Mobile Maven

So since I have all my bills paid off, and I am living with my parents....and I am almost 26; I decided that since I am living with mom and dad I may as well start to put money aside for a down payment on a house, or in my case maybe a house on wheels.

I have been thinking about it, and I could either buy a little crappy house, or like the nicest trailer in the park. For about $80,000 I can have a "cozy bungalow" in a questionable neighborhood. And for $40,000 I can have one of the nicest "homes" in Kingsfield Estates (sounds good I know, but if you live here you know its a trailer park). My sister laughed at me and said I would be "trailor trash", but I say nay nay.

If I do end up buying a mobile home, it will be a very nice one, with a jaccuzi tub, newer appliances and hardwood flooring (the one I am looking at has it). Not a little old one with rust on it that you could buy for around $7,000. No folks if I end up purchasing a trailer, I will not be trailer trash, I will be a mobile maven!

Happy New Year?

Wow I just realized that its been waaay to long since I have written a blog. But fear not you one or two people that ever read this, I will catch you up on all of the not exciting goings on in the life of Inga. I am having a tonsillectomy and a deviated septum repair here in a couple of weeks. So we can look forward to blogs I can write in a hydracodone induced haze.

So in December I finally got my apartment in the "big city" re-rented. After I posted several ads in craigslist and on other online classifieds, I am reasonably certain that they went ahead and filled the 4 other open one bedrooms before they filled mine ( those bastards). But on a happy note, I am now paying A LOT of money towards bills that I owe, so that's all good.

New Years eve just gets less and less fun every year. I mean I am only 25 so its not like I am ancient but sometimes I feel ancient. Like on New Years eve this year, we gathered at a friends house and watched Dick Clark's rockin new years eve and wondered who Ryan Seacrest and Kellie Pickler had to blow to get on the show. Poor Dick Clark, he must be so embarrassed to see what used to be an eeehhh alright new years eve program turn to crap with Seacrest. I mean honestly, doesn't that tool have enough jobs? Why not have Gary Busey run it? At least then we could laugh at him because he is bat-shit crazy. And maybe they could arrange for some performers that cater to the over 17 crowd?

Anywho, bitching about sub-par New Years Eve entertainment aside, after watching the ball drop at 11PM my time, we decided that we should probably make an appearance at a bar. So we went to the only bar we could handle on a big night like that, a martini bar. After sitting around for about a half hour and drinking our complementary midnight champagne, we decided that we were all way to tired to stay out any later and headed out for the night. Not without making a quick stop at the gay bar to say hi to some people, and further affirm that unfortunately I am just too old for this shit. At least on a work day....

A Case of the Monday's

So I have spent pretty much all of my weekend at home whining because I don't feel good. Horay me. I have had a wicked sore throat and a headache going on since Friday, so this morning when I woke up and wanted to die my throat and head hurt so bad I decided it was time to go in. So I called in sick to work after making no less than 7 phone calls trying to find a real live person to answer the phone. Then I went to the doctor and was told that I most likely have the mono, so that sucks. At least they gave me some good medicine for the pain.

So I am sitting here a little bored, and a lot drugged up and I decided hey why not write a blog. Friday night I went to happy hour, and after a few martini's I decided that it would be a good idea to dye my hair. So now, for the first time in 3 years, Inga is not a red head. My friend dyed my hair "bronze shimmer" which is medium golden brown. But fear not you fans of red hair, I have 3 boxes of red hair dye packed away in storage that I have no intention of wasting.

I think its time for me to take a nap. Til next time!

For Dan

We have all heard the tired old lines "Don't take one day forgranted", "Live each day like its your last" and so on so fourth. Each day you hear those things and it pretty much goes in one ear and out the other. Until something happens that makes you stop and think.

I first found out that Dan, a friend of a friend if you will, was diagnosed with cancer almost a year ago. We had met at a couple of our mutual friends parties, and our personalities were scarily similar. So naturally we got along great. The last time we were together at a party I had a chance that I should have taken with him, that I will most likely regret forever. And if there is anything to learn from this, it would be to never assume you will have a second chance.

The morning after that party was the last time I saw him, we talked for a few minutes on the porch of our friends house. "See you around", thats the last thing he said to me that day. And little did either of us know that would be the last time we saw each other. There have been a few e-mail sent between the two of us since then. Brief "hey hows it going" e-mails, and even a few where he talked to me about his radiation therapy and how it was getting tough. In the last e-mail he sent me he said Happy Birthday and keep in touch.

I sent him an e-mail sometime over the summer asking him how he was doing, and to say hi. I never heard back from him. On Saturday November 15th Dan died from Cancer. He was only 31 years old. I never will hear back from him, but the brief interaction that I had with this nice funny guy is something that I won't forget. And I will do my best to never take a single day forgranted.


"I'm a very fun loving person. I believe in sucking every ounce of marrow out of life. I play basketball, softball, golf, and water ski. I have my own business and work hard so that I can play hard. Some of my friends think I'm crazy because I'm up for just about anything at the drop of a hat."

-From the about me section on Dan's myspace

You will be missed

Life as a Nuva Ring commercial

I just realized today that my life has been feeling a lot like one of those Nuva Ring commercials. Just in case you havent seen one, it has a group of sychronized swimmers swiming in a circle singing "Monday, Tuesday, Wednsday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, every day.......repeat" And as I was just standing here at work putting the confidental trash in the shredder I had that epiphany, that commercial sums up my life lately.

Now that I have a coveted 8 to 5 no evenings or weekends job I should be stoked right? At least thats what the keep telling me. For the last 5 years I havent had a job where I had to be at work every week day all the time. I have been spoiled with at least 2 week days off in month for sleeping in and lounging around. And at my last job I didnt even work a full 40 hours a week, so I was getting really spoiled with all the days off there. Not to mention that I worked second shift so I slept in all the time. And now even if I do get 8 plus hours of sleep, getting up at 6:30 in the morning just seems unnatural to me.

So for me, I get up everyday at 6:30 and work until 5, then repeat.

Tangelo update

I caved to my mothers pressure to be in the wedding (horay). And found out that the color my sister actually liked was burnt orange, not tangelo (thank god). However my numerous request's for a dress with sleeves or hell wide enough straps for me to wear my lunch lady bra went un noticed and she picked out a strapless dress with a big ass puffy skirt. It is a pretty dress, even though I look like a mack truck in matte satin when I tried it on. So I am having wide straps installed and a little bolero jacket made to wear over it. You can view it here if you so wish: http://www.alfredangelo.com/Collections/ProductDisplay.aspx?productID=17322a4a-ce4d-4ef7-8cb7-93bc1cffc355&categoryID=772f03c9-de43-4942-bfa0-da77e21ebd65&pg=0

Shopping with a 2 year old and other effective methods of birth control

So yesterday I piled into a mini van with my mother, our friend and her adorable 2 year old, normally well behaved daughter. We decided to head up to Rochester since I needed to return the keys to my old apartment and check my mail one last time.

Well I will skip all the boring crap and get right to the good part of the story. After a nice quiet drive up watching my first two hours of Elmo's world, we decided to start our shopping trip at Lane Bryant. Naturally we forgot to grab a stroller, but since the little cutie pie is always so well behaved we didnt think it would be a problem. And boy were we wrong. As soon as we entered the store she became a little hellion of massive proportions. First my mother had the pleasure of keeping tabs on her and I wasnt around so when I got tagged in I thought all would be well.

Well I tried to get her to sit down on a bench by the dressing room to wait for mommy to come out, and that wasnt happening. After I got up and chased her around the store a couple times, she decided it was time to crawl under her mom's dressing room door. So pretty soon her mom was done and it was time for me and my mother to go into try some stuff on. Now we left her in the presumably capable hands of her own mother and in the five minutes I was in the dressing room she managed to take off her coat and her shoes and socks. Then she crawled under the door while I was changing.

So after I came out her mom had had enough and it was my "turn" again. So after more chasing, and crying, and kicking and screaming I had pretty much decided that I dont need to have children of my own. Then she tried to crawl under the dressing room door that her mother had been in before and I ran up in the knick of time to grab her and tell her that "mommy is not in there anymore".

So eventually came time for us to pay for our perchase's and leave. My mother and I were at the register ready to pay when her mom decided that it would be ok to just let her "sit" unattended by the dressing rooms. I was so annoyed at that point I tried not to care and went on with paying for my shirt. It was shortly there after when we heard a very lound bang and I knew immediatly what had caused it. Her mother just laughed and said it must be her little baby, while my mother ran over to see what the little angel had done now. She had tipped over a maniquen, I am sure the employees were just thrilled.

Then after fun at Lane Bryant we went for lunch at the mall where thankfully the child was restrained in a high chair. Then came trying to drag her down to Bath and body works, which was also a treat. Of course at this point I just carried her around kicking and screaming because I did not wish to chase her all around. And afterwards on the way back to the car she ran into the coach store, grabbed a little purse on display, put it on her shoulder and proceeded to try and run out of the store.

Then on the drive home I got to hear about how she was a good girl that day......when she was restrained.