Skip to content

We will, we will, rock you

January 9, 2014

I gotcha!  That title has nothing to do with this post, I was just jamming out to it and thought, I should blog.

Sorry I have been so MIA.  I know a few of you contacted me asking for a blog….and by a few I mean my one good friend, Share Bear.  It has been a very lazy and crazy last few weeks.  As I posted before, I got a promotion that started on monday.  Lets just say, it was best for me to walk away from my last position, leaving me with three weeks off!!  I had plans of doing daily meetings, driving out to see the girl I sponsor, watching my nieces, and blogging the hell out of this site but when I woke up on monday after the three weeks, all I had accomplished was gaining 7 pounds and spending an obscene amount of money on food.  I am now with the majority of America on my third day of my diet.  It was a hard slap in the face on monday afternoon when I gave in to the weight gain and unzipped my pants a little bit for the rest of the day.  Not gonna lie, it felt good.

I was able to finish all of my knitting projects, get some of the stuff above done and ring in the new year in Arizona with my boyfriend.  I also have been very busy embracing this great new life that God granted me.  I got a cute apartment in the city I love.  The landlord is a 70-some year old woman from Jersey who’s jewelery weighs more than she does.  She talks fast and I love it.

My first meeting with said landlord at her home:

Landlord: No parties or anything, it’s a quiet complex.

Me: Oh, no worries.  I don’t drink.

Landlord:  Let’s not get crazy (huge ring on hand weighs it down and it smacks the table…or she smacked the table) you can have a few cocktails with the girls but no parties.  You one of those alcoholics?

Me: ummm yea, I have been sober for 3 years

Landlord: You like Whitney Houston? (I nod, yes) Man, I love Whitney Houston.  Don’t you just wish you could just shake her? (makes choking symbol) and tell her to stop with all those drugs? Man, I love Whitney Houston.  (In walks  another 70-something women from Jersey and landlords points) She hates Whitney Houston.  I play the Body Guard all day in the other room and always listen to her CD’s in the car.  Man, I wish she was still here.  Anyways, the deposit is $800.

Do you love her too now?

Between the christmas presents I haven’t found a spot for, my unpacked suitcase from Arizona, boxes for the move and me adjusting to working from home catching bad guys, my mind is chaos but I love it.  I know the boxes will get packed, moved and unpacked somehow and I will adjust to this new job.  I am just pinching myself because it all doesn’t seem real that it’s all happening.  How does a girl like me get to live this life?  I know I had nothing to do with it.  I am just trying to stay out of God’s way and let it unfold to his liking.  I’ll let you know how it rolls out.

From → Uncategorized

  1. Michelle permalink

    Look at you…you have come full circle! I am so PROUD of you! I am so so HAPPY for you! Happy certainly looks good on you! You ARE and will FOREVER be RAD! I LOVE You! Now it’s time for some MAGAZINES!! 2014 will be your year my love! ❤️ xoxo❤️

  2. Shaena permalink

    So happy for you honey bun!!! You deserve all the happiness in the world. And your landlord sounds amazeballs!

  3. I love her now too. I thought I was the only one who still listens to the Body Guard soundtrack on purpose. Great post, happy new year!

    • Ha! I love that soundtrack. I can jam to I’m every woman a day long! Thanks for reading!!

  4. Shari permalink

    I still can’t get that song out of my head, thanks for the read! miss you! xoxo

  5. I’m sorry why haven’t we talked about this?! You didn’t tell me you actually picked an apartment!! I’m overly excited you blogged

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: