There was a potato in my hallway.

Seriously. There was a potato in my hallway at my apartment.

Bottles of urine on the rooves and potatoes in the halls. FML! :)

Loner

Loner

I don’t make this stuff up.

PLSF

Is that a bottle of urine??

I almost titled this post:

“Let’s Play….What’s on the Roof?”

But after closer inspection I decided a title with the word urine in it would have a much more exciting effect.  Although I may have to pull out the game-show-esque title out in the future. 

Let me explain. 

The apartment complex where I live has some pros and cons.  One of the pros happens to be parking.  There is a TON of parking, most of which is covered.  Covered parking is a great thing, especially when you live in a hot state like Texas.  Covered parking can mean the difference between third degree burns on your palms or just profuse sweating upon entering the vehicle.

There's my Vibe!

There's my Vibe!

I took that picture from my balcony.  I look directly out to the covered parking.  This is a good thing as I feel that I can keep an eye on my car.  Because I like to pretend that if I saw someone stealing it, I would be able to deter them from the safety of my balcony.  Yeah, right.

Anyway…the corrugated metal roof of the covered parking is a sort of storage area for various items such as leaves, sticks, pine needles, etc.  And by etc., I mean-various non-natural items like beer bottles, beer cans, and other random trash. 

I’ve never personally seen anyone throwing trash onto the covered parking roof, but it obviously happens. 

We got the beer bottles…

Recycling is fun!

Recycling is fun!

I do believe that’s a Bud Light and a Corona…a big one (40 ounce?). 

Then there’s random things…

What the!??

What the!??

You can see the myriad of items in this picture.  In the forefront you will see another huge beer bottle-still wrapped in the paper bag the bum left the party store with.

You will also see another-half filled-Corona bottle, a roll of clear packing tape, a sparkly red item, and a string of metal wire cable stuff.

Who does this stuff?

Then we get to the next roof item…

The bottle of urine.

Thirsty?

Thirsty?

Now you may be thinking that this is a bottle of something other than urine.  But believe me…it’s urine…pee..piss..whatever you want to call it.  I thought at first that it could be apple juice.  Apple juice is almost this same exact color.  But after further inspection, thanks to the zoom on my camera…I’ve determined it to be a bottle of urine.  Apple juice doesn’t come in bottles shaped like that and you can clearly see the blue label half-way ripped off.  I think its a Nestle brand bottle actually. 

Unfortunately I have to look at this bottle of urine on a daily basis.  It’s just sitting there, staring me in the face-taunting me.  I can’t and don’t want to attempt to remove it from the roof.  So until the apartment complex gets around to cleaning off the roofs (which may never happen), I will have to look at the urine every day. 

After a close examination of the urine bottle, I realize that the half-full Corona bottle show in the previous picture contains a liquid that is the same exact shade of pee-yellow. 

Who is living in my part of the apartment complex that feels the need to not only pee in a bottle (that can be justified in the right scenario) but to continue to throw the bottle onto the roof of the covered parking? 

I’m hoping that they don’t make a habit of it.  I don’t know how many more urine filled bottles I can take. 

And if the bottle filler happens to be reading my blog please take a recommendation.  Drink more water and less Corona.  Your urine seems to be very dark yellow which can be an indication of dehydration.  The lighter your urine color-the more hydrated you are. 

You may be disgusting and repulsive, but I’d hate to see you living your life in a constant state of dehydration. 

Drink up bottle filler…drink up. 

*Readers:  if this little issue continues to occur, we will definately be having a “What’s on my roof?” contest!  I know you’re excited.  Can it get more exciting than urine filled bottles?  Possibly.

;)

PLSF

Why does he do this to me?

And by he, I mean Hurley. My 10 pound, canine shaped, wrecking ball.

I do believe that you’ve seen a post or two about his many bouts of destruction. There’s the Soccer Ball Incident

and the…

Little Lamby Murder to name a few.

Those are seriously the least of my worries compared to some of the things he’s been destroying lately. He has destroyed 3 DVD’s; one of which was the movie Marley & Me. You know, the one about the world’s worst dog.

Irony is a bitch.

More recently he decided to remove a strap from a bra that I had hanging from my closet door. You seriously have no idea how many times I’ve walked into my apartment only to find a shredded mess that could only be identified by color and texture.

Now let’s get to possibly his worst bout of destruction…ever.

I recently renewed my lease for my apartment. I signed a 12 month lease. Most apartments will shampoo your carpeting on a yearly basis or when you renew your lease. I was excited about this as I tend to be a clean freak (I know…surprising). Plus you never know what your previous renter had done on the carpeting of my apartment.

The carpet cleaning was scheduled for sometime on May 21st. May 21st fell on a Thursday. That meant that I would be at work and unable to supervise the carpet cleaning crew. No biggie. But I was supposed to lock up my dog. That’s pretty much standard protocol when it comes to apartment stuff. Lock up your vicious animals so they don’t eat Jose the carpet shampooer. Really, his name is Jose.

I had completely forgotten about locking Hurley up until after I had already gotten to work. I called the leasing office and talked to Nancy. She’s a pretty nice lady and was kind enough to come put Hurley in the bathroom before the carpet guys got to my apartment.

Now if I would have been thinking clearly, I would have had her put him in his crate instead of the bathroom. There are far too many things that could be destroyed in the bathroom. His crate would have kept him from his destruction.

When I walked into my apartment after work I was excited to see that my carpet was freshly cleaned. Hooray!

Then came the shocker…

Hurley, who was barking up a storm, thoroughly pissed off that he was locked in the bathroom, had done damage that I didn’t even know was possible.

FML!

FML!

What is the white crap all over the floor you may ask..??

After closer inspection I realized that it was paint. Paint chips, probably full of lead. And pieces of toilet paper. A whole roll to be exact.

I was speechless. I just stood there frozen. Of course Hurley darted out the door like a bat out hell and was hiding under the coffee table. He always hides when he’s destroyed something. Probably because he knows I will beat him with the remainder of the object in question.

Ok…so there are paint chips littering my bathroom floor. Let’s find out where they came from, shall we?

Are you kidding me!?

Are you kidding me!?

That is the back of my bathroom door. The little punk had scratched the paint off from the bottom to the middle of the door. There is no way that this could have been an easy task as it seemed like there were at least 7 layers of thick, latex paint on the door.

I have no idea what I’m going to tell the apartment complex when I finally ship out. “Umm…the paint was peeling…really badly.”

I suppose that Hurley’s destructive habits are partially my fault as he is left home alone a lot and probably doesn’t get enough exercise which is the worst thing for an energetic dog. But still….

Nancy from the apartment complex was even nice enough to put one of his raw hide bones in the bathroom with him. To…ya know…keep him occupied.

The bone was the only untouched item in the entire space. Spiteful jerk!

Jerk!

Jerk!

If you look to the right of the picture you can see that the little plastic thingy that holds the toilet paper roll is gone. Destroyed.

I cleaned up the mess and held my composure. There wasn’t really any use in getting upset.

And besides…if anyone is looking for a quick and easy paint removal service I may be able to make a few extra bucks.

Did I Do That??

Did I Do That??

PLSF

Gonna party like it’s my birthday…

Actually the partying has since past.  My birthday is actually on May 18th; which was this past Monday.  Monday’s are a strange day for a birthday, especially if you want to have a party. 

So I partied the Saturday before my birthday.  I figured that it was safer to hold a party before your actual birthday rather than after.  No one really cares once they find out your bday has come and gone. 

Anyway…the party began at the Front Porch Pub on Gray (Houston).  I had heard from a frien that it was a cool place…and she was right.  Very Houston-y, sit outside, drink beer, loud music, etc.  The basics. 

We weren’t there for long since we (aka: me) were excite to get to where the action is.  We finished our night at RocBar.  If you’re from Houston and like the club/bar scene, you need to check it out.  It was super fun and had a cool atmosphere.  We got to RocBar as soon as it opened which was 10pm and within an hour or two, the place was packed. 

I had a fun night and wanted to share a few pics with those of you who are still visiting my blog despite my recent suckiness about posting.  Enjoy…

Let’s start with the hair.  I knew it had to be rocker since we were going to the RocBar.

Yes.  It took me a long time and yes...I used a lot of hair spray.

Yes. It took me a long time and yes...I used a lot of hair spray.

I was going for a Mohawk look.  Mohawks are what rockers wear.  Right?

I was going for a Mohawk look. Mohawks are what rockers wear. Right?

At the Pub.  Attempting to recreate a scene from Jaws using a Landshark Beer Coaster

At the Pub. Attempting to recreate a scene from Jaws using a Landshark Beer Coaster

Vanessa and Tyler...totally cool people!  I met Vanessa at work and she's a super cool girl.

Vanessa and Tyler...totally cool people! I met Vanessa at work and she's a super cool girl.

The girls were swinging from the ceiling.  I so wanted to do it!  Don't drink and swing...

The girls were swinging from the ceiling. I so wanted to do it! Don't drink and swing...

Too cute!

Too cute!

Yes...I was wearing a hoochie outfit!  All in goo fun.  But I've noticed when I dance I have a really stupid look on my face.

Yes...I was wearing a hoochie outfit! All in goo fun. But I've noticed when I dance I have a really stupid look on my face.

My friend Jorge with one of the hottie bartenders.

My friend Jorge with one of the hottie bartenders.

No...the legs on the right do not belong to a cross-dressing man.  It's me...with size 11 heels.  Swear!  The other legs belong to my friend M!

No...the legs on the right do not belong to a cross-dressing man. It's me...with size 11 heels. Swear! The other legs belong to my friend M!

Vanessa soon began giving the thums up in every single picture!  :)

Vanessa soon began giving the thumbs up in every single picture! :)

As you can see…we had a great time.  I actually had a few more people show, but I didn’t want to go plastering their drunken faces on my blog without their permission.  And I don’t think they would have given me permission… 

:)  

Later peeps!

PLSF

It’s my birfday!!!

That’s right folks…I’m the big 2-4!  Not really a milestone, but a birthday none the less. 

:)   I will be posting some pictures from my mini-party that I hosted this weekend at the Roc Bar here in Houston.  We had a great time! 

You have to party the weekend before you birthday if it happens to land on a weekday.  I suppose I could also party the weekend afterwards and still be able to get random people to buy me a drink…..we might be pushing it though. 

Later Peeps!

No Mom…I’m not dead.

I’m just on sabatical!  :)   I’ve got some good stuff in the chute for yall later this week and next week.  See you soon!

PLSF

Finally calming down at the office!

Finally calming down at the office!

“Sham-What the Hell!”

Oh wait…I meant “Sham-Wow!”  You know what I’m talking about right? 

And forgive me if I’m light years behind the blogosphere and all the hot topics that have since come and gone since I’ve been detached from the real world.   

I’m still busy as hell at work (totally not complaining) but this little topic just couldn’t go un-blogged about.  I needed to bring this to your attention.  I needed to tell my beloved readers about the dangers that lurk in the most unsuspecting places. 

Places like……your mailbox. 

I opened up my mailbox last week and was shocked…horrified…and totally creeped out!  I was greeted by an electric bill, an Oprah magazine (thanks Mom-didn’t know you were a big O fan), and this guy:

Yes, it’s Vince.  The Sham-Wow guy.  I never know that a fauxhawk could look so creepy and weird. 

Vinces’ odd mug-shot-esque picture was adorning the cover of my beloved Home-Trends catalog.  If you are lucky enough to receive mail from our wonderful U.S. Postal Service then I know for a fact that you’ve been the proud owner of a Home Trends catalog.  For some reason the catalog brings back these warm fuzzy memories of my Grandma’s house.  My Grandma is a huge fan of Home Trends.  She always finds something in there that she needs to have!  Like Night Vision Driving Glasses, Button Helper and my personal favorite; Waist-Band Extender.  I always pack an extra in case I gorge myself and need an extra inch or two of leeway. 

God bless my Grandma, but I know that she has purchased her fair share of , “Didn’t even know I needed that!,” items. 

If the Sham-Wow guy scares the hell out of me, I can only imagine what my Grandmother thought when she saw that in her mailbox. 

So please…if you have young ones in the home or you care for an elderly parent/grandparent, please scan your mail before dropping it off on the kitchen counter. 

Your children will be frightened! 

And your Grandma will order 6 sets of Sham-Wow’s. 

PLSF

:)

Hey Yall!

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Hello to all of my super duper dedicated readers.  Yes…..I know….I’m a horrible blogger.  But I know that people also hate reading about how people are too busy to blog. 

So I won’t say that. 

But I will say that I have missed my lovely blog and my lovely readers.  I’ve missed you all dearly. 

Nothing new/exciting has happened to me in my life lately.  I haven’t really had time to do anything, and that’s been ok with me.  I like me job and like the overtime that I’m getting.  I’m also very grateful to even have a job…so I’m going to do the best that I can to keep myself in the position that I’m in. 

One new development is that I’ve started attending church service again.  I honestly haven’t stepped into a church for years (except when my Grandma forced me to last Christmas) and I like it. 

Amen.

It’s Wednesday Night… (Well…it was when I wrote this post, now it’s Saturday and I just realized it didn’t publish) Damn!

…and…that means absolutely nothing.  That means that I’m getting home from work late and that I most likely had a long day and am ready to call it quits by the time I walk through the door. 

Just a few random things that are happening in my life:

*Congrats and respect to our new president, Barak Obama.  Yeah…I’m a little late on that, but props to him none the less.  This was also the first time in my life that I voted in an election.  Or voted ever for that matter.  I was also able to watch the inauguration; which I do believe is the first inauguration that I’ve ever watched.  My workplace hosted an inauguration party and it was so awesome.  We were all able to come and watch the inauguration on our projector and there were flags and sparkly hats and food and crying ladies and cheering people.  It was a very cool experience.  Not only was I am to watch the entire inauguration during my work day (a privilege, I know), I was able to see the first black man put into the highest ranking position in the world, and I was able to do it while surrounded by people from every walk of life.  The organization that I work for has employees from about 26 countries.  It was an awesome mix of proud African Americans and staunch, old white men, and every other nationality you could imagine.  And AMEN to finally having a president who can speak in public without embarrassing himself and stumbling over his words.  Buh Bye Bush.  Oh….and if you didn’t vote…you have absolutely no right to complain about the state of the Union. 

*I’m super busy at work.  I will be until the end of tax season.  We are hoping to prepare taxes for 15,000 Houston families who make less than $45,000 a year.  I hope we meet our goal, but dang-there is some stiff competition around here.  There is a Jackson Hewitt and Mom n’ Pop Tax place on every corner.  If you’d like to know where you can get your taxes done or if you’d like to learn how to prepare taxes to become one of our volunteers than email me and I will send you the info.  This is of course for those of you that live in Central Houston. 

*I was finally able to clean my apartment today after I got home from work.  I get a little uneasy when my apartment is messy.  Luckily for me, my apartment is the size of a shoe box so I can pretty much clean it from top to bottom in less than an hour.  I kinda like that aspect of my apartment.

*I’m suddenly addicted to The Office.  Yeah…I know…a little late on that one too.  I rented a bunch of the past season DVD’s and have been watching whenever I get some free time.  Why the hell is it so FUNNY?  I had watched an episode of the show a loooong time ago when it first came on and thought it was the stupidest thing I had ever seen.  But now I know why my peeps all said that you have to keep watching it to really get the gist of the humor.  I’ve gotten the gist and I love it.  If you haven’t watched it (and you probably have-I think I was the last one to catch on) then you know exactly I mean.  It’s such a weird, awkward humor that makes you love the people and hate them at the same time.  Watch it.  It’s funny.

*I’m reading Marley & Me.  Finally.  I have intended to read it for quite some time now and was putting it off.  I love it.  I love the humor and the emotions and the imagery that comes across the pages.  Plus I love reading anything about animals.  The Black Stallion is one of my all time favorite books!  Oh yea…the dog dies at the end.  Hate me?

*My sister/BIL finally got a video camera and they are now posting videos of my cute nephews on YouTube.  It’s almost like I’m there…minus the screaming and diapers.  :)  

*It’s cold in my apartment tonite and I am just imagining how awesome it’s going to feel when I get all cozy and warm under my covers.  :)  

*I am going to do a comprehensive post one of these days about the crazy replies that I’ve been getting regarding the post I did about Magic Milk Mix.  Apparently parents across the country are utilizing my site as a hub for discussion about the suddenly discontinued Magic Milk Mix.  And to think that I was actually making fun of it.  Sorry parents. 

*I hope you all have a wonderful day!  SMILE! 

J

Sharing is Caring!

Good Monday Morning to all of you (whoever you may be):

I found this article among my files at work the other day and really enjoyed it.  I thought you might too. 

 

What is our role in

creating change?     

Margaret Wheatley

Proceed until apprehended!  Diana Vander Woude

­­­­­­­­Several years ago, I read of a Buddhist teacher who encouraged people filled with despair over the state of the world.  His advice was simple and wise: “It’s our turn to help the world.” I love this statement because it reminds us of other times and other people who stepped forward to help create the changes that were necessary.  We do live in an era that is unique in at least two ways.  For the first time, humans have altered the earth’s ecology and created consequences that are just beginning to materialize in frightening ways.  And we are aware immediately of tragedies and horrors everywhere in the world, no matter where they occur.

           

But for all of human existence, no matter how terrible the time, there always have been people willing to step forward to do whatever they could to create positive change.  Some succeeded, some did not.  As we struggle with our own time, it’s good to remember that we are standing on very strong shoulders that stretch far back in history.

In working with many people in very different cultures, I’ve learned to define leadership differently than most.  A leader is anyone willing to help, anyone who sees something that needs to change and takes the first steps to influence that situation.  It might be a parent who intervenes in her child’s school; or a rural village that works to get clean water; or a worker who refuses to allow mistreatment of others in his workplace; or a citizen who rallies her neighbors to stop local polluters.  Everywhere in the world, no matter the economic or social circumstances, people step forward to try and make a small difference. 

Because a leader is anyone willing to help, we can celebrate the fact that the world is abundantly rich in leaders.  Some people ask, “Where have all the leaders gone?”  But if we worry that there’s a shortage of leaders, we’re just looking in the wrong place, usually at the top of some hierarchy.  Instead, we need to look around us, to look locally.  And we need to look at ourselves.  When have we moved into action for an issue or concern that we cared about?  When have we stepped forward to help and thereby become a leader?

The process that creates change in the world is quite straightforward.  We notice something that needs to be changed.  We keep noticing it.  The problem keeps getting our attention, even though most people don’t notice that there’s even a problem.  We start to act, we try something.  If that doesn’t work, we try a different approach. We learn as we go. We become very engaged with the issue, spending more and more time on it.  We become exhausted by our efforts, but still we keep going.  The issue keeps calling to us.  Any time we succeed, no matter how small the success, we gain new energy and resolve.  We become smarter as we learn more about the issue and understand it better.  We become more skillful at tactics and strategies.  As we persevere, and if we are successful, more people join us.  Sometimes we remain as just a small group, sometimes we give birth to a movement that involves tens of thousands, perhaps millions, of people. 

This is how the world always changes. Even great and famous change initiatives begin this way, with the actions of just a few people, when “some friends and I started talking.”  Including those efforts that win the Nobel Peace Prize.  

In 2004,  Wangari Maatai was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for her work in organizing The Greenbelt Movement which had planted over thirty million trees in Kenya and east Africa.  Wangari was a biology professor at the University of Nairobi in Kenya.  In a meeting with other Kenyan women, she learned that the fertile and forested land of her youth had been devastated.  All the trees had been cut down for coffee and tea plantations.  Local women now had to walk miles for firewood, and the water had become polluted with chemicals and run-offs from the plantations.  

She knew that the solution to the plight of these women was to plant trees, to reforest the land.  So she and a few women decided to begin immediately.  They went to a large park in Nairobi and planted seven trees.  However, five of these trees died.  (The two that survived are still there today.)  Their initial success rate was 28.5%, discouraging by anybody’s standards.  But they didn’t give up.  They learned from that experience and the women carried their learnings back to their villages.  Gradually, they became skilled at planting trees.  Other villages saw what they were doing and, over time, a large network of villages became engaged in tree planting.  In less than 30 years,  thirty million trees were flourishing in 600 communities, in 20 nations. Villages now have clean water, shade and local firewood, improved health and community vitality.

What if they had given up when the first five trees died?  What if they had walked away and left it to the government or the U.N. to plant trees? 

And yet, how is it possible to go from two trees to 30 million trees in just 27 years?  Or, to go from a mere dozen men to 9 million people acting as one unified body in just a few weeks, as happened with the Polish Solidarity Movement?  This exponential growth is one gift of living in a network of relationships.  If the issue is meaningful, people pay attention, see its value, and begin to talk to others.  Such passion moves like wildfire through our networks and communities. Suddenly, we’ve reached millions of people and created large-scale change.  And it’s always true that these large powerful changes begin with only a few people who decide to help.

We can rely on this change process.  If we have an idea, or experience a tragedy, or want to resolve an injustice, we can step forward to help.   Instead of being overwhelmed and withdrawing, we can act.  We don’t need to spend much time planning or getting senior leaders involved; we don’t have to wait for official support.  We just need to get started.  When we fail, which of course we will, we don’t become discouraged.  Instead, we learn from our mistakes.  We look for openings and opportunities that present themselves, even if they’re different than what we thought we needed.  We follow the energy of “Yes!” rather than accepting defeat or getting stuck in a plan. 

And we never know at the beginning where we’ll end up.  And it doesn’t matter. Wangari Maathai calls herself an “accidental activist,” stepping forward to plant those first few trees because it felt like the right thing to do. She didn’t know that she would end up in jail, or have her reputation deliberately destroyed by her government.  She didn’t know she’d win the Nobel Peace Prize.  All she did was take that first step, and then the next, and then the next.

This is how the world changes.  And this is why we need to step forward for what we care about. Little by little, step by step we can resolve the frightening issues of this time and restore hope to the future. 

After all, it’s just our turn to help the world.