out of the temporary litter box and cat food.  We have a deluxe litter box coming with our household goods that keeps Molly Dog out and the smell in, at least a bit, but we had to buy a cheap one to get us by for the 6-8 weeks it takes our things to get here by boat.  So to keep Molly Dog from eating all the kitty cookies, we have had to tie the door partially closed so cats can get in but Molly Dog can't.  This also makes it more inconvenient, although only slightly, for us to get in there, which makes us even less likely to scoop the box at regular intervals.  Plus the litter here sucks and no central air means no ventilation in the bathroom.

Anyways, so I make it past the cat box of doom and Hubby starts me on a tour.  First of all, the hallway is a bit small and no windows in there, so a little darker than I am used to, and already not making me feel welcome.  He shows me the cat bathroom, which is gross from the cats kicking litter about and getting hair everywhere.  Then he shows me the master bedroom.  Again, I had seen pictures, but you don't get a great feel from the pictures.  It's okay, but it's a good thing we didn't plan to bring our dressers, because I don't think we would even be able to fully open the drawers before they would hit the bed.  But its okay, the floor to ceiling window lets in lots of light and makes it cheery (I'm big on light).  Then he shows me the dreaded bathroom.  

Many times you have to take multiple pictures of a room because you can't fit it all into one shot.  What I didn't understand was that this room was taken in two pictures because half the room was hiding behind the door! I thought it was one long room, but no.  Think of an airplane lavatory and you have a better feel for what I was experiencing.  The room is basically only big enough to open the door and provide a few extra inches between the door and the toilet.  Directly in front of you is the toilet, to the right is the tub/shower (which is nice, actually), and to the left is the door that you just opened.  You have to walk all the way in, shut the door behind you, turn to your left, then you can see the pedestal sink and medicine cabinet.  Also very annoying is that you can't keep a rug on the floor because the space between the door and floor is so small.  So I was already shocked by the size of the thing, but then I started freaking out about how dark it was in there (tiny dark cave mentioned earlier).  The room is only lit by two small spotlight type overhead lights, and one small light over the medicine cabinet, and 2 of the 3 were burned out.   Hubby said there were some extra lights in the storage closet (all the storage for the entire place, the size of most American house's pantries), so I make him go get one and go to work trying to fix it, but it isn't a screw in light like we are used to, so about 15 minutes, a broken bulb, and lots of curse words later, we finally have 2 lights going, but it took me another week to find a replacement for the third bulb.  I started to feel better already, but then could clearly see what a man living alone with no cleaning supplies for 2 weeks can do to a bathroom, and I started to feel sad all over again.

I know I sound like a big whiner, this is a lot more than a lot of people have, and I've stayed in much worse, but only temporarily.  This was to be my new home, and this was the third move in a row where I had to get rid of at least half of my stuff and move into a much smaller place, and it takes adjusting every time.  I’m not trying to say I’m bad off by any means, just adjusting.


It did get better from there, I swear, and spending some time cleaning and putting things away (a little at least) made me feel a lot better.  But really it just took some time settling in.  I am now 2.5 weeks in and feel much better about everything, although I am worried about where all our stuff is going to go when the boat finally arrives….