I really took a sabbatical from writing for a while. Ok, so about two years. I know I am a horrible human being for those of you who I see really enjoy my writing. I have decided to write a whole new blog because my life is SO DIFFERENT! Now, if you want to see what the hell has been going on with me be sure to go to theklaverkronicles.blogspot.com I promise I will be so much better at keeping up with my blogs. Oh, and I should warn you...my blogs are a little more raw on my new platform because I have changed. I am over trying to be someone I am totally not.
So for the 10,000 people who happen upon my blog each month... go check out my new blog! YOU CAN CLICK HERE!
I really miss all of you. Seriously, I know you probably have missed me too.
the end.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
FINALLY! My first blog of 2013!
If you know me personally then chances are you are one of my small group of friends on Facebook. (All 718 or so of them.) So for those of you who do not and happen to stumble across my blog and find it interesting enough to keep up with then here's what my status has consisted of every few weeks for the last few months...
"I really want to blog...I really do but I just can't get this crap to flow out of my finger-tips."
Yes, I really have put that up a few times. And yes, I am aware that it probably got old. But I have great news. I finally have figured out what I am going to write. I am going to write about what an adventure I have had in the last twelve months of my life because it really was a big year of changes and craziness.
So here's in a nutshell what I did....
I went to Arizona twice this year. Which is awesome. I love being able to go home and spend time with some of my favorite people.
I got to visit my little slice of heaven and spend some quality time with my beach family. I miss them terribly. I never knew how much I loved them until I had to leave them one last time this past summer. My heart is definitely bigger know that I had the chance to see them again.
I got to spend another birthday with my dad. Which made me realize how lucky I am to have him no matter how crazy we get with each other.
I got to meet some of the best people on the planet. Amazingly enough they are still some of the best friends that I could have ever asked for. And I said to these particular people before I left that I would not just come up and visit just anyone. Of course, they were awesome enough that we made sure to see each other one last time before I moved to Florida.
Oh yeah, I moved to Florida!!! Ok, ok, I should probably rewind a little bit here.
I took a trip to Florida. Then I decided while I was visiting that I totally wanted to move here. I got to see Downtown Disney for the first time. I went to Miami and spent some time with an old dear friend of mine that I have known for what feels like forever. I got to see my family and realize that I love them so much more than I remember.
I got to add some members to my family which are the most terrific people that I know. I am so lucky to have them and know that we are going to be part of each others lives for a very long time.
I got to see my little brother make me more proud of him than ever. He has grown up to be such an amazing person. I wish that I could be half the person that he is. He is such a great father and now he is a terrific role model for his son. He has over come more than almost anyone that I know will ever have to over come and he has accomplished more in one year than most people will in their entire life. He is my little brother always, no matter how old we get. So proud of him. The best part is we talk every day. Seldom, do we ever miss a phone call or at least a text message.
I got to see my entire family together in the same place for something amazing. Which getting us all in one place at the same time is amazing in itself.
Lola, is spending some much needed quality time with her Grandpa and Grandma and Auntie Britty while I get settled and am ready to show her that she gets to go to the dog park every day that it doesn't rain because the weather in Florida is amazing!!! Plus, soon she may have a little brother or sister to play with. We will have to see what the Boxer Rescue has available when we are ready! :)
I gained some friends and definitely cleaned out a lot of people from my life that I thought were friends but were definitely just really bad influences on my life. It is amazing how much growing up you can do as a person and see that some people that you were really good friends with can still be stuck in high school mode or just grew into people that you no longer wish to associate yourself with. But, my consolation prize for growing up is having these amazing people that I can call friends for the rest of my life and feel good about it.
I met Jeremy....over a chair.
This Chair.
Actually, the day after I got to Florida. I met the one guy that everyone likes...including me. :) He is so awesome. I love him. I love his family. He is perfect! The best part is that he LOVES FOOTBALL! Bonus. Seriously hard to find guys that like to watch football anymore. He is my sunshine. Seriously. I didn't even want to date when I moved to Florida. But I guess everything happens for a reason. Even my parents bought him a Christmas gift. My family loves him...they haven't even met him. Well, some haven't. But the ones who have met him really like him. That is one of the most important things to me...that my family likes him as much as I do. Plus, his friends are pretty awesome too. Which I thank goodness that he is just a nice guy all around.
AND!!! I haven't had a cigarette since November 7th. I switched to an e-cig that seems to be a big hit with everyone that sees me smoking it and actually I am looking forward to finally being able to put that down too one day.
Big things are happening this year! I can't wait to see what this year brings!
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So far we have a trip planned to New Jersey to see Jeremy's family and we are going to spend some time in New York City. We are going to get down to South Florida and partake in some fun for a few days. And going to get my Lola-butt and bring her to her new home.
Life is good. Finally.
Oh! And Britney got a hair cut.
The end.
"I really want to blog...I really do but I just can't get this crap to flow out of my finger-tips."
Yes, I really have put that up a few times. And yes, I am aware that it probably got old. But I have great news. I finally have figured out what I am going to write. I am going to write about what an adventure I have had in the last twelve months of my life because it really was a big year of changes and craziness.
So here's in a nutshell what I did....
I went to Arizona twice this year. Which is awesome. I love being able to go home and spend time with some of my favorite people.
I got to visit my little slice of heaven and spend some quality time with my beach family. I miss them terribly. I never knew how much I loved them until I had to leave them one last time this past summer. My heart is definitely bigger know that I had the chance to see them again.
I got to spend another birthday with my dad. Which made me realize how lucky I am to have him no matter how crazy we get with each other.
I got to meet some of the best people on the planet. Amazingly enough they are still some of the best friends that I could have ever asked for. And I said to these particular people before I left that I would not just come up and visit just anyone. Of course, they were awesome enough that we made sure to see each other one last time before I moved to Florida.
Oh yeah, I moved to Florida!!! Ok, ok, I should probably rewind a little bit here.
I took a trip to Florida. Then I decided while I was visiting that I totally wanted to move here. I got to see Downtown Disney for the first time. I went to Miami and spent some time with an old dear friend of mine that I have known for what feels like forever. I got to see my family and realize that I love them so much more than I remember.
I got to add some members to my family which are the most terrific people that I know. I am so lucky to have them and know that we are going to be part of each others lives for a very long time.
I got to see my little brother make me more proud of him than ever. He has grown up to be such an amazing person. I wish that I could be half the person that he is. He is such a great father and now he is a terrific role model for his son. He has over come more than almost anyone that I know will ever have to over come and he has accomplished more in one year than most people will in their entire life. He is my little brother always, no matter how old we get. So proud of him. The best part is we talk every day. Seldom, do we ever miss a phone call or at least a text message.
I got to see my entire family together in the same place for something amazing. Which getting us all in one place at the same time is amazing in itself.
Lola, is spending some much needed quality time with her Grandpa and Grandma and Auntie Britty while I get settled and am ready to show her that she gets to go to the dog park every day that it doesn't rain because the weather in Florida is amazing!!! Plus, soon she may have a little brother or sister to play with. We will have to see what the Boxer Rescue has available when we are ready! :)
I gained some friends and definitely cleaned out a lot of people from my life that I thought were friends but were definitely just really bad influences on my life. It is amazing how much growing up you can do as a person and see that some people that you were really good friends with can still be stuck in high school mode or just grew into people that you no longer wish to associate yourself with. But, my consolation prize for growing up is having these amazing people that I can call friends for the rest of my life and feel good about it.
I met Jeremy....over a chair.
This Chair.
Actually, the day after I got to Florida. I met the one guy that everyone likes...including me. :) He is so awesome. I love him. I love his family. He is perfect! The best part is that he LOVES FOOTBALL! Bonus. Seriously hard to find guys that like to watch football anymore. He is my sunshine. Seriously. I didn't even want to date when I moved to Florida. But I guess everything happens for a reason. Even my parents bought him a Christmas gift. My family loves him...they haven't even met him. Well, some haven't. But the ones who have met him really like him. That is one of the most important things to me...that my family likes him as much as I do. Plus, his friends are pretty awesome too. Which I thank goodness that he is just a nice guy all around.
AND!!! I haven't had a cigarette since November 7th. I switched to an e-cig that seems to be a big hit with everyone that sees me smoking it and actually I am looking forward to finally being able to put that down too one day.
Big things are happening this year! I can't wait to see what this year brings!
<
So far we have a trip planned to New Jersey to see Jeremy's family and we are going to spend some time in New York City. We are going to get down to South Florida and partake in some fun for a few days. And going to get my Lola-butt and bring her to her new home.
Life is good. Finally.
Oh! And Britney got a hair cut.
The end.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Alright, this year...
I cannot believe that we are almost at a close with the year 2012. Did you know that this year is the last year that we will see a date that is repetitive? 12-12-12... Never even thought about it.
This year was a crazy year of growth and change within my family.
My brother and I have both successfully stopped smoking cigarettes. Awesome!
I moved to Florida.
Found the most amazing person on the planet. Well, I stole his chair.
My dad found someone that even my brother and I love to pieces.
My brother no longer works for the commissary anymore... I KNOW RIGHT! YEA BUDDY! So proud.
My family was actually all in the same place at the same time for a great reason this year.
I still haven't cut my hair.
My nephew is growing up so fast!
So this year I am going to make a revolution and really stick to it.
I am going to exercise. I mean, everyday. No matter what happens. I am changing it up people. For my health's sake. I need to.
The end.
This year was a crazy year of growth and change within my family.
My brother and I have both successfully stopped smoking cigarettes. Awesome!
I moved to Florida.
Found the most amazing person on the planet. Well, I stole his chair.
My dad found someone that even my brother and I love to pieces.
My brother no longer works for the commissary anymore... I KNOW RIGHT! YEA BUDDY! So proud.
My family was actually all in the same place at the same time for a great reason this year.
I still haven't cut my hair.
My nephew is growing up so fast!
So this year I am going to make a revolution and really stick to it.
I am going to exercise. I mean, everyday. No matter what happens. I am changing it up people. For my health's sake. I need to.
The end.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Why I "Unliked" WHOF
For those of you who don't know what WHOF stands for it is an acronym for Wipeout Homophobia On Facebook. I originally "liked" this page a few months back because I am a person who strongly believes in treating everyone equally regardless of their lifestyle. If you are gay, straight, or bisexual. I don't care. I am a straight woman who loves all of her friends equally and I believed this page really did some good work showing that we are all just people and deserve to be treated with respect no matter what our beliefs are.
This page was wonderful, it showed pictures of lots of happy couples, gay or straight. I loved seeing the pictures of different people they posted on their "happy couples" albums. Because to me it showed me the amount of happiness that everyone deserves...not just a select few.
If you look closely there are a few pictures in this collage of every type of couple. These are the type of pictures that you can expect to find on this fan page that was created by a few people in the UK that mostly get the word out that it is ok to be who you are. This was a page where no one was judged or crucified for how they believe they wanted their happiness. I am all for the love. Then all in one posting that was changed; I was crushed.
This is the picture that started the whole thing. Obviously, this picture has been photo-shopped very carefully. But I do not believe that the button on her chest was. This is a picture of a woman who is running for some kind of government official in the UK. She is simply doing what she wants to do. She is stating her opinion. Now, I know a lot of you are thinking but Rachel, this is something that you do not believe in. I don't believe that marriage should be just between a man and a woman but that is my opinion. I believe that everyone should have the right to marry who they want to marry and we should not impede on their form of happiness. Now this does not mean that I am going to suddenly decide to marry a female. That just isn't my style. But I am definitely not against it.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I clicked on the picture to see what it was all about. The comments on this picture started to make my blood boil as I read on. I have never at any point in time seen/heard/read any of my own friends that are gay ever use any hateful slanderish comments against people who do not agree with their lifestyle. I know that they are some of the most amazing people on the planet and I have never witnessed them act foolish when it came to anyone disagreeing with their lifestyle. I know it must hurt on the inside, but they walk with their heads held high as they should. I have been so proud of all of them for not participating in the crap that is being posted all over the internet. I am not sure that I could do the same if someone ever spoke to me or treated me differently because they didn't agree with my lifestyle. So they have all proven to be bigger people than me. I think, I must be jaded and really, I have done a great job choosing my friends because the people who were letting these hateful comments fly out of their fingers were unbelievable.
That picture is just a glimpse of what was really said about this woman on this page. And what kills me is that the moderators on the page allowed this. They have an area on facebook fan pages that is called the about section and after I saw some of the harsh things people were saying I explored a little bit. I found this:
What are the rules of membership ?
RULES OF MEMBERSHIP
1.Hate speech is illegal in the UK and most of the free world, and is also against Facebook's rules of use.We will delete any hate speech immediately along with the member who used it. This goes for any personal attacks to admin or members, calls for violence, racist, homophobic, bi-phobic, trans-phobic , sexist remarks or bullying of any nature, this includes the ridicule of people who make grammatical or spelling errors.
2.If you've had a bad day and want someone to take it out on Wipe Out Homophobia is not the place to come, we will not stand for abuse towards any member of the group or the admin team in any way, shape or form,all admin on this group are volunteers and do not deserve some of the disgusting comments and mail sent via Facebook, there will be no discussion on this matter you will simply cease to be a member.
3.If you are unhappy with the amount of posts per day we suggest that you click HIDE in your news feed, as the regularity of posts will not decrease no matter how often you moan, also if you do not like a post, then rather than moaning about the post we would rather you made something that is more to your taste and send it to us and if it's any good we shall use it, we call this "put up or shut up".
4.The group is here to have links to homophobic groups, pages and profiles removed from Facebook, we have been successful at this with over 3000 removed in our short life, and countless thousands of pictures and comments have been removed for containing hate speech, if you do not wish to have hate speech removed from Facebook you've joined the wrong group.
Now, after having read that I was shocked and completely appalled that the moderators on this page would post this picture up as a free-for-all to bash the daylights out of her. Don't get me wrong as I mentioned previously, I believe you should be able to marry who you want to marry. But this kills me that they would dangled a piece of chicken in a pool full of alligators. It was like the lynching mob came out and wanted to "kill the beast." If they posted this and thought nothing of this sort would happen then they were excuse my language....FUCKING IDIOTS. I was so upset that I decided to comment on this photograph as well. And before my comment was buried under the hundreds of comments that came I saw that I actually had the most likes on my comment.
Here's the screen shot with my posting on the top.
Just in case you can't read what I wrote....I copied it for your reading pleasure: No, the badge is a simple showing of her opinion. Which she is entitled to. You guys calling her names are just as bad as someone calling someone out for being gay. I liked this page because it was about the love. But after seeing this petty post to allow a free for all on someone's opinion. I will unlike it. I'm about equal rights, not slaughter at differing opinion. If you don't like her don't vote for her. But don't crucify her either because then you are just as guilty.
All of this has gotten completely out of hand and honestly has started a war between people in the craziest of ways. What's worse is that this is actually going on in the rest of the world as well and is NOT OK. I used to think this page was a great way of showing the love until they threw someone under the bus. If you are so for equal rights then don't beat someone up over their beliefs. Because now you just look like the pot calling the kettle black. Where is the love in that?
Shortly after I copied what I wanted to write about because well, I can use their material because it was not copyrighted and well, what are they going to do about it? I went up to the top of their page and "unliked" it. Don't get mad at someone who advertises what they believe when you do the same thing by wearing "pride buttons" or anything of that nature. I believe in equal rights...and that is it. Is that not what this fight is all about to begin with? Equality? Think about it. If that's what you want then that is how you should act. Equal rights has no boundaries...yes it even has room for people who disagree with certain lifestyles.
The end.
This page was wonderful, it showed pictures of lots of happy couples, gay or straight. I loved seeing the pictures of different people they posted on their "happy couples" albums. Because to me it showed me the amount of happiness that everyone deserves...not just a select few.
If you look closely there are a few pictures in this collage of every type of couple. These are the type of pictures that you can expect to find on this fan page that was created by a few people in the UK that mostly get the word out that it is ok to be who you are. This was a page where no one was judged or crucified for how they believe they wanted their happiness. I am all for the love. Then all in one posting that was changed; I was crushed.
This is the picture that started the whole thing. Obviously, this picture has been photo-shopped very carefully. But I do not believe that the button on her chest was. This is a picture of a woman who is running for some kind of government official in the UK. She is simply doing what she wants to do. She is stating her opinion. Now, I know a lot of you are thinking but Rachel, this is something that you do not believe in. I don't believe that marriage should be just between a man and a woman but that is my opinion. I believe that everyone should have the right to marry who they want to marry and we should not impede on their form of happiness. Now this does not mean that I am going to suddenly decide to marry a female. That just isn't my style. But I am definitely not against it.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I clicked on the picture to see what it was all about. The comments on this picture started to make my blood boil as I read on. I have never at any point in time seen/heard/read any of my own friends that are gay ever use any hateful slanderish comments against people who do not agree with their lifestyle. I know that they are some of the most amazing people on the planet and I have never witnessed them act foolish when it came to anyone disagreeing with their lifestyle. I know it must hurt on the inside, but they walk with their heads held high as they should. I have been so proud of all of them for not participating in the crap that is being posted all over the internet. I am not sure that I could do the same if someone ever spoke to me or treated me differently because they didn't agree with my lifestyle. So they have all proven to be bigger people than me. I think, I must be jaded and really, I have done a great job choosing my friends because the people who were letting these hateful comments fly out of their fingers were unbelievable.
That picture is just a glimpse of what was really said about this woman on this page. And what kills me is that the moderators on the page allowed this. They have an area on facebook fan pages that is called the about section and after I saw some of the harsh things people were saying I explored a little bit. I found this:
Now, after having read that I was shocked and completely appalled that the moderators on this page would post this picture up as a free-for-all to bash the daylights out of her. Don't get me wrong as I mentioned previously, I believe you should be able to marry who you want to marry. But this kills me that they would dangled a piece of chicken in a pool full of alligators. It was like the lynching mob came out and wanted to "kill the beast." If they posted this and thought nothing of this sort would happen then they were excuse my language....FUCKING IDIOTS. I was so upset that I decided to comment on this photograph as well. And before my comment was buried under the hundreds of comments that came I saw that I actually had the most likes on my comment.
Here's the screen shot with my posting on the top.
Just in case you can't read what I wrote....I copied it for your reading pleasure: No, the badge is a simple showing of her opinion. Which she is entitled to. You guys calling her names are just as bad as someone calling someone out for being gay. I liked this page because it was about the love. But after seeing this petty post to allow a free for all on someone's opinion. I will unlike it. I'm about equal rights, not slaughter at differing opinion. If you don't like her don't vote for her. But don't crucify her either because then you are just as guilty.
All of this has gotten completely out of hand and honestly has started a war between people in the craziest of ways. What's worse is that this is actually going on in the rest of the world as well and is NOT OK. I used to think this page was a great way of showing the love until they threw someone under the bus. If you are so for equal rights then don't beat someone up over their beliefs. Because now you just look like the pot calling the kettle black. Where is the love in that?
Shortly after I copied what I wanted to write about because well, I can use their material because it was not copyrighted and well, what are they going to do about it? I went up to the top of their page and "unliked" it. Don't get mad at someone who advertises what they believe when you do the same thing by wearing "pride buttons" or anything of that nature. I believe in equal rights...and that is it. Is that not what this fight is all about to begin with? Equality? Think about it. If that's what you want then that is how you should act. Equal rights has no boundaries...yes it even has room for people who disagree with certain lifestyles.
The end.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Silence is Golden
Well, last night I was supposed to go to the Fine Swiss Cheese concert...that didn't work out because of the crazy weather. Gosh, nature, hate it. So instead I got to go see Batman: The Dark Knight. It was a great movie and man, AMC really knows how to make sure you have a true "experience" in their theaters.
Like everyone else we packed up our "illegal" candy and headed to the theater. Nothing out of the ordinary, except as an American who is really feeling this economy I think it is outright preposterous that it costs $45 dollars for three people to go to the movies...and that doesn't even include the snacks that you buy once you get inside. I really feel bad for those high school boys that take girls out to movies now. They must have to save up their allowance for a very long time. Maybe that is why a lot of boys in that age group avoid having girlfriends until they have a job, because they can't afford it. And when we got the to snack bar, forget it. But us being the family that we are, we love to eat and be merry. Meaning that, aside from our illegal snack foods that we snuck into the theater via the infamous "spoon" bag. We really are what my dad calls: "Gluttons for punishment."
So we are standing at the counter and I take a picture of the menu in front of us because I realize that we have ordered probably the most death defying combo meal that they have. I mean literally, and I posted this one my facebook immediately because I am thinking to myself how the hell do we see the calories listed and not think twice about ordering something that could potentially feed our bodies for a day and a half. The combo consisted of two large sodas and a large popcorn that you can get a free refill on. Doesn't seem too bad right??? Except the calorie range on this amazing snack that happens to be the most popular which by the way high school boys that is also going to be an additional $19.50 plus tax to your already $30 date. Better close in on that prize and make sure that girl puts out dude. Just saying.
Alright, back to the calories. The calories are not just a set amount it is a range....and this is a massive range. It literally says calories: 950-3110. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? How do you have a 2000 calorie difference in this crap. A friend of mine says it could be the difference of Diet Coke vs. Regular Coke. So naturally, I ordered a Cherry Coke with my meal. Even better, when we got the popcorn we put extra badness on it and literally I could hear my arteries screaming "NOOO!!!!" But oh yes, I ate a lot of it. So I say, forget you 3110 calories...If I am gonna eat that many calories I am going to make it count.
So finally we make it into the theater. We sit down and after about two minutes we notice...the advertising is lacking. This is my specialty for those of you who have no idea what I do for a living...I advertise for attorneys. They are very particular about everything and so therefore, I am a "hag" when it comes to marketing. This "vicious cycle" as my dad puts it, of 30 second marketing was called "First Look." It kept playing over and over. So I decided to go out and mention it to the kids at the counter when I stepped out to smoke because Batman is a three hour movie...and there not a smoker on this planet would be okay with sitting in the theater, no matter how good of a movie, for three hours without wanting to scream. I was the hero when I came back for about 30 seconds and they magically added in another part of the loop. Only to go back to the original beginning of the first loop of advertising. Well played AMC worker. Well played. You have just pushed the rest of us over that edge of insanity and anxiety that we all were feeling about being in the theater to begin with after that tragic event last week.
Alright, now to the movie. I am not going to spoil anything for anyone so I am just going to say this...epic movie. I love you Batman. I want to have your tiny bat babies...because you are Christian Bale. Seriously though, if you haven't seen it you need to watch it in IMAX because it is amazing.
So during this epic event that I was witnessing along with everyone else in this giant awesomeness that is the IMAX there was one part of the movie and I mean only about 4 seconds of silence in a scene...now when I say this, there is no way in hell this person hasn't already seen this movie and just knew at what point the silence would occur. So imagine this...the stereo quality in this theater is so amazing that you literally couldn't hear anything other than the movie. Then, silence. Then this person decides to "rip some major ass" in the theater. WHO DOES THAT????
Almost immediately I look to my left past my dad's girlfriend at him to die laughing. Because I automatically assume that it was him. I know, shame on me. But he looks at me with this crazed look in his eye and we all start cracking up. I am not sure how no one else in this theater didn't hear that. I mean, there were a group of younger kids sitting behind us and they didn't hear it. Now I am fairly certain that Paramount spent a grip of money on sound effects and they didn't need any help with it. We are dying laughing at this point and I cannot believe that no one else heard this but us.
This just goes to show that our family talks about bowel movements way too much; that out of everyone in the theater that could have heard this epic event of flatulence, we did. I mean, this movie was so loud that you would think that this person would have just let it rip during the fight scenes or something. No. They waited until the perfect moment. And we were the only ones who reacted to it.
I am not even sure that I remember the majority of the 3 hours of Batman awesomeness. The only part I remember was the silence...then the interruption.
The moral of this story is...if you are going to spend $90 on a date with Batman, make sure that you remember that silence in the movie is golden. Unfortunately, this guy didn't believe in that rule. I mean, they have a rule that you have to silence your cell phone in the movie...why don't you have to silence your poop shoot?
The end.
Like everyone else we packed up our "illegal" candy and headed to the theater. Nothing out of the ordinary, except as an American who is really feeling this economy I think it is outright preposterous that it costs $45 dollars for three people to go to the movies...and that doesn't even include the snacks that you buy once you get inside. I really feel bad for those high school boys that take girls out to movies now. They must have to save up their allowance for a very long time. Maybe that is why a lot of boys in that age group avoid having girlfriends until they have a job, because they can't afford it. And when we got the to snack bar, forget it. But us being the family that we are, we love to eat and be merry. Meaning that, aside from our illegal snack foods that we snuck into the theater via the infamous "spoon" bag. We really are what my dad calls: "Gluttons for punishment."
So we are standing at the counter and I take a picture of the menu in front of us because I realize that we have ordered probably the most death defying combo meal that they have. I mean literally, and I posted this one my facebook immediately because I am thinking to myself how the hell do we see the calories listed and not think twice about ordering something that could potentially feed our bodies for a day and a half. The combo consisted of two large sodas and a large popcorn that you can get a free refill on. Doesn't seem too bad right??? Except the calorie range on this amazing snack that happens to be the most popular which by the way high school boys that is also going to be an additional $19.50 plus tax to your already $30 date. Better close in on that prize and make sure that girl puts out dude. Just saying.
Alright, back to the calories. The calories are not just a set amount it is a range....and this is a massive range. It literally says calories: 950-3110. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? How do you have a 2000 calorie difference in this crap. A friend of mine says it could be the difference of Diet Coke vs. Regular Coke. So naturally, I ordered a Cherry Coke with my meal. Even better, when we got the popcorn we put extra badness on it and literally I could hear my arteries screaming "NOOO!!!!" But oh yes, I ate a lot of it. So I say, forget you 3110 calories...If I am gonna eat that many calories I am going to make it count.
So finally we make it into the theater. We sit down and after about two minutes we notice...the advertising is lacking. This is my specialty for those of you who have no idea what I do for a living...I advertise for attorneys. They are very particular about everything and so therefore, I am a "hag" when it comes to marketing. This "vicious cycle" as my dad puts it, of 30 second marketing was called "First Look." It kept playing over and over. So I decided to go out and mention it to the kids at the counter when I stepped out to smoke because Batman is a three hour movie...and there not a smoker on this planet would be okay with sitting in the theater, no matter how good of a movie, for three hours without wanting to scream. I was the hero when I came back for about 30 seconds and they magically added in another part of the loop. Only to go back to the original beginning of the first loop of advertising. Well played AMC worker. Well played. You have just pushed the rest of us over that edge of insanity and anxiety that we all were feeling about being in the theater to begin with after that tragic event last week.
Alright, now to the movie. I am not going to spoil anything for anyone so I am just going to say this...epic movie. I love you Batman. I want to have your tiny bat babies...because you are Christian Bale. Seriously though, if you haven't seen it you need to watch it in IMAX because it is amazing.
So during this epic event that I was witnessing along with everyone else in this giant awesomeness that is the IMAX there was one part of the movie and I mean only about 4 seconds of silence in a scene...now when I say this, there is no way in hell this person hasn't already seen this movie and just knew at what point the silence would occur. So imagine this...the stereo quality in this theater is so amazing that you literally couldn't hear anything other than the movie. Then, silence. Then this person decides to "rip some major ass" in the theater. WHO DOES THAT????
Almost immediately I look to my left past my dad's girlfriend at him to die laughing. Because I automatically assume that it was him. I know, shame on me. But he looks at me with this crazed look in his eye and we all start cracking up. I am not sure how no one else in this theater didn't hear that. I mean, there were a group of younger kids sitting behind us and they didn't hear it. Now I am fairly certain that Paramount spent a grip of money on sound effects and they didn't need any help with it. We are dying laughing at this point and I cannot believe that no one else heard this but us.
This just goes to show that our family talks about bowel movements way too much; that out of everyone in the theater that could have heard this epic event of flatulence, we did. I mean, this movie was so loud that you would think that this person would have just let it rip during the fight scenes or something. No. They waited until the perfect moment. And we were the only ones who reacted to it.
I am not even sure that I remember the majority of the 3 hours of Batman awesomeness. The only part I remember was the silence...then the interruption.
The moral of this story is...if you are going to spend $90 on a date with Batman, make sure that you remember that silence in the movie is golden. Unfortunately, this guy didn't believe in that rule. I mean, they have a rule that you have to silence your cell phone in the movie...why don't you have to silence your poop shoot?
The end.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Haircuts Are Over-Rated
I have decided that I was going to make myself a deal...since the last time I had a haircut was for my birthday. I have decided that I am not going to get a haircut again until my next birthday. I am just curious to see how long my hair will get over a twelve month time span.
Also, I have decided that since I am going to be doing this I will not staighten my hair as much to prevent anymore damage to it. This way after I move to Florida I can enjoy "beach" hair a little more. I miss having my really long hair and I got a lot of compliments on it. Then one day I was a huge idiot and decided to let someone cut all of it off and not save any of it.
And since a lot of my friends are doing things to help out a great cause in finding the cure for Cancer I have decided that the next time I get a hair cut I am going to donate it to Locks-Of-Love. So since I have decided I want to keep my hair long I will have a lot of growing to do.
Looking back at a few pictures it was actually almost five years ago since I had my hair really long. Check me out.
My hair was down to my butt in this picture even though you can't see it.
I sent this to the chosen one and he said exactly this: "Holy shit, sexy...I love the long hair." So it is on like Donkey Kong. The end.
Also, I have decided that since I am going to be doing this I will not staighten my hair as much to prevent anymore damage to it. This way after I move to Florida I can enjoy "beach" hair a little more. I miss having my really long hair and I got a lot of compliments on it. Then one day I was a huge idiot and decided to let someone cut all of it off and not save any of it.
And since a lot of my friends are doing things to help out a great cause in finding the cure for Cancer I have decided that the next time I get a hair cut I am going to donate it to Locks-Of-Love. So since I have decided I want to keep my hair long I will have a lot of growing to do.
Looking back at a few pictures it was actually almost five years ago since I had my hair really long. Check me out.
I sent this to the chosen one and he said exactly this: "Holy shit, sexy...I love the long hair." So it is on like Donkey Kong. The end.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
No freaking chocolates...roller coasters.
Sometimes I write about what is most important in my life. But then someone(s) can change the way that I see things in the most minuscule of moments.
What I mean is simply this: Life isn't about what you have in it, it is who you have in your life that is of the utmost importance.
Things that are material are not going to create those memories that we all talk about. It's the people that were with you in these moments that are truly worth hearing about. Think about it this way. When you tell anyone a story you are almost never talking about the material things that were present in that moment. You are always speaking about the people that were there to make that moment in time happen. The part that interests us the most in stories that we share with one another is, who else is in the picture that you are painting for me with your outlandish story.
These stories can be about happiness, bitterness, surprise, sadness, good times, bad times, fun times...this list could go on forever. But the one thing they will all have in common is someone else or another breathing being (in my case my dog is in it a lot) helped make it happen.
Who is it that makes the most vivid memories for you? Mine are always on my mind. All the time, because my mind...man, if you could turn my memories into a ride it would be like the best roller coaster ride on the planet. I would have falls and loops and curves and straight-a-ways like no ones business. But if you think about how a roller coaster is designed it never goes backwards, yes even the ones that you ride backwards...it is always going forward technically in a continuous motion. All of this would be done at a million miles an hour because that is the speed of most of our lives. My roller coaster stops and some people get off the ride and some stay on for the thrill of it all, the others want to see what the heck the ride is all about so they jump on when the ride stops to allow other people on.
The roller coaster reference is me saying a few things. First, that you can blink and miss a memory forever. Second, that this roller coaster is never boring. Third, the passengers change and some are permanent riders...like someone with a year long pass that goes for the ride everyday regardless of how ridiculous it might get. The point is that your roller coaster will always have passengers on it. But the things you cannot bring on a roller coaster are material items that can fly out of the car that you are strapped into because you will lose it, drop it on someone or break it.
Make those memories with everyone who is in your life. You never know when their tracks will come to an end. You never know when your roller coaster will run out of track either. Because in these stories that we share with one another it is almost never what was there but usually who. I don't care what Forrest Gump's mama said...there are no freaking chocolates in my life only roller coasters. Who's on yours?
The end.
What I mean is simply this: Life isn't about what you have in it, it is who you have in your life that is of the utmost importance.
Things that are material are not going to create those memories that we all talk about. It's the people that were with you in these moments that are truly worth hearing about. Think about it this way. When you tell anyone a story you are almost never talking about the material things that were present in that moment. You are always speaking about the people that were there to make that moment in time happen. The part that interests us the most in stories that we share with one another is, who else is in the picture that you are painting for me with your outlandish story.
These stories can be about happiness, bitterness, surprise, sadness, good times, bad times, fun times...this list could go on forever. But the one thing they will all have in common is someone else or another breathing being (in my case my dog is in it a lot) helped make it happen.
Who is it that makes the most vivid memories for you? Mine are always on my mind. All the time, because my mind...man, if you could turn my memories into a ride it would be like the best roller coaster ride on the planet. I would have falls and loops and curves and straight-a-ways like no ones business. But if you think about how a roller coaster is designed it never goes backwards, yes even the ones that you ride backwards...it is always going forward technically in a continuous motion. All of this would be done at a million miles an hour because that is the speed of most of our lives. My roller coaster stops and some people get off the ride and some stay on for the thrill of it all, the others want to see what the heck the ride is all about so they jump on when the ride stops to allow other people on.
The roller coaster reference is me saying a few things. First, that you can blink and miss a memory forever. Second, that this roller coaster is never boring. Third, the passengers change and some are permanent riders...like someone with a year long pass that goes for the ride everyday regardless of how ridiculous it might get. The point is that your roller coaster will always have passengers on it. But the things you cannot bring on a roller coaster are material items that can fly out of the car that you are strapped into because you will lose it, drop it on someone or break it.
Make those memories with everyone who is in your life. You never know when their tracks will come to an end. You never know when your roller coaster will run out of track either. Because in these stories that we share with one another it is almost never what was there but usually who. I don't care what Forrest Gump's mama said...there are no freaking chocolates in my life only roller coasters. Who's on yours?
The end.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Guys VS. Girls: What's idyllic?
So this conversation took place a few nights ago with a few friends of mine at our favorite place, Brick House Tavern. And of course it starts with one of the guys telling us about a crazy girl that won't just stop. Even after she asked him the chances of her having a relationship with her and he flat out said NO. Give it up girl..you are giving us a bad rep.
So he proceeds to tell us that she is just not what he is looking for in a girl...naturally the other guy sitting at the table makes mention of her not being attractive and we get into a discussion of what we find attractive. So all of the girls at the table agree...being a fireman is definitely number one on the list of being attractive. Something about those blue uniforms and the big suspenders that hold up their yellow/black fire pants gets us a little fired up. I am pretty sure I have said something along the lines of, "Help I'm on fire! Come put me out." To a fireman that I know and he was all for being on his way. Heart him. He does make my heart wanna pound out of my chest at times.
Then we proceed to talk about celebrity hotness and a female at our table shows a picture of Ryan Reynolds with his shirt off. Uh, yes, one please. This sparks up a completely different path in the conversation. One of the guys at the table says, and is very specific in this description. "If a girl comes in, has her shit together, looks like she works out, and has some high lights in her hair...it makes me wanna go to the gym and get ripped so I have a chance with that girl." But a female perspective also came to the table.
"Any woman with half a brain knows that she is never going to end up with a dude that looks like Ryan Reynolds. Which is why we drool over average guys that are in fireman uniforms, cop uniforms, military uniforms, cowboy stuff..and even lumber jacks." So this whole conversation that we are having starts to take a turn to what is achievable as far as a partner goes and what is what we all know as 'wet dreams' of the idyllic partner. It even went so far as to describe what girls find sexy in a guy. Oddly enough and this guy flipped on us when we said that we know that firemen don't make a lot of money but we don't care. We want to be with someone like them because money doesn't matter. Don't get that twisted though, if you are a dude that rocks a McDonald's uniform to work, that is not exactly the type of uniform that we find hot. The point is money isn't everything but it is nice to have a little. This particular friend of ours has a lot of money and some nice things but that doesn't always make you attractive and that is what point we were making to him.
So as I am sitting back and joining into the conversation every so often...because when I get into the I wanna take notes so I can blog about this very conversation mode I want to listen and I am like a Butterfly and cannot keep my mind on track of what point I am trying to make. (Hence the awful run-on sentence you just read.) I realized one very perceptive thing that I have a feeling the other two girls at the table failed to realize...one guy in particular is actually doing homework. He wants to know what makes average, attractive girls that happen to be his friends tick inside our devious minds. Which brings me to my next point in this random A.D.D. type of conversation that our group of friends have often. You know that you are just not friends with ugly people. You are all friends simply based on the fact that you were attracted to them in some way. If you like their smile or their awesome personality, the point is we as people, do not have ugly friends in our eyes. Which is sweet and kind of funny all at the same time.
Alright, I digressed. Back to the guy that was doing homework. He then proceeds to tell us that for some odd reason if a blonde walks in the room he wants to get with her. However, the majority of his girlfriends that he has had over the years have been brunettes. Then we begin to hear from the other guy at the table and he says that when he looks for a partner in crime he doesn't just go for looks...yes ladies, this actually came out of a guy's mouth. Remember, I don't have ugly friends so he wasn't an ugly dude that just looks for personality because he needs to settle. He doesn't need to settle for any girl that walks into the room. Neither does our little homework doer. Our homework guy then proceeds to explain why he will always hit on a blonde before a brunette... his exact words were this, now keep in mind he is black and laughs at stuff like this and I mean no harm in typing this but he makes sense..."It's like fried chicken...if its there I am gonna want to eat it. If a girl walks in with a watermelon thong on and some sweet tea flavored chapstick, I need that." But this is also the guy who has had the majority of his girlfriends be brunettes.
So this guy doing homework starts to ask more questions about what we as girls find attractive. Now this girl is still a sucker for a guy that will get up and put on a tie in the morning to go to work. Which is why I am kicking myself in the butt for letting that writer from the Washington Post get away. He was perfect, intelligent, dressed in jeans, chucks, a white button up shirt, a black tie, a hoodie and a sport coat on, plus he had that scruffy look. Best part was that he looked the part of a writer with his messenger bag. Yes, I remember everything that he was wearing and it isn't a crazy girl thing it is really because I was completely attracted to him the second I sat next to him. But in all honesty girls like myself are skeptics. He told me he wrote for the Washington Post and I called him a liar. But he also told me that he was 41 then found out he was just about two months older than I am. Later on I went to Google his name and found out he wasn't lying; he was just being wishy-washy because he wanted to protect himself from crazy girls. I even sent him a text to apologize for being a jerk but no answer. Totally sucks but even girls make mistakes. And this girl is wishing she didn't. But that's the story of my life. Maybe I shouldn't be such a skeptic?...haha! Not gonna happen because people lie about EVERYTHING!!! I will always have firemen to look at. Which is also why I say that I want to move to DC with the badness. I mean, it was as if I was in heaven with all of the suits walking around and the firemen hanging out at their firehouses people watching. I was literally walking around with my jaw on the ground while being a touron at the same time.
Now that the term 'crazy' has been introduced to the conversation. The guy that was doing the 'homework' decides that he also wants to talk about the 'right amount' of crazy. He said, "The more attractive you are the more I will put up with craziness." I about died laughing I don't know about any other girls, but I have always wondered why guys put up with the craziest of girls and never leave the crazy! So this all makes sense to me now...hot = perfectly acceptable to be crazy. With one super exception to this rule...if she is a cheater then get the eff outta here! Surprisingly so this guy although he talks a big game, is not a 'player.' The rule is if you are hot you can be crazy but you can NEVER be a cheater.
This obviously wasn't the entire conversation because we were there for a few hours. But if you think about it...some guys are smart. They pick the brains of girls that they are friends with because well there is some attraction there and they want to be happy just like the us girls. Not all guys are the shallow type. At least not anyone that I am friends with. That makes me smile to know that my guy friends, as we grow up keep it realistic. It makes girls like myself realize that I do have the chance to find someone who is amazing like my guy friends are becoming. Ultimately they are really looking for girls like the ones they are friends with. More importantly it makes me feel like I know really good guys. And I am glad. Guess that is one of the things that makes me consider myself a lucky girl.
The end.
So he proceeds to tell us that she is just not what he is looking for in a girl...naturally the other guy sitting at the table makes mention of her not being attractive and we get into a discussion of what we find attractive. So all of the girls at the table agree...being a fireman is definitely number one on the list of being attractive. Something about those blue uniforms and the big suspenders that hold up their yellow/black fire pants gets us a little fired up. I am pretty sure I have said something along the lines of, "Help I'm on fire! Come put me out." To a fireman that I know and he was all for being on his way. Heart him. He does make my heart wanna pound out of my chest at times.
Then we proceed to talk about celebrity hotness and a female at our table shows a picture of Ryan Reynolds with his shirt off. Uh, yes, one please. This sparks up a completely different path in the conversation. One of the guys at the table says, and is very specific in this description. "If a girl comes in, has her shit together, looks like she works out, and has some high lights in her hair...it makes me wanna go to the gym and get ripped so I have a chance with that girl." But a female perspective also came to the table.
"Any woman with half a brain knows that she is never going to end up with a dude that looks like Ryan Reynolds. Which is why we drool over average guys that are in fireman uniforms, cop uniforms, military uniforms, cowboy stuff..and even lumber jacks." So this whole conversation that we are having starts to take a turn to what is achievable as far as a partner goes and what is what we all know as 'wet dreams' of the idyllic partner. It even went so far as to describe what girls find sexy in a guy. Oddly enough and this guy flipped on us when we said that we know that firemen don't make a lot of money but we don't care. We want to be with someone like them because money doesn't matter. Don't get that twisted though, if you are a dude that rocks a McDonald's uniform to work, that is not exactly the type of uniform that we find hot. The point is money isn't everything but it is nice to have a little. This particular friend of ours has a lot of money and some nice things but that doesn't always make you attractive and that is what point we were making to him.
So as I am sitting back and joining into the conversation every so often...because when I get into the I wanna take notes so I can blog about this very conversation mode I want to listen and I am like a Butterfly and cannot keep my mind on track of what point I am trying to make. (Hence the awful run-on sentence you just read.) I realized one very perceptive thing that I have a feeling the other two girls at the table failed to realize...one guy in particular is actually doing homework. He wants to know what makes average, attractive girls that happen to be his friends tick inside our devious minds. Which brings me to my next point in this random A.D.D. type of conversation that our group of friends have often. You know that you are just not friends with ugly people. You are all friends simply based on the fact that you were attracted to them in some way. If you like their smile or their awesome personality, the point is we as people, do not have ugly friends in our eyes. Which is sweet and kind of funny all at the same time.
Alright, I digressed. Back to the guy that was doing homework. He then proceeds to tell us that for some odd reason if a blonde walks in the room he wants to get with her. However, the majority of his girlfriends that he has had over the years have been brunettes. Then we begin to hear from the other guy at the table and he says that when he looks for a partner in crime he doesn't just go for looks...yes ladies, this actually came out of a guy's mouth. Remember, I don't have ugly friends so he wasn't an ugly dude that just looks for personality because he needs to settle. He doesn't need to settle for any girl that walks into the room. Neither does our little homework doer. Our homework guy then proceeds to explain why he will always hit on a blonde before a brunette... his exact words were this, now keep in mind he is black and laughs at stuff like this and I mean no harm in typing this but he makes sense..."It's like fried chicken...if its there I am gonna want to eat it. If a girl walks in with a watermelon thong on and some sweet tea flavored chapstick, I need that." But this is also the guy who has had the majority of his girlfriends be brunettes.
So this guy doing homework starts to ask more questions about what we as girls find attractive. Now this girl is still a sucker for a guy that will get up and put on a tie in the morning to go to work. Which is why I am kicking myself in the butt for letting that writer from the Washington Post get away. He was perfect, intelligent, dressed in jeans, chucks, a white button up shirt, a black tie, a hoodie and a sport coat on, plus he had that scruffy look. Best part was that he looked the part of a writer with his messenger bag. Yes, I remember everything that he was wearing and it isn't a crazy girl thing it is really because I was completely attracted to him the second I sat next to him. But in all honesty girls like myself are skeptics. He told me he wrote for the Washington Post and I called him a liar. But he also told me that he was 41 then found out he was just about two months older than I am. Later on I went to Google his name and found out he wasn't lying; he was just being wishy-washy because he wanted to protect himself from crazy girls. I even sent him a text to apologize for being a jerk but no answer. Totally sucks but even girls make mistakes. And this girl is wishing she didn't. But that's the story of my life. Maybe I shouldn't be such a skeptic?...haha! Not gonna happen because people lie about EVERYTHING!!! I will always have firemen to look at. Which is also why I say that I want to move to DC with the badness. I mean, it was as if I was in heaven with all of the suits walking around and the firemen hanging out at their firehouses people watching. I was literally walking around with my jaw on the ground while being a touron at the same time.
Now that the term 'crazy' has been introduced to the conversation. The guy that was doing the 'homework' decides that he also wants to talk about the 'right amount' of crazy. He said, "The more attractive you are the more I will put up with craziness." I about died laughing I don't know about any other girls, but I have always wondered why guys put up with the craziest of girls and never leave the crazy! So this all makes sense to me now...hot = perfectly acceptable to be crazy. With one super exception to this rule...if she is a cheater then get the eff outta here! Surprisingly so this guy although he talks a big game, is not a 'player.' The rule is if you are hot you can be crazy but you can NEVER be a cheater.
This obviously wasn't the entire conversation because we were there for a few hours. But if you think about it...some guys are smart. They pick the brains of girls that they are friends with because well there is some attraction there and they want to be happy just like the us girls. Not all guys are the shallow type. At least not anyone that I am friends with. That makes me smile to know that my guy friends, as we grow up keep it realistic. It makes girls like myself realize that I do have the chance to find someone who is amazing like my guy friends are becoming. Ultimately they are really looking for girls like the ones they are friends with. More importantly it makes me feel like I know really good guys. And I am glad. Guess that is one of the things that makes me consider myself a lucky girl.
The end.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Afraid of Who?
So this morning it is raining. Which totally sucks because today is the day that my dad will have another major surgery. Now this one is definitely not as huge as the one he had that, after many hours of doctors screaming like they do on TV, thankfully saved his life. Considering the trauma our family has gone through it really hits home for me in a bad way.
I am afraid. It used to be that my dad would have surgery and it wasn't a big deal because he would come right home and be just fine. This time it is very different for me. I woke up this morning worried about coming downstairs. As a kid you never know when you are going to say "What will I do with my life if?" I know, I am always calling myself an old lady to everyone who asks but truthfully, I am 28. I have a long way ahead of me...unfortunately so it maybe a hard one much like everyone else that is living this life. But I think I feel like my path is harder because well...its mine. Today is going to be a day where I will be forced to deal with more emotions that I anticipated. Kidney surgery...the doctor does it all the time right? But it's different for me. The reason it is so different is my dad has been through so much in the last few months it scares me even if he gets a freaking cold anymore. I am just a giant train wreck over anything and everything that has to do with him or my mom for that matter anymore.
Weirdly so, I think that he thought the same thing about me when I was little. Kind of interesting that as we get older the roles reverse a little bit. As a parent you worry about every little cough, scratch, bruise and fever. Then as an adult your child worries about ever little cough, scratch, bruise and fever with you. This is what we are put on this Earth to do. To take care of the ones that are the closest to us. I will admit I haven't done a very good job of that but I think that I have changed as a person where all I want to do is make sure that my family is OK. Even when their feelings get hurt my first instinct is to protect them in anyway that I can. My little brother has told me that one of his most vivid memories of us when we were kids was me sticking up for him because one of my best friends as a child was mean to him. Sometimes my dad says that gets the best of me but truthfully it is because I love each of them that hard.
I guess the point of this rant is this... I am afraid of certain things in my life. Losing my family is one of them. But hopefully this doctor of his truly is right 100% and I will see my dad in just a few short hours and he will be finally at that point where his body is put back together. Cause I am afraid of all of these coughs, scratches, bruises and fevers.
The end.
I am afraid. It used to be that my dad would have surgery and it wasn't a big deal because he would come right home and be just fine. This time it is very different for me. I woke up this morning worried about coming downstairs. As a kid you never know when you are going to say "What will I do with my life if?" I know, I am always calling myself an old lady to everyone who asks but truthfully, I am 28. I have a long way ahead of me...unfortunately so it maybe a hard one much like everyone else that is living this life. But I think I feel like my path is harder because well...its mine. Today is going to be a day where I will be forced to deal with more emotions that I anticipated. Kidney surgery...the doctor does it all the time right? But it's different for me. The reason it is so different is my dad has been through so much in the last few months it scares me even if he gets a freaking cold anymore. I am just a giant train wreck over anything and everything that has to do with him or my mom for that matter anymore.
Weirdly so, I think that he thought the same thing about me when I was little. Kind of interesting that as we get older the roles reverse a little bit. As a parent you worry about every little cough, scratch, bruise and fever. Then as an adult your child worries about ever little cough, scratch, bruise and fever with you. This is what we are put on this Earth to do. To take care of the ones that are the closest to us. I will admit I haven't done a very good job of that but I think that I have changed as a person where all I want to do is make sure that my family is OK. Even when their feelings get hurt my first instinct is to protect them in anyway that I can. My little brother has told me that one of his most vivid memories of us when we were kids was me sticking up for him because one of my best friends as a child was mean to him. Sometimes my dad says that gets the best of me but truthfully it is because I love each of them that hard.
I guess the point of this rant is this... I am afraid of certain things in my life. Losing my family is one of them. But hopefully this doctor of his truly is right 100% and I will see my dad in just a few short hours and he will be finally at that point where his body is put back together. Cause I am afraid of all of these coughs, scratches, bruises and fevers.
The end.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Economic Fail. PIER ONE SUCKS!
So I want you to ask yourself one thing the next time that you decide to go shopping. I mean really remember that you asked yourself this question with every person that you come into contact with on your little shopping escapade. Who's fault is it really that our economy sucks? Why isn't anyone making big purchases or purchases at all for that matter???
Well, I have a shopping story that I, at first, did not really believe that this happens to one person that I hold very near and dear to my heart because well, I love my pie face and not to mention that she is the nicest person that I have ever met when it comes to dealing with people until...well, you will have to read the rest of my crappy writing to find out what happens when she gets mad.
So this super nice person tells me that every time she goes shopping with out fail someone talks her out of buying something and it is usually the person that is supposed to be selling her the items because well, that is their job. She also told me that people will actually talk her right out of spending her money. Now, she isn't the richest broad on the planet, but she has it to spend and she wants to freaking spend it! She tells me of these people that will literally be (the sales people who are supposed to be adding on things for her to buy) telling her that she shouldn't buy what she wants to buy.
ARE YOU JOKING ME?!? If that was me I would be the first person to say, "You should buy this too because it goes with the mountain of crap you want to buy from my garbage store." For example...Pier One. Who doesn't love that store??? If you say you don't like anything in that store you are full of crap. Everyone will find some kind of something they can live without in that store, and buy it just for the sake of buying it so they too can say, "I bought it at Pier One. Isn't it awesome?" When truthfully no it isn't because I can buy that same over priced crap at another crap store down the street for half of what you paid.
So my "person" and I go into this store because she has every intention of buying a dining room table. I know what my friends are thinking...and yes she spends that kind of money. She is like every sales person's wet dream. Not to mention, our economy needs more people like her, so why not encourage them to spend it up? So we go in and she bee-lines for the first table that she sees and likes it enough to buy it. Now we don't buy it right away because I was an idiot and said I was starving but we at least found out more about it from the sales girl that was in there...like how much does it cost and how long does it take to get it and do they deliver and if I can make this run-on sentence any longer I totally would. The sales girl was shocked that we asked about this table with four chairs and a bench...the total cost was about $2000. That's a lot of scratch, and probably more than the total sales for this dead store produced in the last three days. So the girl does her sales pitch of the Pier One credit card about points and she is so nervous that she is choking on her words because well, she has probably never seen anyone willing to come in a drop that much cash in her life.
After milling around a bit, we leave with full intentions on coming back to buy the table four chairs and a bench the next day. So...the next day we did. We came back in and spoke to the same girl who was choking all over her words and this time she really wasn't believing that my "person" was going to drop two grand on a table. But guess what?? She did. So I walked around the store looking at all of the useless crap and we found another basket that she needed to put magazines in. Then as we are walking back to the register she tells me that the girl rang up her order, and while a person who just spent more than most of my friends make in a month on a table, of course she checked to make sure the receipt was right. Instead of the sales girl waiting to ensure that she got the order correct, she started talking to a completely different couple who were buying a freaking decorative pillow and turned her attention away from the big sale that was about to be $50 more but wasn't because she didn't finish helping her. IS SHE INSANE?!? Now, for those of you who are sales people...most of my friends are...would you rather have someone who is only spending $25 or the one that is spending $2050??? So we say whatever...lets go get a beer. And we did....BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!
After we get done having a beer at Bailey's in the mall we decide to screw around and shop a little. We went to American Eagle and the guy who was working in there was cool and we bought stuff and got out. Then we stop and go into this store called Wet Seal...for those of you who haven't been in one they are stores with clothes that are cute but sometimes not cute but they are definitely easy on the wallet. So we start shopping around and my "person" decides she wants to get a few shirts. She goes up to the girl at the counter who immediately starts telling her that she needs a smaller size. Now this is coming from a girl who looked like she jumped out of her window to put on a camisole and threw a jacket over her arms to attempt to cover up the waves of fat screaming to get out of there. Ok that was mean...but the truth hurts. First off if you are going to work in a store and be the only person working there, obviously a manager of some type...get off your freaking cell phone and help the only two people who are shopping in your crappy store to begin with and secondly...BUY YOUR SIZE HAGATHA! Ok, now. This girl looks at my "person" and tells her that she needs a smaller size and my "person" has awesomely large boobs. I mean, I am jealous and mine are not small at all. She is beyond gorgeous and well, she knows what size she is. As most women do when they go shopping. We don't like to try things on unless we really have to. So then the girl behind the counter is arguing with her! UNBELIEVEABLE! STFU!!! And sell her the shirt! So I leave because I am dying from all the beer I drank...and this is where it gets really good.
My "person" is waiting on me because I am super slow in a public restroom and I am a freak about not touching anything! As I am walking towards her she said that she was going to buy me a shirt and the girl looked at her and no lie these were her exact words to my "person." "No, you shouldn't buy that shirt because it won't look good on her. Save your money." WHAT THE FREAK IS WRONG WITH HER???
I wish I was the owner of that store and caught one of my employees talking someone out of buying something in my crappy clothing store. I would fire them in front of everyone. I would cause the biggest scene because she is costing my store money! I mean, every sale, I know she makes a commission based off of her numbers for the day. Wouldn't you want to sell her the matching camisole with the shirt and some jeans and a freaking pair of earrings???? WHY WOULD YOU NOT DO THAT??????
Here's the best part....A week goes by and she calls me and tells me she is finally getting her table. She gets home only to find that they forgot two of her chairs. So she calls and the manager of Pier One...the MANAGER...yes, the STORE MANAGER, says, "Oh, well we already put those together and set them out on the sales floor. Because most people only order two chairs and the bench."
My "person says, "Well, I ordered four and you should have checked my invoice. So please make sure they are not damaged and I want my two chairs."
The Store Manager says, "Well, I just assumed that you would only order two chairs."
My "person" says, "Well, you didn't think to look at the invoice? Cause that is what someone generally does when they get in an order that was sent out right?"
That girl is an idiot. To top it off tonight my "person" sees that the table she bought was on sale 14 days later..technically 13 days later for $300 less that what she originally paid. So she called up to the Pier One and spoke to the same manager...her name is Heidi...and let me tell you Heidi is an idiot. So she says to my person over the phone, "Ma'am today is the second of March. You can't get a price match 15 days after you bought it and I am not going to give it to you." It's the first of March genius...look at a freaking calendar.
My "person" says, "Oh yes you will. Or I am gonna call corporate."
Manager Heidi: "Well I am leaving in five minutes so you need to come up here today to get the price match or I am not going to give it to you."
My "person" says, "Fine I will be right there."
She literally showed up a few minutes later and this is what that manager does...she argues with my "person" and says she is doing her a favor by giving her the price match and that she is lucky and she is going to call and tell corporate about her.
My "person" says, "Ok PIE FACE...I ain't got nothing better to do but call and complain about you...AGAIN...like I did last week." This would be why you don't make her mad...because she went home got on her phone called corporate and wrote all over their website and now I am writing this blog and I am going to tag the crap out of it to make sure that when someone types in something to do with Pier One it shows up some where on this giant billboard we call the internet. And now she has said she will never go into that store ever again...they probably lost their best customer because Heidi can't count to 15 much less be nice to a customer who spent more than Heidi brings home in a months worth of work. End result: Heidi is an idiot and I am going to go apply for her job tomorrow because I have a feeling once corporate hears of this story she will no longer have it. Plus, I want a discount on buying crap I don't need for in my life.
Really the moral of this amazing story is that THIS IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST REASONS the economy sucks. Mainly, because people like those two pathetic examples of sales people don't let people like my "person" buy whatever the hell she/he wants. If you are a sales person and have read this just know, if you are this pathetic type of sales person, then you need a career change. As a matter of fact, just go live in a hole somewhere and never come out. You are the type of sales people that make real sales people, like myself and many of my friends, want to shake the day lights out of you. It's sales people like you that contribute to the losses recorded by retail companies each year instead of profits. It's sales people like you that belong in the factory making the crap that great sales people will eventually sell because they want the prize...the commission. If you would rather collect your hourly and call it a day...then go work at an hourly job and leave it to the pros.
The end.
Well, I have a shopping story that I, at first, did not really believe that this happens to one person that I hold very near and dear to my heart because well, I love my pie face and not to mention that she is the nicest person that I have ever met when it comes to dealing with people until...well, you will have to read the rest of my crappy writing to find out what happens when she gets mad.
So this super nice person tells me that every time she goes shopping with out fail someone talks her out of buying something and it is usually the person that is supposed to be selling her the items because well, that is their job. She also told me that people will actually talk her right out of spending her money. Now, she isn't the richest broad on the planet, but she has it to spend and she wants to freaking spend it! She tells me of these people that will literally be (the sales people who are supposed to be adding on things for her to buy) telling her that she shouldn't buy what she wants to buy.
ARE YOU JOKING ME?!? If that was me I would be the first person to say, "You should buy this too because it goes with the mountain of crap you want to buy from my garbage store." For example...Pier One. Who doesn't love that store??? If you say you don't like anything in that store you are full of crap. Everyone will find some kind of something they can live without in that store, and buy it just for the sake of buying it so they too can say, "I bought it at Pier One. Isn't it awesome?" When truthfully no it isn't because I can buy that same over priced crap at another crap store down the street for half of what you paid.
So my "person" and I go into this store because she has every intention of buying a dining room table. I know what my friends are thinking...and yes she spends that kind of money. She is like every sales person's wet dream. Not to mention, our economy needs more people like her, so why not encourage them to spend it up? So we go in and she bee-lines for the first table that she sees and likes it enough to buy it. Now we don't buy it right away because I was an idiot and said I was starving but we at least found out more about it from the sales girl that was in there...like how much does it cost and how long does it take to get it and do they deliver and if I can make this run-on sentence any longer I totally would. The sales girl was shocked that we asked about this table with four chairs and a bench...the total cost was about $2000. That's a lot of scratch, and probably more than the total sales for this dead store produced in the last three days. So the girl does her sales pitch of the Pier One credit card about points and she is so nervous that she is choking on her words because well, she has probably never seen anyone willing to come in a drop that much cash in her life.
After milling around a bit, we leave with full intentions on coming back to buy the table four chairs and a bench the next day. So...the next day we did. We came back in and spoke to the same girl who was choking all over her words and this time she really wasn't believing that my "person" was going to drop two grand on a table. But guess what?? She did. So I walked around the store looking at all of the useless crap and we found another basket that she needed to put magazines in. Then as we are walking back to the register she tells me that the girl rang up her order, and while a person who just spent more than most of my friends make in a month on a table, of course she checked to make sure the receipt was right. Instead of the sales girl waiting to ensure that she got the order correct, she started talking to a completely different couple who were buying a freaking decorative pillow and turned her attention away from the big sale that was about to be $50 more but wasn't because she didn't finish helping her. IS SHE INSANE?!? Now, for those of you who are sales people...most of my friends are...would you rather have someone who is only spending $25 or the one that is spending $2050??? So we say whatever...lets go get a beer. And we did....BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!
After we get done having a beer at Bailey's in the mall we decide to screw around and shop a little. We went to American Eagle and the guy who was working in there was cool and we bought stuff and got out. Then we stop and go into this store called Wet Seal...for those of you who haven't been in one they are stores with clothes that are cute but sometimes not cute but they are definitely easy on the wallet. So we start shopping around and my "person" decides she wants to get a few shirts. She goes up to the girl at the counter who immediately starts telling her that she needs a smaller size. Now this is coming from a girl who looked like she jumped out of her window to put on a camisole and threw a jacket over her arms to attempt to cover up the waves of fat screaming to get out of there. Ok that was mean...but the truth hurts. First off if you are going to work in a store and be the only person working there, obviously a manager of some type...get off your freaking cell phone and help the only two people who are shopping in your crappy store to begin with and secondly...BUY YOUR SIZE HAGATHA! Ok, now. This girl looks at my "person" and tells her that she needs a smaller size and my "person" has awesomely large boobs. I mean, I am jealous and mine are not small at all. She is beyond gorgeous and well, she knows what size she is. As most women do when they go shopping. We don't like to try things on unless we really have to. So then the girl behind the counter is arguing with her! UNBELIEVEABLE! STFU!!! And sell her the shirt! So I leave because I am dying from all the beer I drank...and this is where it gets really good.
My "person" is waiting on me because I am super slow in a public restroom and I am a freak about not touching anything! As I am walking towards her she said that she was going to buy me a shirt and the girl looked at her and no lie these were her exact words to my "person." "No, you shouldn't buy that shirt because it won't look good on her. Save your money." WHAT THE FREAK IS WRONG WITH HER???
I wish I was the owner of that store and caught one of my employees talking someone out of buying something in my crappy clothing store. I would fire them in front of everyone. I would cause the biggest scene because she is costing my store money! I mean, every sale, I know she makes a commission based off of her numbers for the day. Wouldn't you want to sell her the matching camisole with the shirt and some jeans and a freaking pair of earrings???? WHY WOULD YOU NOT DO THAT??????
Here's the best part....A week goes by and she calls me and tells me she is finally getting her table. She gets home only to find that they forgot two of her chairs. So she calls and the manager of Pier One...the MANAGER...yes, the STORE MANAGER, says, "Oh, well we already put those together and set them out on the sales floor. Because most people only order two chairs and the bench."
My "person says, "Well, I ordered four and you should have checked my invoice. So please make sure they are not damaged and I want my two chairs."
The Store Manager says, "Well, I just assumed that you would only order two chairs."
My "person" says, "Well, you didn't think to look at the invoice? Cause that is what someone generally does when they get in an order that was sent out right?"
That girl is an idiot. To top it off tonight my "person" sees that the table she bought was on sale 14 days later..technically 13 days later for $300 less that what she originally paid. So she called up to the Pier One and spoke to the same manager...her name is Heidi...and let me tell you Heidi is an idiot. So she says to my person over the phone, "Ma'am today is the second of March. You can't get a price match 15 days after you bought it and I am not going to give it to you." It's the first of March genius...look at a freaking calendar.
My "person" says, "Oh yes you will. Or I am gonna call corporate."
Manager Heidi: "Well I am leaving in five minutes so you need to come up here today to get the price match or I am not going to give it to you."
My "person" says, "Fine I will be right there."
She literally showed up a few minutes later and this is what that manager does...she argues with my "person" and says she is doing her a favor by giving her the price match and that she is lucky and she is going to call and tell corporate about her.
My "person" says, "Ok PIE FACE...I ain't got nothing better to do but call and complain about you...AGAIN...like I did last week." This would be why you don't make her mad...because she went home got on her phone called corporate and wrote all over their website and now I am writing this blog and I am going to tag the crap out of it to make sure that when someone types in something to do with Pier One it shows up some where on this giant billboard we call the internet. And now she has said she will never go into that store ever again...they probably lost their best customer because Heidi can't count to 15 much less be nice to a customer who spent more than Heidi brings home in a months worth of work. End result: Heidi is an idiot and I am going to go apply for her job tomorrow because I have a feeling once corporate hears of this story she will no longer have it. Plus, I want a discount on buying crap I don't need for in my life.
Really the moral of this amazing story is that THIS IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST REASONS the economy sucks. Mainly, because people like those two pathetic examples of sales people don't let people like my "person" buy whatever the hell she/he wants. If you are a sales person and have read this just know, if you are this pathetic type of sales person, then you need a career change. As a matter of fact, just go live in a hole somewhere and never come out. You are the type of sales people that make real sales people, like myself and many of my friends, want to shake the day lights out of you. It's sales people like you that contribute to the losses recorded by retail companies each year instead of profits. It's sales people like you that belong in the factory making the crap that great sales people will eventually sell because they want the prize...the commission. If you would rather collect your hourly and call it a day...then go work at an hourly job and leave it to the pros.
The end.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Erase, replace, repeat.
Sometimes when I can't sleep I think about things that I want to write about. I guess that is what I should believe to make me a great writer...but what the hell do I know? I could be a crap writer. I am not even sure how many people actually read my blog posts when I put them up and well, I don't care. It just is a good release for me and sometimes I go back and read what I have written in the past I have one of three reactions... I laugh at some of the funny stuff I write about because they all relate to real life events, I put my serious face on and say damn right!, or I have a little bit of a sad face moment because I choose to write about real life events. So tonight I am listening to my Spotify account and I must say I freaking love this stupid app from my favorite website...FaceBook duh!
So this song comes on We Are Young by Fun. Seriously, this song makes me want to bust out my lighter and sing loud and obnoxiously. But I will save Lola from the agony. But the lyrics are really what get me...
Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun
We can burn brighter than the sun! Seriously, I don't know about you but that means a lot to me. I just think that if we all started to live our lives that way we would be just the happiest people on the planet. Now, I am definitely not telling anyone to set anything on fire...and for those of you who thought that instantly, shame on you. I do not promote violence. Unless it is smacking someone in the face because they need it...that I am ok with. Some people just need that little push in the right direction...in the face.
I digressed. Ok, so my point is that happiness is self created. If you are not happy with your life and you feel like the whole world is out to get you then guess what??? It probably is. I believe that we are our own worst enemy. So why not take yourself by the horns and say shut up; let me do it my way? Or even better slap yourself...in the face. Stop blaming others for your unhappy ways and just concentrate on making your own path to happiness. What I mean by that is simply make yourself the only person that you see in the big picture. Then add things in the picture or erase them as necessary to complete your big picture. Mine for example has changed recently but is basically this...
Myself, my dog, my family and my friends...then a highway around myself that has cars moving very fast on it like one of those progressive still videos that show traffic moving throughout the day in like a 30 second frame. Then on the other side of that highway I see green rolling hills like that picture you can use as a default background for Windows 95, then lyrics to music that I love written in the clouds. Totally random I know; but that's what mine looks like. I have had other people that were in my picture and they were erased and replaced and random things that make it in but are taken out depending on my mood.
But the point is that my picture is forever changing. If you like it or not, it is going to happen. This change can be good, bad, beautiful, and of course ugly. But really though at the end of the day, it is what you make of it. So why not set your world on fire and burn brighter than the sun? Make the best of the cards that you are dealt everyday. Life isn't so bad..I know it sucks sometimes but at least you are living it. If you aren't living it then you better start because basking in your own bitterness is not going to solve anything. Move it along people...nothing to see here...I promise that half of the people who stopped to stare at the train wreck in your life have moved onto bigger and better train wrecks. There is always someone out there doing bigger and better things so get off your butt and catch up to them or leave them in the dust. Paint that picture...erase, replace, live and repeat as necessary. You will feel much better once you learn that change is part of life and you will deal with it good or bad.
The end.
So this song comes on We Are Young by Fun. Seriously, this song makes me want to bust out my lighter and sing loud and obnoxiously. But I will save Lola from the agony. But the lyrics are really what get me...
Tonight
We are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun
We can burn brighter than the sun! Seriously, I don't know about you but that means a lot to me. I just think that if we all started to live our lives that way we would be just the happiest people on the planet. Now, I am definitely not telling anyone to set anything on fire...and for those of you who thought that instantly, shame on you. I do not promote violence. Unless it is smacking someone in the face because they need it...that I am ok with. Some people just need that little push in the right direction...in the face.
I digressed. Ok, so my point is that happiness is self created. If you are not happy with your life and you feel like the whole world is out to get you then guess what??? It probably is. I believe that we are our own worst enemy. So why not take yourself by the horns and say shut up; let me do it my way? Or even better slap yourself...in the face. Stop blaming others for your unhappy ways and just concentrate on making your own path to happiness. What I mean by that is simply make yourself the only person that you see in the big picture. Then add things in the picture or erase them as necessary to complete your big picture. Mine for example has changed recently but is basically this...
Myself, my dog, my family and my friends...then a highway around myself that has cars moving very fast on it like one of those progressive still videos that show traffic moving throughout the day in like a 30 second frame. Then on the other side of that highway I see green rolling hills like that picture you can use as a default background for Windows 95, then lyrics to music that I love written in the clouds. Totally random I know; but that's what mine looks like. I have had other people that were in my picture and they were erased and replaced and random things that make it in but are taken out depending on my mood.
But the point is that my picture is forever changing. If you like it or not, it is going to happen. This change can be good, bad, beautiful, and of course ugly. But really though at the end of the day, it is what you make of it. So why not set your world on fire and burn brighter than the sun? Make the best of the cards that you are dealt everyday. Life isn't so bad..I know it sucks sometimes but at least you are living it. If you aren't living it then you better start because basking in your own bitterness is not going to solve anything. Move it along people...nothing to see here...I promise that half of the people who stopped to stare at the train wreck in your life have moved onto bigger and better train wrecks. There is always someone out there doing bigger and better things so get off your butt and catch up to them or leave them in the dust. Paint that picture...erase, replace, live and repeat as necessary. You will feel much better once you learn that change is part of life and you will deal with it good or bad.
The end.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
PTSD.
I haven't written a blog in a while...not that I haven't had enough material to write its just that I haven't really had the time. But today I am really torn.
For those of you who don't know what PTSD does to someone I only have one thing to say. It ruins every aspect of someone's life. I don't even have it and somehow my life was changed dramatically in the last few days because of it.
So this is what I have to say about it.
Dear PTSD,
Thank you for getting the best of what who I would have considered my best friend. He is so afraid of who you make him become that he chose to leave me alone. He chose to spare me the heart break that you cause him every day and the fear and anger that he feels. But what you don't know is that you ended up breaking my heart in the process and causing me to lose my best friend.
So I say to you this....you really do ruin everything. Including my life; but worst of all his.
I hate you.
Signed,
Ranting Rachel
The end.
So this is what I have to say about it.
Dear PTSD,
Thank you for getting the best of what who I would have considered my best friend. He is so afraid of who you make him become that he chose to leave me alone. He chose to spare me the heart break that you cause him every day and the fear and anger that he feels. But what you don't know is that you ended up breaking my heart in the process and causing me to lose my best friend.
So I say to you this....you really do ruin everything. Including my life; but worst of all his.
I hate you.
Signed,
Ranting Rachel
The end.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Life is Hard.
Life is hard. Really hard. It's hard and scary and out of my control. That's the part that makes me the craziest - the fact that I cannot control the world or what happens to the people I love.
I have learned more in the last month about myself than I ever thought that I would. I have learned that no matter what I say or do I will never be looked at as someone who is nothing more than a child to some people in my life. Trust me when I tell you...that stings. Bad. I think that is why I keep failing at certain aspects in my life. Because the people I need to believe in me the most are always so skeptical of me.
Then I have learned that I love harder than anyone I know. Hard enough that whenever I think about the people that mean the most to me I want to break down inside. I long for that type of love one day. I think that even though I haven't lead the best life I still deserve for someone to love me the way I love. Which is hard. So far the only being that has been able to love me as hard as I love her is my dog. Weirdly so I think my dog loves me more than I love her if that is even possible. She would rather be touching me at any point in the day just to know that I am ok than just looking at me. She just wants to touch me because it gives her comfort. Like right now her head is literally buried between my thigh and the pillows on my bed and she is passed out. But she will sleep like this all night...even if just the tip of her ear is touching me she is still connected to me.
I have learned that I can let go of people. I don't need someone in my life that is a negative person. I'm good with that.
I have learned that everything happens for a reason. I mean everything. Especially the things that we as people would naturally view as crappy. I mean I am not sure if I believe in God. I never have been one that believes easily but I will say this...there has got to be a method to this madness. There is no way that we are supposed to fall on our faces this many times and still be able to get up.
I have also learned that considering what I have been through and experienced I am what I would consider an extremely lucky girl.
I am happy, I have a great family and I have amazing friends. I am just all around thankful for the people I have in my life.
Life is hard. Really hard. I'm just trying to not fall on my face anymore than necessary at this point.
The end.
I have learned more in the last month about myself than I ever thought that I would. I have learned that no matter what I say or do I will never be looked at as someone who is nothing more than a child to some people in my life. Trust me when I tell you...that stings. Bad. I think that is why I keep failing at certain aspects in my life. Because the people I need to believe in me the most are always so skeptical of me.
Then I have learned that I love harder than anyone I know. Hard enough that whenever I think about the people that mean the most to me I want to break down inside. I long for that type of love one day. I think that even though I haven't lead the best life I still deserve for someone to love me the way I love. Which is hard. So far the only being that has been able to love me as hard as I love her is my dog. Weirdly so I think my dog loves me more than I love her if that is even possible. She would rather be touching me at any point in the day just to know that I am ok than just looking at me. She just wants to touch me because it gives her comfort. Like right now her head is literally buried between my thigh and the pillows on my bed and she is passed out. But she will sleep like this all night...even if just the tip of her ear is touching me she is still connected to me.
I have learned that I can let go of people. I don't need someone in my life that is a negative person. I'm good with that.
I have learned that everything happens for a reason. I mean everything. Especially the things that we as people would naturally view as crappy. I mean I am not sure if I believe in God. I never have been one that believes easily but I will say this...there has got to be a method to this madness. There is no way that we are supposed to fall on our faces this many times and still be able to get up.
I have also learned that considering what I have been through and experienced I am what I would consider an extremely lucky girl.
I am happy, I have a great family and I have amazing friends. I am just all around thankful for the people I have in my life.
Life is hard. Really hard. I'm just trying to not fall on my face anymore than necessary at this point.
The end.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Millions of Pieces
My heart feels that way right now. I mean, how could someone be such a train wreck that they had used me as a punching bag for all these years. I know all about you. I know that you lie about your degree in social work, I know that you lie to your husband because you have payday loans out, for the record those are illegal for military members and dependents to get, we are talking on a federal level, don't believe me? Google that shit. I know that you guy are broke minutes after you get paid twice a month because of all the notice cards from B of A. We have all gotten them before, I'm not a dummy. I know that you tell everyone that you are this holier than thou person and really you are a horrible person who is just a pathological liar.
You break my heart because I like to believe that I am a good person but you loved to break me down and tell me I was a bad person. Weirdly so, I don't feel bad about how we left things because I saved you guys! I moved there and saved you from having to pay thousands in child care and you have the nerve to tell me that I needed you? I had an awesome job, had an apartment, was never broke and I was happy in Scottsdale!!!! I was worse off when I moved to you and now I have to recover. Everything that you have ever said to me was never in my best interest now that I think about it. It was all for yours. You stole from me...how does all that make-up work out for you? And my make-up brushes? What about the rest of the stuff you went through in my room when I was gone? Did you sell any of it on eBay? Well now I am over you. I no longer have room for people such as yourself in my life.
So I say to all people who come into contact with you in the near future and now...be warned. She is not who you all think she is. She is a liar, a thief and a bad person in general.
This is me...being a grown up and telling you that you quite possibly could single handedly have turned my life in the wrong direction on multiple occasions. And what I am guilty of is that I let her.
I'm done with people like you. Good riddance to bad rubbish is what my Grandmother always says. I'll be damned if she isn't right every time I refer to one of her sayings.
I'm done ranting about you...I have wasted too much energy on this already.
The end.
So I say to all people who come into contact with you in the near future and now...be warned. She is not who you all think she is. She is a liar, a thief and a bad person in general.
This is me...being a grown up and telling you that you quite possibly could single handedly have turned my life in the wrong direction on multiple occasions. And what I am guilty of is that I let her.
I'm done with people like you. Good riddance to bad rubbish is what my Grandmother always says. I'll be damned if she isn't right every time I refer to one of her sayings.
I'm done ranting about you...I have wasted too much energy on this already.
The end.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Your Vote. Matters.
I just took a political views test and I really am a Liberal Republican. Or a Rockefeller Republican or a Moderate Republican...whatever you want to call me. So I have been right all these years about being part of the Moderate party. I don't sway one way or the other really just in between with conservative outlooks on somethings like business and the environment. As far as education goes I still believe that teachers should be some of the highest paid Americans because they teach our future and we as a country are in trouble so we need a stronger youth, but who am I? Just one vote amongst millions. Everything else I believe, we as people make our own decisions and should stick by those decisions no matter what the consequences. So as this voting season comes into full swing this year, figure out what side of the fence you are on and vote. Because I am one that makes a difference every time I vote. And so are you.
The prime example that I saw that made me believe this whole campaign for voting was right...the Iowa caucus. 8 People made a difference. What if you were one of those 9 last votes counted???....you were the one who made the difference in the outcome.
Take the test if you want and see what kind of voter you are here:
http://www.politicalcompass.org/
You never know, you could just surprise yourself on who you really are...then get ready to vote because if you have the right to vote and you don't it is what I consider un-American.
Last primary I was un-American by my standards as I didn't vote because my pickings were slim as far as I was concerned. But like my dad says, if you didn't vote then you can't bitch because you did nothing about it.
Now I am bitching because I plan on doing something about it! So moral of this rant is...you can't bitch if you don't vote. So figure out who you are and vote away my friends. That is your right as a United States American Citizen.
So exercise your right to tell everyone else to shut the hell up because if they don't like it then they can get their butt to the voting booth just like everyone else who voted did. This year I am gonna do just that.
Oh and just so that we are clear. I love all of my friend's equally regardless of their political beliefs so if you try to turn this political crap around on me just know I will tell you to piss off but that still I love you. I never discuss politics with my friends for this very reason.
The end.
The prime example that I saw that made me believe this whole campaign for voting was right...the Iowa caucus. 8 People made a difference. What if you were one of those 9 last votes counted???....you were the one who made the difference in the outcome.
Take the test if you want and see what kind of voter you are here:
http://www.politicalcompass.org/
You never know, you could just surprise yourself on who you really are...then get ready to vote because if you have the right to vote and you don't it is what I consider un-American.
Last primary I was un-American by my standards as I didn't vote because my pickings were slim as far as I was concerned. But like my dad says, if you didn't vote then you can't bitch because you did nothing about it.
Now I am bitching because I plan on doing something about it! So moral of this rant is...you can't bitch if you don't vote. So figure out who you are and vote away my friends. That is your right as a United States American Citizen.
So exercise your right to tell everyone else to shut the hell up because if they don't like it then they can get their butt to the voting booth just like everyone else who voted did. This year I am gonna do just that.
Oh and just so that we are clear. I love all of my friend's equally regardless of their political beliefs so if you try to turn this political crap around on me just know I will tell you to piss off but that still I love you. I never discuss politics with my friends for this very reason.
The end.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Smile.
One of my favorite songs on this planet is one sang by Natalie Cole. It is called simply that. Smile.
He says exactly that, he looks at me and says, "Darlin, give me a smile." Then when I do he says, "That's better."
Wish I could see and hear that exact memory everyday anytime I want. It has become my favorite part of my day. And I hope that one day, I can truly experience that whenever I want to.
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through
For you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear maybe ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile- what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worth while
If you just smile
Oh that's the time you must keep on trying
Smile what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worth while
If you just smile
The end.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
What I have Learned...
Due to recent events.
I have learned that you never know what can happen in your life or your loved ones lives for that matter.
Over the past few weeks I have tried to look for the good in this tragedy that my family (I consider the Huysers my family as well because they have treated me as nothing less and I am truly lucky) has gone through. More importantly, I have tried to look for the good in what I have felt during these past few weeks.
I will tell you that as I write this I have learned a very powerful lesson in the past few weeks and it is something that I have read multiple times by a very bright, loving and beautiful young woman that I had the pleasure of meeting. That saying is this: "Although I have had a lot of shit happen in my life, I consider myself blessed to live the one I have." -Kelly Huyser
I have said and done some things that I am not proud of; as I am sure we all have. I think from now on I am going to be a different person and I am going to make sure that I never have to ever worry about anything that anyone ever thinks of me any longer because I have lots of regrets on different aspects of my being and the way that I had chosen to leave things with some of the people that I love the most in my life. I have learned that no matter what is said or felt about someone that you love; you better make damn sure that they still know how much you love them before you part ways because the truth is you can never be sure when you are ever going to see or speak to that person ever again.
In my case, I heard her voice at 11:00 AM on November 28, 2011 and I will never be able to hear her voice ever again. And sadly, I heard it in the background of a different conversation with my dad who I have been trying desperately to put things behind us that have caused us to drift from one another over the last 11 years. I will never get to change the way that I left things with her. But I tell her out loud all the time how much I love her and I am hoping that she forgives me because I am having a hard time living a life where all I can think about is how we left things with one another. I hope she can hear me in heaven. From what I understand only the best ones get to hang out up there and I know that she is hanging out in the clouds.
She always said, "Have no regrets." I wish I would have listened to her because I would have just let this whole thing go and said whatever I could have to make it better rather than sticking to my stubborn self. It doesn't matter who was wrong or who was right at this point in time. But I will tell you this...If I could go back and say I am sorry for everything and call it water under the bridge I would. But I can't. However while in Tucson I did have a special person, who will remain nameless, tell me that he was approached by "The oldest of 3" and that one has said, "You have something 'heavy' on your mind and to let it go because if you don't it will destroy you." Some of you might think that sounds crazy but to me I am relieved.
I had forgotten that one of the things that I told her the most was how much I loved her. I know that she knows that now. It makes me feel much better that I was told that by what I would consider complete stranger who had no idea what I was doing in Tucson.
Since I have been in Arkansas I have really mellowed out a lot. I have learned that there is no reason to get mad about things that are out of your control or that don't matter. I have learned that you better be as nice as you can while you can because the last thing that you want people to remember is that you were an asshole. I was one for a long time to a lot of people. Some of you reading this may disagree and well, some of you may agree.
But I know that I have changed. Some people tell me that they can see that and others will continue to beat me up for things that I have done in the past. For those people who will continue to do so, I don't really have the want to try to change your mind about me because well, I can't. I will learn to let go of the things that I can't control.
I will no longer be that girl that just waits for things to get to the point where they are unfixable; if they need fixing I want to do it right away. I will also no longer allow the people in my life that bring me down the most by smashing my dreams to do so anymore. I am moving on with my life with my "chin up" like many of you have told me to do. So in the words of my dad: "I will because I can. And there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me."
So my point is... I have learned life is too precious. Take your life and run...because if you don't then you will not have truly lived. I am blessed to have a family that loves me. I am blessed that I have loved, I am an Aunt, I have a dog that I consider my child, I have seen some of the most amazing things on this planet, I have a great career and a bright future, I have some of the best friends a girl could ask for even though we are all far apart I know now more than ever they are going to be there for me when I fall on my face, I have time ahead of me, but most of all I am blessed enough to have met some of the most extraordinary people anyone could ever be lucky enough to have encountered and I will hold them near and dear to my heart forever and ever.
"Life is too precious to worry about the stupid shit.
So have fun, get drunk and fall in love <3, Say what you want to say, Do what you want to do, Regret nothing, Don't let people who don't matter bring you down." -Kelly Huyser 06/18/1988 - 11/28/11
You were so right baby girl. I love you. You're a butterfly and butterflies are free to fly...fly away...high away...bye bye.
The end.
I have learned that you never know what can happen in your life or your loved ones lives for that matter.
Over the past few weeks I have tried to look for the good in this tragedy that my family (I consider the Huysers my family as well because they have treated me as nothing less and I am truly lucky) has gone through. More importantly, I have tried to look for the good in what I have felt during these past few weeks.
I will tell you that as I write this I have learned a very powerful lesson in the past few weeks and it is something that I have read multiple times by a very bright, loving and beautiful young woman that I had the pleasure of meeting. That saying is this: "Although I have had a lot of shit happen in my life, I consider myself blessed to live the one I have." -Kelly Huyser
I have said and done some things that I am not proud of; as I am sure we all have. I think from now on I am going to be a different person and I am going to make sure that I never have to ever worry about anything that anyone ever thinks of me any longer because I have lots of regrets on different aspects of my being and the way that I had chosen to leave things with some of the people that I love the most in my life. I have learned that no matter what is said or felt about someone that you love; you better make damn sure that they still know how much you love them before you part ways because the truth is you can never be sure when you are ever going to see or speak to that person ever again.
In my case, I heard her voice at 11:00 AM on November 28, 2011 and I will never be able to hear her voice ever again. And sadly, I heard it in the background of a different conversation with my dad who I have been trying desperately to put things behind us that have caused us to drift from one another over the last 11 years. I will never get to change the way that I left things with her. But I tell her out loud all the time how much I love her and I am hoping that she forgives me because I am having a hard time living a life where all I can think about is how we left things with one another. I hope she can hear me in heaven. From what I understand only the best ones get to hang out up there and I know that she is hanging out in the clouds.
She always said, "Have no regrets." I wish I would have listened to her because I would have just let this whole thing go and said whatever I could have to make it better rather than sticking to my stubborn self. It doesn't matter who was wrong or who was right at this point in time. But I will tell you this...If I could go back and say I am sorry for everything and call it water under the bridge I would. But I can't. However while in Tucson I did have a special person, who will remain nameless, tell me that he was approached by "The oldest of 3" and that one has said, "You have something 'heavy' on your mind and to let it go because if you don't it will destroy you." Some of you might think that sounds crazy but to me I am relieved.
I had forgotten that one of the things that I told her the most was how much I loved her. I know that she knows that now. It makes me feel much better that I was told that by what I would consider complete stranger who had no idea what I was doing in Tucson.
Since I have been in Arkansas I have really mellowed out a lot. I have learned that there is no reason to get mad about things that are out of your control or that don't matter. I have learned that you better be as nice as you can while you can because the last thing that you want people to remember is that you were an asshole. I was one for a long time to a lot of people. Some of you reading this may disagree and well, some of you may agree.
But I know that I have changed. Some people tell me that they can see that and others will continue to beat me up for things that I have done in the past. For those people who will continue to do so, I don't really have the want to try to change your mind about me because well, I can't. I will learn to let go of the things that I can't control.
I will no longer be that girl that just waits for things to get to the point where they are unfixable; if they need fixing I want to do it right away. I will also no longer allow the people in my life that bring me down the most by smashing my dreams to do so anymore. I am moving on with my life with my "chin up" like many of you have told me to do. So in the words of my dad: "I will because I can. And there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me."
So my point is... I have learned life is too precious. Take your life and run...because if you don't then you will not have truly lived. I am blessed to have a family that loves me. I am blessed that I have loved, I am an Aunt, I have a dog that I consider my child, I have seen some of the most amazing things on this planet, I have a great career and a bright future, I have some of the best friends a girl could ask for even though we are all far apart I know now more than ever they are going to be there for me when I fall on my face, I have time ahead of me, but most of all I am blessed enough to have met some of the most extraordinary people anyone could ever be lucky enough to have encountered and I will hold them near and dear to my heart forever and ever.
"Life is too precious to worry about the stupid shit.
So have fun, get drunk and fall in love <3, Say what you want to say, Do what you want to do, Regret nothing, Don't let people who don't matter bring you down." -Kelly Huyser 06/18/1988 - 11/28/11
You were so right baby girl. I love you. You're a butterfly and butterflies are free to fly...fly away...high away...bye bye.
The end.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Job. Who Needs One Of Those?
I was taking a look at all of my friends on facebook and I will tell you that there is a trend amongst where some of my friends have lived and definitely where they went to school.
Some of us are just getting settled into our new careers and trying to get to where we are finally going to be comfortable. Which is the category I fall into. It definitely has been a struggle but I am going to be a top ranking executive in a large marketing company. Well, I already am there. :) I just happen to be part of an exciting time of a growing company. I am so glad that they found me.
Some of us are well nested in our careers and have families and houses and wow, a lot going on. Now this includes my friends that are stay at home mom's because we all know that being a stay at home mom is a full time and a half gig. I give kudos to those ladies they work it out all the time.
Some of us are job bouncers. Which isn't a bad thing..I used to be one of those and I am so glad I figured it out because I couldn't imagine not having a job right now. I would be super scared.
Some of us are just starting new "jobs" and hoping that the best thing in the world comes along and sweeps us off our feet. They will continue to dream instead of doing something about it.
Others are starting a career that will take them years and years to build and are working like crazy to get those years behind them. All of my friends that are Chefs...hang in there. It will happen.
A lot of my friends are still in school earning a Masters, PhD or just their first chance at being able to gain their Bachelors. To those who are doing this I say good for you! All that hard work is supposed to pay off and for your sake I hope and pray that it opens doors for you that are beyond your wildest dreams.
But the ones that really get me. I mean the ones who are always asking someone for a job when they have no business asking... you know the ones who are always looking for a hand out. You know the ones who are always couch surfing with no ambition to get up and do something about their life. They are the ones who will always be that way and although we love them to pieces we know the situations they put themselves in will never really change until they want it to.
So my point is...all these people that I mention come from different areas. But in those areas show the same trends. There are a few that are the exception but most hold true.
I wonder if the area and schooling of when we grew up has anything to do with how we carry ourselves as adult. I know my life has been a struggle but it is finally getting on track. Maybe that is because of the way I was brought up as a child? I will never know. All I know is now I want my life to be breezy and I am working hard to make it that way. Because struggling...as my Grandma Donner would have said, is for the birds. And I think she is right. So I am now working hard to make sure that my struggling days are numbered.
There really was no rhyme or reason to this rant. Just an observation. For most life is good...and really I wish that upon all of my friends. Life needs to be good in order for us to survive it completely. But it doesn't happen over night.
So in closing. I cannot say more than...I love my job and cannot wait to see where it takes me.
The end.
Some of us are just getting settled into our new careers and trying to get to where we are finally going to be comfortable. Which is the category I fall into. It definitely has been a struggle but I am going to be a top ranking executive in a large marketing company. Well, I already am there. :) I just happen to be part of an exciting time of a growing company. I am so glad that they found me.
Some of us are well nested in our careers and have families and houses and wow, a lot going on. Now this includes my friends that are stay at home mom's because we all know that being a stay at home mom is a full time and a half gig. I give kudos to those ladies they work it out all the time.
Some of us are job bouncers. Which isn't a bad thing..I used to be one of those and I am so glad I figured it out because I couldn't imagine not having a job right now. I would be super scared.
Some of us are just starting new "jobs" and hoping that the best thing in the world comes along and sweeps us off our feet. They will continue to dream instead of doing something about it.
Others are starting a career that will take them years and years to build and are working like crazy to get those years behind them. All of my friends that are Chefs...hang in there. It will happen.
A lot of my friends are still in school earning a Masters, PhD or just their first chance at being able to gain their Bachelors. To those who are doing this I say good for you! All that hard work is supposed to pay off and for your sake I hope and pray that it opens doors for you that are beyond your wildest dreams.
But the ones that really get me. I mean the ones who are always asking someone for a job when they have no business asking... you know the ones who are always looking for a hand out. You know the ones who are always couch surfing with no ambition to get up and do something about their life. They are the ones who will always be that way and although we love them to pieces we know the situations they put themselves in will never really change until they want it to.
So my point is...all these people that I mention come from different areas. But in those areas show the same trends. There are a few that are the exception but most hold true.
I wonder if the area and schooling of when we grew up has anything to do with how we carry ourselves as adult. I know my life has been a struggle but it is finally getting on track. Maybe that is because of the way I was brought up as a child? I will never know. All I know is now I want my life to be breezy and I am working hard to make it that way. Because struggling...as my Grandma Donner would have said, is for the birds. And I think she is right. So I am now working hard to make sure that my struggling days are numbered.
There really was no rhyme or reason to this rant. Just an observation. For most life is good...and really I wish that upon all of my friends. Life needs to be good in order for us to survive it completely. But it doesn't happen over night.
So in closing. I cannot say more than...I love my job and cannot wait to see where it takes me.
The end.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
A Picture Is Worth....
In this case a thousand or more words. I really do have one of the most well behaved animals I know. She is so awesome that she literally walked around looking like Antionne Dodson last night for Halloween. People were stopping to take pictures of her and take pictures with her. Hilarious! Anyhow, here is a picture of her in full get up.
Now here is a picture of that fool Antionne.
I dunno dude, they look pretty close but you be the judge of that.
Now here is a picture of that fool Antionne.
I dunno dude, they look pretty close but you be the judge of that.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Picture This. FAIL!
So, I thought that I was going to be cool and insert a picture a day on my blog. HAHAHAHA! Who the hell was I kidding? I don't really have time to be doing anything crazy like that but I will however say this. I always capture some amazing photos with my cool phone...which btw isn't cool anymore. I now want the new droid Bionic. Someone I know got one and I am completely jealous. I WANT IT!
Anyhow, I digressed. So from now on I am going to go back to my usual rants and try not to kid myself or you for that matter any longer. I never finish anything that I say I am going to do for myself so why start now? But as I mentioned earlier I will definitely share the funny pictures that I capture on my phone or awesome pictures or even pictures that you may have to turn your head to understand what the hell you are looking at.
Like this one for example:
Or this:
Or this:
So, now onto a new topic. I...did I mention that I am literally the Bionic woman? I mean seriously, I work two big deal jobs and I make it look like a piece of cake most of the time. I am a Direct of Business Advisory Services for one company and a Director of Local Marketing for another...but the title for that one is more fun. I am the "Local Genius" yes that's right. I am a Local Genius. Who freaking knew that little old me would be referred to as a Genius one day. Hopefully no one figures me out truly or I am in deep crap. Just kidding. I really am a genius.
Well the reason I brought this up is that my sweets and I got into a pretty serious argument about it. He seems to think that I work way too much. Which after reading what I wrote about not being able to keep up with something as simple as Picture a Day. He might be right. But unfortunately I love my job. Now keeping in mind serious to me is any type of arguing because I don't like to argue anymore..been there done that I am over arguing.
Right now I don't have anything else but my career. No husband or kids. Just a dog and a career that is taking off in leaps and bounds. I am proud of where my career is and well, I can't be happier with my jobs. I mean who else gets to sit at home and work their butts off in their pajamas all day? Not many. He has to wear a shirt and a tie everyday. I say forget that. I like my sweats and being able to see my dog all day. Right now she is what is most important in my life. If I can provide a great home for her then that is all that matters.
So here is to working in my PJs and drinking cherry kool-aid while I work all day and sometimes night.
The end.
Anyhow, I digressed. So from now on I am going to go back to my usual rants and try not to kid myself or you for that matter any longer. I never finish anything that I say I am going to do for myself so why start now? But as I mentioned earlier I will definitely share the funny pictures that I capture on my phone or awesome pictures or even pictures that you may have to turn your head to understand what the hell you are looking at.
Like this one for example:
Or this:
Or this:
So, now onto a new topic. I...did I mention that I am literally the Bionic woman? I mean seriously, I work two big deal jobs and I make it look like a piece of cake most of the time. I am a Direct of Business Advisory Services for one company and a Director of Local Marketing for another...but the title for that one is more fun. I am the "Local Genius" yes that's right. I am a Local Genius. Who freaking knew that little old me would be referred to as a Genius one day. Hopefully no one figures me out truly or I am in deep crap. Just kidding. I really am a genius.
Well the reason I brought this up is that my sweets and I got into a pretty serious argument about it. He seems to think that I work way too much. Which after reading what I wrote about not being able to keep up with something as simple as Picture a Day. He might be right. But unfortunately I love my job. Now keeping in mind serious to me is any type of arguing because I don't like to argue anymore..been there done that I am over arguing.
Right now I don't have anything else but my career. No husband or kids. Just a dog and a career that is taking off in leaps and bounds. I am proud of where my career is and well, I can't be happier with my jobs. I mean who else gets to sit at home and work their butts off in their pajamas all day? Not many. He has to wear a shirt and a tie everyday. I say forget that. I like my sweats and being able to see my dog all day. Right now she is what is most important in my life. If I can provide a great home for her then that is all that matters.
So here is to working in my PJs and drinking cherry kool-aid while I work all day and sometimes night.
The end.
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