I hate the train!
Have you ever lived in a city where there is a train that runs right through the middle of it? If so, I feel sorry for you because I know that you had to endure the pain and inconvenience that I am currently suffering through.
So many people hear the train and say "Oh, how quaint. I hear a train in the distance". It is the "in the distance" part that makes it so quaint. When you have to live next to it, it is not nearly so cute!
"I hate the train!" is a common grumble for me. This is because there is a train that runs right through the middle of this retarded city I live in. That means that 6-8 times a day- traffic stops! Unless you are moving parallel to the train, you are not moving. And for some reason the train conductor is under the impression that Memphians are stupid enough to plow through the RXR sign and out onto the tracks. Don't get me wrong, they are that stupid but that does not mean that he has to keep a pull on his whistle from the time he enters the city to the time he leaves. Besides, if someone is dumb enough to challenge the train, I think that he is dumb enough to lose their rights and privileges as a live person.
The train also does this amazingly stupid thing every now and then- it comes to a complete stop, blocking miles of traffic. And if you are lucky, you can even see it go backward before starting up the correct direction again. It is infuriating!
In short- I hate the train!
Garage Sale-ing
This last weekend we went to Nashville for this HUGE community garage sale. Some friends of mine live out there and told us about it so that we could work our visiting with them around this huge sale (We really do like them a lot even though it sounds like we were just using them for their garage sale). What makes it even better is that it is in the rich part of town so this was no janky stuff either.
I was on a mission! I was determined to find an entertainment center with doors on the front that go back into the entertainment center. I know, that is a little specific for garage sales but I was not about to give up hope. As it was our TV has been sitting on a coffee table with all the wires and everything hanging out and it looked too much like we belonged in the ghetto neighborhood we live in.
We walked up to an open garage and saw it- It was "the one" and there were people looking at it! They were making an offer on MY entertainment center! The nerve of some people. Fortunately for me, the offer was not accepted. I tried to keep my composure but I was doing little dances in my head. So, I went and made my offer and after using my powers of persuasion, I convinced her to come down $75. Am I the master or what?
Now it sits in our livingroom looking so grand. As soon as James shows me how to put up pictures, I will show you all because I think everyone should see how beautiful it is.
By the way, we also got a bigger TV and a tuner. Don't ask me what the second does. All I know is that we got a great deal on it (according to James) and now there are more ugly black boxes with wires.
So pretty
My pretty TV armoire
How is it?
How is it that I am always so busy yet there are times... like right now, when I have nothing better to do than sit around and post on my blog? Does that make any sense to anyone? NO! I waste a lot of time and most of it is at work- imagine that. By the way, does anyone know of any really great time wasting web pages I could visit during my day at work?
I am curious to hear how other people waste their time and if it is done during or after work. And don't pretend like you don't waste time. A "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" marathon does not count as time well spent either. As much as you might like to think that it inspires you to think on your feet, I'm pretty sure it rots your brain like anything else.
Memphis & Me
My husband and I have moved to Memphis. You know you really love someone if you are willing to move to Memphis for them. It is a terrible place with strange creatures referred to as red-necks and ghetto thugs. And this is not the cute south that you see in the movies where people move slowly, have manners and that adorable southern accent. Oh no- this is the "dirty south" where you can't understand what people are saying! They call it country but it is the most urban and incomprehensible ebonics you have ever heard.
I had thought that being surrounded by hippies sucked but now that I am here I am finding that I miss hippies. Not direct contact with them so much... but it was nice to know that they were around. They made it so that people couldn't smoke into your face, you couldn't litter everywhere and there were trees. Red-necks and ghetto thugs just don't care like a hippy would.
Currently, my main source of income is from my job as an apartment manager. Here I am asked one question more than any other and that is, "Does y'all gots any free beh-rooms?". It turns out that they are inquiring about the vacancies for apartments that contain three bedrooms. If you rent- go home and send a card to your manager and tell them that things are great and you love your home. We are not the devil- I promise.
Well, I have managed to start off on a negative note. We have met some decent people here too. In fact there are several that don't constantly use double negatives and actually pronounce most of the letters in their words. They don't count because most of them are from out of town too. I'm sure they will come up more in the future.
When there is more to tell, trust me you will be the first to know (by that I mean that I might actually get around to writing in here again some time and you might here about what I've been doing but don't fear because it probably isn't anything terribly exciting anyway).
