Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

15 June 2012

Remember the time I was awkward?

Sorry about yesterday's post...

Since yesterday's post just screamed "AWKWARDDDD!"  I feel like I owe you all something else.  

Something better.

Something... not awkward.

*long pause*

(Yes, I giggled when I wrote that.  "Oh, I want to, Long Pause... I want to, but I can't!"  Joey on Friends, in case you have a life and aren't addicted to reruns on TBS.)

Yeah, I've got nothing.

I'm not proud of the fact that I found this hilarious.

Okay, so this may or may not have happened yesterday (speaking of awkward moments):

I returned from running errands to find a nice looking, young, clean cut guy exiting Awesome's former apartment.

He was obviously in the military, so I assumed (since I'd been told our new neighbor was in the Coast Guard) that he was, in fact, our new neighbor.  The government vehicle parked in the driveway offered proof that this theory was most likely accurate.

Him:  "Hey, how ya doin'?"

Me:  *giant smile*  "I'm doing good!  Are you moving in?"

Him:  *looking at me a little strangely*  "Umm... no... I just moved out."

Me:  *giant lightbulb shining dimly over my head as I realized it was, in fact, Mr. Awesome incognito driving a government vehicle, apparently doing a last walk-through of his former pad*

Me:  *smiling stupidly*  "OHHHhhhhh... I didn't recognize you without your truck!"

I really hate me sometimes.

The rest of the conversation is a blur... I think I said something like, "Okay, love you, byyyyyeee..." and hot-footed it up the stairs as fast as a fat girl can.

He was there again this morning, only in his actual truck, as Dan was leaving for work.

(Which, in my opinion, gave Dan an unfair advantage.)

I could hear them outside chatting intelligently and calling each other "Bro" and "Dude."

As I hid in the apartment, swearing to not step foot outside in public again until I knew for certain that Awesome was gone forever, I suddenly felt like Lucille Ball in the episode where she meets William Holden after making an ass out of herself in front of him at The Brown Derby and winds up catching her nose on fire.

Hello, Awesome dahhhling....

The long term ramifications of this is that I am never going to be sure if the young man living below me is Awesome or one of his clones, unless, of course, the new tenant is black, or Asian, or female, or obviously not Awesome.

I could ask my landlord for a description of the new tenant, but he already thinks I'm a little off since I consistently call him Bob, which isn't his name.

I don't actually remember his name, but I swear to God that whatever it is?  It should have been Bob.

Every time I say something to Dan like "Bob was here mowing the lawn all day" (refer to yesterday's blog) he says, "Who?"  even though he knows damn well who Bob is.  Bob may not know, but DAN does.  And it drives me nuts when he acts like he doesn't know what I'm talking about when he actually does.

Then we have this conversation.  Every. Single. Time:

Dan:  *looking superior*  "WHO was here today mowing the lawn?"

Me:  *already pissed because I know that isn't our landlord's name but I can never remember what it is and Dan knows this*  "Our landlord."

Dan:  *putting on his smarty pants*  "What's his name?"

Me:  "Shut up."

Which is why I can't call and say, "Hey, Bob?  Would you mind giving me a mug shot of our new downstairs neighbor so that I can quit asking Awesome if he's moving in?"

Basically, he's been in and out all morning, doing whatever Awesomeness he needs to get done before he can leave for his next assignment, spreading Awesome and Sunshine amongst the weak and the weary.  

Maisy has been standing in front of the window watching his comings and goings, offering the occasional batshit crazy barking episode just to add excitement to his otherwise dreary day.  

As I've been listening to him accomplish massive amounts of Awesomeness, this is what HE'S been listening to:


Me:  "Maisy!  Get down!"

*thud*  (That's the sound of Maisy getting down.  She's uber delicate like that.)


Me:  "Maisy!!  GET. DOWN."




(She minds so well it's almost unfair to all of the people whose dogs aren't quite as perfect.)



He's going to miss us so...

No really... he is.  Right?


  1. Oh man, in my marriage it's my husband that can't remember the names. He always calls our maintenance guy by the wrong name, to his face. No wonder it takes forever to get anything fixed.

  2. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! You've spent so much time spying on him and you don't even know what he looks like? Oh, that is so good. Even with a mug shot, you probably won't know what the new guy looks like. I really hope it's a girl. For your sake. Hell, you might still not know.

  3. Well at least you didn't get into a conversation about "the old tenant" only to realize you're talking to him lol!

  4. There will TOTALLY be that moment when he's at his new place thinking "Damn... I wish something would happen that was just epically awkward."

    And that's the moment when he'll realize what a mistake he made.

    Keep your chin up. ;o)



  5. TWH had several people working for him that had similar names at one point. I just started calling them by whatever name popped into my head at the time. He just gave up correcting me after awhile.


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