Monday, September 29, 2014

The Shops At Legacy

Elizabeth got word today that she was approved for her apartment.  She wasn't sure that that would happen because there are salary requirements.  Apparently she met them, though.

The moving date moved from Wednesday night, however, to Saturday.  It made more sense.  And it saved her four days of rent.  Hey, that matters!

And so, things are a go and everyone is happy.  Even Rick.  He is concerned about one thing, though, and so am I.

This is Christina Morris.  No, we don't know her and yet we all know her.  On August 30th she was last seen at The Shops At Legacy and is now missing.  Her car was found in the very same parking garage that Liz will park in.

Here's a little bit of the story:

This is the last known photo of Christina Morris, taken before she disappeared early Saturday morning after a night out at the Shops at Legacy. Morris’ silver Toyota Celica coupe was found in a parking garage at 5717 Legacy Drive. Morris is still missing.

There's a lot more to this story, of course, but this is the jist of it and yes, as Liz' parents, we are concerned.  Liz can be impulsive.  Christina Morris was out at 4:00 AM and yes, that was irresponsible.  We pray that Elizabeth won't do that.  We don't want to scare Elizabeth, but we do have to make her aware.

She still seems fine with it all.

And so, the apartment adventure is on and tonight we even shopped online for some couch covers.  The two couches that Liz is inheriting have seen better days ... so a couple of covers can bring them back to life.  I hope.

In other Kahle news ... WE HAVE A NEW DISHWASHER!!

Just as Elizabeth is moving out, we get a dishwasher.  Makes no sense.  The person with the most used dishes will no longer be using dishes.

Go figure.


Sunday, September 28, 2014

we have a winner!

I'm back!  And it's all been a blur this weekend.

Remember my daughter?  My dear, darling daughter?  Well, she's a-moving.  Out.  O.U.T.  And we are run ragged from finding her a place to move to.

I set up a whole bunch of appointments for her on Saturday, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she'd like one of the places I selected.  All of the places SHE selected were a tad out of her price range and thus we had to move on.  So, the appointments were all set for Saturday ranging from 11:00 AM to 1:30 PM.  There were four appointments in that time period, all on opposite sides of town.

Feeling rushed (and it was only Friday) I rescheduled one of the viewings for Friday night.  I had already visited this apartment complex earlier in the day, on my lunch hour and switched the times.  Then Liz met me after work for the first viewing.  It was near my work, it was gated, it was perfect.  But she was only so-so about it, though.  So, one down and a few more to go the following day.

Let it be noted that I had to work at the theater on Friday night after the apartment showing and took Rick with me.  (We get to see the shows for free on the nights I work.)  Dinner afterwards was at a new Italian restaurant near the theater.

So, Saturday comes.  Rick's dinner apparently didn't agree with him from the night before so he didn't join us in our mad dash all over the county.  However, Liz and I (and her best friend Kyndra) were up and at 'em around 10:30.  We headed out to see apartment number two, stopping to see an additional apartment complex first.  So in the time period of one appointment, we took in two.  I loved them both, Liz loved neither.  Unfortunately, the staff at neither complex was giving their A-game and that mattered a lot to Liz.  The second place we stopped at on Saturday morning darn near lost our business upon the first meeting.  The sales rep there would rather have been ANYWHERE else but at work that day.

Before stopping for lunch, we all drove to the other side of town and took in one more viewing.  Mind you, we were WAY off schedule by now.  And it was a test for the sales folks by how they handled our missage of appointments.  Yes, that's a word.  Missage.  I'm sure it'll play in my next game of Scrabble, too.

Our third stop of the day was our most interesting.  But let me advance to our fourth stop.  Liz had liked the apartment at our third stop but decided to be responsible about it and agreed to see the final two apartments before making her decision.  Stop number four was the "dream choice", the one we were all waiting to see and we could not pass it up.  Unfortunately, as noted earlier, staff means everything to Elizabeth.  And the entire staff at the Lincoln on Towne Square was beyond rude.  I kid you not!  One lady wouldn't give us the time of day and the other wouldn't give us the WRONG time of day.  Lady number two was so put out that I hadn't signed her dumb little sheet of paper on a nearby table (like I'd known to??) and left us in her lobby for OVER 30 MINUTES, waiting.  Liz was still giving them a chance at her business, though.  Both she and Kyndra patiently waited and then decided to go out and tour the property themselves.  While they were outside, the following conversation took place right in front of me ...

Guest to Grumpy Lady:  Ma'am, can you tell us what to do?
Grumpy Lady:  Sign in.
Man:  I just have a question.
Grumpy Lady:  I was wondering why you were staring at me when I clearly was talking to someone else.


When Kyndra and Liz returned, they announced that they were ready to leave.  I couldn't have been happier.  And off we headed to lunch and then one more apartment complex.  It, however, was not the perfect apartment, either, but it was in the location she wanted ... near Stonebriar Mall.

And with that final showing, we all headed back to Apartment Viewing #3, the one that stole her heart and signed the papers.

So what was it that made this one THEE ONE?  Well, it wasn't the apartment, nor the building.  It was the surroundings.

The apartment is just a studio, something Liz said she would never want.  And it wasn't in a fancy, schmancy building, something I DID want.  It has inside corridors, something neither of us envisioned.  It has a pool, but it is tiny.  But none of these things mattered when Liz stepped outside of her new apartment building ... ON TO A LAKE.  That still wasn't the selling point, though.  It was the zillions of shops within walking distance to her apartment.  And not just "walking distance" ... literally out her door.  And ... they are all UPSCALE shops and boutiques.  It will take her less than one minute to reach the ColdStone.  Approximately 1 1/2 minutes to reach her favorite Sushi restaurant and no more than two minutes to get to Starbucks.  Of course there's a Chipotle there, too.  The area is phenomenal.

And the apartment is on the 4th floor (mom likes that) with an elevator for her furniture (and her dad) to get there.  None of the other apartments had elevators and so Elizabeth was forced to look only on the first or second floors due to her dad's disability.

We've gone back and forth over exactly how she'll spruce up her new apartment but, of course, she gets all the say.  I'm just here to give suggestions.   And as if I wasn't tired enough on Saturday night, we then went out furniture shopping.  Three different furniture stores got our attention that night, one of them being IKEA.  If I wasn't tired before going into IKEA, I certainly was when I got out.

And today, Sunday, after church, yes ... we headed over to the new apartment complex to show it off to Rick.  Wanna know what he said?  Well, that'll keep till tomorrow.

In the meantime, here's a few photos of the model apartment she's getting and the grounds.

This view shows what her bedroom area and living room will look like.  

Simple pool ... looks rather New Yorkish to me.

And the crowning glory ... the lake.  I believe that is her building in the picture below.  Pretty darn close to the water, eh?

One last shot ... the shopping.

Very trendy shops and lots of pedestrians out and about all the time.

It is important to note Rick's thoughts on all of this, which I'll save for later.  But for you local folks, yes, this is The Shops at Legacy.  You all already know what I'm gonna say next...


Tuesday, September 23, 2014


My adorable husband was given the task of having dinner ready for me tonight.  And, my adorable husband didn't.  No surprise there.  But I called him on it and persisted in asking him to make the dinner.

30 minutes passed and there was very little creating going on in the kitchen.  Finally I inquired as to his progress.  "So what's for dinner?"


No, I didn't want bologna.  But never fear, no dinner ever happened anyway.  Dancing With The Stars had come on and bologna was soon forgotten about.

Moral of the story:  Give it up.  No one's going to cook for you.  Not even bologna.

M & Ms won, instead.



Monday, September 22, 2014

still stuck

Tonight my daughter came home with something else stuck in her head.  Fortunately it wasn't a song.  I'd have died if she'd started singing, "It's a Small World."  But nope, she made the announcement that she had worn out her welcome here at her parent's house and she was ready to move on.  Well, she didn't actually use that phrase and no, she hasn't worn out her welcome.  Still, she is ready to move on.

I understand.  I was 24 when I left home and I was way too old to finally be leaving.  And don't even remind me about the time I returned home at 26.  For a year.  Brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it.

So anyway, she spent all of tonight exploring every website she could find that offered up apartments.  Nice apartments.  Darn nice apartments.  Yeah.  And THAT was what was stuck in her head.  And mine.  I worked just as hard as she did at finding a place.

Elizabeth gave me a list a mile long of places to call on ... because she was busy from 8 - 5 everyday.
Know what else was stuck in her head?  She needs said apartment by, uh, Thursday?  Just kidding.  But she did only give me five weeks to accomplish this task.  And I had to make sure that her cat would be welcome.  And that the apartment was near a Chipotle.  And there was sufficient shopping nearby.  And it had a weight room.  And a pool.  And a bedroom.  With a walk in closet.  Balcony optional.  

Good grief.

This from the girl who couldn't wait to get to California.  Or Florida.  Or Arizona.  She's picked Frisco.  And mama is very happy.  Unless I have to help her move.

Wanna know why my child is ready to move out?  So she can, and I quote, "Eat dinner in front of the TV in her room."  Yep, my child is ready to break all the rules.  She's gonna color outside the lines for a change.

And again, mama is happy.  She can eat all she wants in her room now and I won't even know it.

Sure hope she doesn't come home unexpectedly one night ... before I have a chance to vacuum up my own crumbs.




Sunday, September 21, 2014

speaking of elizabeth ~

... she had a song stuck in her head and she so graciously kept sharing it with us today.  For a full eight hours or so (definitely 'or so') we got to hear, "Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough."  Yep, my child is a hard core rocker.  Go Elizabeth.  Go chicken in the bread pan.

Not even sure those are the right words but that's what we were treated to all day.

Know what else we were treated to?  A discovery.  My dear darling daughter announced (and quite proudly) that she would like to take up an instrument.  For a brief moment I thought we'd have a pianist in the family.  I was wrong.  No one expected what she really announced.

"I want to play the banjo."

After I quit laughing, I asked why.  And I was that surprised with the answer ... "I want to play the banjo in jam sessions ... just like Andy Griffith."  I was suddenly laughing again.  Opie Jr. may be very good on the banjo though, so, uh, I need to get my laughing under control.

Liz' new heartthrob??

Or this dude.  She probably likes this gent for his musical abilities.  It's not a banjo, true, but it would be cool to play a jug, I'm sure.



Wednesday, September 17, 2014

aye, aye, maitie

My child has decided that speaking English isn't enough.  She's downloaded a whole bunch of apps so that she can learn not only one or two or three new languages ... but six.  All at once.

She's doing pretty darn good, too.  She can now ask for a drink in French, Spanish, German and Dutch, not to mention Hawaiian and of course English.

So what's the sixth language?  Pirate.  I kid you not.  She has the app and she's truly learning Pirate.

Pirate ain't so hard, though.  So far she's called me a "Landlubber" and a "Swashbuckler" and I knew what she was saying.  It was the "RRRRRRR" that confused me, though.


Tuesday, September 16, 2014

is it bad ...

... if the pizza guy arrives at your house and says, "Hello again!" ??

Note to self:
      No tootsie rolls
      No pizza

Monday, September 15, 2014

toof twubble

Okay, so that cold never did grab a hold of me ... instead I found another way to have some fun.

Tootsie Rolls!  Whee!   Wait.

Before my show on Saturday night, I ate a tootsie roll.  Or two.  Or a bag.  They sure were good ... until ... one or two or three of them grabbed one of my teeth and YANKED it out.  I kid you not.  Now you see it, now you see it in your hand.  Or in the tootsie roll in your hand because you SPIT it out when you heard it go CRUNCH.

Yep, I did.

So, after going two and a half very long days with a tooth of mine sitting in my car (yeah, don't ask me why I kept it) I made a visit to my dentist.  I was prepared for oral surgery and also for an empty pocketbook.  And I was THAT SURPRISED when my dentist said, "Go get your tooth out of your car."  I did.  And before I knew it, my dentist was GLUING my tootsie roll laden tooth back into my mouth.  I kid you not, again.

I now have a new tooth.  Actually I have an old tooth.  Either way, I now have the smell of tootsie roll following me around, everywhere I go.  Ew.  I guess my dentist didn't scrub it quite as good as he should have.

The moral of the story?  You think I'm going to say, "Don't eat tootsie rolls, right?"  Nope.  Go ahead and eat them.  But be sure to keep your teeth in your car.


Sunday, September 14, 2014

Here she comes ...

Fortunately that evil cold did NOT get a hold of me.  I believe it was all exhaustion.  Tiredness.  But from what?  Rick?  Yeah, that must be it.

Got some much needed rest today, though.  NOT.

After church, after visiting Walgreen's and begging them to fill one of my regular prescriptions (even though my new medical card has not arrived yet), after running to Staples to copy some forms needed for an event at my church tonight, after finishing the sewing of my costume for tonight's event at my church, after attending a planning meeting at a Plano restaurant for our Christmas show at our church, after racing to said church for one last rehearsal, after performing in our little version of "Whose Line Is It Anyway," after accidentally getting away with my daughter's keys, after driving said keys back to my daughter so she could come home ...

          ... Rick and I sat down and watched The Miss America Pageant on TV.  Yes, that's how I rest nowadays.  But it was all good.  The show caused us to do some powerful reflecting tonight.

Rick and I were watching the Miss America pageant in St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands 25 years ago.  Yes, on our honeymoon.  And it's not what you think.  Believe it or not, that's all that was on TV.  Hurricane Hugo was bearing down on us and we knew we were doomed.  The power was in and out but somehow we managed to keep our TV on through most of the evening.  The local news stations were reporting all the severity of the situation ... and to escape the grim stories, we tried to focus on The Miss America Pageant.  It was a welcome relief to what was pounding on the walls and ceiling of our hotel room.  To some, the Miss America Pageant is fluff.  To us ... well, it has always been a reminder of a ridiculously stressful time in our lives.  And it was a very welcome thing.  And we still appreciate it to this day.

And now, I'm off to get some rest.



Friday, September 12, 2014

So help me ...

If I've just contracted COLD #8, I'm gonna be pretty darn ticked!!!  And sick.  I'll be ticked and sicked.

I've got to head to bed now so I can say my prayers.  I'm just positive that God wouldn't want me to have YET ANOTHER COLD!

Right, God?    RIGHT????