Don't Feed Stray Bullets

This is scary... Last week a stray bullet went through someone's windshield that lives where I work. We think it was from the shooting that happened down the street the night or so before the bullet was found. Crazy.

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In other news, Kent and I were all set to move into our new apartment (well, not all set because if you know me, you know what a procrastinator I am and you know that I'm not really packed yet). We were originally supposed to move in on Sept. 11. That didn't happen because of electrical issues and all that business. So, our move-in got pushed back to Sept. 27, yesterday. Well, the manager calls me yesterday and the conversation goes something like this:

Manager: "We have a problem."
Me: "Okay, what is it?"
Manager: "Well, the cleaning crew went in to clean and saw a lot of roaches, so I called the exterminator and he came out. He said there's a whole nest of roaches under the refridgerator. It's going to take at least a week to kill them all."
Me: "Okay. That really freaks me out. I'm going to have to call you back."

I immediately called my aunt to make sure we had a good back up plan. She said it was fine for us to put all of her stuff in her garage and stay with her until we could move in. I called Kent and told him what happened and he was VERY dissappointed that we could not move in for another week. The more I thought about it though, the more I DID NOT want to live there. The roach nest really freaked me out!!! So, I called Kent back and told him we could not live there. He asked me what I wanted to do instead and I said I'd find us an apartment.

I did. I found a great one at about 10:30 AM yesterday and we moved in around 5:30. Phew. I guess God had a different apartment for us than the one we had originally chosen. He just decided to reveal it at the last minute. I'm thankful though, the new apartment is great. It actually has 2 FULL BATHS!! And a garden tub in the master bath. I'm very excited.

One final note, Kent and I moved our couch up to our new 2nd floor apartment and did not kill ourselves or each other. YAY!!!

Sometimes Work Makes Me Angry...

This makes me feel better, Thanks Laura :D Please check out this funny link!

Communications Course In our personal and professional lives, sometimes we recieve e-mails that are upsetting.

YO HO!

Tomorrow is National Talk Like a Pirate Day!!! Avast ye scurvy dog!!

Oh yes, Monday...

I am not really too alert in the morning. Half of the time, I don't even remember the ride to work because I'm just not functioning yet. Well this morning was no different. I was just going through the same route I take every day. I could do it with my eyes closed and today I just may have had my eyes closed. I was headed up the walkway to the door at work when all of the sudden, "blam!" I'm flat on my belly like a smashed roach, my keys purse and lunch have skidded about 3 feet away. I just layed there for a minute trying to figure out what was going on. I don't know what happened...maybe I tripped, maybe my shoe malfunctioned, maybe I fell back asleep. Whatever it was, it woke me up.

You may be right...I may be crazy...

Hey, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for...

First of all, let me just say that Kent must be a saint, because I don't think any mere human could stay married to me.

I'd had somewhat of a stressful day and week. We're working on packing, we have absolutely no idea when our new apartment will be ready because a lug was burnt on the electrical meter and they had to get an electrician, then they have to pull a permit and blah blah blah we don't know when we're moving in. So, we may or may not have an apartment by September 30th, which is when we have to be out of here. We may have to rent a storage unit for a month and stay with someone...but that's not what this story is about. That was just to give you some idea of what kind of stress we've been under.

We've also been trying to get rid of a giant, solid wood, extremely heavy entertainment center for the last two weeks. We are moving to a 2nd floor apartment and we didn't think we could get it to the 2nd floor without making a trip to the ER. Finally, one of the Craigslist responders panned out and she said they'd pick it up tonight. Well, I don't know what I was thinking, but I thought we had time to go to Wal-Mart and do the grocery shopping before they got here. Wrong. She called when we were about 1/2 way through the shopping and said they were on their way to our house. By now, we'd been in Wal-mart about 15 minutes, it was jam packed with obnoxious people, blocking EVERY SINGLE AISLE, I was hungry, had indigestion and this kid a few aisles behind us had been screaming incessantly for the last 10 minutes!! And now, all of the sudden, this lady calls and I have to decide whether we should finish the shopping, check out with what we have and come back later for the rest, or leave it all and start over tomorrow. I couldn't even focus enough to make a decision. I was just pacing back and forth on the aisle. Kent asked me, "what do you want to do?" I said to him, "I don't know. I can't decide, " and then as I waived my arms in the air like a raving lunatic I yelled, "AND THAT KID WON'T SHUT UP!!!!!" It was like the store suddenly fell silent. Never, ever in all the days that I live will I forget Kent's face at that moment. I was a tad shocked as well and immediately started laughing at what I'd just done and said, "I wasn't yelling at you, Kent. I was yelling about the kid," so in case anyone was watching, they wouldn't think we were fighting, because we weren't.

At that moment, there was no decision left to be made. We just left the buggy and started walking toward the exit. I couldn't quit laughing at my momentary insanity and I apologized to Kent multiple times for my outburst. He, of course, was forgiving because he's a saint.

Finally, we made it home and were able to unload the Entertainment Center. What a night.

Something to do...

Check out this website. It's a little fun. http://thriftshopvoices.com/view.cgi
Click on the titles in the left-hand column to hear them.

I Love Crime

Okay, I don't love actual crime that happens in our own neighborhoods and cities, like murders, theft, assault, etc. I don't condone or hope for some "rockin' crimes" to happen each night so that I can be entertained. But I do love reading or watching shows about crime, mostly murder. Not, mystery books or anything like that. I like to hear about the real crimes.

I've been so into Court TV lately. I like to ride the stationary bike while watching Forensic Files. Last night I could not go to sleep until I saw the end of Women Behind Bars.

I especially like to see stuff about serial killers. Granted, it does scare me and I feel like I might be killed at any moment, but at least it helps me grasp my own mortality, right? I will often select movies based on true stories about serial killers. I'm just baffled by their urge to kill and I always hope that they will give some sort of insight as to why they were killing.

I've always enjoyed Unsolved Mysteries. My mom and dad can attest to the fact that I was 17 years old and sleeping on the floor in their room because I'd just finished an episode of Unsolved Mysteries and was afraid to be alone.

I watched CSI for a while and its okay, I guess. Its not real enough though. I like to see real clues, real blood spray patterns and real crime photos. It's not that I have some morbid obsession with seeing photos of dead people. I just like seeing the path that leads the investigators to the killer.

I've always thought I'd like to be a detective and I think I'd be good, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, I start to pass out when I see real, live, blood (as in "not-on-tv" blood).

So, my dreams of being Detective Jessica won't be fulfilled
I will not solve the mysteries of those that are killed
That's okay; investigators will do fine without me
I'll just live vicariously through Court TV.

Coca's Cousin Came to Visit

Coca is SO BOSSY!

Criminal Screening

Sorry Beth...:) They never really told us if he passed, but I'm thinking he did. They would have definitely told us if he did not.

I think we'll be moving in around September 16th. I'm excited. Kent saw the model apartment for the first time today and he really liked it too. It has a balcony. :)