day 116...ok day

ok ok ok, I am in a holding pattern. WTF, the dudes came over to fix my toilet today and they clearly made some adjustments. Instead of it running constantly, it now runs in 3 second spurts every 3 seconds. Good job guys. I guess I will just have to fix it myself.

D. Mac called me home body, um guess what, hell yes I'm a homebody, and guess why? Typically when a homeless person gets a home, he or she would like to spend time taking in the fact that he or she is no longer homeless! My plan was to sit still for one week in my new home, just soak it up and chill, truth be told, I am done soakin, and I am getting a bit antsy.

Tomorrow we have our Christmas party at work from 4-6pm whoa ho hey hey gettin crazy..... The party don't stop til 6 in the evenin! But then the cool kids are going out downtown for a bit the after party and you never know, we may stay out until 8.

OMG that toilet is driving me BATTY!

Saturday... moving day the sequel...gonna get to see my folks one mo again as they so kindly bring me my bed, not that I am hatin on the air mattress, but covering up with a fitted sheet is getting sorta old.....it’s also gonna be cool to have one pot and one pan....it’s a bit challenging to cook eggs with no pan! Tomorrow's party includes an ugly Xmas sweater contest, I don't have a Xmas sweater but I will be wearing a sweater, I hope I don't win.

Ok I am about to go bust up this toilet.

day 117...hoho ho

I woke up extra early for my meeting, I am leaving in plenty of time and I can't find my keys! Shocker! Everyone knows I lose everything and I typically find what I am looking for in my trunk, well I know this is not the case this time because I let myself in the door, so I know they are here somewhere and I am cussing myself out for losing keys in a one bedroom apartment with no furniture!...well, I finally remembered that I put them in the freezer....I thought that it would be a good way to not forget my Lean Cuisines in the morning and bring them to work for lunch for the rest of the week....great plan! So I grabbed my cold ass keys and head off to my meeting. Meeting went well, except for the fact that they now added accountant to my job description...um hello, my math skills include counting fingers and toes, and this should be interesting.

I got to work and kinda snickered to myself when I passed by Rusty's desk (the marketing girl) I am her Secret Santa and I am in charge of giving her small gifts throughout December. Yesterday I gave her some bath stuff (crystals, fizzy stuff, candles, candle holder) and I didn't have anything to wrap it in, so I scrambled around and donated this green foofoo thing that I hold my TP in on my bathroom floor. It actually worked out perfectly except for the fact that it has spent the past few years holding my toilet paper on my bathroom floor and now it’s sitting on her desk holding Christmas presents from her secret Santa.

The highlight of my day was Brandy unexpectedly taking me out to lunch, she had a meeting in Nashville and made time to take her old ex-roomie out to lunch, and so I rescheduled my lunch with my flooring guy to Friday.

My uncle called my mom and told her that is bullshit that I don't talk to my cousin anymore and that I need to make up with her because they will be in TN visiting her for Christmas.....um I am not going to even comment on that right now....I am in an anxiety-free-zone at the moment.

D. Mac is cracking me up right now, as he is spittin some lyrics from Digital Underground via text, I am currently pretending to know every word of this song with the help of my ol pal google.com, I am pretty sure he is impressed. I honestly thought I was the only one who listened to DU... So just let me introduce myself, my name is Humpty, pronounced with an Umpty....

day 115

ok so I have gotten several texts and calls from you all wanting to know whats up with this dude not asking me out. Ok, here is whats up with whats goin down..Donnie Mac and I do talk and text everyday for hours and yes we haven't met yet. This is the only way I can describe it, we are building a foundation...I almost said that with a straight face...we are taking things SLOW. We both acknowledge that this is kooky, but I think we are perfectly okay with building it up and setting the bar so high that we will both be disappointed when we do finally meet. We can make each other laugh over the phone and text, we (I mean he) may be scared to take this relationship on to dry land. All I know is ,we are both single, we have had our dating hits and misses and we are just getting to know each other by talking about absolutely nothing. It may be the perfect way to start a relationship or we will just get bored and it will die down...whatever will be will be. I placed the ball in his court, he can pick it up and do whatever he wants to with it. Until then, I will laugh and go with the flow.

I now have to do some work, I am running our meeting tomorrow at 7am and I must prepare. I also have a lunch tomorrow with our new flooring guy, so I have to get ready for that too...good night

day 114

Not much to report, it was good day, I always consider it a good day when the police don't show up at my work and cart me off to the clink.... our receptionist was not so lucky. I guess no one told her that is not okay to charge $60K to someone else's credit card...oopsy, guess we will have to find someone else to answer the phones...I just hope she wasn't my secret santa...

SO I just got my computer to work, it will probably F up again in a minute so I better type fast. My place is quite cozy, the sound of the running toilet is soothing and the candle kinda covers up the motel smell...but I am not complaining about one thing, its all funny and all good, especially since it didn't take me 2.5 hours to get to work this morning. I am now watching this movie about a man in a boat who likes Chardonnay/white zin mix, its pretty funny. I really don't have anything to say right now, I am honestly just typing because I can, about an hour ago I couldn't and I threw a little tantrum.  I spent the last few hours fixing my computer and texting this one guy, he is now taking a bubble bath, so I am blogging about nothing. I think its time to watch more of this man in a boat movie. Good night!

day 113....camping out...in my living room

Ok, first and foremost, my dad is out of the hospital and he doing just fine, he had every test done imaginable and they couldn't find anything...again! So they are chalking it up to a migraine without the headache...whatever, he is healthy as a horse and that's all that matters.

2nd, I am in my new place!!! yee haw! I am now chillin on my air mattress waching TV and talking to all of you...I couldn't be happier. I don't even care that the sprayer on the sink is broken, the toilet runs constantly, the screen door fell off, the dishwasher is broken, the tub won't drain and I have popcorn with no microwave, all of that can be fixed. Oh and I am fairly certain there is hole under the carpet in my bedroom, well there is no bed in it, so for now its just a room.

Ok if I don't sound like myself its not my fault, its Ed Hardy, he found my blog and now I am trying to pretend he is not in the audience (hey Donnie). Seriously, you know how you sometimes have to pretend everyone in the audience is in their underwear so you will not be so nervous, that its supposed to help you relax and be yourself when you are on stage? Well I am just gonna have to pretend he is in his underwear. Its all my fault really, he said he was going to start calling me Gypsy and I got all paranoid that he already knew about my blog, so I freaked out and practically spelled out the link myself. He said he read all the posts that he was mentioned in and he just texted me saying he was disappointed that "his blog" wasn't updated yesterday, ha.  This is a first...I am literally writing in my diary about a boy that the boy is now reading, oh well at this rate we are never going to meet anyway, he is like scared to ask me out. :)

Ok before I go, I want to give a shout out to my good friend Stewart. Back in April, I was complaining about my job and my life in general, the fact that I felt like I was drowning in Atlanta, that I needed a change of scenery and I that I wanted to move to Nashville. Stewart then sat me down, gave me a pep talk, made me develop an action plan and then told me to execute the plan. He made me come up with a target move date (July) and follow through, just do it he said, there is nothing holding you back but yourself. That's exactly what I did, I moved to TN July 15th, and in 4 1/2 months, I got a job in my industry that I love, an apartment and I have never looked back. I love my decision and my new city. I am thankful for Stewart making me believe I can do what ever I want just by executing the plan. Thanks Stewart!

day 112 last night of being a nomad...sorta

Today has been a whirlwind of emotions. Woke up walking on air. Went to work and got a call, my dad is in the hospital. Ok, well ok, um  well of course I start crying.  My dad has had an episode of what could be a mini stroke. He has had these before and has been in the hospital twice before, dizziness, blurred vision, disoriented, grey, he goes to the hospital and they run every single test they could possibly run and they find nothing. He is as healthy as a horse, both times. Its crazy and frustrating that they can't find one single thing wrong with him, this morning it happened again. My brother calls to say dad is in the hospital and moving day is canceled. Ok well i am a wreck at work, I am worried sick and I am trying to figure out what to do. My dad is supposed to be co-signing for me because of my blemish and now I am conflicted, on how I am supposed to act. I am worried about my dad and feel selfish about worrying about how I am going to get this apartment and move my stuff. So hurdles hurdles everywhere. I decide to leave work early, I am a wreck so my boss tell me to go and its fine. I go straight to the leasing office (mind you I have called them 4 times today and every other day leading up until now). They are sick of me but I don't care. I sit down with the leasing agent. At one point today I consider forging my dads signature and sending it to a notary and having the lease over-nighted. I then find out that is next to impossible by tomorrow. So I sit down with the property manger and we work out a plan to let me pay yet another deposit instead of having a co-signer. It cost me a bunch of money and my soul, but somehow end up signing a lease and get my keys to my new place. wow. I have no idea what just happened, I am in a complete fog, but here I am with keys. So I leave and head out. I wanted to go to Atlanta to be with my family but my mom talked me out of it, saying Ryan was there and we can't even visit dad so not to come. I also thought about going there and renting a U-haul and grabbing my stuff but Brandy talked me out of that too, so I just went to her house. Today was filled with senerio after senerio racing through my brain.  I am a zombie, during the hour drive I spoke with my mom again, my uncle (my dads brother), left a message for my dad, who will be spending the night and possibly the whole weekend in the hospital for more tests and observation. I spoke with my dad earlier and I said  "boy you will do anything to get out of moving" he laughed and said you got that right. So here I am, I have a place and guess what, I am going to round up all of my belonging that I do have and move into my apartment, my furniture will get here when it gets here, not a big deal. For now, all I need is one air mattress, Brandy's TV that she claims she never watches from her bedroom and my clothes. That is all I need and its a good thing cause that is all I have :) I am excited to camp out in my own place, one more adventure. Brandy is putting together a starter kit for me, salt and pepper, a spatula, a fork , a butter knife and lots o sporks from Taco Bell. I am thankful for what I do have and that is a roof over my head. I can say one thing, I will never take for granted having anything ever. I am certifiably humbled in life. Bring it life! I am ready for any hurdle or hiccup you bring my way. Nothing is easy and that's the way it should be. By new apartment has power, a TV, cable, I have my laptop, and Brandy will provide me with sheets, pillow and blankets, that's all I need! My focus is praying that my dad will be ok and my mom will be ok and my brother will help hold the walls up. I know whats most important in life and that is family and friends and I will hang on to them until my knuckles turn from white to blue....cause without them and God, I am mush.

 So that was my day, Brandy and I just watched a movie and now I have to try to exhale and get ready to move my hot pink trunk that I still have from my dorm room. Lordy lordy

Day 111 2nd to the last day of being a nomad!

So Ed Hardy, ok I am going to start using his real name, Donnie Mac. So DM, told me he googled me, and then he had to get off the phone cause he was at work. Holy crap! Who is the heck knows whats he found out. So I googled myself, to see whats going on with Stephanie Baswell. I learned a lot about my self, I had completly forgotten that I won a Telly Award in college for producing, directing, editing a documentary about my 70-year-old friend Mary Jane Taft in college. She was in my ceramics class and she was so cool, her life was so interesting, I made a documentary and while I was getting to know her, I found out she was a friends of my parents! Who know? Crazy! She was the grand-daughter of President Taft, her mom was involved in the plot to kill Hitler and she had miniature horses, a documentary was in order!

I also found all the races that I ran, the marathon, the 1/2 marathon, a 10K, the 5k Fallen Hero's race I ran with Sarah and a few other random races. I found out that there is a Stephanie Baswell in MN and TX weird. and just basic info on High School (McEachern) and college (Reinhardt). So it was pretty cool to google myself, no mentions of court appearances or mugshots so all is good!