Winds of Change

Great song and as far as the second verse goes, it sort of applies...

It's been a while as my 3 followers will see from my last post, so I figured at least an update was long overdue.

I have gotten more things for my apartment and still discovering whatever my "style" is. I enjoy the space and the freedom, but still enjoy to "come home". My Mom still refers to it as "that apartment" and I am corrected sometimes if I call it "home". I try to be sensitive to it, but I also think it's funny.

So, for those who keep up with me on facebook, I have a new job!!

I really like it and keep waiting for something bad to happen. It's just too good. No one is monitoring me, no one hassels me, I keep up with my time, and I do everything at my own pace. I could get used to this, if I would stop waiting for the "other shoe to fall" or whatever.

I actually have an office!! I often close the door and listen to music, which is good and bad. I think I forget sometimes that I am in an office and that the wall are paper thin. So far I have only busted myself humming. However, the other day people cleared out early and I totally could have been jamming out! Fridays are like a ghost town and the offices on either side of me are usually empty. So, my "night owl" status and being up too late, like tonight are not great when it's that quiet. I will just have to use one of my "what to do when caught sleeping at work" excuses, like...when found asleep in your office and you manage to rouse yourself from sleep when someone enters the room simply open your eyes and say "amen".

October is usually a pretty busy month for me, a lot of birthdays, including my own. I have had something going on every weekend this month I believe. I went to the state fair for the first time...I think I would appreciate more the novelty of a small town fair. It was crowded and I got blisters. I went to a family reunion last weekend...I made it a majority of one of the days before I got "well, you still depriving a young man of your companionship?" I guess I was surprised no one pressed the issue sooner and I guess I should be grateful they said "young man", unless they expect me to marry younger. I guess with my last birthday I am approaching the time of my life that that will be a constant "concern" on the part of those around me. I also managed to be the only girl at the reunion watching the Ranger game (the 2nd game of the series), didn't "single" myself out there!

This weekend I am doing something I thought I would not do...I'm going to my 10 year high school reunion. I fear/dread the following:

-Finding it lame and wanting to leave soon after arrival
-Finding myself standing alone
-Finding myself "drawing a blank" when someone greets me (especially if it's a big greeting, like opening to a hug upon approach)
-Having a person come up to me and say "you made high school terrible for me"-(wasn't there someone for everyone?)
-Having a person say "you never talked to me in high school"-(uh it's called shyness and I have a filter!)
-Having a person say "I had a huge crush on you in high school" (boy or girl) and maybe following it with "you were really pretty then" or something (should I be flattered?)
-Getting rained on...it is going to be outside (especially if I wear my hair straight)
-Getting stuck at the "singles" table ( I am the singles table in my life)
-Getting the "that's okay...it'll happen" to my response of "no" to the "are you married?"; "are you seeing anyone?"; or "do you have any children?"questions (maybe I should just say I am converting to Catholicism and then becoming a nun or buy a cabin in the woods and take up a trade)

Why am I going again??

I'm Still Here

Just to save face and show proof that I exist still and not just on facebook, I will do an update and maybe a few pics. So, a lot has happened since my last post. I moved into an apartment, that was pretty huge....I have actually kept my car damage free, and I have kept my cell phone dry. I know, pretty crazy...actually I just can't seem to think of anything else right now...

Anyway, so I moved into an apartment...it's funny I never knew what kind of "decorating tastes" I had until now. My taste is basically, a whatever, laid back feel like my personality. I guess it's true that it reflects you as a person. I am not sure if that is good or bad. I am putting little bit of everything in my apartment. I like the random find and not the mass produced for the most part. To demonstrate, here are a few pics of a few random finds...

That's my dining table, it actually has 6 chairs now since there is a leaf for it too. I got it at a trading post in Justin, Tx. It's called Justin Trading Post or Mommies Trading Post and I have since bought a coffee table (seen above), many things for my kitchen, and a papasan chair from there. The chairs don't all match, but I kinda love that about it. The table is scarred and heavy and I love that too. The coffee table was a cool find since it was covered in stuff and I was about to leave the store, once I uncovered it I knew I had to have it. Thanks to Laura for introducing me to the trading post!

I did get a "mass produced" couch because my Grandpa offered to buy me a new one instead of giving me his old one. I thought that was pretty sweet! This is a pic I got of it online...

It looks like leather right? Nope, microfiber. I know what you're thinking...oh. Truly it is a great couch and I have already taken naps on it and it survived it's first christening thanks to Lil' Miss Calli only minutes after it's delivery. She suddenly became a human geyser and spit up on it! Oddly enough I had just mentioned to Lexi that the couch was the type of material that you could spill something on and just wipe it off. Haha.

I of course did not feel completely moved in until after I got a shelf for my movies...here's the before and after of the shelf that I found at a resale shop:

It looks like I may need to be looking for another shelf soon. Haha.

My only complaints are my upstairs neighbor, I call him Bootsy. I am really starting to believe that he may wear boots at all times because his footfalls are deafening! I create many scenarios in my head as to why he is so loud. They keep me from going up there and confronting him, along with the fact that it's not in my nature to do so. One scenario is that he is a serial killer and he is moving bodies therefore his steps are heavier with the added weight. I am afraid of that being fact and him opening the door covered in plastic and me developing a hate for the color red and associating it with fear and nausea. I know, that's a little gruesome. Another, is I picture one of me confronting him only for him to answer the door in only a towel and be extremely attractive and me getting tongue-tied and red faced and just running back down the stairs (more like falling or rolling if it's possible on cement stairs). I also picture him answering the door in said "attire" and being extremely unattractive and it being all the more awkward. Or, yikes, him answer the door naked...don't worry the full picture never develops there....haha.

I still have yet to put anything on the walls in the living room and need to take more pics to show you more of the apartment, but I have to just tease so you may read the next one. So, until then...