Hmmmmm....what to do?

OK, I've got myself in bit of a situation and need some neutral advice from my blog friends. Here's the deal, yo:

My current lease is up at my apartment on July 31st. My cousin (who is also my roommate) is moving out of state to go to law school. She and I have lived together for the past 5 years. My plan was to continue living in this complex, but move to a one bedroom. I LOVE my apartment complex! It is very, very nice (oak cabinets, crown molding, pool, pool house, post office, putting green, clubhouse, washer dryer, free wi-fi, great management and on top of that pretty darn affordable). Currently, I pay 300 a month for my half of the rent. We have a two bedroom, two bathroom. If I move into a one bedroom, I will be paying $475 (which I'm fine with).

Now, one of my co-workers is dating a girl, who has a sweet loft apartment. He contacted me and asked me if I'd be interested in seeing it as her roommate is moving out, and she needs a new roommate. I agreed to meet her, look at the apartment and make a decision. I met her today and saw the apartment. It is gorgeous and very hipster, yuppie, cool. But.....

1. The bedroom that would be mine has NO windows.
2. She has a dog, who was described to me to be small and calm. In real life, rather large and HYPER.
3. Said dog sheds like a son of gun!
4. There is a large (and hear me when I say LARGE) pine pole that comes down right in the middle of the room that would be mine.
5. The room is very small, but it has possibility. I have no idea how I'd fit my queen bed with furniture in there, but....

And now for the kicker.....MY EX LIVES THERE. As in Ex-husband. Who is mother freaking psycho. I can not go into detail on here about some of the things he did, and I know that everyone who gets divorced says there ex is crazy. But, mine did things AFTER we separated that you would NOT believe (which is why I won't go into detail about them here). He lives waaaaayyyyy, way across the building but still...I do NOT ever, ever care if I see him again, and I think I'd be sure to run into him there sometime (with his, ahem, THIRD wife. And he's only 32....).

I also feel like I'd be moving into HER apartment and wouldn't be really comfortable there (even though the place is amazingly beautiful). I guess I've really already made my decision, but I get the feeling my co-worker already pretty much told her I WAS going to be her new roommate. Which, by the way, I NEVER said. She was telling me, she'd get the paperwork together and call me tomorrow, working out details, blah blah. I kept saying: "So IF I decide to move in...." and then asking a question, but I felt like she just ignored me when I said that!

I really don't want to hurt her feelings, because she was super sweet, but frankly, I NEED a window in my bedroom! I just didn't get the "welcome home" vibe from the apartment. Hot Police Boy says I'm too territorial! HA! But, he did balk at the pine TREE in the middle of the room! I mean, what the hell would I do with that thing? He said put Christmas lights on it. Oy.

The price of this apartment would be around $450 a month with utilities included, so I would be saving about $100 a month by moving there. But, I'm in pretty good financial shape (thank you sweet Lord Jesus), so I'm fine with staying where I'm at.

So, if you read all of this you are a SAINT and you deserve a big ol' southern hug and a glass of sweet tea! Now, HOW DO I TELL THIS CHICK I AIN'T MOVING IN?!?!?!?

Smooches,
K~

P.S. I love, love, love dogs! Please don't misunderstand! I had a dog once. He died. It was like losing a child. I was devastated. It had something to with those details I can't talk about. The ex. Enough said.


Also, divorce was never in the cards for me. I had a fairytale wedding that was beyond beautiful! But, there are more to marriages than pretty dresses and Virginia roses. I know that now. I wish I'd known that then. You live, you learn. The things I went through made me who I am today. And, if you knew me in real life...I'm pretty damn cool. Just sayin'.

P.S.S. This post is full of typos and punctuation error. I just don't feel like fixing them. Please forgive me (I did spell check though) :)

And on the eighth day....

the Hair Gods created:

There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that has saved my hair more times than this gem. I freaking, freaking, freaking LOVE it! I can not say enough good things about it. I have heavily highlighted blonde hair (cuz I'm not really a blonde, shhhh) and I try to limit how often I have it professionally fried highlighted, as I have finally gotten my hair the healthiest it's ever been. Also, I cringe every time I have to fork out 100+ bones to have it done. By using Clairol Root Touch up, I only get my hair professionally colored about 3 times a year. I have been using this for over 3 years. It really does blend perfectly with any brand of color and makes my hair sooooo soft and shiny (odd for bleach, huh?).

Can you tell, I did this to my hair tonight? I feel like a new woman (and for only $6)! Just thought I'd share with ya!

Smooches,
K~

p.s. I use extra light blonde, even though my hair is really a medium blonde. I leave it on 15 minutes and it works every time.

Pretty excited....

I'm pretty excited that:

My TV remote, which hasn't worked in over a month, decided to come back to life! No more up and down to change channels!

I had a fun breakfast at IHOP after work this morning with some co-workers.

I had a great hair day yesterday (and hoping for a repeat today).

My mom is cooking my (and my brother's) favorite meal for supper tonight: Chicken livers, rice with white gravy, fried okra and sliced tomatoes! I have to work tonight, so she's making it "to-go" for me!

My boyfriend is so darn cute (even though he has a potty mouth).

Spring is coming!

Dude....

today I cleaned Miss Mazda for 3 hours! My car is so freaking clean she squeaks. Being out in the warm sunshine with The Counting Crows (I know you're surprised it wasn't Tom aren't you?) turned up as loud as Miss Mazda's stereo would go was a great way to spend the afternoon! I love having a clean car inside and out. It makes me feel so organized.

I'm off tonight, but have to be at work at 0800 for Use of Force, pepper spray and Taser training. It used to be exciting but I've been going to this every year for 7 years--now it's a little mundane. But, at least it's in a gym and not a classroom! Whoot! Oh, and NO, I do not have to be pepper sprayed or tasered. My department does not require us to do that. Thank God, because I wouldn't do it. Some of the officers bone heads VOLUTEER to be sprayed and/or tased, but not me. Hell to the N.O.!

Hope you all had a fabulous St. Patty's Day! If I didn't have to work in the morning, I'd be indulging in some yummy green beer right about now.....

Smooches,
K~

Happy St. Patrick's Day to all of my blog friends!

(I'll be back to regular blogging tomorrow--it's been busy 'round here)

Training Day....

Well, I have to be at work at 8am. It's my "Annual Training Day". I'm required to spend two Wednesdays a year in training from 8am to 5pm to keep my certification as a law enforcement officer. Mind you, this is strictly class room training. I also have physical fitness tests, shooting proficiency and stress tests that I must do every year as well. However, the latter of the training is actually....fun. This class room business? Notsomuch.

Now, most of you know I work the "graveyard shift" from 6pm to 6am. I am not used to actually sleeping at night so today is going to be difficult. I attempted to go to bed at midnight last night. I woke up at 2am. Oops!

So, I'm up, rocking out to my future husband Tom Petty and having a leisurely morning. The great thing is, I get to dress in civilian clothes (read: jeans) today! Woo-hoo! So I picked out some cute jeans, black flats, one of my favorite Target tees. I'll take my Northface jacket as well since they keep it about -5 in the training room.

I'm feeling pretty good right about now (minus the rib pain, that is getting better), but I know come about noon....The Pink Police Owl is gonna be super sleepy! Thank God for my Blackberry today, so I can Twitter, check blogs, Perez Hilton, etc all day during the boring parts!

This training is so incredibly boring, ohmygodyouhavenoidea, and is a conglomeration of bad videos and a few officers, ahem, trying to teach me about safe driving. But, I'm gonna hit up McDonald's for breakfast and put on my happy face today. At least I don't have to work tonight! Nope, I'm sure I'll be sleeping!

Smooches,
~K

Reverting....

back to the old blog layout. The owl one wasn't as clean and neat as I'd like and it was messing with my OCD :)

Back with some blogging tomorrow! Gotta get out and enjoy this beautiful weather while it lasts.....(and it's not gonna last long, dang it).

Hope you are all FABULOUS!

Blackberry Bloggin'

So...I'm coming to you live from my Blackberry! How cool is it that I can blog from this little pink magical contraption?!? Anyway an update on the life of The Pink Owl: I have worked all weekend. I am tired. My ribs are driving me freaking nuts and they are saying it could be 8 weeks before they get better?!? WTH? But enough of my complaining! Today was my mom's birthday lunch at my brother's house. While I was there I asked my 3yo nephew if I could borrow 5 dollars. I was joking, of course, but pretended to be serious. He asked me what I needed it for and I told him it was for a surfboard (we are all going to the beach together in June). Well... apparently my little angel has been watching too much news. His answer to me was: "Ask Bawack O'Bush. He's your pwesident". Me thinks the little guy has gotten his Presidents confused/combined, but damn, it was awfully cute!

...

Ugh. I hate death. Hate it with a passion, and am honestly very afraid of it. For me, my family, my friends, their families etc. I just don't deal with it well (who does).

Tonight, while out to dinner with some friends I run into an acquaintance who proceeds to tell me that my best friend's dad had died. I literally felt sick to my stomach. I could not eat anymore.

The problem? I haven't talked to my best friend in two years. She still lives about 15 minutes from me. We never had a fight, a falling out or anything. She just stopped calling me or returning my calls about 2 years ago. We have been best friends since kindergarten. I miss her.

I, honestly, don't know what happened--other than she had a little girl. That is the only thing that changed. I still called her almost every day and she just started acting strange. She would either screen my calls or answer and say she'd call me back and not do it. I continued to call until one day I realized something had majorly changed and I just couldn't keep trying to be friends and getting rejected. She never called back to see why I stopped calling. It hurt. It still hurts.

But....I don't care about that right now. I am soooooo heartbroken for her. She is a daddy's girl just like me and we are still little girls--our daddy's little girls. I can not imagine what she's going through.

As soon as I got home, I checked the obituaries to make sure it was her dad. It was. I immediately sat down and wrote her a letter. I told her how sorry I was, that I was here for her no matter how much time had separated us. I told her I loved her and that I missed her. I gave her my phone number (though she already has it).

I don't know what to do. I don't want to call as he just died on Sunday and it's raw. She's very much like me in the fact that we turn inward in crisis. We aren't super emotional, hug it out kind of girls.

I am so upset that I missed the recieving of friends. There is not going to be a funeral at the wish of her late father. I have such fond memories of him. I called him "dad".

Through tears.....

I write this post. I am crying for a little girl I've never met, never seen. Her name is Gracie. She is beautiful and her story has touched me like no other. She was born with a heart condition and received a heart transplant recently. However, her tiny body had complications and she became an angel on Monday. She leaves behind her mom, dad, two big brothers and big sister.

Her dad posted the most recent blog on Monday. As he left his little girl's room, his words are haunting, poignant and beautiful: "Goodnight sweet Gracie. Your daddy loves you."

Please visit Gracie's Blog and pray for this family.

The blogging community is such a powerful place sometimes. It's like we know each other, but yet we don't. I can't imagine going through what this family has gone through and will continue to endure. It causes me to question everything I've ever believed. But, I have to trust that there is an answer bigger than me, bigger than my questions.

Today, I plan to take myself straight to my nephew's house when they get home and hug them, kiss them and hug and kiss them some more. The brevity of life is something I hope I never take for granted.

So, in solidarity with little Gracie's family and friends I, too. say: Goodnight sweet Gracie.

Call the men in white coats....

I. have. got. to. get. out. of. this. apartment.
ASAP.
Or...bad things are gonna happen.
Like maybe me losing my shiz.
I think the wall are closing in on me.
I'm going somewhere, anywhere (read that as Target, TJ Maxx, etc).

The Pink Owl
Out.

**I have the freakiest craving for a Frosty from Wendy's. I've been wanting one for days now? Aren't cravings supposed to go away after 10 minutes? I don't even like Frosty's that much. See people, I'm losing it (but, damn it, I'm gettin' that stupid Frosty today just so I can quit thinking about it).

One step forward, two steps back....

Alrighty then. This pleurisy is getting old. And fast.

Now, yesterday it was pretty much a blizzard here. Well, I know not a real blizzard....but for SC? It was a blizzard. The snow was beautiful and blowing around. It was a winter wonderland. Until....

At 1am my power goes out. It had been struggling for a while, flickering on and off. But the last time you could just hear the generators at the complex drain. Dead. Pitch. Black. Dark. I had already been without internet for several hours and was laid up in bed with a heating pad (which right now is mandatory) watching Halloween. Oh yeah, forgot to mention the cable was out too, so I had to resort to movies.

Well, since the heating pad was no longer working and I wasn't happy about it, I called Hot Police Boy to please come get me! He lives in an apartment complex just down the street with his little brother (who is here going to college) and can be at my house in less than 2 minutes.

HPB shows up and takes me to his apartment. I forgot, however, he has the softest bed in all the land and it was NOT comfortable on my ribs as it provides NO support at all. So I have to wrangle pillows to find a decent way to sleep and woke up feeling like someone had crushed my ribcage with a Louisville Slugger.

I have a doctor's excuse from work for today and tomorrow, so I'm already back in MY nice, firmer bed and feeling pretty good (Bojangle's sweet tea may have something to do with me feeling better too. Just sayin'. It's the little things, people).

So, I'm here with my large sweet tea, restored power, restored internet, and this heating pad that has become my new BFF.

All in all, life's pretty good. Even when I'm down for the count and a tad bit stir-crazy!

Woo-hoo!

(taken with my cute pink Blackberry!)

The view from my balcony of the apartment! Nothing makes me feel better like snow!