oh my, I just realized it's been nearly 2 months since I posted last. I am a sorry blogger aren't I? whew.
so, if you're reading this, you are a dedicated blog checker. woohoo! and this might be boring, but I'm out of practice, so a recap, then I'll attempt to try the blog scene on a more regular basis
well, I graduated in May, and am still looking for a "real" job, but am in the meantime working with an interior designer who I believe is a reincarnated slave driver. and that's a bad joke, but it's very labor intensive to get her jobs done. yes my friends, I believe I can be classified as blue collar. But I also think I'm better for it. the value of the dollar has resurfaced, almost blindingly, to my conciousness. so that's all good.
two very special people passed away this summer and I'd like to commemorate them a little here. Kevin Brunelle was killed in a bizarre interstate accident on June 25, and John Henderson died during a combat mission in Afganistan on August 4th. Both were deep and kind hearted men and I know that the lives that they touched will never be the same. and after much soul searching and attemtping to understand the uninterpretable, I believe they had purposes here, and hope that their spirits have moved on to greater existences. they are both deserving of a promotion. and now more than ever, I hope that one day humans learn that war and violence will never truly solve anything. greed and power are certainly our demons aren't they?
rob and I are officially moved into our new apartment in Decatur Georgia. and it's lovely. we're having a great time (when we're home) and both love the area.
and yesterday I was locked out of my apartment for about 7 hours. in a freak event, my keys fell out of my purse as I was getting out of the car because my foot snagged on the seatbelt, making me stumble, jostling my purse enough to purge the keys into the door jam just as the door was closing and CLICK. I was locked out of everything. maintanence doesn't consider lock outs a real emergency, and lucky for me my car is one of the most difficult to break into (probably because it's the easiest to hotwire if you finally get in) so the man Geico sent me fussed over it for a few hours before the fourty fifth loudest thunderstorm this summer raged over my apartment complex, sending us both running for shelter, where i stayed for the next 3 hours. the guy left and came back, and by that time it was 11pm and my cell was dead so the entire time I was just sitting outside considering to a. break the car window, b. break an apt window, c. not do anything rash and irrational, d.climb up the building to my balcony at the back of our apt and get the mosquito candle, e. vomit from all the bites I was accumulating, and f. walking a mile to the nearest gas station to call someone for moral support.
but luckily I was equipped with a kitty litter box and a new shower curtain I'd just purchased at target, so I wrapped up in the shower curtain, put my turtle (also in transport) in the litter box, and pretended to nap nonchalently against my very locked apartment door until the guy came back, finally unlocked my car door, and gave me every line in the book to try to "hook up" before I finally just walked away. i guess he figured all that work was deserving of something MORE than my insturance coverage. bastard. so my plans for a quiet relaxing day were quite staunched
it brought me to laugh and query the sky "what the hell!"
I believe-
it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine
