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
Monday, January 31, 2011
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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