Okay, this is one of those blogs that won't be broken into three. This is one BIG ASS RANT.
So, We've been in TRADOC for almost a year and a quarter now... The bad thing about this is privates get babied for WAY to long!! Some of these little douche nuggets here need a taste of BIG ARMY REALITY!
Por ejemplo:
There's a private here at Ft Sill in Aaron's AIT battery that tries to sham out of EVERYTHING because he complains all the time that he doesn't spend enough time with his family... REALLY?! (I'll come back to that thought)...
Normally the boys that live off post don't have to go to COB on Tuesdays, Wednesday, and Thursdays... Today they had to. This private started to throw a fit to himself and once out of class, hauled ass home to grab his child from his wife (mind you this family has TWO cars and the wife DOES NOT WORK) and brought the child TO FORMATION saying "that he couldn't stay because he had to take care of his child becuase his wife was too busy...
Seriously?! Try to pull that when you're in the opporational army... And please complain right now how much you don't to see your husband... Try the fact that the job they picked has NO set hours and doesn't care what you're in the middle of? He has to show up when they need him and be there until the system is back up... which could take 24 hours or MORE!
I'll do you one better. He didn't want to be in class... They used THIS story:
The wife's mom was "sick" back home in Tennessee and refused to go to the hospital and that his wife had to fly home immediately and he needed to take her... Never mind the fact that they have TWO cars... Aaron also offered up me to take her since it was my day off, but "that just wouldn't work" with no reason behind it. Later that day Aaron and I saw BOTH of them (time enough for her to have gotten to TN with a long layover time) headed into town to the mall. The excuse they used once they got busted? She got "so sick" on the way to the airport that "they wouldn't let her onto the plane." BULL SHIT.
I seriously HATE whiny wives like this!! You knew what you were coming into when he signed up for the Army... I can't wait to see you flop in the BIG Army.
All my Seasoned BAMFAWS? I want replies.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Cake, Nudes, and Legit
DISCLAIMER:
This post is not a bait and hook for compliments.
This post is something that IRKS me and STILL makes me scratch my head.
Boys, It's your turn to respond.
(Ladies, you're still welcome to put in your 2 cents lol)
What exactly makes a woman "HOT?"
Seriously... Everyone knows at least on of all three types I'm about to go through here... Along with a combination of some of them all mashed and meshed up together.
Caked-Faced-Nearly-Naked, I-Strive-To-Be-Different, and the There's-Something-About-Mary-Type.
THAT girl. Need I say more? The one that CAKES on her face (to the point if you saw her with no make-up on... you would have no idea who she was) and dresses like she works on the nearest street corner? Her facebook profile picture is her with f*ck*d up hair and her best duck face? Yeah, THAT girl. What in the world makes her "attractive?" Could it be what the media has pumped into the minds of our generation? Less clothes, more skin. More make-up, less weight..... okay, I'm done.
Seriously though... WHAT makes this girl attractive?
You know what? Forget the three types of girls.
Let's attack it from this angle.
How does a guy's mind work?? Maybe something like:
"This girl I could see myself screwing just for a one night stand... She's HOT. This girl I could see myself dating... but I don't think I could really ever take her seriously. And this girl, I could see myself with for the rest of my life... She's safe."
Is that how it works?
Does every guy have a different definition of hot?
Please break this down to me and every other woman on the earth.
Get. At. It.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
My Ft Jackson Ladies, My Home Dogs, Lawton
Army Wives Stick Together
I've found this phrase true with the friends I've made on only ONE post. Ft. Jackson. I miss these ladies more than they probably know. One of my best friends ever opened up the world of Army Wife Life and Army Family to me at this very post. In my scattered time that totals to 2 months that I spent there, I've made the best friends in such short time. Mary, Jen, Melynda, Tina, Maritza, and Amy/Heather.
At first I had to hide the fact that I was just a SIT's wife to avoid a little (or a lot) of trouble. I dodged answering questions like how old I was, how long Aaron had been in, where he was, and what exactly he was doing while I was visiting Ft. Jackson. I was worried that maybe when we were able to tell my little secret they wouldn't like me too much anymore. I was wrong.... VERY wrong.
I thought that since I hadn't spent so much time with these ladies that I would just be "friends" with them on facebook and never really talk with any of them anymore... Again.... WRONG.
I feel like these ladies are my sisters. I can't wait to go back and visit them. And I surely hope that one day the wind blows me to a duty station with at least one of these fabulous women.
Of course a lot of the credit goes to Mrs. Thompson (boy she hated when I called her that in the beginning). If she hadn't taken me under her wing on their first cycle on the trail, I would never know what the Army Family is all about. I would never have had such peace of mind going through the first two months of marriage being spent apart. I feel I know more about what lies ahead of me in our Army Life than what most noob wives know in the first contract term of their SO's enlistment. I've found another best friend in life in this fine lady. In a matter of a month we were inseparable... well, at least on the phone. haha In that time we had already demised a scheme to get me to stay at her house a week prior to graduation. Upon meeting her? It was like I knew her all my life. There was never an awkward moment had between us. Hell, we even ran around her house in unmentionables half asleep/awake when Puffin was dead asleep.
There's No Place Like Home
There are times, though, where I wish I could just click my glittery red heels three times and find my self in the place I longed to get away from for so long. There in that small ass town are my "child hood" bests. No matter where I am in the world, they always make time to talk... Vice-versa.
These kids supported my decision to grow up a lot faster than I needed to. Not very many people were with me on that decision, as you can imagine. They were with me every step of the way. Planning my wedding, showers, parties, and keeping me occupied as the slow two months passed while BCT was going on.
We have some special friendships... and Lord knows if I find any (other than Mary and my Ft Jackson girls) friends like'm on the planet.
I mean, Paige has watched me pee on a stick, we get obnoxious in movies, and eat sushi and Canes at least once or twice a week. Kayla and I send each other pictures of the awesome dumps we take and burp aloud until our faces turn blue. Rachel and I used to pee in the grass in her back yard in the middle of the night if we didn't feel like going inside to go in the middle of our night swims and color book sacks until our fingers were rainbow colored. Sarah and I could spend HOURS watching every Audrey Hepburn movie ever made and play rock band until blisters took over our fingers. K.P. and I would just spend money (mostly of which was her mothers) and dye Easter eggs in mass production.
Paige and I have been friends for years and years on end. She's been there for me since I moved to dinky denham in the 5th grade (about 9 years). Her and I talk every day. Even if I'm a bazillion miles away. She probably knows more about military life than most civilians. She chooses to learn those things because it's what her best friends life is now all about. Between her, Mary, and Kayla... They would all come flying to me in one way or another if a government SUV ever showed up in my drive way with devastating news.
And who could forget the most amazing recruiting crew in the world over at 3T5D. The Wadleigh Family has been there for us through the whole thing. I never expected a recruiting station to go above and beyond what they are called to do as recruiters.
Wanna know why the state of Texas hasn't fallen into the Gulf of Mexico yet?
Because Oklahoma SUCKS!
I've managed to make a few friends in Oklahoma. The only good good friend I met here in OK, she's already PCS's to another station :( but I'm blessed to have one of the most BOMB co-workers. She's slowly teaching me to pimp a car. lol I've also had the pleasure, for some not so much *cough cough*, of meeting some of Aaron's "Battle Buddies" wives. Some of the other fellow 94S wives I have yet to meet (which will be fixed VERY soon).
In the ones that I have met face to face, I just don't gel with like I do my Jackson Ladies or my Home Dogs. Makes things a little lonely here. I work, I go home, eat dinner with Aaron, Sleep, and do it all over again. BLAH.
All in all? I miss my girls.
I've found this phrase true with the friends I've made on only ONE post. Ft. Jackson. I miss these ladies more than they probably know. One of my best friends ever opened up the world of Army Wife Life and Army Family to me at this very post. In my scattered time that totals to 2 months that I spent there, I've made the best friends in such short time. Mary, Jen, Melynda, Tina, Maritza, and Amy/Heather.
At first I had to hide the fact that I was just a SIT's wife to avoid a little (or a lot) of trouble. I dodged answering questions like how old I was, how long Aaron had been in, where he was, and what exactly he was doing while I was visiting Ft. Jackson. I was worried that maybe when we were able to tell my little secret they wouldn't like me too much anymore. I was wrong.... VERY wrong.
I thought that since I hadn't spent so much time with these ladies that I would just be "friends" with them on facebook and never really talk with any of them anymore... Again.... WRONG.
I feel like these ladies are my sisters. I can't wait to go back and visit them. And I surely hope that one day the wind blows me to a duty station with at least one of these fabulous women.
Of course a lot of the credit goes to Mrs. Thompson (boy she hated when I called her that in the beginning). If she hadn't taken me under her wing on their first cycle on the trail, I would never know what the Army Family is all about. I would never have had such peace of mind going through the first two months of marriage being spent apart. I feel I know more about what lies ahead of me in our Army Life than what most noob wives know in the first contract term of their SO's enlistment. I've found another best friend in life in this fine lady. In a matter of a month we were inseparable... well, at least on the phone. haha In that time we had already demised a scheme to get me to stay at her house a week prior to graduation. Upon meeting her? It was like I knew her all my life. There was never an awkward moment had between us. Hell, we even ran around her house in unmentionables half asleep/awake when Puffin was dead asleep.
There's No Place Like Home
There are times, though, where I wish I could just click my glittery red heels three times and find my self in the place I longed to get away from for so long. There in that small ass town are my "child hood" bests. No matter where I am in the world, they always make time to talk... Vice-versa.
These kids supported my decision to grow up a lot faster than I needed to. Not very many people were with me on that decision, as you can imagine. They were with me every step of the way. Planning my wedding, showers, parties, and keeping me occupied as the slow two months passed while BCT was going on.
We have some special friendships... and Lord knows if I find any (other than Mary and my Ft Jackson girls) friends like'm on the planet.
I mean, Paige has watched me pee on a stick, we get obnoxious in movies, and eat sushi and Canes at least once or twice a week. Kayla and I send each other pictures of the awesome dumps we take and burp aloud until our faces turn blue. Rachel and I used to pee in the grass in her back yard in the middle of the night if we didn't feel like going inside to go in the middle of our night swims and color book sacks until our fingers were rainbow colored. Sarah and I could spend HOURS watching every Audrey Hepburn movie ever made and play rock band until blisters took over our fingers. K.P. and I would just spend money (mostly of which was her mothers) and dye Easter eggs in mass production.
Paige and I have been friends for years and years on end. She's been there for me since I moved to dinky denham in the 5th grade (about 9 years). Her and I talk every day. Even if I'm a bazillion miles away. She probably knows more about military life than most civilians. She chooses to learn those things because it's what her best friends life is now all about. Between her, Mary, and Kayla... They would all come flying to me in one way or another if a government SUV ever showed up in my drive way with devastating news.
And who could forget the most amazing recruiting crew in the world over at 3T5D. The Wadleigh Family has been there for us through the whole thing. I never expected a recruiting station to go above and beyond what they are called to do as recruiters.
Wanna know why the state of Texas hasn't fallen into the Gulf of Mexico yet?
Because Oklahoma SUCKS!
I've managed to make a few friends in Oklahoma. The only good good friend I met here in OK, she's already PCS's to another station :( but I'm blessed to have one of the most BOMB co-workers. She's slowly teaching me to pimp a car. lol I've also had the pleasure, for some not so much *cough cough*, of meeting some of Aaron's "Battle Buddies" wives. Some of the other fellow 94S wives I have yet to meet (which will be fixed VERY soon).
In the ones that I have met face to face, I just don't gel with like I do my Jackson Ladies or my Home Dogs. Makes things a little lonely here. I work, I go home, eat dinner with Aaron, Sleep, and do it all over again. BLAH.
All in all? I miss my girls.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Car Dealerships, Oakleys, and Home
Car Dealerships
Let me just say that I will NEVER buy a car in a military town. They screw you (or try to) every time. I've spent my past three days dealing with TWO dealerships, 2 credit unions, and stupid sales people. I really don't feel like explaining everything, but I can tell you at one point we "owned" a 2008 Mustang for about 13 hours. We took it back. Want to know why? Because I realized that the price they gave us didn't include the rest that we owe on our trade in... Outlaw (the HHR). So we were paying TWO notes for only ONE car. YEAH RIGHT! Took that bottom line stock piece back!
The moral of the story is wait for a good deal, wait and make a big down payment (not a trade), and just have two cars instead of just one.
I promise, I won't take them to Mt. Scott!
So, about 7 months ago we went bouldering on Mt. Scott. I stopped about 3/4 the way up and took my Oakleys off to put up my hair again... We finally get to the top and guess who realizes that they never took off their sunglasses from hanging on her shirt to put back on her face? Yeah, me. So, RIP pretty bronze polarized Oakley Darts... You're missed.
About two weeks ago I finally got a new pair! Thank God! I missed my good quality sunglasses. I basically live in them from March-October. I promise I'll buy a cheap pair next time I decide to go climb a mountain.
And this weekend Aaron finally gets his new pair. I bought his first pair 3 months after we started dating for Christmas 2008. So, I guess after 2.5 years he deserves a new pair, right? Especially because I only had mine for 6 months and then lost the ones he bought me on our honeymoon... haha
Home is where the heart is. Or maybe it's where the Army sends us?
So, we are now at the point where projected orders should come in; give or take a few weeks. Projected is the operative word there. Yes, that means they could still change, but is about 75% a sure thing. We hear that our options at this point are something like this:
Ft. Hood, TX
Ft. Bliss (El Paso), TX
Ft. Sill (Lawton), OK - we are here now
Germany
and Maaayyyyybbbbeeee Ft. Bragg, NC
Well, it wouldn't be completely bad if we stayed here in Lawton. Sure, Oklahoma SUCKS... but we wouldn't have to move... I already have a job... it works. And we could basically just take leave to come home to Louisiana after graduation and then come back home to Lawton.
Ewwww did I just call Lawton home? I honestly wouldn't know what to do with myself if we came back home to LA for a bit. There are so many people we miss (and a lot that we don't), so many people Aaron still has to meet, food that we miss, places to shop that just don't exist in OK, and ahhhh its just so over whelming. Then again... Lawton is where Aaron and I live, work, and everything in between... hmmm...
I don't have too much to say for today. What about you?
Let me just say that I will NEVER buy a car in a military town. They screw you (or try to) every time. I've spent my past three days dealing with TWO dealerships, 2 credit unions, and stupid sales people. I really don't feel like explaining everything, but I can tell you at one point we "owned" a 2008 Mustang for about 13 hours. We took it back. Want to know why? Because I realized that the price they gave us didn't include the rest that we owe on our trade in... Outlaw (the HHR). So we were paying TWO notes for only ONE car. YEAH RIGHT! Took that bottom line stock piece back!
The moral of the story is wait for a good deal, wait and make a big down payment (not a trade), and just have two cars instead of just one.
I promise, I won't take them to Mt. Scott!
So, about 7 months ago we went bouldering on Mt. Scott. I stopped about 3/4 the way up and took my Oakleys off to put up my hair again... We finally get to the top and guess who realizes that they never took off their sunglasses from hanging on her shirt to put back on her face? Yeah, me. So, RIP pretty bronze polarized Oakley Darts... You're missed.
About two weeks ago I finally got a new pair! Thank God! I missed my good quality sunglasses. I basically live in them from March-October. I promise I'll buy a cheap pair next time I decide to go climb a mountain.
And this weekend Aaron finally gets his new pair. I bought his first pair 3 months after we started dating for Christmas 2008. So, I guess after 2.5 years he deserves a new pair, right? Especially because I only had mine for 6 months and then lost the ones he bought me on our honeymoon... haha
Home is where the heart is. Or maybe it's where the Army sends us?
So, we are now at the point where projected orders should come in; give or take a few weeks. Projected is the operative word there. Yes, that means they could still change, but is about 75% a sure thing. We hear that our options at this point are something like this:
Ft. Hood, TX
Ft. Bliss (El Paso), TX
Ft. Sill (Lawton), OK - we are here now
Germany
and Maaayyyyybbbbeeee Ft. Bragg, NC
Well, it wouldn't be completely bad if we stayed here in Lawton. Sure, Oklahoma SUCKS... but we wouldn't have to move... I already have a job... it works. And we could basically just take leave to come home to Louisiana after graduation and then come back home to Lawton.
Ewwww did I just call Lawton home? I honestly wouldn't know what to do with myself if we came back home to LA for a bit. There are so many people we miss (and a lot that we don't), so many people Aaron still has to meet, food that we miss, places to shop that just don't exist in OK, and ahhhh its just so over whelming. Then again... Lawton is where Aaron and I live, work, and everything in between... hmmm...
I don't have too much to say for today. What about you?
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The truth, Playing dirty, and Pay Freeze
First of all I would like to apologize for the length between this post and my last. I got switched to another property (a story you will get later in this blog)... among other things. Let's just get right into it, shall we?
The Truth
The DNA test came back... And the answer we got was both happy and sad. What I grew up knowing is true. Obviously, that's the happy part. However, there is a saddening in this as well. There will be a lot of questioning and unsureness on the other side of the fence, but on my side of the fence... the story is complete. In the event, however, that somebody stirs a pot of lies... I WILL defend MY family.
Playing Dirty
The reason I have not been posting much is due to the fact my work world just got turned upside down. (Inset clip of Fresh Prince theme song here) I've gotten moved to another propety in Lawton. Let me remind you that Aaron and I only have one vehicle and I only got a 12 hour notice of my new location. Also, that this property is a hell hole. They brought the ever lovely Rhonda and I over to do a lease up (get numbers up becuase we are bad asses at what we do) because what had been going on there was just plain WRONG. Let me just say we are being screw in the butt* repeatedly for basically doing them a favor. Example? I was promised and extra GRAND for a bonus... cool right?! HELL YEA! Oh wait... I'm not getting it anymore because their too cheap to give what they promise.
There's a lot of venting that I could do here, but I could go on for DAYS on everything I've been crapped on for the last not even two weeks.
Pay Freeze
Military pay freeze may begin in April if big wigs can't get their act together?
Don't even start me.
I feel as if I've been away from the world for ages.
Anyone got anything they want to share?
The Truth
The DNA test came back... And the answer we got was both happy and sad. What I grew up knowing is true. Obviously, that's the happy part. However, there is a saddening in this as well. There will be a lot of questioning and unsureness on the other side of the fence, but on my side of the fence... the story is complete. In the event, however, that somebody stirs a pot of lies... I WILL defend MY family.
Playing Dirty
The reason I have not been posting much is due to the fact my work world just got turned upside down. (Inset clip of Fresh Prince theme song here) I've gotten moved to another propety in Lawton. Let me remind you that Aaron and I only have one vehicle and I only got a 12 hour notice of my new location. Also, that this property is a hell hole. They brought the ever lovely Rhonda and I over to do a lease up (get numbers up becuase we are bad asses at what we do) because what had been going on there was just plain WRONG. Let me just say we are being screw in the butt* repeatedly for basically doing them a favor. Example? I was promised and extra GRAND for a bonus... cool right?! HELL YEA! Oh wait... I'm not getting it anymore because their too cheap to give what they promise.
There's a lot of venting that I could do here, but I could go on for DAYS on everything I've been crapped on for the last not even two weeks.
Pay Freeze
Military pay freeze may begin in April if big wigs can't get their act together?
Don't even start me.
I feel as if I've been away from the world for ages.
Anyone got anything they want to share?
Friday, February 25, 2011
Ms. Berry...
First of all let me say that I'm too nice of a person no matter how creepy somebody is.
One day it'll get me killed.
So, let me give you a little back story.
We all know I work my ass off just to get a lease. Well, about two weeks ago, I walked this lady (approximately 45 years of age) to show her one of our 2 bedroom/ 1 bath town homes. She had pretty much torn up the town and was ready just to give up. As soon as I opened the door the the town home, she was THRILLED! She loved the floor plan. She loved the location of the unit. She loved EVERYTHING about it. The only thing she didn't like? The price. So, I did my thing and got the price down by $50 a month. She was MORE than pleased. I also got the new wood slatted blinds for her. More than that? I gave her the rest of the month (granted its only three days) free rent. She told me I was such a blessing to her, God sent, and that SHE LOVED ME. She said all this as she was giving me this GIANT hug. Creepy. I just gave her the sided one armed back pat... that was MORE than a violation of my personal space. I had known her for about 5 minutes at that point.
Needless to say... She leased.
She gave me HELL for 2 weeks because of her qualification to rent. I fought, fought, fought for this woman to move in. I eventually got my way. After I got the "If it goes bad, its on you. And you're over due for a bad egg" speech from my Big Boss, Nick.
This woman is nothing short of high maintenance...
Today, she came in to sign her lease and she told me again the just wonderful things about me.
*Insert eye roll here*
I had no problems getting the all the stuff for her lease signed and squared away.
Thank GOD!
So, I'm more than ready at this point to go to lunch. That means my day is halfway over and that much closer to the weekend. Well, Aaron leave about half way through my lunch hour to go to Warrior Tasks and Battle Drills. This makes Lucy FREAK OUT. So, I thought I would take her outside to potty because I was leaving soon. Lucy BOLTED out the door, darted across the street, and around the other apartment building. I chase after her, spanked her butt - go ahead and call PETA, I SPANK MY DOG- and picked her up to carry her home. I turned around *insert suspense creepy music here* to see Ms. Berry standing right there. Of course she commented on how cute Lucy was and asked if I was on lunch. I replied with a yes and she told me to enjoy it. I walk back to my apartment and close the door. Just as I opened my mouth to yell at Lucy to get in her bed for being bad... there was a knock at the door.
I look out the little peep hole and low and behold it's Ms. Berry's lover. (Mind you... This man looks like a rotten ghetto BUM). With a heavy sigh I opened to door. The man, mind you he's not on the lease) asked me if he could pull the truck up on the curb, drive on the grass to, and move Ms. Berry in.
*PAUSE*
NO ONE IS EVER ALLOWED TO DRIVE ONTO THE GRASS ON PROPERTY.
(Unless you're the carpet cleaning guy... Which, we own his company anyway)
*PLAY*
I reply with, "No sir. We do not allow anyone to do that regardless of the fact they may be moving in or out. That is an everyday policy for us. On top of that, we have our regional manager coming into town today and that REALLY won't fly."
"You mean to tell me that she pays $715 a month for rent and she cant even get close to her apartment to unload her things?! Washers and Dryers are damn heavy don't you know!"
"Well, sir. I gave her that price. She COULD be paying $50 more a month. On top of that she hasn't even payed for rent yet because I GAVE her the rest of the month for FREE."
"Well, that's just ridiculous!!"
*Insert angry Kellie slamming door here*
I look at the clock... It's time for me to go back to work. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I just spent the last TEN MINUTES chasing my stupid dog and to be bothered by a tenant who hadn't been a tenant for more than FIVE MINUTES?!
One day it'll get me killed.
So, let me give you a little back story.
We all know I work my ass off just to get a lease. Well, about two weeks ago, I walked this lady (approximately 45 years of age) to show her one of our 2 bedroom/ 1 bath town homes. She had pretty much torn up the town and was ready just to give up. As soon as I opened the door the the town home, she was THRILLED! She loved the floor plan. She loved the location of the unit. She loved EVERYTHING about it. The only thing she didn't like? The price. So, I did my thing and got the price down by $50 a month. She was MORE than pleased. I also got the new wood slatted blinds for her. More than that? I gave her the rest of the month (granted its only three days) free rent. She told me I was such a blessing to her, God sent, and that SHE LOVED ME. She said all this as she was giving me this GIANT hug. Creepy. I just gave her the sided one armed back pat... that was MORE than a violation of my personal space. I had known her for about 5 minutes at that point.
Needless to say... She leased.
She gave me HELL for 2 weeks because of her qualification to rent. I fought, fought, fought for this woman to move in. I eventually got my way. After I got the "If it goes bad, its on you. And you're over due for a bad egg" speech from my Big Boss, Nick.
This woman is nothing short of high maintenance...
Today, she came in to sign her lease and she told me again the just wonderful things about me.
*Insert eye roll here*
I had no problems getting the all the stuff for her lease signed and squared away.
Thank GOD!
So, I'm more than ready at this point to go to lunch. That means my day is halfway over and that much closer to the weekend. Well, Aaron leave about half way through my lunch hour to go to Warrior Tasks and Battle Drills. This makes Lucy FREAK OUT. So, I thought I would take her outside to potty because I was leaving soon. Lucy BOLTED out the door, darted across the street, and around the other apartment building. I chase after her, spanked her butt - go ahead and call PETA, I SPANK MY DOG- and picked her up to carry her home. I turned around *insert suspense creepy music here* to see Ms. Berry standing right there. Of course she commented on how cute Lucy was and asked if I was on lunch. I replied with a yes and she told me to enjoy it. I walk back to my apartment and close the door. Just as I opened my mouth to yell at Lucy to get in her bed for being bad... there was a knock at the door.
I look out the little peep hole and low and behold it's Ms. Berry's lover. (Mind you... This man looks like a rotten ghetto BUM). With a heavy sigh I opened to door. The man, mind you he's not on the lease) asked me if he could pull the truck up on the curb, drive on the grass to, and move Ms. Berry in.
*PAUSE*
NO ONE IS EVER ALLOWED TO DRIVE ONTO THE GRASS ON PROPERTY.
(Unless you're the carpet cleaning guy... Which, we own his company anyway)
*PLAY*
I reply with, "No sir. We do not allow anyone to do that regardless of the fact they may be moving in or out. That is an everyday policy for us. On top of that, we have our regional manager coming into town today and that REALLY won't fly."
"You mean to tell me that she pays $715 a month for rent and she cant even get close to her apartment to unload her things?! Washers and Dryers are damn heavy don't you know!"
"Well, sir. I gave her that price. She COULD be paying $50 more a month. On top of that she hasn't even payed for rent yet because I GAVE her the rest of the month for FREE."
"Well, that's just ridiculous!!"
*Insert angry Kellie slamming door here*
I look at the clock... It's time for me to go back to work. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I just spent the last TEN MINUTES chasing my stupid dog and to be bothered by a tenant who hadn't been a tenant for more than FIVE MINUTES?!
DO NOT COME NOT ON MY PERSONAL APARTMENT'S DOOR!
We are not friends of any sort. You've never done any favors for me. I've been busting my ass to get you into a lease and get what you wanted and you're going to ask for MORE and be ANGRY when I tell you that's against the rules?!
OH HELL NO!
OH HELL NO!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Ramble/Outlet
So, with the bazillions of things going on right now,
I'm getting in a random break down/ shut down habit.
Poor Aaron.
Last night, I pretty much just shut down on him.
Completely.
Let me get a flow chart for you here to the best of my ability.
This whole DNA test thing?
It's almost like a virgin peeing on a stick.
Even though you know you're not preggo,
it still makes you nervous.
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Family.
I don't even know where to start.
Or if I even should on here.
What the hell is family to me anymore?
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This is where BIG decision making comes in.
If the test comes back positive...
What do I do?
What is the "right" thing to do?
Even though I'm 90% sure it won't come back positive...
It still makes me sweat.
WORK.
The first week of the next month is upon us.
That's known as hell week here at work.
Rent to deposit
Rent to post.
Pay or quit letters to post on doors and send in the mail.
The beginning of a new lease count.
Back to ZERO.
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Corporate Office.
This goes back to yesterday's post.
The Fairy Tale of some sort?
Refer back to that.
It should cover what I'm getting at.
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Finances.
I could be pulling in a lot of money from my leases right now.
As a matter of fact, I would be seeing it on Friday's check.
Guess what?
Because of the dadgum files being "incorrect?"
I can't.
Don't get me wrong either.
We have money.
We ARE NOT struggling.
It just sucks when you've been putting off getting things you want
because you are supposed to be getting extra money
that isn't accounted for in a budget...
And then not getting it... for weeks on end.
Isn't that what bonuses are for?!
Using them for something that isn't a neccesity?
Hmm... like a grill?
(not for your teeth... you know... the thing you cook on? lol)
or a new XBOX with Kinnect?
or a nice shiny bad ass camera?
OR a pretty hefty down payment on a car?
Just saying...
That's the WHOLE reason why I work.
So we can use what I make to have FUN.
Maybe a little FUN would be a good solution to some of this.
Illness.
Self explanitory, right?
I'm losing sleep over all this anxiety.
Migranes.
Throwing up.
The works.
I need an Ativan.
End of Rant.
I apologize for my large bitching session.
It was much needed.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Recent Events, A Ring on a Finger, and Flutes
It's been one hell of a ride.
^ That I do know for sure.
I apologize for my lack of posting. Recent events in my life has kept me busy for the past week or so.
Soon enough (approximately a week) and it all should be over. Everything out in the open. With the answer given, there will be tears and dancing. It just depends which side of the fence you're on. I'd prefer to be on the side dancing, of course. It would make my next decision a hell of a lot easier, too. Again, I come to the fight of "right" and "wrong." I'm just going to procrastinate and say we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
A rags to riches story of some sort.
Once upon a time, there was a lowly leasing consultant. Her knight in shining armor pulled up in his blacked out beamer and swooped her off her feet. This knight just happened to be the "King" of the company's son. She did the swirly-eye-hypnosis-crap and now has a ring on her left ring finger... Now, she's moving up the ladder to the corporate office as the "Princess" and wreaking havoc on all the other lowly leasing consultants by giving them new file structures. This made all the leasing consultants - and their managers- very unhappy for they were up to their elbows in "incorrect" files and not being allowed to claim their bonuses until further notice.
But the leasing consultants had no fear, for the little yellow leasing agent (who was a bit of a bad ass in leasing) karate chopped the evil "Princess" in half. Never again did the leasing crew have to worry about incorrect files and claimed thousands of dollars in bonuses with no fear.
THE END.
Okay, so obviously the last paragraph didn't happen. I just like to imagine it that way as I wade through the 3 feet of files stacked up around my office.
Starting a Tradition
Sunday was mine and Aaron's one year wedding anniversary. :)
Our top teir of the cake I never got to taste, because it was too busy floating around in my left eye, was/is at home in Denham. It would have taken $150 in over night shipping plus dry ice to get it to us. So, Wal*Mart special "petite" cake decorated "fancy" would do us just fine. We ate cake and drank campaign from the flutes we had monogrammed for the wedding. I believe this is going to be a reaccuring thing for us. :)
Thanks again to everyone that made our quick wedding possible!
^ That I do know for sure.
I apologize for my lack of posting. Recent events in my life has kept me busy for the past week or so.
Soon enough (approximately a week) and it all should be over. Everything out in the open. With the answer given, there will be tears and dancing. It just depends which side of the fence you're on. I'd prefer to be on the side dancing, of course. It would make my next decision a hell of a lot easier, too. Again, I come to the fight of "right" and "wrong." I'm just going to procrastinate and say we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
A rags to riches story of some sort.
Once upon a time, there was a lowly leasing consultant. Her knight in shining armor pulled up in his blacked out beamer and swooped her off her feet. This knight just happened to be the "King" of the company's son. She did the swirly-eye-hypnosis-crap and now has a ring on her left ring finger... Now, she's moving up the ladder to the corporate office as the "Princess" and wreaking havoc on all the other lowly leasing consultants by giving them new file structures. This made all the leasing consultants - and their managers- very unhappy for they were up to their elbows in "incorrect" files and not being allowed to claim their bonuses until further notice.
But the leasing consultants had no fear, for the little yellow leasing agent (who was a bit of a bad ass in leasing) karate chopped the evil "Princess" in half. Never again did the leasing crew have to worry about incorrect files and claimed thousands of dollars in bonuses with no fear.
THE END.
Okay, so obviously the last paragraph didn't happen. I just like to imagine it that way as I wade through the 3 feet of files stacked up around my office.
Starting a Tradition
Sunday was mine and Aaron's one year wedding anniversary. :)
Our top teir of the cake I never got to taste, because it was too busy floating around in my left eye, was/is at home in Denham. It would have taken $150 in over night shipping plus dry ice to get it to us. So, Wal*Mart special "petite" cake decorated "fancy" would do us just fine. We ate cake and drank campaign from the flutes we had monogrammed for the wedding. I believe this is going to be a reaccuring thing for us. :)
Thanks again to everyone that made our quick wedding possible!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Family
I'm not doing a three part like I usually do.
I believe this subject is big enough is on it's own.
1fam·i·ly noun \ˈfam-lē, ˈfa-mə-\ 1) a group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head
That's the Webster definition of Family.
The book definition if you will.
What about the moral definition of the word?
An ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friendship.
~Spanish Proverb
OR
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.
~Johann Schiller
Here's where my day started today:
I woke up at 4:40 when Aaron got up for PT. Normally, I go back to bed and sleep until I have to be up at 8. Today, I rolled over and grabbed my phone. What did I do with my phone? Checked Facebook, of course. I scrolled down my newsfeed with heavy eye-lids only for them to jerk open as wide as possible as I read the words:
Jon Micah Tolar: Thank you every one for being there for me. I have done things in my life i regret. Tomorrow i will not wake up. God please forgive me.
I freaked the hell out.
Jon Micah is my cousin and I've grown up with that boy. From cramming into my cozy coupe together, Denver Bronco games in New Orleans, kissing his stinky feet for "good luck" while trying to beat the Harry Potter Original Playstation game, to spending my senior trip with him and his family.
Him, his sister, and mother are the closest to me as far as most family goes.
(With a few other favorite cousins in between *cough*cough* Michael and Justin haha)
As my heart started to race, I quickly hit the home button and speed dialed my mother. I told her what it said.. I also told her I was going to call his sister and find out if she knew. Autumn answered and we talked.
To make a long story a bit shorter...
Games of phone tag started all around and finally we get an answer. Luckily, Micah's step mom had a friend that only lives a few minutes from him and checked up on him.
He's alive and well.
Somebody stole his phone and hacked into his Facebook and has been posting obscene things on not only Facebook, but craigslist as well. What a sick person!! They have no idea the pain they have put his family and friends through!
Like I said in my status...
Don't mess with my family.
My last name may have changed,
but I'm still a Zeigler.
(whether I like it or not)
After saying that, it transitions me into my next segment.
What I would do for my family.
Now back to the beginning of my post.
What is family?
Blood? Legal documents? Common heart?
This is where the line blurs for me.
(NOTE: If you are family reading this...
This DOES NOT leave this blog.)
(The only family that have access to this link
are my favorite cousins)
(NONE of this to follow (family or not) should be relayed
-in ANY way shape or form-
to my PARENTS or ANY other family members)
I've hated for so long, somebody who has never been around.
Somebody who has, from what I've heard, abandoned our family.
Somebody I have never been in contact with more than a glace from across the room.
Now?
They are deciding to walk into my life.
So, in attempt to not be hypocritical...
Treat this person with the same love and let the past be the past by the book definition?
Or play by the "moral" definition and just leave things the way they have been for 20 years or more?
Learn more
or
Go with what I know
And if you are reading this,
Don't take offense to my questioning. I wasn't prepared for this. This is something I was ambushed with as a young teen and this side of the fence is all I've ever known. Please pardon my unsure mind.
We'll talk soon.
Boo on life's sticky dilemmas we get put into.
Any one have any thoughts to put towards this?
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentine's Day, Grammys, and Starved
Valentine's Day? Hmmm... I've honestly never been a fan of this day. It could be that I've never had a "valentine" until Aaron and I started dating. It could be that no matter how hard I try to pretend that Red and Pink don't clash... it still makes me want to hurl. Or it could also be that I find the GIANT ASS stuffed animals and chocolates to be sort of cliche. It could be any of those... or the added fact that I STINK at gift giving to a guy. More specifically, Aaron.
I must admit, I do like getting flowers. Which, I suppose, is also a cliche part of today. Aaron got me lovely spring time colored gurber daisies last Friday just because. Also, this morning I walked into the office to find single white roses on mine and Barb's desk from our maintenance men. I like the thought of being thought of. Or the thought of being important/loved enough to be thought of. Hmmm... maybe I like Valentine's Day a little bit after-all. But shouldn't this not be the only day to do nice things?
Grammys. One GIANT dissapointment on the award winners. Who the hell is Esparanza Whoever?! And why in the world did Arcade Fire win over Katy Perry?! (this could just be because I'm obsessed with her). The performances, however, were superb! Mumford and Sons, KP, Miranda Lambert, Lady A, B.O.B and Bruno, Eminem/Rhiahna/Dre... AH! There were just countless wonderful sounds to my ears.
It's onlt 10:40 and im starving out of my mind!!
6pm! HURRY!
I must admit, I do like getting flowers. Which, I suppose, is also a cliche part of today. Aaron got me lovely spring time colored gurber daisies last Friday just because. Also, this morning I walked into the office to find single white roses on mine and Barb's desk from our maintenance men. I like the thought of being thought of. Or the thought of being important/loved enough to be thought of. Hmmm... maybe I like Valentine's Day a little bit after-all. But shouldn't this not be the only day to do nice things?
Grammys. One GIANT dissapointment on the award winners. Who the hell is Esparanza Whoever?! And why in the world did Arcade Fire win over Katy Perry?! (this could just be because I'm obsessed with her). The performances, however, were superb! Mumford and Sons, KP, Miranda Lambert, Lady A, B.O.B and Bruno, Eminem/Rhiahna/Dre... AH! There were just countless wonderful sounds to my ears.
It's onlt 10:40 and im starving out of my mind!!
6pm! HURRY!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
New, Used, and Whatever Else I Decide
WARNING: The following content of this blog may be offensive. I, and Aaron, just call'em like I see 'em.
New? That would be all the stinking cool stuff we've gotten for the apartment here lately. It's a fresh change of scenery... and yes, we should be saving for a second car, but our place now feels like home. Which that seems to be vital to relaxation after us both working all day. I must admit, when we moved into the new and bigger apartment, it felt more like a temperary place than a home to me. Now we have an area rug down on the hardwood, a floor lamp, new Sony Bravia LED tv, new bedding, new pillows, and a bigger kennel for my turd faced dog. It helps. I don't feel so up-tight after a day at work when I get home. Don't judge me. :)
Use? That would be something that friends DON'T DO. Like "oh hey, I don't want to pay for a hotel... and even though we've been mad at you for not going somewhere when you're wife was sick, we would like to crash in your tiny one bedroom apartment." Then saying yes to one person turns into saying yes to three. And saying yes to one night turns into TWO for one person who drinks all the alcohol that they didn't chip in for... and Listening to what us married people may or may not be up to in the middle of the night and trying to barge in our room to "use the bathroom" when really that means... never mind I'm not going there.
Or Something like "Hey give us a call this weekend and see what we're up to. We'll do something." And calling only to be ignored.
Or "Hey if you guys want to come over for the Superbowl let me know so I can buy things to cook and such" only to get no reply until THE DAY OF when we haven't prepared for guests, we took no reply as being brushed off again. That left us to say "No we weren't expecting guests and we aren't prepared and the house isn't clean and we made other plans" (I'm sorry, I don't put my life on hold for anyone.) Then somebody saying "Oh, then we are just going to ******'s to watch the game then." Just FYI that gives us the impression that you are only looking for a place to go where you don't have to spend money, which would be the reason you didn't join us at the hibachi place the night before. Which, by the way, meant that we had talked to you the night before giving you AMPLE time to give us a reply and for us to get our asses to wal*mart to feed you dudes.
I don't like drama, nor do we have time for it. Neither should you.
Don't mistake this as causing/encouraging drama either.
It's YOUR choice to read this. This is MY blog. This is MY way to rant/vent.
I'm at the point where I don't care who's feelings I step on because mine get stepped on too often.
And guess what I do?
I pick myself up and dust myself off like a big girl.
It's like my mother always told me, "We, in most cases, are always the better friends to people than they are to us. We are too nice for our own good."
New? That would be all the stinking cool stuff we've gotten for the apartment here lately. It's a fresh change of scenery... and yes, we should be saving for a second car, but our place now feels like home. Which that seems to be vital to relaxation after us both working all day. I must admit, when we moved into the new and bigger apartment, it felt more like a temperary place than a home to me. Now we have an area rug down on the hardwood, a floor lamp, new Sony Bravia LED tv, new bedding, new pillows, and a bigger kennel for my turd faced dog. It helps. I don't feel so up-tight after a day at work when I get home. Don't judge me. :)
Use? That would be something that friends DON'T DO. Like "oh hey, I don't want to pay for a hotel... and even though we've been mad at you for not going somewhere when you're wife was sick, we would like to crash in your tiny one bedroom apartment." Then saying yes to one person turns into saying yes to three. And saying yes to one night turns into TWO for one person who drinks all the alcohol that they didn't chip in for... and Listening to what us married people may or may not be up to in the middle of the night and trying to barge in our room to "use the bathroom" when really that means... never mind I'm not going there.
Or Something like "Hey give us a call this weekend and see what we're up to. We'll do something." And calling only to be ignored.
Or "Hey if you guys want to come over for the Superbowl let me know so I can buy things to cook and such" only to get no reply until THE DAY OF when we haven't prepared for guests, we took no reply as being brushed off again. That left us to say "No we weren't expecting guests and we aren't prepared and the house isn't clean and we made other plans" (I'm sorry, I don't put my life on hold for anyone.) Then somebody saying "Oh, then we are just going to ******'s to watch the game then." Just FYI that gives us the impression that you are only looking for a place to go where you don't have to spend money, which would be the reason you didn't join us at the hibachi place the night before. Which, by the way, meant that we had talked to you the night before giving you AMPLE time to give us a reply and for us to get our asses to wal*mart to feed you dudes.
I don't like drama, nor do we have time for it. Neither should you.
Don't mistake this as causing/encouraging drama either.
It's YOUR choice to read this. This is MY blog. This is MY way to rant/vent.
I'm at the point where I don't care who's feelings I step on because mine get stepped on too often.
And guess what I do?
I pick myself up and dust myself off like a big girl.
It's like my mother always told me, "We, in most cases, are always the better friends to people than they are to us. We are too nice for our own good."
Monday, February 7, 2011
Monday, Monday, and Stupid
The title doesn't have much to do with this post other than the fact that it's a typical Monday. Crappy.
It's not really that bad to be honest. I've been a bit busy.
I leased out my old one bedroom apartment to a Drill SGT from back home. We had "5 day" letters to send out and more deposits to be made, but other than that... It's been just a normal Monday.
My dog Lucy is such a turd!! She took a dump on the bathroom floor, where we keep her fenced in while we are gone, stepped in it... and got it EVERYWHERE. Luckily, sorry Aaron, I wasn't the first one home... Meaning I didn't clean it. But by the time I made it home for lunch I could hear her barking and crying all the way outside before getting to the door! She's driving me nuts. She needs to get out of this puppy stage really quick. God, I'm so glad we don't have kids right now. I'd pretty much want to die. Not to say that little Rodriguez's won't be running around at some point, but a long time from now (hopefully) is all.
I want the new Camaro... The Convertible that's coming out this spring. It's not practicle, I know. My mother has told me this MANY times, but we do need a second car... right? And my HHR serves as the bigger car, AKA (someday) mommy wagon... So, we need a HOT car, right?
Obviously I'm just trying to convince myself of this.
TWO WEEKS. Anyone know what is in two weeks?
Ummm that would be mine and Aaron's first wedding anniversary!!
I'm so pumped. I can't believe it's already been this long. :))
Alright. I have no idea what I'm cooking for dinner and I should probably get back to work.
Talk to me people.
It's not really that bad to be honest. I've been a bit busy.
I leased out my old one bedroom apartment to a Drill SGT from back home. We had "5 day" letters to send out and more deposits to be made, but other than that... It's been just a normal Monday.
My dog Lucy is such a turd!! She took a dump on the bathroom floor, where we keep her fenced in while we are gone, stepped in it... and got it EVERYWHERE. Luckily, sorry Aaron, I wasn't the first one home... Meaning I didn't clean it. But by the time I made it home for lunch I could hear her barking and crying all the way outside before getting to the door! She's driving me nuts. She needs to get out of this puppy stage really quick. God, I'm so glad we don't have kids right now. I'd pretty much want to die. Not to say that little Rodriguez's won't be running around at some point, but a long time from now (hopefully) is all.
I want the new Camaro... The Convertible that's coming out this spring. It's not practicle, I know. My mother has told me this MANY times, but we do need a second car... right? And my HHR serves as the bigger car, AKA (someday) mommy wagon... So, we need a HOT car, right?
Obviously I'm just trying to convince myself of this.
TWO WEEKS. Anyone know what is in two weeks?
Ummm that would be mine and Aaron's first wedding anniversary!!
I'm so pumped. I can't believe it's already been this long. :))
Alright. I have no idea what I'm cooking for dinner and I should probably get back to work.
Talk to me people.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sick, Snow, Snow, and more snow
So, work today...
I have never done a cooprate deal. And guess what I've been working on today? Yeah, one of those. I can't understand these cheap labor construction guys, much less can I make them understand me. They want 6 apartments by tomorrow. It's not going to happen. Background checks need to be done. Leases need to be signed. Money needs to be given. Too bad. So sad. It's not my problem. I'm doing what I can.
To the man who thinks he can sue me for slipping on the ice,
Be a normal human being and SUCK IT UP. I've busted my ass sevral times this weak and I'm the biggest pain weenie EVER. Grow a pair. It's not my problem that you aren't coordinated enough to stand on your own two damn feet. IT'S SNOWING. Deal with it like all the other 200 tenants that we have! Good luck finding a place you can afford and that accomadates all your petty needs such as personal snow shoveling services so you may carry your groceries in safety. If I have to work and show apartments in the snow, you can sure as hell carry your groceries two feet from your car to your door. The people I show apartments to have no complaints or concerns for their safety. Why do you??
So, Aaron's getting sick, as am I. Aaron didn't have a ride home for lunch and I'm working alone today... this also means my poor dog is stuck at home until I can get off work at 6 (If I'm lucky). Aaron will be gone to the hospital to at least get his sickness taken care of. I still have the old apartment to clean up before tomorrow when I have to turn in my keys. We still need things from wal*mart and neither of us are capable of driving on black iced over roads without resulting in a wreck. I've drank a half a pot of coffee by myself in attepmt to warm myself this morning, which was a FAIL. And as Josh Bagwell would say, FTS. That's what my montra is today for work.
FTS
I've got deposits pouring out of my ears and also posting them to tenant's ledgers, which is tedious work. I obviously can't concentrate... Which is why I'm on here. I'm on my lunch. I REFUSE to work through my lunch... however, I just did. Another apartment shown in the snow. WTF.
I have never done a cooprate deal. And guess what I've been working on today? Yeah, one of those. I can't understand these cheap labor construction guys, much less can I make them understand me. They want 6 apartments by tomorrow. It's not going to happen. Background checks need to be done. Leases need to be signed. Money needs to be given. Too bad. So sad. It's not my problem. I'm doing what I can.
To the man who thinks he can sue me for slipping on the ice,
Be a normal human being and SUCK IT UP. I've busted my ass sevral times this weak and I'm the biggest pain weenie EVER. Grow a pair. It's not my problem that you aren't coordinated enough to stand on your own two damn feet. IT'S SNOWING. Deal with it like all the other 200 tenants that we have! Good luck finding a place you can afford and that accomadates all your petty needs such as personal snow shoveling services so you may carry your groceries in safety. If I have to work and show apartments in the snow, you can sure as hell carry your groceries two feet from your car to your door. The people I show apartments to have no complaints or concerns for their safety. Why do you??
So, Aaron's getting sick, as am I. Aaron didn't have a ride home for lunch and I'm working alone today... this also means my poor dog is stuck at home until I can get off work at 6 (If I'm lucky). Aaron will be gone to the hospital to at least get his sickness taken care of. I still have the old apartment to clean up before tomorrow when I have to turn in my keys. We still need things from wal*mart and neither of us are capable of driving on black iced over roads without resulting in a wreck. I've drank a half a pot of coffee by myself in attepmt to warm myself this morning, which was a FAIL. And as Josh Bagwell would say, FTS. That's what my montra is today for work.
FTS
I've got deposits pouring out of my ears and also posting them to tenant's ledgers, which is tedious work. I obviously can't concentrate... Which is why I'm on here. I'm on my lunch. I REFUSE to work through my lunch... however, I just did. Another apartment shown in the snow. WTF.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Showing in the snow, moving in the snow, and I hate snow.
SNBS:
Skip again today. I haven't been on anything at all. Work is a hot mess today!
So, there might as well be a foot of snow out... I can step in some places and sink to my knees. And some how...There have been SO MANY WALK-INS TODAY. WHY?! Don't people know when it snows that you're supposed to stay inside and HIDE?! I literally have shown 5 apartments since I came in at 11. We never have this many walk-ins on a normal day! I can say however I already have 4 leases and Barb has 3. That much closer to the magic number.
I'm normally a GREAT planner... This time? Not so much. Aaron and I are moving to a 2 bed/2 bath falt apartment with hard wood... Great right?! HELL YEA! We are so excited to finally have more room. However, we are having to move in the snow. All because I have to get my 1 bedroom back on the market fast because my regional wants it gone... No complaints here, but I'm sure my husband and our neighbors helping us move sure do!
Alright, just know in general how much I hate snow. My body is aching. I have another sinus infection. HURRY UP AND MELT!!!
I'm off work early.
Peace out!
Hope everyone is safe and warm.
Skip again today. I haven't been on anything at all. Work is a hot mess today!
So, there might as well be a foot of snow out... I can step in some places and sink to my knees. And some how...There have been SO MANY WALK-INS TODAY. WHY?! Don't people know when it snows that you're supposed to stay inside and HIDE?! I literally have shown 5 apartments since I came in at 11. We never have this many walk-ins on a normal day! I can say however I already have 4 leases and Barb has 3. That much closer to the magic number.
I'm normally a GREAT planner... This time? Not so much. Aaron and I are moving to a 2 bed/2 bath falt apartment with hard wood... Great right?! HELL YEA! We are so excited to finally have more room. However, we are having to move in the snow. All because I have to get my 1 bedroom back on the market fast because my regional wants it gone... No complaints here, but I'm sure my husband and our neighbors helping us move sure do!
Alright, just know in general how much I hate snow. My body is aching. I have another sinus infection. HURRY UP AND MELT!!!
I'm off work early.
Peace out!
Hope everyone is safe and warm.
Monday, January 31, 2011
10 feet of snow, the late bird, and moving again.
SNBS:
I don't really have one for today... I haven't been on facebook to observe any over abundance of stupidity.
Sorry guys. I'll get one up here tomorrow.... If I still have power.
So, weather channel says we are going to get 10 feet of snow... Okay, more like 6 inches... But man! You would think somebody said a hurricane was coming! Aaron and I just got back from Wal*Mart and it was a MAD HOUSE! We spent $30 and an hour and a half just getting a few gallons of water, chef boyardee, bread, peanut butter, and jelly... oh, and can't forget about the granola bars! There was not a case of water to be found... much less batteries, flashlights, or starter logs.
Not only that, but since I live on property, I work like the post office. Through rain, snow, winds, and sleet... whatever that damn phrase is. You get the point. I am coming to work no matter what it is like.
Speaking of which... I am currently sitting in my office as it gets colder and colder at 8 pm moving a tenant in and signing their lease because they were coming from Germany today. There would be no lodging anywhere for them since Lawton freaks out over a couple of inches of snow. I don't have the heart to throw them and their baby out on old streets (ahaha I'm such a sucker). Man, the things I do for my tenants. I even called them when they landed in Dallas about the weather coming in and to buy provisions. (This would be the late bird part).
Oh! And in the middle of this LOVELY weather we are having. Aaron and I are moving. Again. It is just one building over, not too far. We won't have any stairs to deal with and we will have a TON more space... for LESS than what we are paying now. Gotta LOVE working at the place you live... Hell we could even afford to live in a three bedroom with hard wood and pay less than what we are now, but lets not get too greedy.
Alright. The lease is signed and the people are squared away. If I don't post for a few days... Somebody come dig me out of the snow.
Peace
I don't really have one for today... I haven't been on facebook to observe any over abundance of stupidity.
Sorry guys. I'll get one up here tomorrow.... If I still have power.
So, weather channel says we are going to get 10 feet of snow... Okay, more like 6 inches... But man! You would think somebody said a hurricane was coming! Aaron and I just got back from Wal*Mart and it was a MAD HOUSE! We spent $30 and an hour and a half just getting a few gallons of water, chef boyardee, bread, peanut butter, and jelly... oh, and can't forget about the granola bars! There was not a case of water to be found... much less batteries, flashlights, or starter logs.
Not only that, but since I live on property, I work like the post office. Through rain, snow, winds, and sleet... whatever that damn phrase is. You get the point. I am coming to work no matter what it is like.
Speaking of which... I am currently sitting in my office as it gets colder and colder at 8 pm moving a tenant in and signing their lease because they were coming from Germany today. There would be no lodging anywhere for them since Lawton freaks out over a couple of inches of snow. I don't have the heart to throw them and their baby out on old streets (ahaha I'm such a sucker). Man, the things I do for my tenants. I even called them when they landed in Dallas about the weather coming in and to buy provisions. (This would be the late bird part).
Oh! And in the middle of this LOVELY weather we are having. Aaron and I are moving. Again. It is just one building over, not too far. We won't have any stairs to deal with and we will have a TON more space... for LESS than what we are paying now. Gotta LOVE working at the place you live... Hell we could even afford to live in a three bedroom with hard wood and pay less than what we are now, but lets not get too greedy.
Alright. The lease is signed and the people are squared away. If I don't post for a few days... Somebody come dig me out of the snow.
Peace
Friday, January 28, 2011
Kellz, LSU's influence, and being a coonass in Lawton
SNBS:
All I have to say is everyone has an opinion. If somebody posts something on their status about their opinion of somebody/something... Leave it alone. I feel that it's not up for debate. That's what debate pages, such as "Military Wives Debate," is for. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and if they post it as a status, it doesn't mean it's an open forum or up for debate. Then people get low and name-call, delete people, and take it personally.
I'm beginning to think that this social networking thing is more trouble than it's worth.
Dear persons that call me Kellz,
If you knew me when my last name started with the last letter of this nickname (or are affiliated with the 3T5D recruiting station), this rant is not for you. Those of you who have only known me from my husband's new career please do not call me Kellz, Kellie Z, Z, Z-bert, etc. Those people who call me any of those names are those from HOME and close to my heart. That's not to say that you aren't, but it's just something that drives me nuts. Pet peeve, if you will.
I found myself getting dressed this morning with the influence of my old boss from LSU. I know some of you know what I'm talking about this when I say this. I have on grey skinny jeans, a navy high collar ruffle top, black cardigan, skinny black waist belt, and black kitten heels. I feel like Leslie... Just with less dollar value behind my wardrobe pieces. I can't exactly tell if this is a good thing... Oh, not to mention the fact that my hair is now the style of hers.
For the time that I worked for Leslie, I felt like I had to dress for approval. I started blowing countless dollars on tops and jeans from LOFT or Banana Republic. Shorts with cuffs and pleats. Flats and kitten heels instead of converse and running shoes. I carried a canvas tote for class instead of my book sack. I started carrying a large purse instead of my ID holder key chain.
All of these things have stuck with me. Again I say, I'm not sure it's a good thing. I guess it can be since we are all now "big boys and girls" with "big boy and girl" jobs.
I just moved in an interesting older couple into our complex... The lady asked me where I was from and I replied, "Baton Rouge, Louisiana." Who the hell knows where Denham Springs is if you aren't from there?! I just save myself the explanation and say I'm from Baton Rouge. The man's eye light up with excitement as the words "YOU'RE A COONASS!" come spilling from his mouth. His lady slaps him on the knee as if what he said was rude.
The man says, "Tell'em babe! That's what you're called down there!" First of all, do not call me babe. You are old enough to be my father... possibly grandfather with the way teens whore around these days. He continues to ask me a series of questions like "Do you eat craw dads?" "Do you suck the BRAINS OUT?!" "Have you ever eaten... what do you guys... or should I say 'y'all,' call it 'gator?" "What does it really taste like?!" "Have you ever eaten turtle?!" Of course the answer to all of these is "yes."
When I say moving here was like culture shock... I'm not lying. It's kind of like when I took my trip to visit Lindsey Sims. Everyone who asks where you're from is fascinated with life back at home.
So, for all you back home enjoying the beginning of Crawfish season... eat a few pounds for me!
Alright. What's up today people?
It's the WEEKEND!
Talk to me.
All I have to say is everyone has an opinion. If somebody posts something on their status about their opinion of somebody/something... Leave it alone. I feel that it's not up for debate. That's what debate pages, such as "Military Wives Debate," is for. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and if they post it as a status, it doesn't mean it's an open forum or up for debate. Then people get low and name-call, delete people, and take it personally.
I'm beginning to think that this social networking thing is more trouble than it's worth.
Dear persons that call me Kellz,
If you knew me when my last name started with the last letter of this nickname (or are affiliated with the 3T5D recruiting station), this rant is not for you. Those of you who have only known me from my husband's new career please do not call me Kellz, Kellie Z, Z, Z-bert, etc. Those people who call me any of those names are those from HOME and close to my heart. That's not to say that you aren't, but it's just something that drives me nuts. Pet peeve, if you will.
I found myself getting dressed this morning with the influence of my old boss from LSU. I know some of you know what I'm talking about this when I say this. I have on grey skinny jeans, a navy high collar ruffle top, black cardigan, skinny black waist belt, and black kitten heels. I feel like Leslie... Just with less dollar value behind my wardrobe pieces. I can't exactly tell if this is a good thing... Oh, not to mention the fact that my hair is now the style of hers.
For the time that I worked for Leslie, I felt like I had to dress for approval. I started blowing countless dollars on tops and jeans from LOFT or Banana Republic. Shorts with cuffs and pleats. Flats and kitten heels instead of converse and running shoes. I carried a canvas tote for class instead of my book sack. I started carrying a large purse instead of my ID holder key chain.
All of these things have stuck with me. Again I say, I'm not sure it's a good thing. I guess it can be since we are all now "big boys and girls" with "big boy and girl" jobs.
I just moved in an interesting older couple into our complex... The lady asked me where I was from and I replied, "Baton Rouge, Louisiana." Who the hell knows where Denham Springs is if you aren't from there?! I just save myself the explanation and say I'm from Baton Rouge. The man's eye light up with excitement as the words "YOU'RE A COONASS!" come spilling from his mouth. His lady slaps him on the knee as if what he said was rude.
The man says, "Tell'em babe! That's what you're called down there!" First of all, do not call me babe. You are old enough to be my father... possibly grandfather with the way teens whore around these days. He continues to ask me a series of questions like "Do you eat craw dads?" "Do you suck the BRAINS OUT?!" "Have you ever eaten... what do you guys... or should I say 'y'all,' call it 'gator?" "What does it really taste like?!" "Have you ever eaten turtle?!" Of course the answer to all of these is "yes."
When I say moving here was like culture shock... I'm not lying. It's kind of like when I took my trip to visit Lindsey Sims. Everyone who asks where you're from is fascinated with life back at home.
So, for all you back home enjoying the beginning of Crawfish season... eat a few pounds for me!
Alright. What's up today people?
It's the WEEKEND!
Talk to me.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Douche Nuggets, Electricity, and The Magic Number
SNBS:
Today? Aaron's bestie from childhood could normally take a joke. Today? Not so much. He can't take what he dishes out. God forbid he call anyone out for "taking cock" but when somebody flips the joke, he gets his feelings hurt. So, this whole sour sense of humor ordeal has resulted in the deleting of Aaron and I. I don't mind so much that he deleted me (again, less garbage for me to weed through in my news feed), but deleting his friend of 10 or more years... grow up. And again... I got called the immature one. Better yet? This probably wasn't even the douche nugget himself. It was probably his weak ass girlfriend who hates anyone she feels threatened by. And when I say threatened, I mean that said persons may have more of his attention than her.
So, I had two active duty officers move into the complex this morning... Yesterday, they picked a unit that had no electricity in it.... Well, I called yesterday and they said they would have it on first thing in the morning. They get here at 1030 this morning to move in... Guess which unit still didn't have power?! Yeah. How embarrassing for and E-2 wife not to get things done for an O3 and O4. Good thing she guessed that I was 24 and my husband is deployed to Bahrain as an E-7 about to drop warrant papers. Let's just say I don't ever correct an Officer ;)
We finally hit the small goal for the month! The magic number is always 20 for the small goal. We now have 22 with 3 business days left to go for the month. Now we have to attempt to get 13 more to hit the BIG goal for the month with the GIANT incentive to match. I just had to toot my own horn for just a moment.
Well, it's the end of my lunch break and back to work I go.
Anything going on today that just irks you?
SHARE!
Venting works people.
Or just talk.
That always works, too
Today? Aaron's bestie from childhood could normally take a joke. Today? Not so much. He can't take what he dishes out. God forbid he call anyone out for "taking cock" but when somebody flips the joke, he gets his feelings hurt. So, this whole sour sense of humor ordeal has resulted in the deleting of Aaron and I. I don't mind so much that he deleted me (again, less garbage for me to weed through in my news feed), but deleting his friend of 10 or more years... grow up. And again... I got called the immature one. Better yet? This probably wasn't even the douche nugget himself. It was probably his weak ass girlfriend who hates anyone she feels threatened by. And when I say threatened, I mean that said persons may have more of his attention than her.
So, I had two active duty officers move into the complex this morning... Yesterday, they picked a unit that had no electricity in it.... Well, I called yesterday and they said they would have it on first thing in the morning. They get here at 1030 this morning to move in... Guess which unit still didn't have power?! Yeah. How embarrassing for and E-2 wife not to get things done for an O3 and O4. Good thing she guessed that I was 24 and my husband is deployed to Bahrain as an E-7 about to drop warrant papers. Let's just say I don't ever correct an Officer ;)
We finally hit the small goal for the month! The magic number is always 20 for the small goal. We now have 22 with 3 business days left to go for the month. Now we have to attempt to get 13 more to hit the BIG goal for the month with the GIANT incentive to match. I just had to toot my own horn for just a moment.
Well, it's the end of my lunch break and back to work I go.
Anything going on today that just irks you?
SHARE!
Venting works people.
Or just talk.
That always works, too
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Delete, Rewind, and Play
Social Network Bitch Session (SNBS):
If you want to call me unprofessional and delete me off your friends list, be my guest. That means I have one less person to blow up my news feed with their world of 24/7 woe is me pity party. Believe me, I'm not taking it personally. If I were you, I wouldn't piss me off. I think I have the upper hand.
I hate that I have to somewhat censor this blog...
Doesn't everyone wish they had a rewind button at one point or another? Well, if I had one, I would have erased a "friendship," pursued another friendship a little more, and probably killed someone (but rewind before the cops could be called). No, I'm not unhappy with my life. It's not that way at all. These small changes would just make it easier.
In fact, I love my life. I have a great job working with great people. Aaron and I are closing in on one year of marriage. Let me reassure you... HAPPILY married. My family and I have never gotten along better. This current state of "play" is where I want to be.... minus an inconvenience or two... or three... haha
Big irk of the day
(thus far)
Waking up before my alarm goes off... WHY?!
Dear body clock,
I am not late... do not wake me up.
HOLD UP!
Scratch the body clock.
Who cares about that.
Let's go back up to SNBS.
This wonderful ball of life blocked me.
I can't say anything more...
After all... I have to stay professional.
;)
What's up everyone?
Talk to me.
If you want to call me unprofessional and delete me off your friends list, be my guest. That means I have one less person to blow up my news feed with their world of 24/7 woe is me pity party. Believe me, I'm not taking it personally. If I were you, I wouldn't piss me off. I think I have the upper hand.
I hate that I have to somewhat censor this blog...
Doesn't everyone wish they had a rewind button at one point or another? Well, if I had one, I would have erased a "friendship," pursued another friendship a little more, and probably killed someone (but rewind before the cops could be called). No, I'm not unhappy with my life. It's not that way at all. These small changes would just make it easier.
In fact, I love my life. I have a great job working with great people. Aaron and I are closing in on one year of marriage. Let me reassure you... HAPPILY married. My family and I have never gotten along better. This current state of "play" is where I want to be.... minus an inconvenience or two... or three... haha
Big irk of the day
(thus far)
Waking up before my alarm goes off... WHY?!
Dear body clock,
I am not late... do not wake me up.
HOLD UP!
Scratch the body clock.
Who cares about that.
Let's go back up to SNBS.
This wonderful ball of life blocked me.
I can't say anything more...
After all... I have to stay professional.
;)
What's up everyone?
Talk to me.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Baked Potato Soup, Again with Social Networking, and Bed Bugs
Alright, I have just decided to do a Social Network complaint section in every post. There are just a million people who irk me with their constant posts of useless crap no one cares about.
With that being said:
No one cares about every little piece of information that runs through your mind. Please quit spamming my news feed every hour on the hour of what you are doing/wanting/bitching/whining/waiting for/etc. If you want to constantly update people? Get a twitter. Get a job. Get a life.
On a better note. Since Aaron won't be home until later in the evening, I am going to take the time to make baked potato soup :) I'm pretty excited to tell you the truth. I've never made it before... So, this will he an adventure for sure. How long does it take to bake a potato anyway?
So, I never thought the bed bug epidemic would hit stupid little Lawton... It has. Kind of. Word through the grape vine says an apartment complex (none of which are affiliated with us) in town has a tenant that has not complied with the health codes or any of that junk and their unit is infested with bed bugs. YIKES! It makes me all itchy just thinking about it!
I don't want this blog to turn into my rambling all the time. So, I want responses.
(Chris, you're doing a damn good job haha)
I want you to share with me what has irked you today? Vent. Blow steam off. Ramble.
Now, I'm not going to type this everytime. Just know this is an open forum to blow up on.
What irks you. What stupid little quirks just kill you? What has life thrown at you today that just backfired?
With that being said:
No one cares about every little piece of information that runs through your mind. Please quit spamming my news feed every hour on the hour of what you are doing/wanting/bitching/whining/waiting for/etc. If you want to constantly update people? Get a twitter. Get a job. Get a life.
On a better note. Since Aaron won't be home until later in the evening, I am going to take the time to make baked potato soup :) I'm pretty excited to tell you the truth. I've never made it before... So, this will he an adventure for sure. How long does it take to bake a potato anyway?
So, I never thought the bed bug epidemic would hit stupid little Lawton... It has. Kind of. Word through the grape vine says an apartment complex (none of which are affiliated with us) in town has a tenant that has not complied with the health codes or any of that junk and their unit is infested with bed bugs. YIKES! It makes me all itchy just thinking about it!
I don't want this blog to turn into my rambling all the time. So, I want responses.
(Chris, you're doing a damn good job haha)
I want you to share with me what has irked you today? Vent. Blow steam off. Ramble.
Now, I'm not going to type this everytime. Just know this is an open forum to blow up on.
What irks you. What stupid little quirks just kill you? What has life thrown at you today that just backfired?
social networking sites, early birds, and balloons
Let me reiterate the fact that it is NOT a priority in life to check social networking sites to take your hints. Be a big boy/girl and take care of yourself. No one like somebody who plays victim.
Okay, now that I've covered that topic for the second time in less than 24 hours...
When I say a person can come sign their papers when we open at 9 AM... That DOES NOT mean beat me to my office, even when I'm 30 minutes early to get a head start on my morning. And don't complain about me eating my breakfast in front of you when you clearly insist on being obnoxiously early... BEFORE we even open.
One day I am going to pop off a nail by tying ballons off. Are balloons really that vital to have outside on our sign? I would like to know the exact statistics of the effects of sales caused by baloons being tied outdoors.
Hopefully our district guy comes in today to bring me my computer back for my office... I hate having to try to use my boss's computer when she's gone... Yet, here I am in her office typing away.
What did everyone have for breakfast this morning? Anything? I'm eating grapes at the moment. However, I could really go for a big fat croissantwich (sp?) from BK. Just throwing that out there.
Well, there's my morning bitch session for ya...
I'll be back I'm sure.
The omen of the early bird suggests that there will be plenty more to share later!
Okay, now that I've covered that topic for the second time in less than 24 hours...
When I say a person can come sign their papers when we open at 9 AM... That DOES NOT mean beat me to my office, even when I'm 30 minutes early to get a head start on my morning. And don't complain about me eating my breakfast in front of you when you clearly insist on being obnoxiously early... BEFORE we even open.
One day I am going to pop off a nail by tying ballons off. Are balloons really that vital to have outside on our sign? I would like to know the exact statistics of the effects of sales caused by baloons being tied outdoors.
Hopefully our district guy comes in today to bring me my computer back for my office... I hate having to try to use my boss's computer when she's gone... Yet, here I am in her office typing away.
What did everyone have for breakfast this morning? Anything? I'm eating grapes at the moment. However, I could really go for a big fat croissantwich (sp?) from BK. Just throwing that out there.
Well, there's my morning bitch session for ya...
I'll be back I'm sure.
The omen of the early bird suggests that there will be plenty more to share later!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Hinting, discounts, and creepers
First let me start by saying I hate people who drop hints on Facebook. Please, if you have an issue, contact me directly. It is not my responsibility to check social networking sites and pick up on everyone's secret code of stupid.
Secondly, I just got my employee rate. Hallelujah!
I really do LOVE my job. There are days where you want to choke everyone that walks into the door... and there are days where tenants bake the office staff cookies/cakes that make your day rainbows and smiles. Too bad that we are loosing one of our best leasing agents to a PCS to Ft. Bragg. She's a dear friend of mine and a BANGING photographer.
Jen, I love you and your family to death. Thanks for the shot at a wonderful job, a step back into my groove, and the chance for our hubby's to swap knowledge. I couldn't have asked for a better leasing consultant to get us as a lease. I can only hope I'm half as skilled as you are. Hopefully the wind will blow us into the duty station soon! I would have a ball haging out again! Stay safe and keep that good looking family of yours in line! ;)
Third, I HATE creepers. There's not much I can say here... just the fact I hate creepers. As I'm sure most will agree.
I guess for the Superbowl I will be a cheese head. As a child, I grew up as a Dallas Cowboy fan. And NO, this does not mean I am a fan of Romo the Homo or that I'm not a Hometown Saints Fan... But as my mother would say, "No self resepcting Cowboys fan could root for the Steelers."
Speaking of my mother... did you know that since she stands at 4'9" that she could legally be concidered a "little person?" This fact makes me smile.
Oh, I've taken up on making cell phone cases. I've posted a picture of the Peacock themed case I did for myself as a trial run... I must say that the glue I use holds amazingly... So, If you want something made. Let's do it!
That's all for now... I still have 3 hours of work left... I'm sure this isn't the only thing you'll get from me today.
Secondly, I just got my employee rate. Hallelujah!
I really do LOVE my job. There are days where you want to choke everyone that walks into the door... and there are days where tenants bake the office staff cookies/cakes that make your day rainbows and smiles. Too bad that we are loosing one of our best leasing agents to a PCS to Ft. Bragg. She's a dear friend of mine and a BANGING photographer.
Jen, I love you and your family to death. Thanks for the shot at a wonderful job, a step back into my groove, and the chance for our hubby's to swap knowledge. I couldn't have asked for a better leasing consultant to get us as a lease. I can only hope I'm half as skilled as you are. Hopefully the wind will blow us into the duty station soon! I would have a ball haging out again! Stay safe and keep that good looking family of yours in line! ;)
Third, I HATE creepers. There's not much I can say here... just the fact I hate creepers. As I'm sure most will agree.
I guess for the Superbowl I will be a cheese head. As a child, I grew up as a Dallas Cowboy fan. And NO, this does not mean I am a fan of Romo the Homo or that I'm not a Hometown Saints Fan... But as my mother would say, "No self resepcting Cowboys fan could root for the Steelers."
Speaking of my mother... did you know that since she stands at 4'9" that she could legally be concidered a "little person?" This fact makes me smile.
Oh, I've taken up on making cell phone cases. I've posted a picture of the Peacock themed case I did for myself as a trial run... I must say that the glue I use holds amazingly... So, If you want something made. Let's do it!
That's all for now... I still have 3 hours of work left... I'm sure this isn't the only thing you'll get from me today.
DISCLAIMER
DISCLAIMER: The previous photography one will continue soon when I get the time to actually go shoot more often. It is not over with until the fat lady sings.
This new blog is not about anything in particular other than what may be listed in the blog title. So, again... Nothing in particular.
This is not an "all about my 'job' as an army wife" blog (we all deal with similar things. Don't play victim). This is not a photography blog (again. I'll come back to that).
This is my "I'm going to vent and tell my day to day story" blog.
Just as the title says.
Things that irk, dumb little quirks, and life.
This new blog is not about anything in particular other than what may be listed in the blog title. So, again... Nothing in particular.
This is not an "all about my 'job' as an army wife" blog (we all deal with similar things. Don't play victim). This is not a photography blog (again. I'll come back to that).
This is my "I'm going to vent and tell my day to day story" blog.
Just as the title says.
Things that irk, dumb little quirks, and life.
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