Mintucky

Our business Administrator sometimes will lovingly refer to the area we live in as "Mintucky." There are several humorous, and several not so humorous reasons for this. The most recent was when I went to our local Bible book store to pick up a music book that I had ordered a week prior. The conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Hello, I'm here to pick up a music book I ordered last week.
Them: Ok, what's your name.
Me: Jeanne Hyde. That's H Y D E.
Them: (lots of typing and staring at a screen) Hmm...we don't seem to have any order under that name.
Me: Ok, well it might be under Carson Valley Christian Center.
Them: (lots more typing and staring at a screen) Hmm....is it an order of erasers?
Me: Um, no. It is a music book.
Them: Hmm...we don't seem to have any record of that order. Who did you speak to?
Me: I don't know what their name was. It was an older gentleman.
Them: Well it appears as though he never processed the order.
Me: Really. How interesting.
Them: When did you need this book?
Me: Tomorrow.
Them: Yeah, we can't have it in by tomorrow. Would you like us to order it again?
Me: No thank you. (That was what I said out loud. What I wanted to actually tell them was exactly what I thought of their one horse operation. None of it positive.)

I then proceed to leave, call every book store within a 50 mile radius - but all in vain. I ended up ordering the book from amazon.com and paying more in shipping than I paid for the book. Personally, I think I should have billed the Bible bookstore for my shipping costs.

And that folks, is why somedays it feels as though I live in Mintucky.

By the way...only 17 more days.

The Countdown Continues

18 Days.

I have started the "pre-packing purge." So far, I have gotten rid of 4 bags of clothes, and carted out 3 garbage bags of junk to the dumpster in my parking lot. Honestly, I really enjoy the whole purging process. There is just something liberating about letting go of stuff. You should try it.

Movin' On Up!

19 Days and counting. 19 days until what do you ask? So glad you asked. 19 days until I move out of my miserable 1960's apartment in the ghetto of Carson City to a BRAND NEW, georgeous, GATED complex in Minden, NV. There is no downside to me moving. Absolutely none. My commute will now go from twenty minutes each way to four minutes each way. I will now have a garage...no longer will some inconsiderate jerk be able to steal my assigned parking space. I now have a washer and a dryer in my apartment. No more ghetto laundry mats for me.

The apartment is also two bedroom. But there is only of you, you say. That's true. I also have two full bathrooms. So any of you want to come visit, you get your own room and your own bathroom. Only the best for my guests.

Did I mention this is a brand new complex? That's right. Brand new. I will be the first tenant to occupy my apartment. No dealing with someone's left-over dirt. How nice is that. Pretty nice, I tell ya.

And the apartment is beautiful. When I walked through the door on Saturday to look at it, I almost cried it was so elegant and beautiful.

Seriously, can't wait to move.

Run, Run, Run, Run...a Do Run, Run

Running is now my sport of choice. I have several reasons - and admittedly most of them are psychological. If I had enough room in my apartment I would buy a treadmill. But, unfortunately there is abosolutely nowhere for it to go. It's most unfortunate. So, I'm hitting the pavement.

I'm excited about my new endeavor for many reasons. We'll see how it plays out.

All a Matter of Perspective

I never used to turn my cell phone off. I didn't always answer it, but I never turned it off. I would think, what if someone needs to get a hold of me? They won't be able to if I turn my phone off. I have a slightly different perspective these days. I love turning my phone off. It is freeing. It is glorious. It is wonderful. I finally realized that I do not need to be available twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Go ahead. Turn your phone off. You won't regret it.