Shanon’s Blog

Wow. Oprah (my Australian shepherd dog) at my couch yesterday. She didn’t gnaw on the leg a little bit. Somehow she ripped a huge hole in the pillow and chewed a hole in the edge of it. Can you say livid? Heart pounding to the point that when I got home I just went to my room and lay in bed until it calmed down a little bit? Can you say texting Uncle Keith to tell him not to meet me in the living room to show  it to me because I might go a little crazy? If it was my old piece of crap couch it would be no big deal. But it’s not. It’s the leather couch that’s more comfortable than any bed I’ve ever slept on and I just got in February. It’s the $3700 couch that I got for $1700 on my Mastercard and will be paying for over the next three years. That couch. And now all that saves that couch from being totally white trash and only making it somewhat white trash is the blue t-shirt covering the huge hole. I will take a picture of it today and post it tomorrow. I didn’t have the heart to look at it more than once yesterday. Keith knows a guy who can fix it, but how much is that gonna cost me? So maybe I’ll be the person who learns to embrace the giant hole in the couch. And my cat ate my iPod cord while I was in Denver last week. He is usually the chewer and Oprah isn’t. I don’t know where I’ve gone wrong with my animals, but clearly I’ve done something.

Let’s see. I’m not gonna talk about the same stuff I have been in my past couple of blogs. Where’s my dating life? Non existent. Whatever. I’m in a good place just hanging out with friends and playing kickball on Monday’s and tennis when I can. I hope to play tonight unless I get achy again. I suck at this game so bad. I’m praying that I don’t hit the ball over the fence and into the creek again. Anyway, I think maybe I am such a relationship person and I don’t approach anyone because I know I would get rejected. I pretty much hop from one person to the next and I’ve not done that this time. So maybe people don’t know that I’m single. Or maybe I don’t really care to go out with a different person every day of the week because I am such a relationship person. I’d rather not waste my time on people who have no potential for anything more. Kellie asked me the other day if living on my side of the street is where my heart really is and my answer was yes. The thought of going back to the other side of the street isn’t even an option. Sometimes I wish it was because I dream of the white picket fence with kids running in the yard chasing their puppy kind of thing. I know I can still have that, but it doesn’t come as easy. I will have to make a concerted effort to start a family. That’s OK because at least I know I will be ready to do that, but it’s also a little discouraging. I don’t know. I’m rambling now.

I had dinner with my friend Kelli last night. I’ve not seen her in a long time because I pretty much fell off the face of the earth for a while. It was nice catching up with her. She’s pregnant and due about a month before my little sister. It was so random because she gave me a box of glasses for my birthday and when I went to put them in my back seat, I found $37! That was the lucky moment of my day yesterday. I sat at the table by myself for the longest time because I drove from Coppell to Grapevine. She drove from Ft. Worth. And while traffic through DFW sucks bad, apparently it doesn’t suck as bad as the traffic from Ft. Worth. Luckily I’m trying to become a professional brick breaker game player, so I occupied myself with that. But I felt like such a loser sitting there with my Diet Pepsi and cheesy bread. I had the BBQ chicken chopped salad and it was very tasty. I did throw it up once I got home, but oh well. I tried. Keith then comes home with his Buffalo Wild wings chicken wrap and wings that smell to high heaven. I had already been in such a crappy mood all day that I just finished folding my laundry and went to bed. Gross. I’m not gonna lie I love the BWW chicken tender wrap, but there’s something about smelling it in the apartment that makes it lose its tasty appeal.

Oh and the apartment that we pay way too much to live in is sucking more and more every day. They are renovating the empty ones, so the occupied apartments aren’t getting the attention they used to and it sucks. My dishwasher leaks and floods my kitchen and I think that I’m going to have to let the water seep down into my downstairs neighbors apartment before my apartment management gives a crap. I’ve not done dishes in two weeks now. I can’t because I don’t think that hand washing sanitizes them and I’m not about to eat off of dirty dishes. And if we run the dishwasher it floods the entire east side of my kitchen until the counters are saturated with water and then flows to every other side of the kitchen. Seriously, what does it take? It’s so frustrating because these apartments cost enough that a roommate is necessary, so youd think that customer service would be kind of a big deal. I will say this. If my dishwasher isn’t fixed by the end of the show on Friday, I’m going to protest. I will go and sit in the office until they feel the need to fix my stuff. Seriously. Unless I find something better to do, which I probably will, and then I will just invest in all plastic wear and let the other dishes continue to build up in my sink.