ATL Admiration - Day 5

I will certainly miss ATL's willingness to share her chocolate with me/us.

This is me, and it's the little things.

ATL Admiration - Day 4

ATL has many talents and I will definitely miss her organization skills (some would say obsession) and the joy she has for setting things straight in a logical fashion.
My pantry, the shed, the back yard, the living room, the kitchen, my closet, my purse and probably every place in the house has been the recipient of her brain wheel turning.
In fact, my resolution for the new year was to clear out the clutter and reorganize the entire house. Taking one room each month and having ATL in my back pocket I was hoping to have a lighter and airier house by the time the holidays roll around next time.

This is me and I may never find anything ever again.

Work Environment

Nothing says January in the [fancy, schmancy, wealthy, entitled, uppity] part of town where I work, like the smell of sheep poo.
Apparently it's good for the grass.
Of which there is a lot up in them there hills.
There is also a lot of stone and concrete in those many squared footed mansions and given the governor's recent declaration about the state of the state, I think someone should start writing tickets or issuing limits on the amount of liquid that is allowed to water sidewalks and run in huge rivers down the streets in that neighborhood.

This is me and it's another world up there.

ATL Admiration - Day 3

Anyone who knows me, knows that housecleaning is not at the top of my list of favorite things to do. In fact, it's not even the top thing on my list of things I really don't like to do, I dislike it that much. And because of the other many things that I have to do, I don't clean that often.
The reason my house does not look like an episode of Hoarders is because of ATL.
She has helped me immensely over the years, vacuuming, dishes, dusting, laundry, wiping down the stove, cleaning the bathroom - including the shower, which is a major task.
She actually enjoys cleaning and it's much less irritating for me to have the company and help so once in a while I actually pull out the rubber gloves.
I'm not sure where I will find the motivation now.

This is me and I'll have to find the Lysol myself.

ATL Admiration - Day 2

So, one of the first things I will miss about ATL, when she moves to her own place (far, far away from me) is the fun we have watching television shows together. Tarzan is often busy with the bishop-ing thing, family genealogy, school and his spare jobs and ATL has been my companion in watching silly, girl shows that make Tarzan roll his eyes and sigh. (Glee anyone?)
We recognize actors from one show to another. We quote to each other, we laugh, we mock and say at least once every show "and that's why one doesn't drink," or "and that's why one doesn't have sex before marriage."
We've had a good time and it's telling that the first thing we both thought when she accepted the job was "What are we going to do about watching Downton Abbey?"

This is me and I'll have to learn to watch alone.

ATL Admiration - Day 1

I'm conflicted.
ATL just got a really fantastic job, so I'm extremely excited and happy and proud of her too.
But it's in a city almost 2 hours away, which means she will be moving out of our house - she's been here for almost 9 years - and on one hand that makes me sad because I will miss her but on the other hand it will be interesting to see what Tarzan and I can do on our own but on the other had it's almost like empty nesting and on the other hand she will be in charge and her job will be cool but on the other hand...
It's a lot to take it.
It'll likely take a few weeks to get the whole thing figured out and we have a lot to do in the mean time but I will post 30 days of things about ATL; things I admire, things I will miss, reasons why it's been cool having her here, that kind of schmaltz.
So, congratulations ATL!!

This is me and today is the beginning.

Things I Didn't Say

How irritating is it when someone screams at you for doing what you were told to do?
Don't spend too much brain power on it.
It's very, very annoying.
Stingy sent me to show a house and told me to park in a specific place.
I was not supposed to park in that place and the individual who objected to my being there did not hesitate to tell me so. And why. For an extended period of time. At a high volume.
I am proud to tell you I did not say any of the things I was thinking. I didn't take off my sunglasses and look at him and I did not tell him my name despite his demanding it 47 times and not actually waiting for a response.
Here are some of the other things I did not say.
[when he demanded to know who I worked for] I did not say that my employer is the one who told me I could park there.
[when he was telling me that he had "been waiting for 3 minutes"] I did not say that he is taking far longer than 3 minutes to yell at me.
[when he said he was a doctor] I did not say that he should be spending his time saving lives rather than yelling at me
[when he said he was a doctor] I did not say that giving local girls larger implants wasn't the same as curing cancer.
I think I might have a vicious, sarcastic tendency.

This is me and I hope we sell this one soon.

Beginning To See

I begin to see the point of Twitter.
Not that I am going to start an account over there. Goodness knows I can't manage my blog or email and phone calls in any sort of a regular manner so adding more technology and responsibility would definitely not be a good idea.
But.
I begin to see how it could be a good thing to have a place and a quick way to post clever ideas, funny observations and adventures before one FORGETS THEM.
I had two really good ideas for posts today and by the time I got to the car, I forgot what they were.

This is me and it would be handy.

There Goes The Inspiration

I am really annoyed that I am sick AGAIN. Really very angry and frustrated that this is happening so soon.
I was sick at the beginning of December and it ended with a cough that hung on all through Christmas. Then on New Year's Eve I started sneezing up a storm and could feel the phlegm building up in the back of my throat.
I had plans, man.
Here I am, less than a month since the last time I was sick, coughing and sneezing and blowing my nose.
Again.
ATL and Tarzan have developed the very same cold so none of us feel like doing the fabulous cleaning/organizing/straightening/purging plan I had scheduled for this last week before Tarzan goes back to school.
I blame visitors-from-out-of-the-city and their foreign germs.

This is me and it is not the way I wanted to start the new year.

Happy 2014

This is me and it's a new one peeps.