A Pretty Crappy Ending

I’m tired.  I’m more than tired but less than exhausted.  I’ve been sleeping on the floor with only a pillow and a blanket for two nights and I have one more to go.  I wouldn’t really call what I’ve been doing sleeping so much as waking up every hour because my arm, shoulder, or leg is cramping from laying on the hard ground.  Thursday night I got about 4 hours of sleep because I was anxious for the moving truck to arrive and worried no one would come to help me load it.  It relatively smoothly, thank goodness, and the truck was gone after about an hour.  Friday night I didn’t get much sleep because the two guys that live below me were having a party and I might as well have been downstairs with them because I could hear everything perfectly.  They partied until 5. Thanks guys.  Then the cherry on the top happened.  I lost my wallet.  The last time I remember using it was Friday afternoon but I didn’t discover it missing until Saturday night.  So I didn’t get much sleep because I was thinking of that stupid wallet and where it was.  And thinking about how my timing couldn’t be any worse because I’m driving across the country tomorrow and not coming back.  I still haven’t found it and I’ve all but given up at this point.  I can only keep my fingers crossed I don’t get in an accident or pulled over until I get home and get a new license.  Not that I want either to happen at all regardless of a license or not.  So I’m tired and have a couple long days ahead of me.  But grasping at the positive this is what I came up with:

1.  I never registered in any other state.  So even though I haven’t lived in Arkansas in five years it’ll be a snap to replace my driver’s license.

2.  I only have one visa debit card.  No other credit cards.  This makes cancelling and monitoring card use easy.

3.  I only had about $3 or $4 in the wallet.  So I’m not out tons of money.

4.  Some guy pumping gas called me a pretty lady.  And this was after a morning of tears resulting in a red, puffy face with no makeup.  Thanks gas pumping guy – that actually helped my morning.

So it sucks but not life ruining.  I’m still tired though.

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Random Tidbits

Here’s another post with the random updates from my life over the past week or so.  I finalized my decision to move back home to Arkansas and have been trying to get everything organized for that move.  If I didn’t own furniture life would be a lot simpler for me right now.  But I do so I’m trying to coordinate with a moving company and people that can help me load it up.  I’m a little nervous about finding help but I keep trying to tell myself not to worry about it until the day before I move because there isn’t much I can do before then.  And it’s not like I’ll be stranded here in Mesa for the rest of my life because I couldn’t load the moving truck.  Somehow it will all work out.

I spoke in church again today.  I say again as though I speak every Sunday – which I don’t.  Matter of fact the last time I did was a year ago but this past year has passed so quickly it feels like I just did it.  Since I live in another state then I did last year, I decided to repeat the same talk to the folks here.  No point in coming up with something new when the old one worked just fine.  I think I’m funnier in person telling stories than I am writing them here.  For those of you who don’t think I’m funny or that this blog is entertaining, to you I stick out my tongue and say THPPPP  and for those of you who already think I’m funny I say “It’s true.  Hard to believe but I’m better live.”  I got a handful of laughs and that’s really all I could ask for.

Last night I jammed my finger trying to kill a cricket in a sports injury.  Ok fine, I was trying to kill a cricket that found it’s way into my room.  I’m not exactly sure how it happened but the next thing I knew my finger bent back and now it’s swollen and bruised.  Stupid cricket.  And to add insult to injury, the cricket made it’s way behind my dresser where I couldn’t get at it.  Cricket = 1  Nandango = 0.  This morning I woke up to find the cricket still in my room near my bed, as though it were taunting me.  With my finger still painfully sore I decided that he had messed with the wrong human and that this was war.  Several shoe throws later he was dead.  Take that cricket.

I had been wanting to go out and take some nature shots but wasn’t exactly sure where I could go and didn’t want to spend the gas money driving all around the state either.  A friend suggest a local nature reserve by her house that she had passed numerous times but had never stopped to look around.  It wasn’t all that fascinating but was surprisingly large for being in a semi-residential area.  I did manage to get some shots and it was nice to get out of my apartment.  Afterward she wanted to go see a movie.  This is fine because I like movies.  I want to interject here and ask did you know that it’s $10 to see a movie??  And I’ll assume that in larger cities it’s more but holy cripes!  I generally stick to the dollar theaters or redbox.  What is all that money going toward anyway?  It’s not like the movies all that much better than they used to be.  The food (which I never buy) I assume is still crappy.  I don’t think the seats are that much more comfortable and the whole place is dark so it’s not like I’m checking out the decor.  And I really hate the commercials they play before the previews.  What happened to Front Row Joe?  They used to have a cartoon with him in it complete with a song and everything.

Anyway, she suggests a movie and in my mind I’m thinking please don’t say you want to see My Sister’s Keeper.  Please don’t want to see My Sister’s Keeper.  That of course is the movie she wants to see.  Great.  It’s not like I thought it was going to be the worst movie on the planet but I’m sure there are other movies playing that I would rather spend my $10 on.  And besides, I don’t like Cameron Diaz.  I knew this was going to be a sad movie and sure enough the entire theater was like one giant snot fest.  You could hear people sniffling through the whole thing and when it was over just about every woman in the place had a kleenex.  I can only imagine what people outside the door where thinking when they saw everyone come out with red, blotchy, puffy faces.  I tuned out the last 20 min or so of the movie and stared at the chair in front of me in hopes I could pull it together before we walked out.  And I really felt bad for the few guys that were dragged there by their girlfriends.  I concluded that they either did something incredibly wrong and this was their punishment or they were planning on doing something incredibly wrong and were storing up on the brownie points.

Well that’s basically been my last couple of weeks in a nutshell.  Mixed with reading books and watching my own DVDs over and over.  Just think, two weeks from today I’ll be writing my entries from home in Arkansas.  Crazy all the things that can happen in a year.

Won’t YOU Be My Neighbor?

Last week I had the news on as background noise but my ears perked up when the reporter announced breaking news of police in a Mesa apartment not far from where I live.   Apparently they had located a stolen vehicle in the complex and were going door to door trying to find the suspect when they came across an apartment of a man operating a meth lab.  The guy actually answered the door when the police knocked and naturally the smell of chemicals was the giveaway and he was arrested.  Putting aside the complete stupidity of a meth lab or even just using meth in the first place, why in the world would you open the door to anyone WHILE you were cooking it?  Much less to the police?  Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad the guy was a total moron and got caught but seriously.  How dumb do you have to be?  The report went on to say that based on evidence they found, the lab had been in operation for quite some time and that the police were 1) stunned no one had ever reported or complained of the smell coming from the apartment and 2) relieved that nothing had ever ignited causing an explotion.  Well, that makes two of us.  You know my main concern with my neighbors used to be that they would be quiet and leave me alone.  Now I have to add please don’t blow me up to the list.

More Decor

I’ve been living here in AZ for a little over two months now and I’m just getting around to hanging things on the wall and adding little touches here and there to make my apartment look more like a home.  My mom came out to visit me for the weekend and thanks to her, this was all possible.  Here are the changes so far:

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There are a few things I still want to do, like add something on the table and eventually that plant will grow and look a little better hanging there.  But I’m happy that virtually all the photography is my own and I’m happy I feel good enough about to put it on display.  Too bad this wasn’t done BEFORE all my visitors came…guess you’ll all have to come again!  Thanks again mom!

Arizona Sun

You’re not scarring me!  Uh huh.  Go ahead with your triple digit temperatures in April.  Go ahead knowing I had previously decided not to turn on my AC until I get a job so the bill isn’t as high.  Go ahead, I can subsist on ice cream and otter pops.  Go ahead even though I can’t tell a difference between being outside or inside my own apartment.  Go ahead even though my fan has maintained a consistent 90 degrees in my living room for the past four days with promise to stay there for the next week.  Go ahead.  I’m not complaining.  That being said, if you want to go hide behind a cloud I won’t complain about that either.

I’ve had some visitors over the past couple of weeks.  Many of you have probably read over at Pammy Girl that she was here for a little R&R.  And can you believe it, it rained that weekend.  The first rain I’ve seen here and it happened when I had company.  Go figure.  But I loved having her here even though we mostly sad around playing cards.

Then this past weekend a friend flew down from Utah.  The weather was PERFECT!  About 75 degrees with a nice cool breeze and we took advantage by being out as much as possible.  We found a bunch of hiking trails not too far from my place and spent much of the time exploring.  Honestly the hike was kind of ugly but whatever, it got us outside doing something.  I was pretty excited to discover them, thinking I would go out there on my own during the week to give me something to do.  That was of course before the temps sky rocketed.  Call me crazy but hiking out in the open desert in 100 degree weather doesn’t sound  like tons of fun.  But hanging out with my friend for a few days was.

I had an interview today and as soon as I walked in I could tell it wasn’t something I really wanted to do nor was I really qualified.  If the guy calls me back offering the job I’ll know their organization is desperate.  That’s the only way that call is happening.  Regardless, it was good to have an interview and get a little practice in.

As for now I’m going to go raid the fridge for the last of my otter pops.

Color Crazy

It’s possible to like or behave in extreme opposites and not have a multiple personality disorder right?  Hmm, no?  Ok well it’s just me then.  A couple of years ago I was talking to a former co-worker and in the course of our conversation and in conversations since, I became aware that I like completely opposite things in different situations.  Naturally I can’t think of one example but take my word for it, I do.  And it’s weird, or at least it seemed so at the time.  Anyway,  because of these conversations I’ve become more aware of these differences in my day to day whether they seem strange or not.  So as I was sitting here wondering which show I wanted to watch next online, my mind drifted and this is what happened.

I got up to go into the bathroom to get some floss.  When I went in there I remembered how much I hate the way the bathroom smells.  It’s similar to Motel 6 (I know because I used to work there) which is similar to stale cigarette smoke.  My whole place smelled like that for the first few days I was here but I’ve kept the windows opened and a fan going so now the only part that still stinks is the bathroom.  I’ve tried spraying nice smelling stuff in there and have lit candles in hope that the stale smell will go away.  It hasn’t and if anyone knows of something else that will work I’m all ears.  The candle I have lit in there smells like coconuts and lime.  I’m not much of a fan of coconuts but mixed with the lime I like it.  I spent a long time in the candle aisle at Walmart trying to decide which scent to get.  And I noticed that I’m a citrus smell kind of person.  I really wanted the Tahitian pineapple but they were sold out of the size I was looking for.

I then looked down at what I was eating.  An apple, banana, and drinking orange juice.  My favorite thing to eat, besides chocolate, is fruit.  I love fruit.  Oddly, I don’t like those orange chocolate balls you can find at Christmas time.  They make me want to hurl and I would think that it would be something I would love since it combines my two most favorite things but sadly, no.  My favorite fruit is the mango.  I could eat this all day I’m pretty sure.  And my favorite juice of all time would be grapefruit juice.  The kind with no sugar, water, or any preservatives.  Just straight from the fruit into my cup.  Given a choice I would take mango, orange, or grapefruit over the blueberry or blackberry.  The former tastes like an explosion in your mouth.  Citrus is my thing I guess.

When I think citrus, I envision bright oranges or yellows.  While I was eating I was also looking at some pictures of some flowers my sister had taken this last week.  A handful of them were bright orange, yellow, and pink.  My favorite flowers are those that have these colors in them.  They’re bold and stand out from the rest of their environment and I love it.  They’re dramatic, catch your eye, and capture your attention.  So I started thinking of the fruit and the flowers and realized I must have a thing for bright and bold.  Sunsets are my favorite pictures to look at and take because the colors are so stunning.  And it’s true that I will usually pick orange or yellow rather than some other color for things.  Except my clothes because without a tan I look hideous in bright orange and yellow.

Then I looked around my living room.  Is it decorated with bright, zany, in your face colors?  Nope.  Every thing is a neutral,  earth tone.  The room is full of browns, creams, dark greens, navy, and maroon.  A couple of paintings or photos may have bold colors in them but the over all feel of the room is much more subdued.  From food, to smells, to photos, and everything in between I prefer attention grabbing and loud.  When it comes to my living room where I spend the majority of my time, it couldn’t be more opposite.  Maybe I just like the peaceful, calming effect of the bland colors.  Or maybe I’m just nuts.

Feels Like Home

Scottie wanted to see some pics of my new place so I figured why not?  So here’s my new home for at least the next 6 months:

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Here’s the bedroom from different angles.

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Because I know you were all dying to see my bathroom…

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I guess I need a kitchen table and some chairs at some point.

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There is also a small balcony with a storage closet and another closet in the hallway between my room and the bathroom.  I still have some boxes I need to unpack and a lot of pictures to put on the walls but I think you all get the basic idea.  It’s so nice to have open space!!