De.ni.al

De.ni.al - A refusal to acknowledge the truth of a statement

I don’t want to believe it, it is just another way for TNO to blog about his bodily functions or maybe a way for him to put his blog to rest. I have been telling myself this for days now. I don’t want to believe such an amazing person is gone from my life. He inspired me to begin this blog and taught me how to find the humor in life’s trials.

I read his blog for a while and finally got up the nerve to create my own blog and then comment on his. I don’t know how but he actually took the time to go read my blog. I e-mailed him and then he scared me a little. He proceeded to tell me my full name, where I lived, where I worked. He did not do this because he had an obsession with idiot girls he did this to show me I was putting way too much info in my blog. Our friendship grew though comments and e-mails. He helped me with linking, and gladly answered any questions I had. I discovered he is really a fantastic guy and not so much nemesing at all. His out look on life, his love for his wife and family and his enjoyment of blogging and making us all laugh. He told me on more than one occasion he was his biggest fan. I always thought I was…well I will settle for a close second – I guess.

Well TNO if you can see this I hope you know how much you inspired me to be a happier person. You stepped into my life when I was at my lowest and challenged me to look at things in a more positive way, without self medicating.

Will I ever forget what you have done for me?

I am sure I DO know…

No I won’t.

You are missed beyond words.

Cleaning?

Guess what…they never showed, so thanks to Nooter’s advice I had time to go on my lunch today and check out some interesting books on various topics. The librarian looked at me a little weird, but I can deal with that. It will be worth it to see the look on their faces when they see my current reading selections, since I can’t borrow Ryan’s swords (see photo below). Well I have rescheduled for tomorrow so I hope they show up. Well if one good thing came from it, my apartment is sparkly. I am clean anyway but this weekend I Spring Cleaned Idiot Girl Action Adventure style. Which involves making a mess while you are cleaning up a mess. I know it sounds complicated but let me just give you an example of how this works.

Step One: Pick up dirty glass with wet soapy hands
Step Two: Drop glass directly on foot / floor breaking it.
Step Three: Track Blood across floor in search of Care Bear band aid

So you can see how one lil mess turns into a bigger one.

Step One: Fill Sable’s Dog Dish with food
Step Two: Trip over Chew-Lota Bone
Step Three: Spill food all over floor

This is how much of my cleaning projects went this weekend, I am glad I am done. Hope you had a great weekend. Now get back to work.

Ready for Inspection

Well came home the other day to another note on my door. I was ready to implode, but when I read it. I saw it was regarding the standard spring inspection. So given the fact I dislike this place and am have been singled out and harassed about my dog I decided to make an appointment so I can be there when they do this “so called” inspection. Now I am sure they will change filters, and check smoke detectors…but I just have an idea the main reason is to see if I have any violations they can put more notes on my door. Is it wrong I am entertaining ideas of borrowing Ryan’s extensive katana collection just to place around the apartment randomly? Call it ambience, or whatever but I feel this would be an effective way to get my point across and maybe the notes on the door will stop.

/Emo

So this week I have been listening to Collide, Temptation Within, and Jem. I am pretty sure every outfit I wore so far has been black, don’t get me wrong I love black. I am making these calls to people who are seriously behind on their mortgage payments and trying to slash wrists with a plastic knife. (we are not allowed to have sharp objects in this department) I think I have become emo. The stories are tragic and sometimes epic. From disease, death, unemployment, divorce, layoffs, fire, flood, paper cuts… anyway you get my point. I hear several a day, kinda puts life back in perspective. I struggle at times trying to make it on my own but it could always be worse.

PS I am loving the book “Twilight” it is getting real good. No spoilers here, I am just going to say if you like that sort of thing, get the book! Read it!

Zombie

Today was the longest day of my life. I feel like a zombie…BRAINSSSS. I think it has been due to me being sick for well over a week. Then I was having so much fun talking to this new person in my life that I did not realize we had talked all night (yes 7+ hours of talking) and it was time for me to leave for work. So I made it though the work day and I was surprised at 5:00 I had had the most productive day since I started this new job. I got through 35 accounts vs. the 20 I usually do. When I got home I let the dog out and we have to go out the back now in super stealth mode since the landlords have nothing better to do but watch every move we make and take notes on where the dog pees. Going off the apt. grounds for Sable to pee is not hard due to distance it is just the ground there is so low it is like a mud hole. So Sable has no problem jumping from high spot to high spot. I try to follow behind but today was not my day… I was so tired and zoned out, that I did not notice when she saw the squirrel. Well she takes off and when she reaches the end of the leash she pulls me right into the huge mud puddle. My shoes were stuck in the mud and I was about to fall over when she started to chase it the other way. I yelled and finally got her “reeled” back in. I walked back to the house walking like a zombie missing my left shoe and soaking wet. I get in the house shake my head at Sable and toss the right shoe in the trash then got in the shower. It’s how dirty girls get clean.

Not Hiding

Well… I bet you have been wondering where I have been. It has been a rough last couple of days. I got one heck of a cold so had to go back to the doctors and on some antibiotics. They gave me a shot in the bootay (I was not very happy about that – big meanies) I am still not completely over it but I am better than I was. Well since I was sick I finally started reading Twilight and I have to say I am hooked. The story has me sucked in so I have been reading a lot. I am half way through and when I am done I will FINALLY rent the movie.

Also… I have been talking to this guy he is by far one of the neatest people I have met, we have tons in common and I can talk for hours non-stop. I feel like I am in high school again, it is crazy. Remember in the movie Bambi when Thumper said he was “twitterpaited” I don’t know, but I enjoy his company very much, he seems to be melting this ice princess.

Anyway… Between him, the book and being sick I have not had time to sit down and blog, nor have I been in any mischief for the time being. No adventures to report but I am feeling more like my sassy self everyday so I will be happy to be back to my silly self soon.

Squeezing Turnips

Have you ever heard the saying “you can’t squeeze blood out of a turnip?” Well in this new job I hear it a lot. It is a saying that means you can't get something (mainly money) from someone who does not have any. In the new job I just started I call people who are behind on their mortgage. Scratch that, I call A LOT of people who are behind in their mortgage. I am not calling to strong arm them into paying; I am calling to see what occurred to cause the hardship and what we can do to help. We can adjust the rate or the term to name I few things but I am not here to bore you with that. I talk to all kinds of people… ones that just don’t care, ones that panic, ones that are intentional, ones that blow me off, but my favorite are the jerks (male and female) who want to get sassy with me. Today I am sick and I am losing my voice so I am not really in the mood to chitchat…but this guy just set me off. I have to be professional, lucky for him but when he started cursing and telling me I was harassing him, when I had not even said who I was yet it kind of got me on the defensive. When he came out with the “you can’t squeeze blood out of a turnip, I said well lets see what we can do to work out a deed in lieu, but I was thinking…

I did not know I was dealing with a vegetable, and looky here I have a jar of fresh squeezed turnip blood right here on my desk!