That is my super hero name!

I was thinking lately that I am a great deflector from myself. This why I think that. I tend to deflect things about myself to others. I try to talk about you not me. I think that maybe you are more interesting than me. Or I just have real problem talking about myself.

I have met some of the most boring people in the world and still can have them talk about themselves. I ask questions and just let them take off. It’s really easy if you have kids or pets. Here why it’s easy:

So how many kids to do you have? How old are they? Really, what do they like to do?

How many pets do you have? Awe I bet she/he is spoiled. Does she/he like to play? How old are they?

See how easy to keep the conversation going. People who have none of those are also very easy. Here are some examples:

What do you like to do? What are your hobbies? Are you married? What does your husband/wife/girl/boyfriend do? What do you do for a living? You are single? That’s cool. What are some of your hobbies?

Easy, easy and easy! I have gotten pretty good at deflecting from myself. But there is a down side. Let’s say we are talking about something interesting and I want to interject. More often than not the person will just continue to talk about themselves. At those moments I just think “oh well, whatever.” It’s really my fault that I got them talking.

However I have met only a few people who are great deflectors as well. When two deflectors get together, not a lot of talking happens. It’s like a match to see who will win. When this happens it feels more like an interview then just a general conversation. Just to see who can get out of the other person more. Funny when that happens. But that it’s rare.

This happens every time, I talk with someone. It can be family, friends or strangers. I guess that I am a really good listener. That is a good trait to have.

Of course if you want to know more about me. You can just ask. I will be honest. But let’s talk about you….

Hey that is my name! Oh wait I am talking about myself.

Hi blog! So I was thinking maybe you need to know a little more about me. This is part one because I could go deeper into myself. But for now here are somethings you don’t know about me, Danielle.

I was named after my grandpa on my dad’s side and my grandma on my mom’s side. My grandpa’s name was Daniel. And my grandma name was Dolores which is my middle name. A lot people have trouble spelling both. Especially Dolores which is colors with ‘d’ and an ‘e’. And if you are European it’s colores with a ‘d’. Not hard. My first name a lot people have so much trouble spelling it. Here is what I have seen over my life: Danile Daniele Danille Danylle Danyle Danill. Also a lot of people when they first meet me call me Daniel. Not a boy add the ‘le’ at the end please. Especially at doctor’s offices. Another thing is I do not like to be called Dani or Danny. It’s Danielle.

My favorite color is blue. Like you didn’t know. Have you seen most of my titles? They tend to end up in blue accents or something. I also get my titles fonts from flamingtext.com. Check it out what you can do with those. They are fun.

I have an older sister her name is Christine but we call her Chrissy. In fact only family can call her that. She hates when other people call her that. I have an older brother Corey. We use to be close but not anymore. Well you know about that. We do not share the same dad. Technically they are my half siblings. My mom was married one time before my dad. My younger brother Adam and I are true siblings. Meaning we both share the same parents.

I have a security blanket. Yup I have still have it and sleep with it. I guess I am still somewhat a child inside. I don’t even care who knows this. My mom made the blanket for me when she found out she was pregnant with me. In fact she finished a day before she had me. So technically my blanket is a day older than me. But it’s still 32 years old. Been fixed many times but I just can’t get rid of it. Or even think of not having it there every night. I am very emotionally attached to it. When I was child I called it a dakee not sure how to spell it but that is what I still call it today. Also when I die it’s going to be cremated with me. Will have it for the rest of my life. My husband thinks it’s cute.

I love learning about American history. Especially about American Wars and presidents. What made these people want to be the United States of America? How did we get to this point now? So fascinating. I love watching documentaries on history, watch shows about it and read books.

I love music.

I love a lot of music and probably listen to music about eight hours a day during the week. The oldest artist I love is Gene Autry. I have seen all of his movies. I love the simplicity his of songs. Not as old as Gene Autry. I love Frank Sinatra. Put on any Frank, I will love it. His voice was so amazing. I love everything from pop to hard rock. I love EDM Electronic Dance Music but I hate Techno. What’s the difference? Techno or technology is when they take songs that are out there and remix them. EDM takes original songs and mix them. My favorite EDM band is Knife Party. I love so much music, my music library is huge!

I watch so many shows, I don’t even know how I keep them all straight. Ha! I am totally a TV junkie. I watch more shows then movies.

I have had a lot of physical pain in my life. I have bad teeth even though I take care of them. It’s genetics my mom has bad teeth. I have had retainers, braces and a night brace. Also had four teeth taken out before braces because the dentist said they didn’t fit in my mouth. I had four wisdom teeth taken out as well. I have had cavities, root canals to just pulling three teeth out.

I have arthritis in my fingers and my first finger on my right hand has it the worst. I have broken and dislocated that finger many times. At times it interferes with typing and doing crafts. But I do them anyways. I love making things and pain isn’t going to stop me.

When I was younger I had Scoliosis. That is when your spine looks like snake. It’s all curvy. When I was in the fifth grade I had two titanium bars attached to my spin. The only time I think about them if I have to travel on an airplane because I need a note from my doctor. And when I lie on the ground, I can feel them.

Also when I was younger I had terrible problems with my knees and feet. Before I was teen I had to wear special shoes to straighten out my feet because I walked like a penguin. I still sort of still walk like a penguin. My knees would just fall out of their joints. And it would be as simple as walking or going up the stairs and they would come out of the joint. So painful to put back in. But when I got older that all went away.

A little over a year I had carpel tunnel surgery done to my right arm. I have a nice scar on my hand. As you can see, you can hardly tell it’s there.  I am glad I got it done because my arm was painful and would fall asleep. It was so painful I couldn’t do anything that I liked to do.

I have plantar fasciitis in both of feet but it’s worse in my left foot. That is when your heel feels like someone is stabbing it with a sharp knife. Can be really painful.

I have asthma. It sucks! It’s really bad in the winter and I live in Wisconsin. Because of asthma I almost died twice. Once when I was working in a warehouse. I couldn’t breathe at all and almost passed out. Once when I was a young girl. I think I was playing outside. I couldn’t breathe and my lips turned blue. My brother Adam saved my life and told mom. I went to the emergency room both times.

One more painful thing is I broke my little toe on my right foot twice. Once when I was getting luggage out of the car. Yes that happened. Don’t ask how. Ha! And once when I was playing with Koko. He stepped on my foot really hard and broke it. Who knew playing with your dog could be dangerous.

I live with pain everyday but I learned how to manage it. I do not let pain stop me from doing anything, I like to do. Might take me longer to do things but I will live my life the way I want too even with pain.

Well that is all for now. I will have more for you later.

Yahoooo! June 6^th 2015 I hit a hundred and fifty days without soda! So proud of myself! I have gotten to the point where I don’t really think about it. The only time I do if Jeff brings up yummy drinks to make with soda in it. That is the only real time I think about soda. I don’t even dream about soda anymore.

For my hundred and fifty days without soda reward I decided to get a cross stitch project. Okay this is strange. Was searching the internet for a project and I really wanted to do a history cross switch. Maybe a landmark or maybe people. Wasn’t sure. For whatever reason there isn’t anything really out there for historical things. I am surprised.

Anyways I have done some Posy collection pieces for my dad because he is really into history like me. He got me into history. I was looking on their website and found one I totally love. But get this instead of ordering it online you actually have to call. What? That is so old school!

I haven’t got it yet but I will take a pic when I get it. It’s really cool it’s four versions of the American Flag. Starts out with the British flag and the last one is the flag we have now. It’s so neat! I can’t wait to stitch it.

I am so proud of myself for making it this far. Next fifty days please!

Um…hi

Last Sunday May 24 2015 we met my father in law’s girlfriend. But first let’s do a back story.

My mother in law died three years ago. She was an amazing person. I loved her as much I love my own mother. We had an awesome relationship! I miss her very much. I guess I should say we all miss very much!

After her passing my father in law Ken told us that they talked about what would they if one should die before the other. The answer is to not live this life alone. We can’t argue that. It’s just I think that Ken should had a talk with Jeff about it. It’s not that Jeff objects to it, it’s just strange because Ken only waited a year after.

So about a year after her passing Ken had a brief relationship and we met her. Her name was Karen. This only a year! It was so very strange. I even felt awkward meeting her. I can understand Jeff being weirded out.

After Karen there was, get this. It’s strange. Caron another Karen just different spelling. They went for a while and we met her. She is strange. She really shy and that is not the reason why she is strange. You know with some people you get a strange vibe. Yeah I get that from her. Anyways she lets her daughter run her life. It’s so wrong. Her daughter and she live in a duplex side by side. Her daughter has a daughter and makes her mom watch or should I say raise her. It’s ridiculous! And she doesn’t stand up to her. Jeff and I just knew that Ken and she wouldn’t last because of that. Ken is in is mid-sixties. He raised kids all ready. Guess what? That is what it came down too. Ken had enough of waiting for her and her grandchild.

However they are friends. Even though when they are together and we see them. It seems like they are dating just how they act towards each other. It’s very strange but whatever. Oh and if she calls for anything, Ken is out the door really fast. I say the queen called and her royal subject better get over there. We laugh about that.

Then he went on some dates here and there. We started to lose track of all the dates. Till recently. This past weekend we had Monday off because Memorial Day. Ken was gone from Friday till Monday night. He is never gone that long. It’s not like we care. Actually opposite we could care less. It’s his life. Anyways we met his girlfriend Elena on Sunday. And I have to say she is a very nice lady. Older than the others but I think that is good thing. Ken and Elena are both in their sixties. I think that it’s great because they are closer in age. Can talk about more things.

I understand from Jeff’s perspective seeing his dad with another woman is strange. I think I would feel the same way if it was my dad with another woman. But I also look at how happy Ken is when they are together. And I think that if it was my dad. I would want the same. I would want him to happy too. So I think that it’s great that Ken and Elena are together. We will see what the future holds. But I have good feeling about her. And like I said she is a really nice and funny lady. Easy to get along with.

Why so annoying always?

For once in my life I would like to have neighbors that aren’t so annoying or mean. Just once, is that too much to ask for? I think not.

Have you ever live in an apartment complex? I have in a couple actually. Those walls in an apartment are thin you can hear everything! A neighbors having a fight? Yes and it felt like I was in the same room. This one apartment we lived in we swear that the guy was beating his girlfriend up or threw down the stairs more than once. The police would come over some of those times. Or they were throwing bowling balls down the stairs. One of those probably the first one. It was scary and loud. Same neighbor guy he would get so drunk and at three a.m. come knocking on all our doors because he couldn’t remember where he lived. Someone called the cops on him again.

A different apartment complex we lived in the lady who lived underneath us would slam her door. Every freakin’ time she would come and go. And at all times of the day and night. So one day early in the morning Jeff slammed our door really, really hard. So hard that she had people over and they all stared at us as we walked away. I am sorry but it was really funny. Come to find out her door wouldn’t lock and that why she was slamming it. After we did that though she finally had someone come over to fix but it was like a whole year of slamming the door.

The slam door lady was a smoker and we are not. She would smoke a lot and the wind would bring up the smoke to our apartment. At first I could ignore but everything in our apartment to started to smell like smoke. So was my bright idea. I took a can of Glade air freshener and just sprayed all of it out the window it was windy that day. So I know all that Glade went into her apartment. After that she smoked outside instead of inside of her apartment.

We also had a very old couple live underneath us and Jeff and I would love to Rockband. We would play till ten but anything after that we would get a broom in the floor. Yes they would use a broom or whatever and knock on our floor. We had a garage with this apartment. One day I was out there all by myself doing something with the car. When our old neighbor guy beneath us came over to see what I was doing. And also to flirt with me. This guy could have been my grandpa. Till Jeff came up and he backed off so fast. It was funny.

Then we lived in a duplex. The couple we rented from lived on the other side. They were so awesome for all about a couple of months. Then they sold to Jehovah witness family. They were so strange! They wanted our half but we had a lease. Also in the lease they had to shovel and mow the lawn. They would wait so long to shovel and wait even longer to mow the lawn to make us mad, I guess. We didn’t get all that mad. It was family that consist of two brothers and their wives, no children. One of the brother’s wife was confined to a hospital bed and all we heard all night and all day was her moving the bed. You know that mechanical sound. The other wife would write to Jeff and leave the letters on our doorstep. They were letters about her family or why she didn’t really like her husband. Weird shit like that.  Lady we laughed at you. Then when we moved they asked if we would keep in touch. That made me laugh even harder. Yeah right weirdos!

Then we moved to a house in the current small town we live in now. Our next door neighbor was nice but strange as well. Stu was his name. Anytime I would go outside he would want to chat for hours! And he kept telling me that I should marry the mailman. What? There was definitely some lose screws in that brain. If he saw Koko outside he would just come over and pet him. Then I will let Koko in and he would chat and chat on how he had dog. All the conversations were always the same. So boring. I started to make up excuses to leave.

On the other side of that house was wood man. We called him that because when it got warmer outside, he would chop wood at seven a.m. in the morning every morning. On weekdays! Can’t wait to do that on the weekends? Also our bedroom window was near his chopping block. What an asshole. The only reason we left that house is not because of the neighbors is because we got robbed. Went on vacation and came back with all our stuff missing. And guess what our neighbors saw nothing.

The next house we lived in was in a little small town just a little further then where we live now. The neighbors behind us would have loud parties a lot of the times. Also the neighbor behind us had a little girl that would just come over to our yard. Wanting to play with Koko. I am sorry the answer is no. I don’t know this little girl and I don’t want to be responsible for her. Not saying that Koko would do anything but still.

This house was the first house were our landlords were total assholes! We had to fight for everything. Our bathroom was leaky and had mold making me sick. They refused to redo our bathroom. We had to fight them and told them we will take them to court. So they fixed the bathroom. That house had no dishwasher. We asked if we can change or add anything. They told us yeah whatever we wanted. We added a dishwasher. When they came over to check on the bathroom the landlord threw the biggest hissy fit about adding a dishwasher when he told us that we could whatever we wanted. Then our fridge went out. All appliances they had to take care of. They had to replace the fridge. Fought them on that. When they brought over the fridge it was so filthy!

Two landlords’ husband and wife. The wife was a total bitch and was the instigator for the fights. When the husband was by himself he was actually nice. Finally we had enough of fighting with them. We wanted out of our lease and they agreed. Probably happy to get rid of us. They didn’t charge us for the rest of the rent. And we took out that dishwasher and made it like it wasn’t even there. We cleaned and then moved everything before telling them we wanted out. When they came back to do final inspection their faces were priceless! I wish I could have taken a picture. We had to do legal action like a certified letters to say they can’t come back at us for rest of month’s payment. They agreed. But their faces! So funny!

Now we live in this house. Still no luck for nice neighbors. Our neighbors that live one side she is a bitch! First time getting my mail and she was getting her mail at the same time. I went over there and introduced myself. She didn’t give her name. She just asked if we rent or own. I said rent. The is what she said “Well I hope you take care of the house and lawn.” And then she left. Who says that? Nice lady right?! (That is sarcasm.) They are so loud all the time. Always doing things in their garage and they like to chop wood in the early morning. What is with that? The window in our bathroom looks in our backyard but since it’s on the second floor they can look into the bathroom from their driveway. Our bedroom window faces their house we can see in their kitchen. It’s so very awkward. When the windows are open we can hear them and I assume they can hear us. Sometimes people walk around in their underwear in their kitchen we can see them. They can see us in our bedroom. That is why blinds is always good. We try to have those closed a lot. Or slink around in the dark. Also it’s so crazy. They come and go so often they can open their own cab stand. I don’t think any of their cars stay at their house for more than an hour during the day. I have never seen anyone come and go so often in my life.

On this lot we have a lot of trees. One tree branches overlap into their driveway. Instead of coming over and asking nicely to have some branches removed. She practically wanted to start a fight with Jeff. Asking if she can call our landlord. Finally when the landlord told us they can do whatever. They butcher that tree. Now when I look at the tree, I feel sad. They took off almost of its branches up in the sky.

Our neighbor across the street is mean as well. They have two driveways. One that goes to their garage. And one that goes to the back of their house. We have huge windows in our living room. That guy will leave his truck lights on in his second driveway and shines in our living room and not only that sometimes high beams in the night. He knows it shines in our living and he still does it. What a nice guy. (Sarcasm again.)

Please, please let our neighbor in our new home be a nice neighbor. I want someone who is nice but will just leave us alone at the same time. I don’t think that is too much to ask for.