Looks like I've got myself a 'coon dog

This is not the raccoon, but rather a somewhat ironic representation of the actual creepy raccoon that I found treed outside my back door. (Ironic because I just so happened to buy a stuffed raccoon the same night that my dog discovered her destiny as a coon dog.) Well, I guess you kind of had to be here to appreciate it, but raccoons really creep me out so I had to share. And I couldn't get a picture of the real raccoon - he snuck away when I came in to grab my camera - so Tilly pictures will have to suffice.

Facebook

So Ward, allegedly, posted this note on his facebook page where he wrote something about each of his friends - facebook friends that is. Now I am forced to only assume that this happened because I did not see it with my own two eyes and just as quickly as it was posted, it was gone. You would think that after going to all of that work, you would want something like that posted for more than 12 hours, but what do I know. This is all beside the point though.

My point here is that this made me think about all of my so called friends on the facebook (yeah, I still call it the facebook. This is a little bit because when I joined that was the url, and partly because I'm from Muncie and have a little redneck and sometimes add random "the"'s in front of things. Ex. "The Walmart". I don't think that I could write something about each of my friends. Of course I could about my real friends, but I am currently friends with 404 people and I am curious how many of those people I don't really know. I am going to attempt this exercise here on the blog and then unfriend anyone who I don't really know. Deal? Deal.

OK, so after scrolling through the first page of my friends, I have noticed that a lot of people - maybe most - fall in the middle. These aren't people I talk to all the time - or ever - and I may not even look at their pictures, but I know them and know how I know them and know something about them. I hate to unfriend people from high school just because that's kind of what facebook is all about. Then there are people I was friends with in college. Same concept as high school really. People I may have had a class with - these people are a little iffy, but I hate to get rid of them. What if they notice. I know - get over yourself, Karli. People I've worked with or work with - pretty much the same as class. Then there's family. I have to keep my family. Oh and the people that I'm actually friends with and still talk to on a regular basis - no brainer.

OK, so to sum up, I'm not deleting anyone. At least not tonight.

Addicted to Mountain Dew

So first of all, I'd like to state for the record that I will never respond to someone yelling "shoatie" out their car window in the Wal-mart parking lot. What is that about?

I'm watching 20/20 about folks from the hills of Kentucky which is where Mark's family is from. Now, if you're watching this you should know most of his family isn't as poor as what you're seeing, but they all live in those same hills. I have learned a few things about the Appalachian people.

They're not educated, drink a lot and do a lot of drugs, but none of that is really news. But apparently they are also addicted to Mountain Dew. I forget the statistic, but Mountain Dew consumption in Eastern Kentucky is like 50% higher than anywhere else. They put it in baby bottles, give it to their kids. It's all they drink. So not surprisingly, all their teeth fall out.

They had to add subtitles so that regular English speakers could understand these hillbillies with their extreme dialect. The fellow talking mentioned a "hollow". I'm not sure how fancy 20/20 thinks they are, but that word is "hollar". Hollow is an adjective. Hollar is a noun describing the valley between hills or mountains in Kentucky. I just wanted to make sure you all knew that because I was so surprised that Diane Sawyer didn't.

Editor's Note: Evidently, spellcheck also needs this lesson. It is not recognizing hollar.

I wanna dance with somebody....

I wanna feel the heat with somebody...

Oh, Whitney. There's nothing like pre-cracked out Whitney. She knows what she's talking about. I just need a little sumthin sumthin in my life right now.

Things are good with Tilly. I love her. She's a sweet girl and I am so happy that I have her. So my home life is pretty good. My work life is a completely different story. I need to work on that. I feel completely out of control which I hate. So I'm just hanging in there for the time being. And my personal life.....well, you can imagine.

I'm mad at that damn groundhog, by the way. That thing ALWAYS sees its shadow. I need Spring. I need Spring and I need it now. So does Tilly. But mostly I do. I am almost almost 27. I have got to get moving and get my life back together. Wish me luck.

Tilly

So this is Tilly. She is 4 months old, and I pick her up on Sunday. I went down to see her yesterday, and she is so sweet. I can't wait to get her home and for everyone to meet her. A few words to all the skeptics out there - my allergies will be fine, and I need something to get me up and moving. I come home every night and fall asleep. I think Tilly will get me off the couch. So get excited because I am!

TGIWTF?!?

Four hours ago, I was all, "Yay, it's Friday". I'm off this weekend. I got a extra large paycheck today. I was making plans to redecorate my apartment. Everything was good. Then I get an e-mail from my regional manager saying she needs us to come over for a brief meeting. Still I'm not thinking much of it. Well, a little background info is necessary here before I go on. I manage an apartment complex and for the last 3 years I have worked for one company. This company recently sold the complex where I work so the last two weeks have consisted of transitioning to the new management company. There were three properties sold and collectively we have all felt very fortunate for how smooth the transition has been and how well everything is going. Cut to this: I go to the meeting and find out that the new owners apparently fired the company that I just started working for and I will now be working for yet a different management company. So all of the transitioning, new hire paperwork, interviewing for my own job, learning new computer systems and policies that I just finished will start over on Monday. This, along with some other technicalities that aren't worth mentioning here (at least not yet) have gotten me a little bent out of shape.

I am an optimist, as I have mentioned many times before, and I will remain optimistic. The new company is a good company and everything will probably be just fine. It is just frustrating. Once I start go get in the groove and relax, BAM. It's like not so fast, Karli. Anyway, I will be just fine. I just hate that everything has to be so complicated.

So I have now found myself feeling much less stable than I did this morning, which is something I was so happy to have. So I got this bonus on my check today so I was planning this mini extreme makeover of my apartment. But now that I'm not sure what's going on I am more hesitant to procede. It just makes me want to scream! Well, I just decided that the extreme makeover is still on. As long as I'm here, I need to be happy. So wish me luck. I have high hopes for this evening.

I'm going to go see the dog tomorrow so vote on a name!! I have a couple favorites...

How much is that doggy in the window?

So I am not going to spend this entry rationalizing why I should or should not get a dog. Mostly because I'm afraid should not would win out. The allergies and responsibility and messes....I'm not sure that sounds like me, but I do want a dog. And I have for a while. Every month or so I'll jump on petfinder.com and see if there are any dogs screaming at me to be mine. Well yesterday when I did this, I found one. She's a beagle/golden mix which should make for such a good dog. Oh, and she's gorgeous. I could post the picture from petfinder, but that would be a little creepy so I'm not doing that. I'll wait. I basically just wanted to get it out here so nobody would be shocked when I came home with a dog one day. I will keep you posted.