Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

12 June 2012

No More Mr. Awesome

I'm pretty sure this is what was going on in his apartment.

It was with deep sadness that I may or may not have spent the entire day yesterday spying on the movers who were moving Mr. Awesome out of the downstairs apartment.

Note the awesomeness of how his moving trucks completely blocked in my car and made it impossible for me to leave at ALL yesterday.  In front and in back of my car were boxes, crates, his Awesome truck, and other members of Team Awesome. 

Proof of his Awesomeness lies in the fact that he needed not one, but TWO moving trucks to remove his belongings from a teensy, tiny, four room apartment.  (Not four bedrooms... four rooms.  Total.  Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, living room.)  

I'm assuming one truck was for his belongings, the other for his Awesomeness.  

Since I was completely blocked in on all sides, I literally had no other choice than to spend my day spying on him.  No other choice.  

My observations were as follow:

1.  Even though it was the hottest, most humid fucking day in the entire history of days, Awesome outside looked cooler and less sweaty than I did from the confines of my air conditioned apartment.

2.  Team Awesome and the Movers worked their ASSES off.

3.  THE Awesome didn't lift a finger.  You have no idea how much I admire that.

4.  It took them 8 hours to wrap, box and load his shit into one truck.

5.  I didn't see them put anything into the other truck, which is why I'm assuming it was there to transport his Awesomeness.

Watching this totally made me change my Life Goals.

Previously, they were:

1.  Get a job, any job.

2.  Become independently wealthy so as not to have to work.

3.  Write the best book ever written, ever, in the history if books.

4.  Actually get it published.

Now?  My new Life's Goal is:

1.  Become so fucking awesome that my awesomeness needs it's own moving truck.

Thank you, Mr. Awesome, for Showing Me The Way.

Meanwhile, I'm going to miss him so.

Now that the downstairs apartment is momentarily empty, stomping across the floor has lost all of it's appeal.  I was a little sad last night when I was stomping into the kitchen and Dan said, "Jesus, Dani... you walk like a herd of elephants!" (because he's stealthy like a cat, don'tcha know) and I said, "So?" and for once, in like, the history of Dan, he had no response.  

When Maisy was committing her nightly hate crime against the Amish (every single night for a year they've driven their buggies past my house at 7:00 and every single night for a year Maisy has gone ape-shit crazy at the window at 7:00) I had no reason to tell her to be quiet.  (The only reason I made her be quiet before was because it was a little embarrassing.  I mean, for the first week or so, I get that horses and buggies were startling to a pug who'd never been any closer to a farm than driving past 40 million of them when we crossed the neverendingmotherfucking midwest, but after a year, she really should have been expecting it.  Ya know?  And since not once did that buggy ever enter our home, she honestly had no reason to behave so irrationally.  And since I'm a Liberal and racism is sort of an ISSUE for me, having a dog that commits hate crimes was humiliating.  I felt like it implied that I'm a bad dog parent, especially after I found out that he's had a German Shepard in his apartment the entire time and I didn't know it until, like, last month, because HIS dog was awesome.)

And be Awesome alike.

Which basically means that while my dogs were upstairs being assholes, his dog was downstairs rolling it's eyes and texting all it's friends about the fat pug and the gay pomeranian upstairs.

How Awesome's dog spends his days.

How my dog spends her days.

Yesterday, when Dan came home from work, sweaty and disgusting and looking like he'd just rolled out of a swamp, he had this conversation with Awesome on the stairs:

Dan:  *dripping sweat from the four foot walk from the car to the stairwell*  "Man, you picked a miserable day to move!"

Awesome:  *so cool he had a light frost on his eyebrows*  "What do you mean?"

Dan:  *this close to passing out from heat stroke*  "It's hotter than balls today!"

Awesome:  *raising his frosty eyebrows and looking surprised*  "Is it?"

Things I Learned From Awesome:

And most importantly...

Dear Awesome,

As much fun as I had at your expense, I never forgot you were a Marine and that I owe my freedom to you and your Team.  Thanks for a year of entertainment and most of all, thank you for your service.  

Go with God and I pray for your continued safety and happiness.


The Noisy Bitch Upstairs


  1. First of all I laughed because I already wrote tomorrow's post, and I use a demotivational Awesome poster with Star Wars characters in it.

    Secondly, I've always been jealous of people with movers and moving trucks. My moves have always been many trips with my dad's '92 Dodge Turbo Diesel and me bribing dudes with beers to help with the heavy stuff.

    1. I know, right? We moved from CA to NY a year ago with a freaking UHaul.

      That was fabulous.

  2. Amish people drive by your apartment every night at 7:00? I am at a loss for words...

    Any chance Mr. Awesome could send his empty moving truck to my downstairs neighbors and get them the hell out of my building??

    1. Vesta!!! I'm so happy you're back on!! I hope you're healing like a champ!

      Yes, Amish people ride past my house. I used to run to the window with Maisy but now I manage to sit there like it's something that happens every day, which it does.

      But I'm such a geek I still think it's cool.

      And I'm pretty sure Awesome needed all that space in the empty truck to contain his Awesomeness.

  3. Don't forget that this dude deprived you of Good 'N Plentys for 2 weeks because he picked it up off the doorstep and forgot to give it to you.

    Move is a 4-letter word in our household. Barring an eviction, I'm not moving again until it's time to purchase a house.

    1. You're right... I will never forgive him for that.


      I hear you about moving... I'm way the hell over it. I counted it all up and since I got married the first time in 1985, I've moved 23 times.

      23 freaking times.

      Enough already.

  4. I am sad that you are not going to have anymore awesome stories, maybe....just maybe a super awesome will move in instead!!!

    1. I heard a rumor that it's a guy in the Coast Guard, so I'm pretty sure the Awesomeness won't even come close.

  5. Your dog has realised that her hate crime barking works, since no Amish have made it into your home. She's doing her job right.

    Props to Awesome for not helping the movers, especially if he's a Marine.

  6. Awe, well I hope your new neighbor will be extra awesome! You know that photo at the top, that's totally my husband :S Well, except for the storm trooper outfit. He's a computer tech and so he thinks that 6 computer screens are the minimum necessary to do whatever it is he needs to do lol. I just laugh because it looks funny.

  7. I guess. Can only hope that Stupendous moves into Awesome's vacant abode!


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