I’m back home in Arkansas and the trip was completely uneventful and boring and I couldn’t be more happy about it. I just knew something would happen because I didn’t have a license. In trips past I’ve almost run over a litter of puppies playing on a back road after a snow storm and almost hit a drunk man walking across the highway in the dark after a down pour. This time we didn’t see a single drop of rain or snowflake. Oh and there was no drunk man or puppies playing in the road either. I got a new license yesterday and it only cost me $10 and I didn’t have to take another picture which I was happy about. And no charges went on my debit card before I cancelled it which means my wallet probably wasn’t stolen but is somewhere in my car even though I searched it from top to bottom. AND I got to meet my brother’s girlfriend for the first time. I haven’t spent a lot of time with her but so far I give two thumbs up. Really nice and cute girl. And much better than the troll he was dating before (never actually met her but heard enough to form my own conclusion). So there you have it, a brief hello to let everyone know I made it without any problems.
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.
“Peripatetic nomads” are mobile populations moving among settled populations offering a craft or trade.” And right next to this definition should be a picture of me because I’m pretty sure this is what I am. Granted wikipedia says these people are generally either gypsies or traveling showmen like circus performers. Ok, so I’m not a gypsy or a carnie but even still I could be a more modern day version of this, someone moving to settle populations offering my skills in exchange for work or to perform services (and no, not those kinds of services). Since I graduated from high school 12 years ago I’ve moved back and forth between 21 cities/towns. That’s not including moves into different apartments within the same town. Though maybe one of those shouldn’t really count because although technically it was a different city it was only 15 min away. And yes some of those towns are repeats but months or in some cases years, separated the time in between. The point being that I had to pack everything up and move it, only to pack it all up and move it again later. This last stint in Utah really slowed me down. I was there four years which is by far the longest I’ve lived anywhere since high school. The next longest was one full consecutive year in Hawaii. Every other place less than a year.
I bring this up because every day it looks more and more likely that my time in Arizona is coming to an end. I’ve been here for four months and haven’t been able to find work. I’ve been unemployed for six and while I may be great at budgeting, there comes a point when that doesn’t matter. No money means no money. And as I’ve been going over all my options and seeing this move as a real possibility, I’ve started getting that restless feeling and slight adrenaline at the prospect of packing and starting over again. How I was corralled for so long in Utah at one time is a bit of a mystery I suppose.
I haven’t made any decisions one way or another, just trying to look ahead and be prepared for anything. There’s still a real posibility and chance that I could get a job and stay put here. Or not. It’s like a coin toss and I’m just watching it rotate in the air not knowing what side will land on top. And that’s kind of exciting, slightly stressful, but mostly exciting.
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:
Here’s the bedroom from different angles.
Because I know you were all dying to see my bathroom…
I guess I need a kitchen table and some chairs at some point.
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!!
I just wanted to write a quick update to let everyone know that I made it to Mesa in one piece and so did all of my stuff. Not one thing broke on the drive – it’s a post Valentine pre- St. Patrick’s Day miracle. My new place is nice and clean and I have so much more room than I had in my other apartment. I don’t think anyone has lived here since they painted the walls, put in new carpet, put in new appliances, and put in new counter tops. I’ve put almost every thing away and hung a few pictures but not sure where to put the others yet. Now I’m exhausted and plan on sleeping for the rest of the week…just thought you all should know.
I just have to write a quick shout of thanks to everyone that came and helped load up the U-Haul tonight. For starters, I don’t have all that much stuff and what I do have I made sure was packed, boxed, and taped before they came. And I had spent a lot of time doing all the deep cleaning earlier in the week so no one would have to and so I wouldn’t be up late doing it. But even still, everything was loaded in just under 30 minutes. Talk about a mover’s dream! To be honest I was pretty stressed that no one would come because out of the 5 times I’ve moved since living here people have only showed up once and even then most were late and I had already almost everything I could. Four of those five times were done pre-furniture so I really did move everything all alone. So needless to say, this was on my mind all week and I knew there was no way I was going to be able to help my dad with the furniture. But this time around 12 people were there to help!!! Hallelujah! And 8 of them were guys so all the heavy lifting was taken care of – double hallelujah!!
So to all of those that came to help (if you even read this blog) thank you, thank you, thank you!! If there’s ever anything I can do for you don’t hesitate to let me know! Thanks!!!!!
My moving day is almost here! I have it pretty easy because I’m only moving myself and everything I have fits into my bedroom. That being said, my bedroom isn’t all that big to begin with and this is what it’s looked like for the past week and a half:
I’m more than ready to spread out into my own place. 3 days left!!
As you all know I’m moving next week and am currently jobless so I have plenty of time on my hands to do whatever. I have a list of things I need to take care of before I leave but it’s not that pressing, so I choose to do one or two on the list each day and have the rest of the time free. I’ve watched countless hours of television (mostly crappy shows) and started deep cleaning the apartment in preparation for the move. But I hate cleaning and would rather be watching crappy television. Needless to say, I’ve been staying up late every night in a zombie like state watching more crappy television. Then out of the blue the other night I wondered what it would look like if I tried to write left handed. This is what it looks like:
Left handed print. It looks like a little kid’s handwriting but at least it’s legible.
Left handed cursive. It’s a bit harder as you can tell but still mostly legible. Except that last letter e on Valentine. Don’t know what happened there.
Then I wondered what it would look like if I tried writing with my foot:
As you can see it’s much more spastic. Writing with your foot is really hard to do in case you didn’t know. But it’s sort of legible and now I know if I ever need to write a message with my foot I can do it.
The other thing I’ve started doing to pass the time, is to google random people I’m acquainted with and see what pops up. Sure I guess this is technically a form of stalking but I prefer to look at it as another form of getting to know someone. You can find out a lot of stuff about people depending on how much you want to dig for it. I’m not much of a digger and tend to stay only on the first google page that pops up but even there you can learn a lot. So then I googled my name to see what other people could find out about me. Not much I can tell you that. My blog pops up at some point, my facebook eventually on the second or third page, and you might come across my myspace page if you keep going through the google pages. Apparently there is a *ahem* “dancer” with my same name that has instructional pole dancing videos that make her pretty popular on google search. Go figure.
And there you have it. The exciting, current world of Nandango. Crappy TV, cleaning, packing, left handed/foot writing, and random googleing. Bet you wish you could stop by!
I’m sorry about all these up date posts. I’m sick of them so I’m sure you all are as well. I just can’t seem to think of a story to tell and I want to be posting so…updates it is. I left Arizona and right before I did I discovered a little piece of metal lodged into my tire. I was kind of in a panic, not sure if I should drive on it or what but I didn’t seem to be leaking air. I made it all the way back home without any problems with it so I don’t know what that was all about. I even took it in yesterday to have the whole car serviced and the garage didn’t seem to think there was a problem so I guess I’m good to go.
I did stop at my friend’s place in St. George on the way back and I was glad I didn’t have to drive the whole way in one day. I was helping her 4 year old get into his Flash Gordon costume and was asking him what Flash Gordon’s superpower was. His response? “He flashes people.” Haha. That was probably the funniest thing I had heard in a long time.
Getting back to my apartment was uneventful and I got the talk with my landlord out of the way. I got some boxes from the free bin at U-Haul and have started packing everything up. I go back and forth from thinking I have way too much crap to thinking I hardly have anything. The part I’m dreading most about the move is the cleaning. I hate deep cleaning.
I decided that I was finally going to get a grown up real bed when I move into my new place. I’ve been sleeping on a couch bed forever and it’s uncomfortable. Plus my new place doesn’t have any furniture so I need it to now be a couch rather than my bed. I’ve decided on a queen and have begun the process of trying to find the best mattress deals. I think I found a really good one online but just to be sure I went to an actual store down the street from my apartment. There were sales people everywere but no one came up to me for the longest time. I’m kind of torn about this. On the one hand it was nice not to be attacked the second I walked in the door but then I also noticed that they were going up to help couples who came in after me. So, where they thinking that because I came in alone and was a girl that I was not serious about buying a bed? That I was going to be a waste of their time? Finally I went over to a sales person and asked a question about the brands of beds they sold and if they had a particular one. They didn’t sell it and he basically walked me back over to the bed I had been looking at and read the bright red sale sign to me. That was it. That was his help in the matter. Then he left. So, then I left. Too bad for them because I really do need a bed and wouldn’t have been a hard sell. I don’t want buying a bed to take up too much of my time and was willing to get something quickly. But I guess not at that store. *Sigh* Well, I guess it’s back to packing.