"Such an ugly word for something so beautiful." These words are totally on my mind tonight. Along with the word in the title. Naivety. This is a word I would have used years and years ago to describe myself. I never would have used that word now days. At least not for myself. That word is reserved for children and really idiotic high school students. (I was once an idiotic high school student. And ironically enough this has something to do with it..I'll get there.) This particular blog entry seems to need a little back ground story to it. So I'll give you a brief one.
When I was 16 or 17, I was working at the fabulous Red Robin (yuuuum!) as a hospitality crew member. Gotta love it. At the time, a social website called Tagged was very very popular. Or maybe it was Myspace? Either way! Both of them were very popular at some point so it doesn't really matter. Anyways, a boy started chatting with me and we had been talking for quite a while maybe 8 months. We'd never met or anything. However, there was a 2 month period where we didn't speak at all. And one day, I actually got a text from him. Mind you, my phone was so old school, it didn't say if it was a picture message or a text. Well, it was a photo. An obscene photo of something... and I am scarred for life because of this. I was actually at work when I received this photo. I literally screamed and closed the photo. I shook my head because I assumed that was a joke. I mean, I've seen 10 Things I Hate About You. I know the trick. Turns out I asked another person if that was REALLY what I was looking at. They screamed and said YES!!!
I'll tell you what I did. I sent a text to that boy and said," What the H*LL was that?!" He told me he thought I would like it. I told him there was NO way I wanted to see that ever! I told him it was disgusting, and that he was no longer allowed to text me. It ended there.
Now, I know this is getting a little...well..taboo, but I kind of need to get this out. Anybody that has seen the awful set up of a man knows that there is nothing remotely attractive about it. I don't even CARE what you say. It is DISGUSTING. My aversion to it may have something to do with the whole photo-bomb, but honestly, I doubt it. It's not pretty.
Well, since then I have unfortunately still had them pop up in places that they really shouldn't. I'm not desensitized to this, but I have become a little less sensitive. Or at least I thought I had until tonight. There was someone in my past from my Red Robin (yuuuum!) days that I liked a LOT. This person was my abrupt change from my usual R.M. type. Straight laced. Clean cut. This boy was the complete opposite. I can't keep calling him "this person". He needs a nick-name. I'm going to call him Sailor because of one of his tattoos. So, Sailor was exactly like the title. Smoker, drinks like one, talks like one, and was in a band. (Not that sailors are in bands all of the time. Unless it's the Little Mermaid. Then they're opera singers.)
Sailor was very VERY sweet to me. This was the middle of my rebel phase, not to be confused with my emo phase. He knew that I liked him a lot. I was never secretive about it. Oh! Flashback! He had this little ponytail that I thought was adorable. (He wore it up for work.) But when he cut his hair, mmm mmm good.
It's been years since we have really talked. We kind of drifted apart when he told me he wouldn't go out with me because I was too innocent and he didn't want to ruin that. He said it was sweet and what not. I respected that decision and moved on. Though technically at the time I was waiting for a missionary. (THAT FREAKING BUM.)
Tonight he decided to come waltzing back into my life. I was okay with that. Mr. Intriguing has been distance and all of that jazz. (G-Money, I know you're shaking your head right now so knock it off!) Basically it comes down to the fact that I am bored and Sailor is exciting. He was everything that I knew I shouldn't want but did anyways. We were talking and I had mentioned how I hate getting those surprise pictures. Well, there go my corneas. I got one of those surprise pictures. Oh my gosh. I just.. my brain absolutely went. Went where?? WHO FREAKING KNOWS. Just absolutely left me. I had no words. I deleted every thread of conversation that I had in my phone because in order to just delete one thread, I have to go into that conversation. I was NOT about to go looking at that again. So now, I've lost a few important numbers and what not because I'm trying to save my semi-virgin eyes. Needless to say, things got awkward and the conversation ended abruptly.
How does naivety come into play? Let me just say I haven't technically considered myself a "goody two shoes" for a while. I felt like I knew enough and had heard enough, seen enough to discard that title. No. I'm not. I assumed if you mention to a man, a sailor or not, that when you say you don't like something, that they listen to you and respect you. That was issue number one. Issue number two was thinking that switching to an old track of life, that didn't work in the first place would be a good idea. There are reasons that things go they way they do. I suppose some part of me thinks that I missed a shot back in the day with someone important. However, I think the person I'm thinking of walked away from me. And there is absolutely NOTHING I can to to bring this person back. I guess I don't listen to me when I tell myself to face the music and just let it go. Maybe I need a slap in the face for that to actually sink in. My last mistake was thinking I had nothing else to learn. Life doesn't just throw all of it's lessons at you at one time. This all happens and a gradual pace and when you're actually ready to learn that lesson.After tonight, I've learned I am nowhere near educated enough to remove the 'naive' title from my name. I mean honestly, how much can you actually know about life and love when you're working all the time, hardly dating (unless you're going out with Creeper), and you've never been kissed?? Answer? Nothing.
So, over the course of the rest of this year, and the next I'll be challenging myself to step out of my box. Out of my comfort zone and into places that force me to branch ant and become educated in life's lessons. This is a very nerve-wracking choice, but I'm hoping it will be one for the record books. At least my record books.
Well! That is all for an evening of spending time in my blogesphere. Once again! I love to just thank my friends who read this faithfully (G-Money especially for begging me to write more! It give me purpose!) and to the couple members of my family who read this when they've already heard the story! Bless you all! And bless me that I don't get photo-bombed again for many MANY years to come! Love you all!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
The Worlds Tiniest Violin, Playing the Worlds Saddest Song
Woah! It's been a while! Well, it usually has been a while. I know, I know. It's very obvious that it's been a long time. Let me just state the obvious. Anyways. I've been working my not so little tush off for weeks now. I just can't believe how much I sleep and how much I work. It is quite disgusting. My life is so belittled. I swear. There is no meaning to it anymore. Nothing good comes out of it besides work ethic, which I already have. That, and my sweet pricing team. Wait. Did i say sweet?? I meant devious and hilarious team. They are the only thing I have to look forward to now. It's little, but it's something.
Now switching gears. Sort of. You know how everyone seems to have such exciting lives and yours is just blah?? Well, if you have that feeling, you're probably right. That seems harsh, but I have that feeling and I KNOW that this is true. When you're living vicariously through others, you know you're in trouble. We should be so excited to lead our own lives, but somehow, we lose that joy. We should be able to make our own fun, but there is only so much fun you can make when all of your friends work or have school and you have sentenced yourself to the lonely life of work. But, you need money to live, and for money you need work. Unless you get a massive inheritance. I wish that was the case.
I don't know if this is just me, but there are certain friends I have (I use that term loosely) that when good things happen for them, though I'm very happy for them, it breaks my heart a little bit. Only because I wish there was something good happening for me. I feel very grateful that I have the few good friends that I do. Also for my family. I am lucky on that front. As am I more fortunate than some others as far as my living situation. But for my personal life, I really REALLY wish that things were progressing. Since I lost all of my social graces and skills amidst all of the moving, I really don't know how to do... well, ANYTHING anymore. Now, all my life consists of is all of my shows, books, work, and sleep. Those are good things mostly. Although, I wish I could add concerts, or boyfriends into that sentence.
Before you judge me for all of my shows, I wasn't ever into television much until I moved to Spanish Fork. Or maybe a few years after that. Now, that is one of the things I have to look forward to. I get to once again, live though lives of other people. Even if they are fictional.
I have more that I would like to say concerning people at both of my jobs, the elections (bless us), and a few other things, but you know?? My mind is elsewhere. I'm slightly distracted this evening. As always, thanks for reading (if you even got through the first paragraph.) and I am very grateful to you for making this rating worth anything. Have a lovely evening and pray it doesn't snow tomorrow!!
Now switching gears. Sort of. You know how everyone seems to have such exciting lives and yours is just blah?? Well, if you have that feeling, you're probably right. That seems harsh, but I have that feeling and I KNOW that this is true. When you're living vicariously through others, you know you're in trouble. We should be so excited to lead our own lives, but somehow, we lose that joy. We should be able to make our own fun, but there is only so much fun you can make when all of your friends work or have school and you have sentenced yourself to the lonely life of work. But, you need money to live, and for money you need work. Unless you get a massive inheritance. I wish that was the case.
I don't know if this is just me, but there are certain friends I have (I use that term loosely) that when good things happen for them, though I'm very happy for them, it breaks my heart a little bit. Only because I wish there was something good happening for me. I feel very grateful that I have the few good friends that I do. Also for my family. I am lucky on that front. As am I more fortunate than some others as far as my living situation. But for my personal life, I really REALLY wish that things were progressing. Since I lost all of my social graces and skills amidst all of the moving, I really don't know how to do... well, ANYTHING anymore. Now, all my life consists of is all of my shows, books, work, and sleep. Those are good things mostly. Although, I wish I could add concerts, or boyfriends into that sentence.
Before you judge me for all of my shows, I wasn't ever into television much until I moved to Spanish Fork. Or maybe a few years after that. Now, that is one of the things I have to look forward to. I get to once again, live though lives of other people. Even if they are fictional.
I have more that I would like to say concerning people at both of my jobs, the elections (bless us), and a few other things, but you know?? My mind is elsewhere. I'm slightly distracted this evening. As always, thanks for reading (if you even got through the first paragraph.) and I am very grateful to you for making this rating worth anything. Have a lovely evening and pray it doesn't snow tomorrow!!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Boyfriends. Best Friends. Overstated Titles That We All Can't Live Without
Oh how time flies when you're wasting your time. Wasting? What do I mean by this? Ironically, it's another W word. Work. I know, I know. We all get paid to go and bust our butts for barely over minimum wage for 9 hours a day, and a thirty minute lunch that we have to pay for. ( Unless they decide to donate out of date or almost out of date food.. Or it's Thirsty Thursday. Which means there is only beverages, but that's one less thing to buy.) One day, we'll give up work and go back to a bartering system where all is fair and just. Sigh. Only in Utopia. Anyways, now you know why I'm so delayed with my communications.
As you can see by my title, I've been mulling over the titles that we give people in order to establish a certain type of relationship. We have our "besties" to whom we tell our darkest, deepest secrets. Like where we buried the body of our ex. Or who we call when we have a broken heart, a new joke, or had one of the best days of our life. Someone to scream and metaphorically jump around with. In any case. These titles, these words seem to make our life infinitely better, or crush it in an instant. How is this possible? How can the fact that we don't have a boyfriend, or lost our best friend have such a huge impact on our lives?? Maybe this is something that we inadvertently learn in grade school, or maybe it's before that, what with sibling rivalry. In any case, I've been really struggling with this.
I had a best best best friend. I think that growing up with a best friend got me attached to that idea of having one. Sure, you can still confide in people. But there is something about the bond that comes with the title of life long friends. I am not sure what it is, but you get a bond that is almost like sisters. Sometimes, even when you have a sister but your bond isn't that tight, then you worry about telling them things because it might just get back to your parents. You can't have that. When you get older though, things either get better or worse. You either stay friends as you move through your college life, heading in to married life and so on or you don't. I think that is the true test of friendship right there.
My best friend and I have bridged a gap. Granted, I put the gap there in the first place. I have this problem. Confession time! I get jealous. But it's only about one specific thing and that is when my friends have a serious boyfriend. See?? There is that title again. I usually don't care as long as I'm out dating people, but when I'm at home most of the time or at work and don't get asked out, or don't have time to go out, I get so frustrated because I depend on my friends to find entertainment. Only because when they have a boyfriend, that is all they want to talk about and all they can focus on. It gets very frustrating. In any case, when my friend got married, she couldn't do anything without her husband. Honestly, she still can't. If you've ever seen that episode of How I Met Your Mother when they talk about being "we" people, then you see her relationship. It still tap dances on my nerves, but as long as we're just talking on the phone, we can have a conversation with just us. Though I was just informed this week that he is privy to all of our conversations. Humph.
In any case. To shorten this little rant, I just wanted to say that I miss having a best friend. Most of the time, I can be the best friend you've ever had. I will buy you lunch or answer my phone in the middle of the night if you need someone to talk to. But, I don't have friends like that.. I have an awesome sister who I love and she would do almost anything for me. I also have a fabulous cousin! Though, she has a child and I cannot justify calling her in the middle of the night. Though I will shoot her a text! ( Love you guurrrl!) In any case, I have some great friends to hang out with, but I feel like I'm lacking that emotional connection. Must be a trust issue or something.
Nextly, we have the title of boyfriend. This one is a big one for me. All of my friends and family know that I have yet to smooch someone. I'm so picky about this because I want it to mean something. So whenever I go out, my guard is up.. Like all the way up to the heavens. Well, I'm going to drop a bombshell. I met Mr. Intriguing. And I let my guard down completely. That is a huge step for me. I'm absolutely NOT going into details here. But, there is a reason I've tried to avoid this sort of contact because I know how other people handle it. It's something that you almost crave. Something you want more and more once you've had it once. Most people get this out of their system earlier in life than me. Waiting this long, I have had a lot of time to think about it, hear people talk about. See it in movies. All of that stuff. So, when I took the small, though decisive step that I did, it was probably not well thought out.
Any guy I actually like and want to have the more physical relationship with moves on very very quickly. Mr. I. has two jobs and is going to school. So it is understandable that he is very busy. Though, in my opinion, if you really like someone, you're going to figure out a way to say hello or have some sort of contact. I guess I hear from him once a day. Around midnight. Needless to say, the flirting stopped. The cute little texts. All of that is on hold. I am absolutely sure I didn't misread that evening. School started the next day, so it is very very possible he is just too busy. But you know us girls. We over-think everything and turn nothing into something. So after this little freeze-out experience, I just want to go back to my not dating thing. I have a big heart, and I tend to give everything I have to everyone I know. But, I can't do it anymore until it's returned. Either with friends or significant others. Gah.
Anyways. I think that is all of the pearls of negativity that I have in me tonight. I love you, my blog family!! I hope you're enjoying your week! TGIF (Tomorrow..)
As you can see by my title, I've been mulling over the titles that we give people in order to establish a certain type of relationship. We have our "besties" to whom we tell our darkest, deepest secrets. Like where we buried the body of our ex. Or who we call when we have a broken heart, a new joke, or had one of the best days of our life. Someone to scream and metaphorically jump around with. In any case. These titles, these words seem to make our life infinitely better, or crush it in an instant. How is this possible? How can the fact that we don't have a boyfriend, or lost our best friend have such a huge impact on our lives?? Maybe this is something that we inadvertently learn in grade school, or maybe it's before that, what with sibling rivalry. In any case, I've been really struggling with this.
I had a best best best friend. I think that growing up with a best friend got me attached to that idea of having one. Sure, you can still confide in people. But there is something about the bond that comes with the title of life long friends. I am not sure what it is, but you get a bond that is almost like sisters. Sometimes, even when you have a sister but your bond isn't that tight, then you worry about telling them things because it might just get back to your parents. You can't have that. When you get older though, things either get better or worse. You either stay friends as you move through your college life, heading in to married life and so on or you don't. I think that is the true test of friendship right there.
My best friend and I have bridged a gap. Granted, I put the gap there in the first place. I have this problem. Confession time! I get jealous. But it's only about one specific thing and that is when my friends have a serious boyfriend. See?? There is that title again. I usually don't care as long as I'm out dating people, but when I'm at home most of the time or at work and don't get asked out, or don't have time to go out, I get so frustrated because I depend on my friends to find entertainment. Only because when they have a boyfriend, that is all they want to talk about and all they can focus on. It gets very frustrating. In any case, when my friend got married, she couldn't do anything without her husband. Honestly, she still can't. If you've ever seen that episode of How I Met Your Mother when they talk about being "we" people, then you see her relationship. It still tap dances on my nerves, but as long as we're just talking on the phone, we can have a conversation with just us. Though I was just informed this week that he is privy to all of our conversations. Humph.
In any case. To shorten this little rant, I just wanted to say that I miss having a best friend. Most of the time, I can be the best friend you've ever had. I will buy you lunch or answer my phone in the middle of the night if you need someone to talk to. But, I don't have friends like that.. I have an awesome sister who I love and she would do almost anything for me. I also have a fabulous cousin! Though, she has a child and I cannot justify calling her in the middle of the night. Though I will shoot her a text! ( Love you guurrrl!) In any case, I have some great friends to hang out with, but I feel like I'm lacking that emotional connection. Must be a trust issue or something.
Nextly, we have the title of boyfriend. This one is a big one for me. All of my friends and family know that I have yet to smooch someone. I'm so picky about this because I want it to mean something. So whenever I go out, my guard is up.. Like all the way up to the heavens. Well, I'm going to drop a bombshell. I met Mr. Intriguing. And I let my guard down completely. That is a huge step for me. I'm absolutely NOT going into details here. But, there is a reason I've tried to avoid this sort of contact because I know how other people handle it. It's something that you almost crave. Something you want more and more once you've had it once. Most people get this out of their system earlier in life than me. Waiting this long, I have had a lot of time to think about it, hear people talk about. See it in movies. All of that stuff. So, when I took the small, though decisive step that I did, it was probably not well thought out.
Any guy I actually like and want to have the more physical relationship with moves on very very quickly. Mr. I. has two jobs and is going to school. So it is understandable that he is very busy. Though, in my opinion, if you really like someone, you're going to figure out a way to say hello or have some sort of contact. I guess I hear from him once a day. Around midnight. Needless to say, the flirting stopped. The cute little texts. All of that is on hold. I am absolutely sure I didn't misread that evening. School started the next day, so it is very very possible he is just too busy. But you know us girls. We over-think everything and turn nothing into something. So after this little freeze-out experience, I just want to go back to my not dating thing. I have a big heart, and I tend to give everything I have to everyone I know. But, I can't do it anymore until it's returned. Either with friends or significant others. Gah.
Anyways. I think that is all of the pearls of negativity that I have in me tonight. I love you, my blog family!! I hope you're enjoying your week! TGIF (Tomorrow..)
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Making Deals with Death and Running For Dear Life
Hello my interweb family! Oh my goodness gracious me. I have been meaning to write for days and days. But, I'm not going to lie, I've had more pressing matters. Though, I do have a story or two for you, I also have some serious business to attend to first. I'm sure you noticed the title to this blog. Let me start off by saying that I hate Death. Unless he shows up in a movie where love conquers all. Or Harry Potter. But, when death shows up in real life, I can't tell you how much I hate this. I am not good at dealing with Death. I haven't been able to have a conversation with him to tell him to stay away from me. Nor has he told me how I should deal with him. He just shows up unexpectedly and steals someone away from me. This is not okay.
Recently, I lost a friend.. His other friends lost their best friend or maybe a girl lost her boyfriend. His family lost a brother, a cousin, and most importantly, a son. I am not going to pretend that he and I were extremely close or anything like this. That would be a total lie. However, we did go to school together. We shared a class, and he and my sister shared a class. I would always visit her at the beginning of said class because I would be heading home for the day. Now, this boy loved to push people's buttons. And he was VERY good at it. He was rarely annoying about it, mostly it was just endearing. But only mostly! There were a few times that I myself wanted to put him in his place. Let me explain.
Anyone who knows me well enough, knows that my romantic history extends to hand holding because I am a very picky girl. I know what I want and I won't waste my time on someone who can't give me what I know I need. My sister happened to point out to this young man that I sort of have a personal space issue because it is so weird having someone in kissing distance of my face. For me, this is just awkward. Mostly it's because I'm horrified that someone is going to plant one on me and that I will be bad at it. So, now that he knew this vital information, he intended to use it against me.. So any time he saw me, he would get about 3 inches from my face and say,"Hey Sidney. How's it going?" I would say, "Go away, Brian." We would continue to bicker from there. Oh high school. Such... semi-fond memories.
Now you see what I mean about pushing buttons. I'm also pretty sure our English teacher had a button that he pushed that made her say, "BRIAN! STOP!" All the while, she would be laughing at his inappropriate comment or rude noise. In closing about him, I just want to say that despite our disagreements and arguments, he was a really great guy. And when he decided to go on a mission, my respect for him increased. So with that I know that he is in a better place.
Now, it's actually been a work in progress for this particular entry. I've been working on it for 3 weeks, just not quite sure how to get any of the words out. So! The other story I was going to tell you? I don't remember them. Instead, I'll focus on recent stories that are sure to make you smile after such a dreary topic.
Firstly, I want to tell you about the running. I have NEVER been a runner. I was a dancer for quite a few years, but running was never something I cared about. Now? I wouldn't say I love running, but I want to love it, and I'm going to try soooo hard to love it. To develop a passion for it. Not just an OCD relationship to where I want to beat my own times, but a passion where I love to do it. Anyways, I've been running for about a month and a half now. The first three weeks I was doing really really well. I couldn't believe it. I was doing 4 miles in 43 minutes. Then I gave myself Rectus Femoris Tendon Inflammation. (Or thigh splints.)
So, I had to give running a two week break. I was soooo livid. But, I rode the bike to keep up my heart rate and still be able to get a work out. Just low impact. So, when I started running again, it's been like starting from scratch. So in starting from scratch, I have been using my dad's Vibrum Five Fingers. They are the barefoot running shoes. Obviously, you're not barefoot, but to get more info, just Google it. It's too much to write on here! So, I've been training with the shoes because of the benefits.
In the process, two days in my legs were so sore, I was walking like a duck. With my butt poking out and my knees bent and spread. Walking down the stairs backwards because it hurt less. So, I had to take two days break. Once I could walk again, I started up. After about 4 more days of running, my left foot developed a massive case of the blisters. Oh my goodness. They didn't hurt that bad except for one right under my big toe. So, take 3 more days off while they heal. Unfortunately, I had a commitment to run in a 5K with a couple of the greatest girls from work! So, I had one day after I started running again to get used to my toe shoes again. I'd been taping my toes and the balls of my feet to protect them, so I figured that would suffice for the run.
I was wrong.
For two reason, I was not even close to ready for this run! Physically or mentally. We'd been at work for ages and I was exhausted and all I could think about was going home and going to bed. Not to mention the big cup of Lemonade that I downed, and the 3 burritos. Oh for shame. But, I was going to try for the free shirt! Kat-Kat is a serious runner! She'll deny it, but she looked fierce. G-money had a sore back and didn't think she would be able to run. This was just a lie. By the time we started going, I'd run maybe half a mile before I had to give up and start walking. Kat-Kat was so far ahead. G-money was taking a slow pace because she is just the chief of all chiefs. No warrior left behind and all that. She could've finished that race 10 minutes or more ahead of me, but that sweet thang stayed at my pace! Bless her heart! We finished at 42 minutes I think. (G-money? Is that right??) Shameful. But! Considering the last month of my running habits, it was decent. Kat-Kat and her husband were cheering us on at the finish line. And G-money was giving me a celebration by the end of it! Sooo embarrassing!! Why?! Because I don't want to be looked at like an invalid! I just wanted to do it, and I did! So next time, I'm going to kick my old time's butt! And hopefully G-money doesn't get faster because I will not be able to keep up if she gets to her old time which is like a 6 minute mile. I might be able to keep up with Kat Kat though.
Anyways! I ran in my little toe shoes and my tape did NOTHING. Now I have a blister inside of my blister. It is lovely and very very painful!! Battle wounds my friends. But! We all finished the race, and got our shirts! And! I have my first legit number! Yes!!!
So lastly, I want to give a shout out to my home girl T-bone and her sister, who I don't actually have a nick name for. But! They left back to Arizona!! It has been so depressing without them here. It's so quiet on our team. But! My memory of T-bone until I see her again, is of her jumping off one of the big red balls in front of Target, with her cape flying behind her! In my mind, she flew away! Her feet didn't even touch the ground! Lovely!
Next time! I'll tell you guys about the Olympics! But not the ones you're familiar with!! Love you guys!! Thanks for reading, as always!
Recently, I lost a friend.. His other friends lost their best friend or maybe a girl lost her boyfriend. His family lost a brother, a cousin, and most importantly, a son. I am not going to pretend that he and I were extremely close or anything like this. That would be a total lie. However, we did go to school together. We shared a class, and he and my sister shared a class. I would always visit her at the beginning of said class because I would be heading home for the day. Now, this boy loved to push people's buttons. And he was VERY good at it. He was rarely annoying about it, mostly it was just endearing. But only mostly! There were a few times that I myself wanted to put him in his place. Let me explain.
Anyone who knows me well enough, knows that my romantic history extends to hand holding because I am a very picky girl. I know what I want and I won't waste my time on someone who can't give me what I know I need. My sister happened to point out to this young man that I sort of have a personal space issue because it is so weird having someone in kissing distance of my face. For me, this is just awkward. Mostly it's because I'm horrified that someone is going to plant one on me and that I will be bad at it. So, now that he knew this vital information, he intended to use it against me.. So any time he saw me, he would get about 3 inches from my face and say,"Hey Sidney. How's it going?" I would say, "Go away, Brian." We would continue to bicker from there. Oh high school. Such... semi-fond memories.
Now you see what I mean about pushing buttons. I'm also pretty sure our English teacher had a button that he pushed that made her say, "BRIAN! STOP!" All the while, she would be laughing at his inappropriate comment or rude noise. In closing about him, I just want to say that despite our disagreements and arguments, he was a really great guy. And when he decided to go on a mission, my respect for him increased. So with that I know that he is in a better place.
Now, it's actually been a work in progress for this particular entry. I've been working on it for 3 weeks, just not quite sure how to get any of the words out. So! The other story I was going to tell you? I don't remember them. Instead, I'll focus on recent stories that are sure to make you smile after such a dreary topic.
Firstly, I want to tell you about the running. I have NEVER been a runner. I was a dancer for quite a few years, but running was never something I cared about. Now? I wouldn't say I love running, but I want to love it, and I'm going to try soooo hard to love it. To develop a passion for it. Not just an OCD relationship to where I want to beat my own times, but a passion where I love to do it. Anyways, I've been running for about a month and a half now. The first three weeks I was doing really really well. I couldn't believe it. I was doing 4 miles in 43 minutes. Then I gave myself Rectus Femoris Tendon Inflammation. (Or thigh splints.)
So, I had to give running a two week break. I was soooo livid. But, I rode the bike to keep up my heart rate and still be able to get a work out. Just low impact. So, when I started running again, it's been like starting from scratch. So in starting from scratch, I have been using my dad's Vibrum Five Fingers. They are the barefoot running shoes. Obviously, you're not barefoot, but to get more info, just Google it. It's too much to write on here! So, I've been training with the shoes because of the benefits.
In the process, two days in my legs were so sore, I was walking like a duck. With my butt poking out and my knees bent and spread. Walking down the stairs backwards because it hurt less. So, I had to take two days break. Once I could walk again, I started up. After about 4 more days of running, my left foot developed a massive case of the blisters. Oh my goodness. They didn't hurt that bad except for one right under my big toe. So, take 3 more days off while they heal. Unfortunately, I had a commitment to run in a 5K with a couple of the greatest girls from work! So, I had one day after I started running again to get used to my toe shoes again. I'd been taping my toes and the balls of my feet to protect them, so I figured that would suffice for the run.
I was wrong.
For two reason, I was not even close to ready for this run! Physically or mentally. We'd been at work for ages and I was exhausted and all I could think about was going home and going to bed. Not to mention the big cup of Lemonade that I downed, and the 3 burritos. Oh for shame. But, I was going to try for the free shirt! Kat-Kat is a serious runner! She'll deny it, but she looked fierce. G-money had a sore back and didn't think she would be able to run. This was just a lie. By the time we started going, I'd run maybe half a mile before I had to give up and start walking. Kat-Kat was so far ahead. G-money was taking a slow pace because she is just the chief of all chiefs. No warrior left behind and all that. She could've finished that race 10 minutes or more ahead of me, but that sweet thang stayed at my pace! Bless her heart! We finished at 42 minutes I think. (G-money? Is that right??) Shameful. But! Considering the last month of my running habits, it was decent. Kat-Kat and her husband were cheering us on at the finish line. And G-money was giving me a celebration by the end of it! Sooo embarrassing!! Why?! Because I don't want to be looked at like an invalid! I just wanted to do it, and I did! So next time, I'm going to kick my old time's butt! And hopefully G-money doesn't get faster because I will not be able to keep up if she gets to her old time which is like a 6 minute mile. I might be able to keep up with Kat Kat though.
Anyways! I ran in my little toe shoes and my tape did NOTHING. Now I have a blister inside of my blister. It is lovely and very very painful!! Battle wounds my friends. But! We all finished the race, and got our shirts! And! I have my first legit number! Yes!!!
So lastly, I want to give a shout out to my home girl T-bone and her sister, who I don't actually have a nick name for. But! They left back to Arizona!! It has been so depressing without them here. It's so quiet on our team. But! My memory of T-bone until I see her again, is of her jumping off one of the big red balls in front of Target, with her cape flying behind her! In my mind, she flew away! Her feet didn't even touch the ground! Lovely!
Next time! I'll tell you guys about the Olympics! But not the ones you're familiar with!! Love you guys!! Thanks for reading, as always!
Friday, July 6, 2012
Put Your Hands Together for the Orem Pricing Team!!
Ahhhh helloooo my lovelies! How I've missed you in my absence! But! This is what happens when you actually have a life and you don't just live on your computer. When you work! When you have friends! (Mine are limited, but at least I have ones that are REAL genuine people! Not just numbers on my facebook page.)
Speaking of my friends! Oh my goodness, do I have a story for you! If you noticed the title of this blog, this is a shout out to my pricing girls! (HELLO LADIES!!) Oh my goodness. I love them, though sometimes I want to beat them! Why, you ask?? Let me just tell you.
This week on Thursday, I was minding my own business pricing shoes and making conversation with T-bone. (Girl, I think we need to give you a new nick-name. Actually, you ALL need new nick-names.) Anyways! Little did I know, that T-bone was being sooo sneaky! Every time she was walking past me, she was putting clearance stickers all over my back! How I didn't manage to feel her putting 15+ stickers on my person, I have NO idea. Not only was she sticking them on, G-money was handing her stickers to put on me! Kat Kat and Dee-stroyer didn't say a THING to me! So I was going about my business for probably 30 minutes with exceedingly low prices all over my shoulders and below!!
I even caught them laughing at something, but didn't know what! I even asked! Their reply was," Oh just nothing." I should have known! I am face palming myself as we speak.. Or as I type. It wasn't until I was in the restroom washing my hands, that a GUEST stopped me and said," Excuse me. Did you know that you have stickers all over your back??" All I could do was look at the ceiling and say," Yes. That is my team." She was like," Oh! Okay! Just as long as you knew!" T&G were both with me in the restroom and had walked out just a minute before I did. So, when I walked out of the bathroom, I looked at them and yelled across the store," I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!" T-bone just started laughing and running away. G-money just laughed and pointed at here and said," She did it!!" Oh my goodness. These girls. What am I going to do about them??
All I have left to say about that is that it was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (with a million other o's on that) embarrassing!!! I am not kidding! I wanted to curl up under a clothing rack and just die. I talked to about 3 people on my way up to the break room, who all laughed according to everyone else on the team! Not one of them told me! One of them said that she thought I knew. So, I'm giving her a break. But!! Other than that, all of you who knew are held accountable!! Not to mention did nobody tell me, people all over the store found out and were laughing at me about it for the rest of the day!! Ohhhh kill me in my face. It was bright red. Anyways. Now you know my embarrassing moment for the week.
Also, I'm having boy issues this week. Remember Mr. Intriguing? Well, I am no longer intrigued, I am livid. This boy has asked me to hang out with him three times. Since I met him online (I know, I know) it was sort of a big thing for me to say yes. But, I did. All three times, he flaked. Didn't even have the decency to text me or anything to tell me that it wasn't going to happen. Well, we actually picked a day, during the day (which is new for him since he usually just texts me at like 11:30 pm and tells me to come over, to which I say no, of course) and made plans and a time to meet. So, I texted him that morning when I was on my way to work to ask if we were still on. Guess what happened?? He never texted me back. At least, not until that night. Which he sent me a symbol that looked Arabic or something. All I said was "Yeah, I don't speak that language." What I should have said was, "That better mean something REALLY sweet because I'm pissed."
I haven't heard from him since.
Also, there is a new one that I haven't come up with a name for. I'm going to call him Mr. Off Limits. I'm not going to say why or anything else. If you're curious, you can ask me directly. But, this guy and I have hung out a few times. I really liked him. A lot, actually. Either I freaked him out by telling him I liked him, or I wasn't blunt enough. I haven't heard from him in weeks. Though, I sent him a text this week to which I received one reply, than nothing else. He always says I'm not honest with him. The only thing I was very hesitant on telling him was the type of books I read. Which is fantasy or fiction depending on my mood. The reason I didn't want to say anything is because a LOT of people laugh. I don't like being teased very much. He says he is not judgemental, which is true to a point. But obviously he is. Otherwise he wouldn't give a crap that I didn't want to tell him. He wouldn't hold it against me now saying that I'm not honest with him. Which is crap because he is not honest with me. I told him to tell me if he is ever mad at me. He hasn't. And I know he is mad at me. Why? Because he would have texted me back. He also seems to think I expect too much of him. Like I expect him to read my mind. I'm pretty sure all I expect of him is to be a friend. Text me back when he has a chance. Say hello to me. Basic stuff. You would think I would have asked him to stop smoking and be baptized and marry me right away. Whatever though. Boys are stupid and this is why I stopped dating in the first place. Even nice guys are jerks.
Anyways! I think that is all the ranting I have in me for today! Though! I want to give a quick shout out to the girls who consistently read my whiny blog! Roxanna! You are fantastic and I love you!!! G-money! This is for you because you literally asked for it! I love you also! My super fantastic diva cousin, Whit!! I love you!! T-bone!! I will get you! And, I love you too! These ladies always read and give me feedback and I really REALLY appreciate it! Love you all! Of course! I love everyone else that reads and hope you continue to do so!! Thank you, and have a great evening!!
Speaking of my friends! Oh my goodness, do I have a story for you! If you noticed the title of this blog, this is a shout out to my pricing girls! (HELLO LADIES!!) Oh my goodness. I love them, though sometimes I want to beat them! Why, you ask?? Let me just tell you.
This week on Thursday, I was minding my own business pricing shoes and making conversation with T-bone. (Girl, I think we need to give you a new nick-name. Actually, you ALL need new nick-names.) Anyways! Little did I know, that T-bone was being sooo sneaky! Every time she was walking past me, she was putting clearance stickers all over my back! How I didn't manage to feel her putting 15+ stickers on my person, I have NO idea. Not only was she sticking them on, G-money was handing her stickers to put on me! Kat Kat and Dee-stroyer didn't say a THING to me! So I was going about my business for probably 30 minutes with exceedingly low prices all over my shoulders and below!!
I even caught them laughing at something, but didn't know what! I even asked! Their reply was," Oh just nothing." I should have known! I am face palming myself as we speak.. Or as I type. It wasn't until I was in the restroom washing my hands, that a GUEST stopped me and said," Excuse me. Did you know that you have stickers all over your back??" All I could do was look at the ceiling and say," Yes. That is my team." She was like," Oh! Okay! Just as long as you knew!" T&G were both with me in the restroom and had walked out just a minute before I did. So, when I walked out of the bathroom, I looked at them and yelled across the store," I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!" T-bone just started laughing and running away. G-money just laughed and pointed at here and said," She did it!!" Oh my goodness. These girls. What am I going to do about them??
All I have left to say about that is that it was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (with a million other o's on that) embarrassing!!! I am not kidding! I wanted to curl up under a clothing rack and just die. I talked to about 3 people on my way up to the break room, who all laughed according to everyone else on the team! Not one of them told me! One of them said that she thought I knew. So, I'm giving her a break. But!! Other than that, all of you who knew are held accountable!! Not to mention did nobody tell me, people all over the store found out and were laughing at me about it for the rest of the day!! Ohhhh kill me in my face. It was bright red. Anyways. Now you know my embarrassing moment for the week.
Also, I'm having boy issues this week. Remember Mr. Intriguing? Well, I am no longer intrigued, I am livid. This boy has asked me to hang out with him three times. Since I met him online (I know, I know) it was sort of a big thing for me to say yes. But, I did. All three times, he flaked. Didn't even have the decency to text me or anything to tell me that it wasn't going to happen. Well, we actually picked a day, during the day (which is new for him since he usually just texts me at like 11:30 pm and tells me to come over, to which I say no, of course) and made plans and a time to meet. So, I texted him that morning when I was on my way to work to ask if we were still on. Guess what happened?? He never texted me back. At least, not until that night. Which he sent me a symbol that looked Arabic or something. All I said was "Yeah, I don't speak that language." What I should have said was, "That better mean something REALLY sweet because I'm pissed."
I haven't heard from him since.
Also, there is a new one that I haven't come up with a name for. I'm going to call him Mr. Off Limits. I'm not going to say why or anything else. If you're curious, you can ask me directly. But, this guy and I have hung out a few times. I really liked him. A lot, actually. Either I freaked him out by telling him I liked him, or I wasn't blunt enough. I haven't heard from him in weeks. Though, I sent him a text this week to which I received one reply, than nothing else. He always says I'm not honest with him. The only thing I was very hesitant on telling him was the type of books I read. Which is fantasy or fiction depending on my mood. The reason I didn't want to say anything is because a LOT of people laugh. I don't like being teased very much. He says he is not judgemental, which is true to a point. But obviously he is. Otherwise he wouldn't give a crap that I didn't want to tell him. He wouldn't hold it against me now saying that I'm not honest with him. Which is crap because he is not honest with me. I told him to tell me if he is ever mad at me. He hasn't. And I know he is mad at me. Why? Because he would have texted me back. He also seems to think I expect too much of him. Like I expect him to read my mind. I'm pretty sure all I expect of him is to be a friend. Text me back when he has a chance. Say hello to me. Basic stuff. You would think I would have asked him to stop smoking and be baptized and marry me right away. Whatever though. Boys are stupid and this is why I stopped dating in the first place. Even nice guys are jerks.
Anyways! I think that is all the ranting I have in me for today! Though! I want to give a quick shout out to the girls who consistently read my whiny blog! Roxanna! You are fantastic and I love you!!! G-money! This is for you because you literally asked for it! I love you also! My super fantastic diva cousin, Whit!! I love you!! T-bone!! I will get you! And, I love you too! These ladies always read and give me feedback and I really REALLY appreciate it! Love you all! Of course! I love everyone else that reads and hope you continue to do so!! Thank you, and have a great evening!!
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Dumb As Rocks and Internet Dating
Oh the HORRORS of this week! You guys can hardly imagine things I've said, and things that have happened just in the last few days. I am an AWFUL human being. Though, I still stick by what I've said and done because I do have a back bone! I'm sure you're curious as to what I'm talking about. Don't worry. I'll share my stories with you. You are partially my family after all.
Let me start with my creeper "date" I went on this week. I'm going to explain why I did this first though! No judgments! Please! This will NEVER happen again because I was absolutely HORRIFIED at what happened. Yes. I'm using my caps lock button a lot today. It's just because I have so much passion about how horribly awful that evening was!
It starts with internet dating. Oh gosh. Even thinking about it, I'm just cringing. Do I recommend it? No way! I will tell nobody no matter how desperate you are to do online dating! Me? I wasn't desperate. It was out of boredom. This is what I decided to do when I was house sitting a couple of weeks ago. The ONLY reason is because I was spending so much time alone that I needed some contact with people, even if it was via inter-web! So! I joined this site and talked to a few people over the weeks. I didn't give out my number to anyone except the ONLY CRAZY ON THAT SITE! Okay, he's not the only crazy, but he's the only one I was talking to.
Well, he called me on Monday evening because he was closer to my location. (He lives in SLC btw). Well, he called and asked if I would like to hang out. He didn't sound crazy at all. He was communicating clearly and all of that jazz. So, I said yes. I texted him my address (I KNOW! I KNOW!) And he came right on over. Thank GOODNESS it was 9 o'clock at night because that is much easier to cut the evening short. Why would I want to cut the evening short right when he walked into my home? Let's start with the fact that this boy wasn't wearing any freaking shoes! With his nasty dirty feet. Ewwww. And! He smelled so AWFUL. Like B.O. Onion-y B.O. GAHHHH. I just wanted him out of my house right then. So, I grabbed my keys and we went out for frozen yogurt. When we walked into the yogurt shop, guess what he didn't have on? SHOES. Golly. But, that isn't it.
While we were riding in the car, he kept looking at me in this weird unsettling way. Like he was trying to make eye contact with me while I was driving. It was very very intrusive. Of course, I didn't want to make eye contact at all because I was worried he would see the utter revulsion in my eyes because believe me, it was there. Well, we get back to my house and I look at my mom when I walk in the door and mouthed "help" as discretely as I could. She looked at me like "How!?" I shook my head.
This person and I walk downstairs. I had started watching Rent before he called, and I decided that I wanted to watch that. All the while, I'm plotting on how I can get this guy to leave my house in the shortest amount of time. I keep faking things like I have to pee or I need a drink so that I can just get away from him. Oh! BTW. He put his nasty black-soled feet right on my coffee table! Oh! And! He kept poking me! While I was driving, while we were sitting down.
I HATE being poked. SOOOOO much. Why? It's because when people start poking you, it's like being tickled. You tell them to stop, and they just don't! I'm getting mad just thinking about this. ANYWAYS. He kept poking me in the side, in the head, on my foot, while we're watching this movie. I looked at him three different time and said, "WHAT are you doing?! Why?? Knock it off! I hate that!" He just kept saying," I didn't do it very much." I told him "You've been doing it all night. Leave me alone." He didn't. Freaking creep. So, after a few trips upstairs, begging my mom to fake an emergency or SOMETHING so I could get him to leave, I got an idea. Just a little white lie to control when he left me alone. I just told him that I had to work at 6 a.m. the next morning. I didn't have to work at all until 6 p.m. But! Who cares! It worked!
At 10:30 p.m. I walked him outside, gave this stinky boy an awkward side hug and said,"Drive safe. Don't crash." Then walked right inside. If that is not a hint, then I don't know what is.
To finish my evening, I got two texts from him "Did you have fun tonight, cuttie?" Just like that. The answer is NO. I didn't have fun! I was scared for my life most of the time! The crazy thing is, Gentry, my cute little sister only passed this boy (who I refer to as the Creeper) once. When she did, she went right up to my mom and said,"I don't get good feelings about that boy." Then proceeded to tell me that when he looked at me, he looked like he was going to kill me. Cue chills. Blalllah. Oh! One more creepy thing that kept happening. He would look at me (though I wouldn't look at him) and when I'd say "what", he would just say "hi." GAOIEAOIERIG! I had to freak out a little. Sorry. I have refused to text this person back because I don't know how to say "leave me alone" in a nice way.
On to the next event!! This is my embarrassing moment. Golly. I can't believe I'm going to post this where everyone can see it, but I'm not going to deny that I said it because I will stand by what I said! Basically, I was at work at Arby's. I hate when we hire new people because little do people know, fast food is hard. You have to be quick, smart, and be able to do things by yourself. Not just wait for instructions on what to do. And that is all new kids do: stand around and wait to be told what to do.
Well, we have this new hire. He is REALLY slow. No just at the jobs he's doing, but actually learning what to do. For example. I asked him to pull all of the tables out and sweep under them with the little push sweeper. You all know what this is, yes? A vacuum without a cord. Every church, school, or company has had or does have one of these! He pulled out a table and then said,"No what?" "Sweep under it" I said. "How?" Mind you, he has the sweeper IN HIS HAND. I make the motion of vacuuming and say" Like that." Good grief.
Anyways, all new kids start out dumb as rocks. Some either grow out of it, or they stay a rock. So, I tell a girl who works there,"This new kid is dumb as rocks." She couldn't hear me so I had to repeat it like 4 times before she got it. Then she says,"Uh, that's my brother." Insert face palm. Let's dig my hole deeper, shall we? I replied,"Really? Well, he's dumb as rocks." GOOD FREAKING GRIEF. What was I thinking?! Who says that right to someones face!? Well, I do. I figured it was better than trying to back peddle. So, now I just have to deal with the results. Which is extreme awkwardness! Ughhh. Oh well. I'll deal with it. Hopefully this boy will prove me wrong and turn into a whip. But, if I'm right, he'll still be a rock. Oh. Let's top this off with the fact that his mother works there too. She is a manager. I am awesome, huh?
Anyways. I though you guys would like to hear about my week since I know you care oh so much! In any case! Thank you as always for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!! Love you!!
Let me start with my creeper "date" I went on this week. I'm going to explain why I did this first though! No judgments! Please! This will NEVER happen again because I was absolutely HORRIFIED at what happened. Yes. I'm using my caps lock button a lot today. It's just because I have so much passion about how horribly awful that evening was!
It starts with internet dating. Oh gosh. Even thinking about it, I'm just cringing. Do I recommend it? No way! I will tell nobody no matter how desperate you are to do online dating! Me? I wasn't desperate. It was out of boredom. This is what I decided to do when I was house sitting a couple of weeks ago. The ONLY reason is because I was spending so much time alone that I needed some contact with people, even if it was via inter-web! So! I joined this site and talked to a few people over the weeks. I didn't give out my number to anyone except the ONLY CRAZY ON THAT SITE! Okay, he's not the only crazy, but he's the only one I was talking to.
Well, he called me on Monday evening because he was closer to my location. (He lives in SLC btw). Well, he called and asked if I would like to hang out. He didn't sound crazy at all. He was communicating clearly and all of that jazz. So, I said yes. I texted him my address (I KNOW! I KNOW!) And he came right on over. Thank GOODNESS it was 9 o'clock at night because that is much easier to cut the evening short. Why would I want to cut the evening short right when he walked into my home? Let's start with the fact that this boy wasn't wearing any freaking shoes! With his nasty dirty feet. Ewwww. And! He smelled so AWFUL. Like B.O. Onion-y B.O. GAHHHH. I just wanted him out of my house right then. So, I grabbed my keys and we went out for frozen yogurt. When we walked into the yogurt shop, guess what he didn't have on? SHOES. Golly. But, that isn't it.
While we were riding in the car, he kept looking at me in this weird unsettling way. Like he was trying to make eye contact with me while I was driving. It was very very intrusive. Of course, I didn't want to make eye contact at all because I was worried he would see the utter revulsion in my eyes because believe me, it was there. Well, we get back to my house and I look at my mom when I walk in the door and mouthed "help" as discretely as I could. She looked at me like "How!?" I shook my head.
This person and I walk downstairs. I had started watching Rent before he called, and I decided that I wanted to watch that. All the while, I'm plotting on how I can get this guy to leave my house in the shortest amount of time. I keep faking things like I have to pee or I need a drink so that I can just get away from him. Oh! BTW. He put his nasty black-soled feet right on my coffee table! Oh! And! He kept poking me! While I was driving, while we were sitting down.
I HATE being poked. SOOOOO much. Why? It's because when people start poking you, it's like being tickled. You tell them to stop, and they just don't! I'm getting mad just thinking about this. ANYWAYS. He kept poking me in the side, in the head, on my foot, while we're watching this movie. I looked at him three different time and said, "WHAT are you doing?! Why?? Knock it off! I hate that!" He just kept saying," I didn't do it very much." I told him "You've been doing it all night. Leave me alone." He didn't. Freaking creep. So, after a few trips upstairs, begging my mom to fake an emergency or SOMETHING so I could get him to leave, I got an idea. Just a little white lie to control when he left me alone. I just told him that I had to work at 6 a.m. the next morning. I didn't have to work at all until 6 p.m. But! Who cares! It worked!
At 10:30 p.m. I walked him outside, gave this stinky boy an awkward side hug and said,"Drive safe. Don't crash." Then walked right inside. If that is not a hint, then I don't know what is.
To finish my evening, I got two texts from him "Did you have fun tonight, cuttie?" Just like that. The answer is NO. I didn't have fun! I was scared for my life most of the time! The crazy thing is, Gentry, my cute little sister only passed this boy (who I refer to as the Creeper) once. When she did, she went right up to my mom and said,"I don't get good feelings about that boy." Then proceeded to tell me that when he looked at me, he looked like he was going to kill me. Cue chills. Blalllah. Oh! One more creepy thing that kept happening. He would look at me (though I wouldn't look at him) and when I'd say "what", he would just say "hi." GAOIEAOIERIG! I had to freak out a little. Sorry. I have refused to text this person back because I don't know how to say "leave me alone" in a nice way.
On to the next event!! This is my embarrassing moment. Golly. I can't believe I'm going to post this where everyone can see it, but I'm not going to deny that I said it because I will stand by what I said! Basically, I was at work at Arby's. I hate when we hire new people because little do people know, fast food is hard. You have to be quick, smart, and be able to do things by yourself. Not just wait for instructions on what to do. And that is all new kids do: stand around and wait to be told what to do.
Well, we have this new hire. He is REALLY slow. No just at the jobs he's doing, but actually learning what to do. For example. I asked him to pull all of the tables out and sweep under them with the little push sweeper. You all know what this is, yes? A vacuum without a cord. Every church, school, or company has had or does have one of these! He pulled out a table and then said,"No what?" "Sweep under it" I said. "How?" Mind you, he has the sweeper IN HIS HAND. I make the motion of vacuuming and say" Like that." Good grief.
Anyways, all new kids start out dumb as rocks. Some either grow out of it, or they stay a rock. So, I tell a girl who works there,"This new kid is dumb as rocks." She couldn't hear me so I had to repeat it like 4 times before she got it. Then she says,"Uh, that's my brother." Insert face palm. Let's dig my hole deeper, shall we? I replied,"Really? Well, he's dumb as rocks." GOOD FREAKING GRIEF. What was I thinking?! Who says that right to someones face!? Well, I do. I figured it was better than trying to back peddle. So, now I just have to deal with the results. Which is extreme awkwardness! Ughhh. Oh well. I'll deal with it. Hopefully this boy will prove me wrong and turn into a whip. But, if I'm right, he'll still be a rock. Oh. Let's top this off with the fact that his mother works there too. She is a manager. I am awesome, huh?
Anyways. I though you guys would like to hear about my week since I know you care oh so much! In any case! Thank you as always for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!! Love you!!
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Tantrums, Face-plants, and Vampires OH MY!
It has been way too long since my last post! Oh, I have been dreaming of posting something new for a very long time! I've had ample opportunity, but a few things have been dominating my attentions. Don't worry! I'll share with you what they are! Some are sad, some are hysterical (you will judge me), and some are just exhausting. So! I'll start where anyone should! The beginning!
Anyone who knows me, knows I love my family. I disagree with them at times, but they mean the world to me! I wouldn't ask for a different one. Well, sometimes I would ask for an exchange or refund. But, most of the time I wouldn't! One of the occasions I would have asked for a refund and refused my service ever again was a couple of weeks ago. The walls at my house are very VERY thin. You can whisper something and the person in the room next to you can hear it. Well, my brother had gone to Virginia for 2 months which I couldn't have been happier about. He came home early. That was devastating. He has a temper. He has an ego. So you can see why this is a problem.
One day, he decided to turn his music up very very loudly. It's not a type of music that people want to listen to all the time. Unless you're him of course. I had already been to work that day (it was my 6 a.m. shift so I was home by 11). And I've been sick off and on for the last couple of months. So, when I came home, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was doing absolutely fine with that plan until my sister came down the stairs screaming and yelling, pounding on something! Then she yelled to me,"SIDNEY! DO YOU HEAR THAT?!" I said, "I'm trying to sleeeeeep!" But, when my sister is upset, I have to help. She told me how she had sent a text to my brother asking him to turn down his music. He put the speakers over the air vent (which is right over her room) and turned it up louder. So she went up and told him to turn it off. He wouldn't.
Let me tell you: tired and vengeful are not a good combination. I was shaking when I went upstairs to tell him to turn it down. It's such a simple request! I did NOT understand why he had to be such a jerk about it! He wouldn't listen to me either. So I went to the power box and turned the power to his room off. He got smart and went into my parents room and turned it up again. So I got smart and turned theirs off too. He got pissed this time. He stormed down the stairs. I had myself braced at the bottom arms in front of my chest, ready to block him from coming down anymore. He was having none of that. He shoved me hard against the wall and almost knocked down one of the blessing dresses of mine and my sisters from off the wall. (Not an easy fix).
I stepped in front of him again and he pushed me hard again. So, we all ran to the power box and my sister and I tried to hold it closed while he pushed her and he elbowed me. All the while, we're screaming at him to just keep his music down! That he's not the only person living in this house! How he should be considerate of everyone else living there. Well, after he'd pushed me over and over, he turned and grabbed my arms really hard and started yelling in my face," YOU'RE SO LAZY! GET UP AND DO SOMETHING! GO EXERCISE!" He pushed me again. My sister and I gave up and he turned it back on then went upstairs. We were both fuming! So, we continued our discussion about our brother who was telling us WE were lazy when he himself had no job, and had spent the last 3 days playing Mario on the Wii. He came back downstairs and we said for him to just go upstairs and how we didn't even want to see him. Being the ass that he is, he said," Well you guys should just get out of bed! It's 1 in the afternoon!" I told him, "I already went to work today! I'm tired! I want a nap! I don't want to see you! You pushed me! You're NOT supposed to do that to your sister!!" His reply was this: "That's what you do when someones in your way Sid. You push them. Especially when it's a fat ass like you."
I have NEVER screamed that loud in my life. I punched him in the arm twice and chased him up the stairs, yelling that he's worthless and crap the entire time. Then I started crying. I hate crying. It's noisy and I do not look cute crying!
Anyways, after that I wanted nothing more than to leave. I was going to be house sitting that weekend so I just needed to leave until then. I looked at hotel rooms and decided I couldn't afford to pay for one, even for a few days. Luckily, the person I was house sitting for read her itinerary wrong and I got to come up a day early!
Those 10 days were the most blissful days. I was by myself. I got to sleep! Nobody was yelling at me or telling me to do something. Of course, the most exciting thing was I got to be away from my brother. With that, we'll go to reason-I-haven't-blogged number 2!
Like I said! I was by myself for 10 days! That wasn't something I minded. But, by the 4th day, I was getting bored of everything I was doing. So! I signed up for one of the most awful sites ever. Plenty of Fish. It's a dating website if the name isn't clear enough. But! based on my brothers comments and being alone, I figured, eh, stupid guys telling me I'm hot? I could deal with the confidence boost.
Let me tell you. Online dating isn't something that I support. There are too many people who lie, and too many people pretending that they're one thing only to turn out and be other completely different person. Still! Bored! Besides, you can only watch Vampire Diaries so many times before you have to do something else WHILE watching it! I love that show. You all know that. Anyways, so this website has been my entertainment for the last few weeks. You can meet some decent people though it's nothing something to base a relationship off of. Though, that's how my sister and her fiance met so whatever.
The other reason I haven't blogged is because I'm now doing two jobs again. I honestly don't remember if I mentioned that in my last blog. But! I am! I'm working at Target still, and also at the oh so glamorous Arby's. I must REALLY love wearing red. But! While I was house sitting, I took time off from Arby's because the drive was too far. The sad thing is my paycheck is going to be really REALLY small because I didn't work there again this week. Bad news. Oh well though. I'll make it.
Now, I believe I've told everyone these two stories already, but if I haven't I want to recap! I have a lovely scrape on my foot and a HUGE bruise on my butt from falling! What was the cause of these falls you ask?! Bugs. The one on my foot was caused by a bee! I was running for my life from one and I tripped on a step and fell FLAT on my face! The one on my butt is from falling in the shower because a SPIDER was right next to me! I totally slipped and hit my butt on the knob that turns the water on. Man that one hurt. I thought I was going to throw up! Funny though!
Well! That is all for tonight! But! Don't worry! I'll post sooner this time! I won't wait more than a month for the next one! I'll have to tell you all about the wedding plans for my sister! (Her fiance is joining the Navy so they moved their wedding up to September of this year. BTW SHE WENT DRESS SHOPPING WITHOUT ME!! I cried about that too. Who does that?!?! Goes shopping for their wedding dress without their twin sister?!?!) In any case! There will be more to come! I love you all!!
Anyone who knows me, knows I love my family. I disagree with them at times, but they mean the world to me! I wouldn't ask for a different one. Well, sometimes I would ask for an exchange or refund. But, most of the time I wouldn't! One of the occasions I would have asked for a refund and refused my service ever again was a couple of weeks ago. The walls at my house are very VERY thin. You can whisper something and the person in the room next to you can hear it. Well, my brother had gone to Virginia for 2 months which I couldn't have been happier about. He came home early. That was devastating. He has a temper. He has an ego. So you can see why this is a problem.
One day, he decided to turn his music up very very loudly. It's not a type of music that people want to listen to all the time. Unless you're him of course. I had already been to work that day (it was my 6 a.m. shift so I was home by 11). And I've been sick off and on for the last couple of months. So, when I came home, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was doing absolutely fine with that plan until my sister came down the stairs screaming and yelling, pounding on something! Then she yelled to me,"SIDNEY! DO YOU HEAR THAT?!" I said, "I'm trying to sleeeeeep!" But, when my sister is upset, I have to help. She told me how she had sent a text to my brother asking him to turn down his music. He put the speakers over the air vent (which is right over her room) and turned it up louder. So she went up and told him to turn it off. He wouldn't.
Let me tell you: tired and vengeful are not a good combination. I was shaking when I went upstairs to tell him to turn it down. It's such a simple request! I did NOT understand why he had to be such a jerk about it! He wouldn't listen to me either. So I went to the power box and turned the power to his room off. He got smart and went into my parents room and turned it up again. So I got smart and turned theirs off too. He got pissed this time. He stormed down the stairs. I had myself braced at the bottom arms in front of my chest, ready to block him from coming down anymore. He was having none of that. He shoved me hard against the wall and almost knocked down one of the blessing dresses of mine and my sisters from off the wall. (Not an easy fix).
I stepped in front of him again and he pushed me hard again. So, we all ran to the power box and my sister and I tried to hold it closed while he pushed her and he elbowed me. All the while, we're screaming at him to just keep his music down! That he's not the only person living in this house! How he should be considerate of everyone else living there. Well, after he'd pushed me over and over, he turned and grabbed my arms really hard and started yelling in my face," YOU'RE SO LAZY! GET UP AND DO SOMETHING! GO EXERCISE!" He pushed me again. My sister and I gave up and he turned it back on then went upstairs. We were both fuming! So, we continued our discussion about our brother who was telling us WE were lazy when he himself had no job, and had spent the last 3 days playing Mario on the Wii. He came back downstairs and we said for him to just go upstairs and how we didn't even want to see him. Being the ass that he is, he said," Well you guys should just get out of bed! It's 1 in the afternoon!" I told him, "I already went to work today! I'm tired! I want a nap! I don't want to see you! You pushed me! You're NOT supposed to do that to your sister!!" His reply was this: "That's what you do when someones in your way Sid. You push them. Especially when it's a fat ass like you."
I have NEVER screamed that loud in my life. I punched him in the arm twice and chased him up the stairs, yelling that he's worthless and crap the entire time. Then I started crying. I hate crying. It's noisy and I do not look cute crying!
Anyways, after that I wanted nothing more than to leave. I was going to be house sitting that weekend so I just needed to leave until then. I looked at hotel rooms and decided I couldn't afford to pay for one, even for a few days. Luckily, the person I was house sitting for read her itinerary wrong and I got to come up a day early!
Those 10 days were the most blissful days. I was by myself. I got to sleep! Nobody was yelling at me or telling me to do something. Of course, the most exciting thing was I got to be away from my brother. With that, we'll go to reason-I-haven't-blogged number 2!
Like I said! I was by myself for 10 days! That wasn't something I minded. But, by the 4th day, I was getting bored of everything I was doing. So! I signed up for one of the most awful sites ever. Plenty of Fish. It's a dating website if the name isn't clear enough. But! based on my brothers comments and being alone, I figured, eh, stupid guys telling me I'm hot? I could deal with the confidence boost.
Let me tell you. Online dating isn't something that I support. There are too many people who lie, and too many people pretending that they're one thing only to turn out and be other completely different person. Still! Bored! Besides, you can only watch Vampire Diaries so many times before you have to do something else WHILE watching it! I love that show. You all know that. Anyways, so this website has been my entertainment for the last few weeks. You can meet some decent people though it's nothing something to base a relationship off of. Though, that's how my sister and her fiance met so whatever.
The other reason I haven't blogged is because I'm now doing two jobs again. I honestly don't remember if I mentioned that in my last blog. But! I am! I'm working at Target still, and also at the oh so glamorous Arby's. I must REALLY love wearing red. But! While I was house sitting, I took time off from Arby's because the drive was too far. The sad thing is my paycheck is going to be really REALLY small because I didn't work there again this week. Bad news. Oh well though. I'll make it.
Now, I believe I've told everyone these two stories already, but if I haven't I want to recap! I have a lovely scrape on my foot and a HUGE bruise on my butt from falling! What was the cause of these falls you ask?! Bugs. The one on my foot was caused by a bee! I was running for my life from one and I tripped on a step and fell FLAT on my face! The one on my butt is from falling in the shower because a SPIDER was right next to me! I totally slipped and hit my butt on the knob that turns the water on. Man that one hurt. I thought I was going to throw up! Funny though!
Well! That is all for tonight! But! Don't worry! I'll post sooner this time! I won't wait more than a month for the next one! I'll have to tell you all about the wedding plans for my sister! (Her fiance is joining the Navy so they moved their wedding up to September of this year. BTW SHE WENT DRESS SHOPPING WITHOUT ME!! I cried about that too. Who does that?!?! Goes shopping for their wedding dress without their twin sister?!?!) In any case! There will be more to come! I love you all!!
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