Skip to main content

Stanley!

[gallery]

So for those of you who don't know, I'm spending this summer working as an intern in Dallas. Though I'm excited, I can't deny that the thought of being an intern AGAIN is really not all that appealing to me. But luckily I'm working for a great (HUGE) communications company that prefers recent grad interns so I'm hoping I'll have lots of work to do.

Before we got on the road, we stopped for some McTrash and my sister got herself a Happy Meal. But the best part was, we got a plastic gingerbread man from the Shrek movies as a toy! We decided he'd be our flat Stanley. Thus, the birth of Stanley. Anyhow, I got the bright idea to drive from Louisville to Dallas with my fur babies in tow. So we shipped my little Hyundai a few days early, rented a jeep, packed up a bunch of my junk, Armani and TJ and headed out. 6 or so hours later we stopped in Memphis for the night where me and Alexis had to run to Target to get a litter box for my little guy and looked at all of the Stanley pictures from earlier through the day. Tennessee was full of these weird dead armadillo things on the side of the road that were all belly up. Apparently when they die they flip on their backs to make it easier on the buzzards. So the next day we hopped back on the road bright and early and spent the day driving through Arkansas...there is absolutely nothing to say about Arkansas other than we passed a huge sign that said "HOPE, ARKANSAS. BIRTHPLACE OF PRESIDENT WILLIAM J. CLINTON!" Unfortunately Stanley was unprepared so we missed that sign and had to settle for a picture with the Hope sign. We spent most of the drive following signs for Texarkana but once we got there we had no idea whether we were in Arkansas or Texas. We kept driving and started seeing the state of Texas on all of the bridges and assumed we changed states. Apparently Texas doesn't welcome you, you welcome Texas. A few miles after Texarkana we saw some Texas State Troopers...IN PICK UP TRUCKS and a little further down a big herd of Longhorns! I almost died. 200 and some odd miles later we were in Dallas! We passed a huge lake where people were boating and the sun was shining and it was just gorgeous. Now that I've been to the lake with Rachel I hope I meet a richie here and get to go to the lake with someone. But I guess I have to make friends first...

Finally, we make it to Dallas, pick up my car, check into the hotel and EAT. Later we went and looked at some apartments and the first one I saw was amazing! I usually make a strict rule not to take the first thing I see but this one was a steal. It was originally $409 a month which is already cheaper than anything I've rented in Louisville (ps- note the fleur de lis layout I chose for this blog hehe) and was really spacious. It has a patio which you can get to from the living room and the kitchen. It has tons of counter space, a dishwasher and washer/dryer hookups. The guy who was leasing it was excellent at his job because he was so charismatic if I were anyone else I would've taken it. However, holding a degree in communication and being as business savvy as I am, I wasn't convinced. So I say I love it and he says Ok, Rennay. Let's get you leased! But I know that tone. So I say I need time to look around some more then say, I'm not sure, I have problems with commitment. But never one to lose a sale, homeboy says, What if I give it to you for $389 a month? Holy crap. I win. So now I have an apartment :)

I don't know much about Dallas so far other than that it's very hot, will only get hotter and is terribly confusing to navigate (much like Lou). But I'm optimistic. I think that once I start work things will get a lot better. But don't fret friends, I'm sure there will be PLENTY to report. Stay tuned...

Comments

  1. Yay! I can't wait to read more of these! The Flat Stanley idea is fantastic. I hope TJ and Armani settle well-- keep us all posted. <3

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Lovin the Hills Race Report

Guess what I did this weekend??? I was a very good girl and asked my coach very nicely if I could please please please do the Lovin' the Hills 6 mile trail race and because he's the best he gave me the green light to participate . So, I did my very first trail race on Saturday! I'm not necessarily a stranger to trails but I definitely wouldn't say we're friends. Trail running goes on the same list as all of those really great athletes I "know" and am Facebook friends with and want to be able to be real friends with but I'm too intimidated to try. You know what I mean right? Anyway, I've run trails before and volunteered at many a trail race but I've never actually "raced" myself so this was going to be a fun new experience. The site wasn't far from my house and since I'd waited to sign up for various reasons, I didn't have to get up too too early to get there in time for race day registration. I drove to Jeffer

My Life is Awesome

Do you ever just wake up, take a big breath of fresh air and feel totally grateful to be alive? Ok, so I don't. But I also don't wake up wishing I hadn't anymore and that is certainly something to be grateful for. You see, I went through a very long, very dark phase in my life where every day was not a blessing, I couldn't enjoy a pretty day and I begged the earth to swallow me whole. I had things on the horizon and did a pretty damn good job of faking every normal human emotion so no one knew what was going on. The only one I didn't have fooled was myself and unfortunately at that time, mine was the only voice I heard and the only opinion that mattered. Without going into detail I'll just say that there was a point when I hit rock bottom. And as I sat there and finally felt solid ground under me I realized that I was no longer falling. What was more important was I realized the true benefit of rock bottom, the ability to put your feet on the ground. When I

A Sad Announcement

It is with a very heavy heart that I make an announcement. Because this is where I spend so much time recapping my races and weight loss struggles and successes, it seems that this is where the announcement needs to be made. I told The Colonel earlier this evening when I got home from school close to tears and I need to make it official before I change my mind. I will not be doing an olympic triathlon this year. Sounded much more serious than that, didn't it? Well all joking aside, it is serious to me. In my mind, I'm now a quitter. I'm a wimp. I'm giving up on my goals and soon will start giving up on all of them. This isn't the case of course but for now it's really hard for me to be rational. I am a goal setter and rarely has there ever been a goal I didn't *eventually* reach. So for me to seriously and actually "give up" is heartbreaking. I'm also abandoning my quest to lose 40 more pounds this year. It would be great if it happened, but I