thought I was black.... Again... This happens on a regular basis. Well, not necessarily people thinking I'm black, although that definitely wasn't the first time that's happened. It's hilarious to hear what people think my race is. I've gotten all sorts of crazy guesses since I can remember. It's kind of ridiculous actually. And I was recently talking to some of my coworkers about it, because I'm in a new town and, well, whenever I meet new people I know that question will come up eventually. "Caitlin, what ARE you?" It happens. It happened at work, it's happened in my ward, it happened at FHE two nights ago... Ha. At FHE the other night two random guys, at two different times, came up to me and asked if I am half Filipino. They were both white guys, so I said, "why, did you serve there?" Both of them had haha. They both said they were gonna start speaking Tagalog to me to see if I'd understand. I told them I would not have. And then it was awkward. But then after that I was talking to a few guys I met a couple weeks ago, and we started talking about "what I am." And I was telling them all the crazy things people in the past have thought, or nicknames people have come up with for me. Here are a few, more memorable ones:
-Arabian Princess
-Persian Princess
-Egyptian, because of my eyes...
-half Mexican/half black... WAY off
-just Mexican
-just black
-other ridiculous things.
Truth is, I don't even know "what I am" half the time, not even kidding. Every time I see my grandpa, he tells us we're something else. "Oh, you're part Indo-Chinese." or, "Yeah, you're part Caribbean Indian." No one even knows what that means. Bottom line, I'm a mutt. I have an idea of where I came from but some aren't actually confirmed. I'm just confused.
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Just whatever.
Here's a newly developed pet peeve of mine: POINTLESS DOGS.
I'm currently house-sitting for a coworker and his wife who are visiting his family in Guam. He's been gone about 2 weeks, and comes back this weekend, I think. The main reason he needed a house-sitter is because he has two little dogs. I thought, sure, hey, my family had a couple dogs growing up. How hard could it be. Of course, my family dogs were outside dogs. Which I have decided is the only way to go. Okay. These two dogs I'm watching are the most pointless dogs I've ever seen. My coworker, Roland, said they just live in the house during the day when I'm home, including at night when I'm sleeping. When I'm gone they go in the kennel. And if I open the backyard door they'll run right outside and go to the bathroom. The first few days, they pooped and peed on the floor at least 5 times a day. Not kidding. I went to take a shower, got out, came downstairs, there was poop in the family room and pee in the kitchen. I went to go pee in the bathroom for 1.5 minutes. Came out, the biggest dog load I've ever seen had been dropped in the middle of the living room floor. I went to sleep at night like a normal human being. Woke up in the morning, there was poop on 3 stairs! I about kicked those dogs out the second story window. Now, they live outside when I'm home, and when I'm sleeping or at work they live in the kennel. They are the worst-trained dogs I've ever seen in my life. Roland and his wife have had these dogs forever, apparently. BUT they barely acknowledge their own names. They poop on the floor when I'm out of their site for more than a minute and a half. They don't go to the bathroom outside when I open the door. I get they're not used to me, but it's absolutely retarded!
Lack of dog training isn't what defines a pointless dog to me, though. Not completely, anyway. These dogs don't get walked. They don't provide entertainment, like fetching balls or something. They don't really ever leave the house unless they have to pee or poo. They're not even good watch dogs because they bark for ten minutes at literally anything that moves, including me. THEY'RE JUST POINTLESS.
I texted my sister, Jael, last week and told her that I appreciate that she and her husband trained their dog so well. I'm not a dog person. I never have been, and I am confident I will never own a dog. So trained dogs were always kind of like, "ooh, cool" to me. Jael and Paul have worked on training their dog since he was a puppy and when I lived with them I never had to worry about Toka being an idiot like these dogs. Even though I still am not a lover of pooches, I have quickly learned to appreciate people who take the time train their dogs. And I have quickly learned that I won't ever house-sit for pointless dogs again. The funny thing is, my coworker and his wife talk about their dogs like they're gods. It's really awkward.
I'm currently house-sitting for a coworker and his wife who are visiting his family in Guam. He's been gone about 2 weeks, and comes back this weekend, I think. The main reason he needed a house-sitter is because he has two little dogs. I thought, sure, hey, my family had a couple dogs growing up. How hard could it be. Of course, my family dogs were outside dogs. Which I have decided is the only way to go. Okay. These two dogs I'm watching are the most pointless dogs I've ever seen. My coworker, Roland, said they just live in the house during the day when I'm home, including at night when I'm sleeping. When I'm gone they go in the kennel. And if I open the backyard door they'll run right outside and go to the bathroom. The first few days, they pooped and peed on the floor at least 5 times a day. Not kidding. I went to take a shower, got out, came downstairs, there was poop in the family room and pee in the kitchen. I went to go pee in the bathroom for 1.5 minutes. Came out, the biggest dog load I've ever seen had been dropped in the middle of the living room floor. I went to sleep at night like a normal human being. Woke up in the morning, there was poop on 3 stairs! I about kicked those dogs out the second story window. Now, they live outside when I'm home, and when I'm sleeping or at work they live in the kennel. They are the worst-trained dogs I've ever seen in my life. Roland and his wife have had these dogs forever, apparently. BUT they barely acknowledge their own names. They poop on the floor when I'm out of their site for more than a minute and a half. They don't go to the bathroom outside when I open the door. I get they're not used to me, but it's absolutely retarded!
Lack of dog training isn't what defines a pointless dog to me, though. Not completely, anyway. These dogs don't get walked. They don't provide entertainment, like fetching balls or something. They don't really ever leave the house unless they have to pee or poo. They're not even good watch dogs because they bark for ten minutes at literally anything that moves, including me. THEY'RE JUST POINTLESS.
I texted my sister, Jael, last week and told her that I appreciate that she and her husband trained their dog so well. I'm not a dog person. I never have been, and I am confident I will never own a dog. So trained dogs were always kind of like, "ooh, cool" to me. Jael and Paul have worked on training their dog since he was a puppy and when I lived with them I never had to worry about Toka being an idiot like these dogs. Even though I still am not a lover of pooches, I have quickly learned to appreciate people who take the time train their dogs. And I have quickly learned that I won't ever house-sit for pointless dogs again. The funny thing is, my coworker and his wife talk about their dogs like they're gods. It's really awkward.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Blenting through FB statusi
I invented a new word. Blent. Blog vent. Eh? You like? Today, I don't know why, I've had one-liner thoughts running through my head all day. Most of them are recently acquired annoyances. So, instead of posting 1400 statuses on Facebook in a 24 hour period, I decided to blent about them. Okay, so they're not all one liners. But I would make them one liners if I were on Facebook. Pft.
Commence blent.
1. I decided I hate listening to Eminem songs. Firstly, I would never buy any of his albums, or even any of his singles probably. He swears literally every other word. Consequently, I hate listening to his edited versions on the radio. Literally every other word is bleeped out, and I spend 3 minutes of my life listening to, "uhh *bleep*, yeah, *bleep* *bleep*, mockingbird, *bleep* you dumb *bleep* ..." stuff like that. It's so stupid. And that happened this morning. I can't get those 3 minutes back.
2. It really, REALLY bothers me when adults misspell simple words. I'm usually a stickler when it comes to grammar and spelling, but I get that there are difficult words to spell. I understand that. But when you're 60 years old, you've seen these common words every day of your life, and you STILL misspell them? One of my friends' grandmas posted a comment on her Facebook and it said, "that is so GROSE." Seriously? How many times in your 60 years of life, your 21,900 days of life, have you seen and read the word "gross" and you spell it "GROSE"?? I was so annoyed by that. If that were MY grandma....
3. I think it's hilarious when you see an old man with a see-through white shirt and you can see his dark nipples. Or when the enitre top half of his shirt is unbuttoned and you can see his dark, leathery chest and saggy boobs. I see that on a consistent basis at work. While it is disgusting and I wouldn't be sad if I never had to see that again, stuff like that screams, "I don't give a damn." And that makes me laugh.
4. I think whoever it was in Vegas who decided that doing construction on all 3 majors highways at the same time is a super big idiot. In about a 5 mile stretch on my way home from work today, the fastest I got going was 16 mph. So awesome.
5. I really miss driving a stick shift. I've driven a LOT of different cars in my ripe old age of 22, but only my first 2 were stick. And I miss it. Somebody call the wambulance.
6. Project Runway has entirely too much GAY in it. But I sit down to watch it and before I know it 6 hours has gone by. That's happened before. But tonight it was only 2.5 hours. Why is that show so addicting!
7. I feel incredibly awkward and am incredibly bothered when a guy uses "hehehe" or "teehee" or "heehee" in a text message. Or any kind of conversation whatsoever. It gives me the willies.
8. I realized today that I want my concert virginity to be stolen by a country singer. Like Taylor Swift. I would love that. I realized this when a coworker offered me 2 tickets to go see Duran Duran tomorrow night. I realized, I did not want to. I want to go to a country concert instead. Yeah.
Blenting complete. More may be added.
Commence blent.
1. I decided I hate listening to Eminem songs. Firstly, I would never buy any of his albums, or even any of his singles probably. He swears literally every other word. Consequently, I hate listening to his edited versions on the radio. Literally every other word is bleeped out, and I spend 3 minutes of my life listening to, "uhh *bleep*, yeah, *bleep* *bleep*, mockingbird, *bleep* you dumb *bleep* ..." stuff like that. It's so stupid. And that happened this morning. I can't get those 3 minutes back.
2. It really, REALLY bothers me when adults misspell simple words. I'm usually a stickler when it comes to grammar and spelling, but I get that there are difficult words to spell. I understand that. But when you're 60 years old, you've seen these common words every day of your life, and you STILL misspell them? One of my friends' grandmas posted a comment on her Facebook and it said, "that is so GROSE." Seriously? How many times in your 60 years of life, your 21,900 days of life, have you seen and read the word "gross" and you spell it "GROSE"?? I was so annoyed by that. If that were MY grandma....
3. I think it's hilarious when you see an old man with a see-through white shirt and you can see his dark nipples. Or when the enitre top half of his shirt is unbuttoned and you can see his dark, leathery chest and saggy boobs. I see that on a consistent basis at work. While it is disgusting and I wouldn't be sad if I never had to see that again, stuff like that screams, "I don't give a damn." And that makes me laugh.
4. I think whoever it was in Vegas who decided that doing construction on all 3 majors highways at the same time is a super big idiot. In about a 5 mile stretch on my way home from work today, the fastest I got going was 16 mph. So awesome.
5. I really miss driving a stick shift. I've driven a LOT of different cars in my ripe old age of 22, but only my first 2 were stick. And I miss it. Somebody call the wambulance.
6. Project Runway has entirely too much GAY in it. But I sit down to watch it and before I know it 6 hours has gone by. That's happened before. But tonight it was only 2.5 hours. Why is that show so addicting!
7. I feel incredibly awkward and am incredibly bothered when a guy uses "hehehe" or "teehee" or "heehee" in a text message. Or any kind of conversation whatsoever. It gives me the willies.
8. I realized today that I want my concert virginity to be stolen by a country singer. Like Taylor Swift. I would love that. I realized this when a coworker offered me 2 tickets to go see Duran Duran tomorrow night. I realized, I did not want to. I want to go to a country concert instead. Yeah.
Blenting complete. More may be added.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Tucson
So I went to Tucson this last weekend. I flew in Wednesday night and got home last night, Monday. I wasn't exactly ecstatic to go home. I was excited for the break from work and to see family and friends, but I left Tucson for a reason. Among other reasons, Tucson had become somewhat... boring... So I wasn't bouncing out of my seat trying to be the first one off the plane. I'd been trying to go home for almost a month. I missed Maile's baptism at the end of August because I couldn't get work off so I had been trying to get down since then and hang out with Maile a little bit. I finally got a chance to go home. And I'm glad I did. Yes, while Tucson doesn't always have the ideal nightlife or social experiences, Tucson is home. There's a feel about Tucson that just makes me comfortable. It's the place I know best. It's where I have easy access to watch all U of A games. It's where my closest friends are. It's where my family is (most of it). It's where I can get my Eegee's fix. Or Nico's. It's where I can go just about anywhere and it's guaranteed that I'll see someone I know. It's where 94% of my favorite memories were spent. And being away from it has made me realize, I DO miss Tucson. I didn't know I'd ever say that. But I do. My mind is still made up that when I get married and/or start a family that I want to live in a small town with lots of trees, but Tucson will always be home. And I like that.
I'm not a big picture-taker. Some of my friends take pictures every chance they get. Sometimes I think that is cool and wished I did that. Because sometimes I'm like, "ooh I wish I had a picture of that one time. If so-and-so were with me we'd definitely have a picture." But sometimes I just forget to whip out my camera. But I did take a few when I was in Tucson. Here are mis favoritos:
My parents have one chicken. Yeah. Just one. It cracks me up. I think they are trying to train her to lay eggs? I don't even know if that's possible. But I think they said she only lays a couple here and there. Either way, they have a chicken. And I took a picture with it.
My good friend Kacy Brown and I went to get our nails done, just because we felt like it. I've always wanted to have zebra-print acrylics, so I finally fulfilled my dream. Check it off the bucket list. Next up... surfing.
Oh Eegee's. Is there anymore I can say about a FREE Party Pak of WATERMELON Eegee's?? One of my old managers from Harbor Freight really hooked me up on this one. His wife works
for corporate Eegee's and so she was able to get this for me for free. I crave this stuff. SO GOOD.
If you've ever let a kid play with your front-facing camera on your phone, you know it keeps them busy for a while. But if you have a front-facing camera WITH an app that distorts their face in a hundred different ways, it'll keep them busy for hours. Literally. I had a similar app before, but then Kendric introduced me to this one. It seriously has so many different ways to screw up your face. And literally like 20 times a day Maile and Aleigha asked if they could use my phone to either play a game or take hundreds of distorted pictures. These are two of my favorites. Those girls are crazy.
There's this park in the buttcrack of Tucson called Agua Caliente Park. It's at the very north end of Houghton, off of Tanque Verde. Kacy, Patricia, Robyn and I went there about a year and a half ago. I don't know why in the world we went there, because none of us lived anywhere near that park, but it turned into Kacy's favorite park. It IS a great park. It's unlike any park in Tucson really. It has a pond, pretty sure it's manmade. And it has palm trees everywhere and grass and it's really pretty. Well, us 4 decided to go back again. Kacy is one of those people who takes a picture for every step she takes. The park was no different occasion. We weren't there that long because as Tricia put it, we were "sweating like hogs." Eww. But in the pond there are a bunch of little turtles. And when we went to the edge of the pond, for some reason all the turtles started flocking toward us. Do turtles flock? I don't know. But they did. I think the most we counted in a little area was 14. I like turtles.
So my family and I went to Five Guys one night. Sidenote, BEST burgers ever. I crave them. Anywho. Two things about Five Guys if you didn't know. 1. They have peanuts you can eat while you wait for your food. You just fill up a little box and munch away. *Munch* is a gross word. 2. They have index cards and crayons that you can write things on and hang up on a bulletin board. Most people write like, "Five Guys rules" or just "Five Guys!" Boring stuff like that. Not Kendric and I. Kendric decided, "I'm gonna write like a little kid." And he left the "t" out of "peanuts." Essentially, Kendric likes peanus. Nay. Kendric LOVES peanus. Say that out loud. I, on the other hand, just like peanuts. Normally I wouldn't post a picture like this because I know my mom would say something like, "ugh, Caitlin you're so offensive." But in this case, my dad is the one who took the picture, and my mom and dad were the ones laughing the hardest. So I feel justified in posting this picture. At least it's not on facebook, right?
I've recently discovered that I like flying. I'm sure I would get sick of it really quickly if I had any amount of frequent flyer miles racked up, but I enjoy the occasional short trip. Like Tucson to Vegas. Except, I don't love it when there is a screaming baby right behind me for the majority of the flight. That is no fun. So I took pictures out my window to keep me from wanting to turn around and kick that baby in the mouth. Kidding. But really. I had to do something to keep myself busy. I had about as many airplane pictures in my phone as I had Maile and Aleigha crazy pictures. I feel like that was a weird sentence. But I don't know how to fix it. Anyway, this picture was my favorite out of all of them. It's right as we were leaving Tucson.
THE END.
I'm not a big picture-taker. Some of my friends take pictures every chance they get. Sometimes I think that is cool and wished I did that. Because sometimes I'm like, "ooh I wish I had a picture of that one time. If so-and-so were with me we'd definitely have a picture." But sometimes I just forget to whip out my camera. But I did take a few when I was in Tucson. Here are mis favoritos:
My parents have one chicken. Yeah. Just one. It cracks me up. I think they are trying to train her to lay eggs? I don't even know if that's possible. But I think they said she only lays a couple here and there. Either way, they have a chicken. And I took a picture with it.
My good friend Kacy Brown and I went to get our nails done, just because we felt like it. I've always wanted to have zebra-print acrylics, so I finally fulfilled my dream. Check it off the bucket list. Next up... surfing.
Oh Eegee's. Is there anymore I can say about a FREE Party Pak of WATERMELON Eegee's?? One of my old managers from Harbor Freight really hooked me up on this one. His wife worksfor corporate Eegee's and so she was able to get this for me for free. I crave this stuff. SO GOOD.
If you've ever let a kid play with your front-facing camera on your phone, you know it keeps them busy for a while. But if you have a front-facing camera WITH an app that distorts their face in a hundred different ways, it'll keep them busy for hours. Literally. I had a similar app before, but then Kendric introduced me to this one. It seriously has so many different ways to screw up your face. And literally like 20 times a day Maile and Aleigha asked if they could use my phone to either play a game or take hundreds of distorted pictures. These are two of my favorites. Those girls are crazy.
There's this park in the buttcrack of Tucson called Agua Caliente Park. It's at the very north end of Houghton, off of Tanque Verde. Kacy, Patricia, Robyn and I went there about a year and a half ago. I don't know why in the world we went there, because none of us lived anywhere near that park, but it turned into Kacy's favorite park. It IS a great park. It's unlike any park in Tucson really. It has a pond, pretty sure it's manmade. And it has palm trees everywhere and grass and it's really pretty. Well, us 4 decided to go back again. Kacy is one of those people who takes a picture for every step she takes. The park was no different occasion. We weren't there that long because as Tricia put it, we were "sweating like hogs." Eww. But in the pond there are a bunch of little turtles. And when we went to the edge of the pond, for some reason all the turtles started flocking toward us. Do turtles flock? I don't know. But they did. I think the most we counted in a little area was 14. I like turtles.
So my family and I went to Five Guys one night. Sidenote, BEST burgers ever. I crave them. Anywho. Two things about Five Guys if you didn't know. 1. They have peanuts you can eat while you wait for your food. You just fill up a little box and munch away. *Munch* is a gross word. 2. They have index cards and crayons that you can write things on and hang up on a bulletin board. Most people write like, "Five Guys rules" or just "Five Guys!" Boring stuff like that. Not Kendric and I. Kendric decided, "I'm gonna write like a little kid." And he left the "t" out of "peanuts." Essentially, Kendric likes peanus. Nay. Kendric LOVES peanus. Say that out loud. I, on the other hand, just like peanuts. Normally I wouldn't post a picture like this because I know my mom would say something like, "ugh, Caitlin you're so offensive." But in this case, my dad is the one who took the picture, and my mom and dad were the ones laughing the hardest. So I feel justified in posting this picture. At least it's not on facebook, right?
I've recently discovered that I like flying. I'm sure I would get sick of it really quickly if I had any amount of frequent flyer miles racked up, but I enjoy the occasional short trip. Like Tucson to Vegas. Except, I don't love it when there is a screaming baby right behind me for the majority of the flight. That is no fun. So I took pictures out my window to keep me from wanting to turn around and kick that baby in the mouth. Kidding. But really. I had to do something to keep myself busy. I had about as many airplane pictures in my phone as I had Maile and Aleigha crazy pictures. I feel like that was a weird sentence. But I don't know how to fix it. Anyway, this picture was my favorite out of all of them. It's right as we were leaving Tucson.THE END.
Monday, September 12, 2011
peectures
A few things everyone should know about me: (or not, whatever. won't hurt my feelings)
1. I think in images.
2. I don't laugh out loud when I read books, er... more appropriately, magazines, or newspapers and whatnot. My imagination does not run very wild when I read. It just doesn't happen. Picture books are a different story.
3. I DO tend to laugh out loud to myself when I SEE something funny. Like certain pictures, or something funny on TV. When I watched TV...
4. I laugh a lot. But, when I'm with people and I laugh, a lot of times it's more of a purposeful, it-wasn't-really-funny-but-I-don't-want-to-make-it-awkward-so-I'm-gonna-laugh laugh. I know funny people, but I think I know more unfunny people who think they're funny. SO, I really appreciate when someone says something that makes me genuinely laugh. I'm a sucker for ACTUALLY funny people. And I love when pictures make me laugh out loud. That's when I know they're truly funny.
Without further adieu, I thought I'd share some pictures that I've stumbled upon (heehee-- on StumbleUpon) recently. Ones that made me LOL for real.
1. The title of this was "Expectations vs. Reality." I literally laughed about this for a solid 5 minutes.
2. I'm going to start yelling, "FOR SCIENCE!" just because it sounds awesome.
3. This girl just rules.
4. I had one of those, "what is wrong with people" reactions about this one. But nonetheless, I couldn't stop laughing about it. It's hilarious in a sick and twisted way. And it's a boy. I think...
5. "Hey guys, let's go to Antarctica and tag the icebergs." I had another mental "wtf" reaction...
6. I don't think this needs any words. I kept going back to it and laughing about it. It's perfect.
7. I want a child like Russell.
1. I think in images.
2. I don't laugh out loud when I read books, er... more appropriately, magazines, or newspapers and whatnot. My imagination does not run very wild when I read. It just doesn't happen. Picture books are a different story.
3. I DO tend to laugh out loud to myself when I SEE something funny. Like certain pictures, or something funny on TV. When I watched TV...
4. I laugh a lot. But, when I'm with people and I laugh, a lot of times it's more of a purposeful, it-wasn't-really-funny-but-I-don't-want-to-make-it-awkward-so-I'm-gonna-laugh laugh. I know funny people, but I think I know more unfunny people who think they're funny. SO, I really appreciate when someone says something that makes me genuinely laugh. I'm a sucker for ACTUALLY funny people. And I love when pictures make me laugh out loud. That's when I know they're truly funny.
Without further adieu, I thought I'd share some pictures that I've stumbled upon (heehee-- on StumbleUpon) recently. Ones that made me LOL for real.
1. The title of this was "Expectations vs. Reality." I literally laughed about this for a solid 5 minutes.
2. I'm going to start yelling, "FOR SCIENCE!" just because it sounds awesome.
3. This girl just rules.
4. I had one of those, "what is wrong with people" reactions about this one. But nonetheless, I couldn't stop laughing about it. It's hilarious in a sick and twisted way. And it's a boy. I think...
5. "Hey guys, let's go to Antarctica and tag the icebergs." I had another mental "wtf" reaction...
6. I don't think this needs any words. I kept going back to it and laughing about it. It's perfect.
7. I want a child like Russell.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
GOOD DAYS.
Here's something I don't get.
I don't understand how someone's life is SO AWFUL and crappy that they have to post about it on Facebook every other day?? Their status will say, "omg I'm having the worst day everrrr" one day and then 2 days later it'll say, "having a super bad day :( just want everyone to leave me alone." Like, wtf? Does your life really suck that bad? I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Because yeah, I have bad days too. There are days when I just don't feel like talking to anybody or going anywhere. There are days when I just feel like crying. But after I really sit down and think about it, my life is really not that bad. Sure, I have things I could complain about. I have money issues just like everyone else. My car sucks, and barely runs. I've made some dumb decisions that have prevented me from spiritual progression. I'm "behind" in life as far as LDS standards go these days. I'm not married. I'm almost 23 and I'm not even close to getting my degree yet. I have boy problems. All my good friends are 400 miles away. I don't have cable.
BUT. My life is not that bad. I have a pretty good job, with pretty good health benefits. I have A car. I have some good coworkers who look out for me. I have a lot of options as far as school goes. I have good roommates with good standards. I have the church. I have the institute. I have my family. I have a laptop and Hulu. So really, I can't complain all too much. There are things that I wish were different. There were things I wish I could go back and do over. But I can't. And I've accepted that. And I'm accepting the consequences and moving forward. But even still. Those are MY problems. I'm taking care of them. So, even if I do have a bad day, why let people know about it? Why should I make it public that my day sucks?
I remember a lady teaching a class at EFY some time ago. I don't remember her name or what her class was about. But I remember her telling us to play the "Glad Game." She said that for every trial we go through, whether it be life-changing or something minute, find something good about it and be glad about it, and thankful for it. She said it would help us keep a positive perspective and focus on being happy. That was over 5 years ago, and still, every time something happens I try to play the "Glad Game" in my head. Take all my 27 car accidents for example. I remember my first car accident. I was driving my parents' car, and some dummy hit me in Cienega's parking lot and totaled it. I'd never been in an accident before, so I was frozen. Frozen with fear and anxiety mostly. Fear that my parents would kill me. Anxious that I wouldn't have the balls to stand up to the dumb kid. But thankfully, Shane was there to yell at the dumb kid for me. Thankfully, my parents weren't mad at me. Thankfully, I didn't get hurt. And I was glad for that. That was a sucky, sucky day. But I was glad it wasn't worse than it was. And it easily could've been. Thank goodness for that Glad Game.
I just don't understand how people, especially people my age, can have such sucky crappy lives. Makes me wonder what makes it SO BAD. I guess either they're really dramatic, or they really want sympathy. Either way, I guess I don't know their situation so I can't really say anything. But I can say that I haven't had a super terrible day in a long time, and I'm grateful for that.
I don't understand how someone's life is SO AWFUL and crappy that they have to post about it on Facebook every other day?? Their status will say, "omg I'm having the worst day everrrr" one day and then 2 days later it'll say, "having a super bad day :( just want everyone to leave me alone." Like, wtf? Does your life really suck that bad? I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Because yeah, I have bad days too. There are days when I just don't feel like talking to anybody or going anywhere. There are days when I just feel like crying. But after I really sit down and think about it, my life is really not that bad. Sure, I have things I could complain about. I have money issues just like everyone else. My car sucks, and barely runs. I've made some dumb decisions that have prevented me from spiritual progression. I'm "behind" in life as far as LDS standards go these days. I'm not married. I'm almost 23 and I'm not even close to getting my degree yet. I have boy problems. All my good friends are 400 miles away. I don't have cable.
BUT. My life is not that bad. I have a pretty good job, with pretty good health benefits. I have A car. I have some good coworkers who look out for me. I have a lot of options as far as school goes. I have good roommates with good standards. I have the church. I have the institute. I have my family. I have a laptop and Hulu. So really, I can't complain all too much. There are things that I wish were different. There were things I wish I could go back and do over. But I can't. And I've accepted that. And I'm accepting the consequences and moving forward. But even still. Those are MY problems. I'm taking care of them. So, even if I do have a bad day, why let people know about it? Why should I make it public that my day sucks?
I remember a lady teaching a class at EFY some time ago. I don't remember her name or what her class was about. But I remember her telling us to play the "Glad Game." She said that for every trial we go through, whether it be life-changing or something minute, find something good about it and be glad about it, and thankful for it. She said it would help us keep a positive perspective and focus on being happy. That was over 5 years ago, and still, every time something happens I try to play the "Glad Game" in my head. Take all my 27 car accidents for example. I remember my first car accident. I was driving my parents' car, and some dummy hit me in Cienega's parking lot and totaled it. I'd never been in an accident before, so I was frozen. Frozen with fear and anxiety mostly. Fear that my parents would kill me. Anxious that I wouldn't have the balls to stand up to the dumb kid. But thankfully, Shane was there to yell at the dumb kid for me. Thankfully, my parents weren't mad at me. Thankfully, I didn't get hurt. And I was glad for that. That was a sucky, sucky day. But I was glad it wasn't worse than it was. And it easily could've been. Thank goodness for that Glad Game.
I just don't understand how people, especially people my age, can have such sucky crappy lives. Makes me wonder what makes it SO BAD. I guess either they're really dramatic, or they really want sympathy. Either way, I guess I don't know their situation so I can't really say anything. But I can say that I haven't had a super terrible day in a long time, and I'm grateful for that.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
LC
As I was on StumbleUpon today, it brought me to Lauren Conrad's blog. Naturally, being the judgmental person that I sometimes am, my first thought was, "ugh, Lauren Conrad." But, StumbleUpon knows my interests, so I decided to see why it suggested this page to me. I don't even know what her blog post was about, but there were a lot of pictures of cute things. And when I saw this cake:
I decided that this will be the kind of cake that I have at my wedding! Good thing I live so close to the M&M store. Hope y'all like chocolate! Thanks for the idea, LC!
I decided that this will be the kind of cake that I have at my wedding! Good thing I live so close to the M&M store. Hope y'all like chocolate! Thanks for the idea, LC!
Friday, August 19, 2011
i dunno?
Okay. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I think I have this reputation that I'm just a sarcastic sally all the time? I don't know how I got that! An old coworker from Tucson texted me a couple days ago and was asking how I was doing, yada yada yada. AND THEN she said, "I miss your dry angry wit." And I was like "wtf?" Which, I understand that with this particular coworker, yes, most of our conversations at work consisted of mild bantering. Because she generally had a negative attitude towards life and it was hard to actually talk to her like a normal person sometimes. But it made me wonder, do I really have a DRY, ANGRY wit?? I don't think I am an angry person. In fact I know I am not an angry person. I remember when I first moved to Vail, a few of my volleyball teammates told me a few months after the season ended, that most of them thought I was a biznatch when I first moved there. Is it because I was quiet and didn't really talk to anyone? Because I didn't have any friends?? Another time one of my friends mentioned that she's never seen me cry, that I was just a bada$$. I don't know where that one came from?? And here in Vegas, at my new store, all of my managers just do the same thing as my old coworker. We just spend the day making witty comments back and forth. Which, I don't really mind. It's not like I'm trying to make my coworkers and managers my best friends or anything, but I really don't know what it is about me that, when I meet people my sarcastic side comes out. Sometimes, yes, I provoke it. But I know when I moved to Vegas and started working, I did not have very many witty things to say to my coworkers. I did not like this store too much, so I didn't really say anything to anyone. I guess there is something written on my back, because from day one a few of my managers were pushing the sarcastic buttons. And I guess that's where it started. I don't know why, or what compelled them to bring that out of me.
Just so everyone knows, I'm not sarcastic ALL THE TIME. I CAN have a serious conversation, I DO have other emotions. I DO cry. I DO care about things more than it apparently seems. Don't get me wrong, wit and sarcasm and all that jazz, is who I am. I've always been that way. My family is that way. My friends are that way. It's who I am, I don't deny that. In fact I like it. And yes, to a certain degree, my wit and sarcasm is sometimes "dry." But I don't think it's angry. I don't think I'm a tough bada$$. I've never thought that, ever. And I don't think I'm a biznatch. And I just don't know what it is about me that screams I'M SARCASTIC when I meet people. Maybe I'm just oblivious to it all. Meh. Life goes on. That's my thought for the week.
Just so everyone knows, I'm not sarcastic ALL THE TIME. I CAN have a serious conversation, I DO have other emotions. I DO cry. I DO care about things more than it apparently seems. Don't get me wrong, wit and sarcasm and all that jazz, is who I am. I've always been that way. My family is that way. My friends are that way. It's who I am, I don't deny that. In fact I like it. And yes, to a certain degree, my wit and sarcasm is sometimes "dry." But I don't think it's angry. I don't think I'm a tough bada$$. I've never thought that, ever. And I don't think I'm a biznatch. And I just don't know what it is about me that screams I'M SARCASTIC when I meet people. Maybe I'm just oblivious to it all. Meh. Life goes on. That's my thought for the week.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
MOVING DAY.
Okay sooooo. I finally got the keys to my new apartment! Which is a big deal, because I almost had to stay in some shady weekly rental place with my roommates. But thankfully, we didn't have to do that. I met up with my roommates today after work, walked around the place (it's a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom condo), and got the keys. Then I went back to Jael's house, packed up most of my stuff, and drove it back over to my new place. I will have to move the rest tomorrow or Friday.
Jael and Paul are moving on Saturday, so that means I will be completely alone in Vegas :( I have my aunt and uncle and cousins here, who are super cool, so that will be okay. But I'm pretty much living here alone. I've never lived somewhere with none of my family around, so it'll be interesting to say the least. Who knows, if I don't like it maybe I'll move to Hawaii or somewhere like that. I was thinking a lot today about moving to Hawaii. I have no timeline. I have nowhere to be. I don't have anything or anyone holding me back. Except money. Money sucks. But really, I can go wherever I want or do whatever I want. (If I had money) So here's to adventure! But I really think I will enjoy this condo. It had a good vibe when I walked in. Not to mention the rooms are huge, so that's a plus. I have two roommates right now, and we are in the process of finding a 4th roommate. Cost of living is a little bit higher here in Vegas than it is in Tucson, so that kind of sucks. Getting a 4th roommate (Danni??) would help my rent costs go down significantly. But I've been spoiled at Jael's house having my own room and bathroom for the last couple months, so it's kind of a catch 22 situation. Pay less, or live in private bliss? Ah decisions. Pay less. That's always the option for me. DANNI, COME ON DOWN.
Here are some pictures of my new abode:
That is my room. Hopefully soon to be "our" room. I feel like it looks bigger in person...
That's my bathroom. Hopefully soon to be "our" bathroom. Okay I'm done with that. Sorry I'm so hopeful.
That is my cute half of the closet. Well, half of my half. The other half is hidden behind the HUGE MIRROR DOOR. I think that is my favorite part of my room. Not trying to be vain or anything, but I love that my closet doors are 3 huge mirrors. I just love it okay.
Anyway. That is my lovely new condo. Time for a new life again. New ward, new friends, new scooter (YES), new roommates, more strangers, more unfamiliarity, more fake laughing, more awkwardness, you get the picture. This will be cool. Cheers.
Jael and Paul are moving on Saturday, so that means I will be completely alone in Vegas :( I have my aunt and uncle and cousins here, who are super cool, so that will be okay. But I'm pretty much living here alone. I've never lived somewhere with none of my family around, so it'll be interesting to say the least. Who knows, if I don't like it maybe I'll move to Hawaii or somewhere like that. I was thinking a lot today about moving to Hawaii. I have no timeline. I have nowhere to be. I don't have anything or anyone holding me back. Except money. Money sucks. But really, I can go wherever I want or do whatever I want. (If I had money) So here's to adventure! But I really think I will enjoy this condo. It had a good vibe when I walked in. Not to mention the rooms are huge, so that's a plus. I have two roommates right now, and we are in the process of finding a 4th roommate. Cost of living is a little bit higher here in Vegas than it is in Tucson, so that kind of sucks. Getting a 4th roommate (Danni??) would help my rent costs go down significantly. But I've been spoiled at Jael's house having my own room and bathroom for the last couple months, so it's kind of a catch 22 situation. Pay less, or live in private bliss? Ah decisions. Pay less. That's always the option for me. DANNI, COME ON DOWN.
Here are some pictures of my new abode:
That is my room. Hopefully soon to be "our" room. I feel like it looks bigger in person...
That's my bathroom. Hopefully soon to be "our" bathroom. Okay I'm done with that. Sorry I'm so hopeful.
That is my cute half of the closet. Well, half of my half. The other half is hidden behind the HUGE MIRROR DOOR. I think that is my favorite part of my room. Not trying to be vain or anything, but I love that my closet doors are 3 huge mirrors. I just love it okay.
Anyway. That is my lovely new condo. Time for a new life again. New ward, new friends, new scooter (YES), new roommates, more strangers, more unfamiliarity, more fake laughing, more awkwardness, you get the picture. This will be cool. Cheers.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Music.
I was reading a girl's blog a little while ago, and she had a little blog outline, where every day she would write a post about something different. Like, one day was posting pictures of your friends, one day was writing 25 random things about you. It had I think 30 different things to write about, so a month's worth, but she didn't keep up with it so I don't know what the last 2 weeks' posts were supposed to be about. Ha. The last one she posted was about music, and what songs she listens to when she is in certain moods. And I thought that would be fun, because Jael says I have a very diverse taste in music. And I agree. And I do listen to certain types of music when I'm in certain moods. Here is a general idea of my music-listening habits:
When I'm happy: Country seems to be my happy music lately. I didn't get introduced to country until fairly recently, so I mostly listen to modern country. I'm not the biggest fan of older, super-twangy country. But country music is the perfect music to listen to when I'm in a good mood, and driving. It's the crank-it-up, roll-the-windows-down, sing-as-loud-as-you-can music. Some of my favorites are Kenny Chesney, Tim McGraw, Blake Shelton, Tay Tay Swift, Sugarland, Carrie Underwood, Brad Paisley, etc etc etc.
When I'm mad: I was discussing this with Jael while we were driving recently, and Mr. Brightside by The Killers is my angry song. It always has been. When I'm mad, I turn that song up, head bang, and just yell to that song. I don't know how it became my angry song, but for some reason it makes me feel better when I am angry.
When I'm frustrated: Rap (and some hip-hop) is my go-to music when I am frustrated. My two favorites are probably What's Your Fantasy and Money Maker, both by Ludacris. I know it's not the most appropriate music, probably not appropriate at all, but I know just about every single word to both of those songs. In fact, I listened to them on the way home from work yesterday. Yesterday was one of the most frustrating days I've had at work in a very long time, and rapping those songs to myself always makes me laugh in the end. I also like listening to Lupe Fiasco, Gym Class Heroes, Jeremih, 50 cent, Wyclef Jean, etc. It's a good thing I'm happy/content more times than I am frustrated, because I understand that this is not very clean music to listen to. Haha.
When I'm nostalgic: A lot of people know that I love to talk about my childhood. My best and favorite stories are about growing up. So, naturally, I get very excited when I hear a song that I used to listen to religiously when I was younger. For example, when I hear the song "Angel" by Shaggy, it reminds me of an experience I had in 6th grade, when that song came out, that I will never ever forget. Or, the other day, Jael and I were walking through an outdoor strip mall, and a BSB song came on. We started jamming out, of course. I also love the songs from Britney Spears' first couple albums, N'Sync, Disney songs, Christina Aguilera, Blink 182, etc. AND, I love hearing songs like the Electric Slide or other songs that remind me of stake dances, old hula songs, stuff like that. Gooood times.
When I'm content: When I'm just kind of content with life, I love listening to alternative, indie, pop, that kind of music. I don't like that classification of music because it is confusing to me sometimes. Sometimes I don't know what genre certain artists would fit into, or what "indie"or "alternative" even means. But when I just feel like listening to good music, I listen to artists like Plain White Tee's, Colbie Caillat, Jason Mraz, Hellogoodbye, Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Lauryn Hill, John Legend, Michael Fronte, and other chill, lay-in-a-hammock-type music.
Something to keep in mind, though, is that I name all these artists I love, but most of them I only know a few of their songs. I hate the question, "What is your favorite band or artist?" because I'm not a die-hard fan of anyone, really. I listen to their songs, and if I like it I'll listen to it, occasionally buy it. But I don't buy CD's because I usually have a hard time sitting through a whole album, because I know that there will be songs I don't like. When I was younger, my first and favorite CD was NOW4. It had a bunch of music from a bunch of artists. I loved it. But I've acquired a pretty diverse taste in music. And I like that. People always ask me what kind of music I listen to, and I can literally listen to any kind of music. Well, except rip-my-hair-out screamo. And annoying techno crap.
When I'm happy: Country seems to be my happy music lately. I didn't get introduced to country until fairly recently, so I mostly listen to modern country. I'm not the biggest fan of older, super-twangy country. But country music is the perfect music to listen to when I'm in a good mood, and driving. It's the crank-it-up, roll-the-windows-down, sing-as-loud-as-you-can music. Some of my favorites are Kenny Chesney, Tim McGraw, Blake Shelton, Tay Tay Swift, Sugarland, Carrie Underwood, Brad Paisley, etc etc etc.
When I'm mad: I was discussing this with Jael while we were driving recently, and Mr. Brightside by The Killers is my angry song. It always has been. When I'm mad, I turn that song up, head bang, and just yell to that song. I don't know how it became my angry song, but for some reason it makes me feel better when I am angry.
When I'm frustrated: Rap (and some hip-hop) is my go-to music when I am frustrated. My two favorites are probably What's Your Fantasy and Money Maker, both by Ludacris. I know it's not the most appropriate music, probably not appropriate at all, but I know just about every single word to both of those songs. In fact, I listened to them on the way home from work yesterday. Yesterday was one of the most frustrating days I've had at work in a very long time, and rapping those songs to myself always makes me laugh in the end. I also like listening to Lupe Fiasco, Gym Class Heroes, Jeremih, 50 cent, Wyclef Jean, etc. It's a good thing I'm happy/content more times than I am frustrated, because I understand that this is not very clean music to listen to. Haha.
When I'm nostalgic: A lot of people know that I love to talk about my childhood. My best and favorite stories are about growing up. So, naturally, I get very excited when I hear a song that I used to listen to religiously when I was younger. For example, when I hear the song "Angel" by Shaggy, it reminds me of an experience I had in 6th grade, when that song came out, that I will never ever forget. Or, the other day, Jael and I were walking through an outdoor strip mall, and a BSB song came on. We started jamming out, of course. I also love the songs from Britney Spears' first couple albums, N'Sync, Disney songs, Christina Aguilera, Blink 182, etc. AND, I love hearing songs like the Electric Slide or other songs that remind me of stake dances, old hula songs, stuff like that. Gooood times.
When I'm content: When I'm just kind of content with life, I love listening to alternative, indie, pop, that kind of music. I don't like that classification of music because it is confusing to me sometimes. Sometimes I don't know what genre certain artists would fit into, or what "indie"or "alternative" even means. But when I just feel like listening to good music, I listen to artists like Plain White Tee's, Colbie Caillat, Jason Mraz, Hellogoodbye, Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Lauryn Hill, John Legend, Michael Fronte, and other chill, lay-in-a-hammock-type music.
Something to keep in mind, though, is that I name all these artists I love, but most of them I only know a few of their songs. I hate the question, "What is your favorite band or artist?" because I'm not a die-hard fan of anyone, really. I listen to their songs, and if I like it I'll listen to it, occasionally buy it. But I don't buy CD's because I usually have a hard time sitting through a whole album, because I know that there will be songs I don't like. When I was younger, my first and favorite CD was NOW4. It had a bunch of music from a bunch of artists. I loved it. But I've acquired a pretty diverse taste in music. And I like that. People always ask me what kind of music I listen to, and I can literally listen to any kind of music. Well, except rip-my-hair-out screamo. And annoying techno crap.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Las Lomas
Yesterday I needed my social security card yesterday to run an errand. I keep my social security card in a sleeve holder, along with my birth certificate. When I got home I went to put my social security card away. Just for fun, I took my birth certificate out and started reading it. Upon reading it, I discovered that I was not born at 7:31pm like I had previously thought. I was born at 7:38pm. In case anyone was wondering. Anyway. Not many people know that I was born in Las Vegas, where I currently reside. Fewer people know that I was not born in a hospital. I was born at home. On the couch. I found the address of the house my parents lived in when I was born. I looked up the address on Google Maps, and found that the house I was born in is about 10 minutes away from where I work. So I thought, hey, I'm gonna go check it out after work tomorrow. So I did. This is what it looks like now:
Yep, I was born in that thing almost 23 years ago. It looks goooood. I remember my family was visiting Vegas several years ago, I was probably 13 or 14. We stopped by this place and my mom took a picture of me in front of it. It looked so trashy, and there was a big bright orange eviction notice on the door. Good memories.
Yep, I was born in that thing almost 23 years ago. It looks goooood. I remember my family was visiting Vegas several years ago, I was probably 13 or 14. We stopped by this place and my mom took a picture of me in front of it. It looked so trashy, and there was a big bright orange eviction notice on the door. Good memories.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
i've found it.
I want my wedding band to be made out of a quarter! This is sooo cool. Partly because it has to be made out of an all silver coin, meaning 1968 or earlier, but also because it would mean it would be 
homemade! I think that would be so cute. It would be like a country song fairy tale. I also want to make one. That would be fun.
I will also have a chalkboard wall in my house. Probably in the playroom or kids' room, but I WILL have a whole chalkboard wall. And lots of colored chalk. And it will be awesome.
homemade! I think that would be so cute. It would be like a country song fairy tale. I also want to make one. That would be fun.I will also have a chalkboard wall in my house. Probably in the playroom or kids' room, but I WILL have a whole chalkboard wall. And lots of colored chalk. And it will be awesome.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
I LOVE!
I love rain and everything about it. I like walking in the rain, driving in the rain, making out in the rain (<-best!), running in the rain, I JUST LOVE RAIN. I want to live in a town that I fall in love with. I want to live in a cute, little, comfortable town. I think I am more of a small town girl. I've never lived in a small town, but there is something cozy about towns, I feel. I generally get excited about anything that falls into the "cozy" or "cute" category. I like cute things. Like children's clothing. Or handmade quilts. Or pictures of cute couples. I want to have my own kitchen. I love water. I love swimming and boogey boarding in the ocean. I love wakeboarding or water skiing or just hanging out in the boat on a lake. I love having picnics by a river or creek. I love swimming. I love trees. I want to live in a small town where I am surrounded with trees. I love going exploring. Whether it is wiggling through a dirty tunnel in a cave or driving until I get lost, I love looking at new things. I love rainbows. I love bright colors and anything that makes reality seem more whimsical than it is. I love riding my longboard. Not because I like to try anything fancy like the pros (my scars prove that I will never be anything close to pro), but because I just like cruising down the sidewalk and catching the breeze. I love pictures of old buildings. I like looking at pictures of downtown Tucson (it looks better in pictures). I love playing the piano, especially when I'm mad. I love to watch people dance, especially hip hop dancing. I wish I could say I love to dance, but I don't dance. I want to get back into hula dancing. I danced when I was younger, but I stopped several years ago. I love driving with my windows down, except for when it's 12,000 degrees outside. I love driving manual cars. I love playing board games. I'll play any game, from Risk to Uno to Catch Phrase to Life. I love shooting pool and playing foosball. I love playing kickball. Kickball was my favorite P.E. game in elementary school. My favorite playground game in elementary school, besides soccer, was tetherball. I loved tetherball. And I was good at it. Probably because I was a giant tomboy in elementary school. I was a giant, and a tomboy. Not a giant tomboy. I love going to U of A games. Basketball, football, volleyball, whatever. I love UofA! I love being outside. I love nature, and watching animals, and trying to catch animals. I love fire. I love building fires and cooking in fires and talking around fires. I love the dark, and nighttime. I love going to barbeques. To me, for some reason, barbeques scream patriotism. And I love it. Maybe it's the hotdogs. An American icon. I love my crazy heritage. I don't even know what I am half the time, and the other half of the time my grandpa is feeding me load of crap, telling me I'm part Indo-Chinese or some other lie. I love kids. I've always loved kids, and I can't wait to have some of my own! I love watching live musicals. I love listening to music that reminds me of my growing up years (Shaggy, Will Smith, Christina Aguilera, N'SYNC, BSB, Destiny's Child...). I love thinking about the future, and getting old, and wondering what my life will be like. I love looking at cute clothes. I don't buy a lot of clothes because I don't like spending a lot of money on clothes, but I enjoy walking down every aisle of a store and looking at cute things. I love laughing. I laugh about a lot of things, sometimes at things that aren't even funny. But I love when I find something genuinely funny and can genuinely laugh about it. I love people who make me laugh. I've always been a sucker for funny people. I love working. I hate feeling lazy. I love being productive and feeling that my time has been put to good use. I love candy! I love anything sweet, really. I have the biggest sweet tooth in the world. I love baking. I like cooking too, but I can remember loving to bake since I was little. I love fruit. Certain fruits remind me of certain places or seasons. Like, cherries and strawberries and grapes and watermelon remind me of summer. I've been eating a lot of those lately. I love watching movies. I watch a lot of movies. I love chick flicks, action movies, comedies, sports movies, historical movies.. Pretty much anything. Speaking of movies, I'm about to watch a movie with my sister right now! Ahh!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
JIGGLES.
Jael and I were talking last night on the way to get Chinese take-out. I was telling her that when I was younger, I completely, honestly, wanted to name my first born girl Jiggles. I thought that was the coolest name ever, and I was set on having a girl named Jiggles. Jael argued that Jiggles is not a name for a person. I disagree. I think it's a perfectly fine name. The only reason I have decided that I will stray away from the name Jiggles and think of something more... "traditional" for my daughter is because it would be impossible to seriously discipline a child named Jiggles. "JIGGLES, come clean your room!" "JIGGLES, why aren't the dishes done?!" It just doesn't seem like it would work out.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
I can't wait to get old.
I meet some pretty interesting people at work. Most are the undelightful kind of interesting. You know, the smelly, dirty, hairy, perverted kind. I meet tons of those people every day. Those people don't really tickle my fancy, so I kind of get them what they need and move one. I work in customer service, so naturally I spend my day talking to people and meeting people. When I'm on my register I usually ring up customers' merchandise pretty quickly, make the typical small talk, and then tell them to have a nice day and send them on their way. But sometimes I'll have an actual conversation with people, get to know them a little bit. Sometimes I meet people who have the coolest stories, or life. For example, at my store in Tucson, I once was ringing up a guy who was buying two of everything. I just asked him, "you like the number two or what?" He said, "ha, no, I am buying things my home in the states and my home in Costa Rica." I said, "you have a home in Costa Rica?" He told me how he stays in his house in Costa Rica for half the year, and in the states the other half of the year. He said his house in Costa Rica is right on the beach, and he hangs out on the beach all day and sleeps in his hammock. And I thought, how cool are you. Here he is, this 60 or 70 year old man, and he spends half his life in Costa Rica! I asked if he had kids, and he said they come visit him all the time. I asked if he's retired. He said, "I'm retired from my career, but you have to have an income to live in Costa Rica. It's not cheap." So he has hobbies, but they're hobbies that make him money. So it's not like he's a bum living on the beach, he's a working bum. Don't get me wrong, living on the beach and not having to work would be bliss, but that's only stuff in the movies. After that man left I thought to myself, 'when I retire, I'm going to live on the beach in Costa Rica.' HA. Wouldn't that be something.
And then today, at my new store in Vegas, an older lady came in with her 6 or 7 year old granddaughter and tried to return something. I couldn't return it because she didn't have a receipt (store policy, not my rule). Well, she got mad at me and said, "well I'm not gonna get the other thing I was gonna get cuz I'm a little pissed off!" And stormed out of the store. About 2 minutes later she came back in, apologized to me, and said, "Sorry, my day is really hectic and I'm cranky. It's not the easiest thing getting ready for a 6 week camping trip." I said, "you're going camping for 6 weeks? Like, in an RV?" And she said, "no, my granddaughter and her grandparents are going to go camping in Oregon for 6 weeks. In tents." And I told her, "that is the coolest thing I've ever heard of." And she said, "yeah we're pretty excited." And then I said, "shoot, I want to go camping in Oregon for 6 weeks." She said, "become a math teacher, get old, and you can do whatever you want." Then I thought, if she's a math teacher and she's going on adventures like this, I can do it too. So, folks, that's what I'm gonna do. If you need to get ahold of me in say, 40 or 50 years, you can find me in a tent in the middle of Oregon. With my granddaughter. I'll probably be somewhere around the place that's in my picture down there. I CAN'T WAIT.
And then today, at my new store in Vegas, an older lady came in with her 6 or 7 year old granddaughter and tried to return something. I couldn't return it because she didn't have a receipt (store policy, not my rule). Well, she got mad at me and said, "well I'm not gonna get the other thing I was gonna get cuz I'm a little pissed off!" And stormed out of the store. About 2 minutes later she came back in, apologized to me, and said, "Sorry, my day is really hectic and I'm cranky. It's not the easiest thing getting ready for a 6 week camping trip." I said, "you're going camping for 6 weeks? Like, in an RV?" And she said, "no, my granddaughter and her grandparents are going to go camping in Oregon for 6 weeks. In tents." And I told her, "that is the coolest thing I've ever heard of." And she said, "yeah we're pretty excited." And then I said, "shoot, I want to go camping in Oregon for 6 weeks." She said, "become a math teacher, get old, and you can do whatever you want." Then I thought, if she's a math teacher and she's going on adventures like this, I can do it too. So, folks, that's what I'm gonna do. If you need to get ahold of me in say, 40 or 50 years, you can find me in a tent in the middle of Oregon. With my granddaughter. I'll probably be somewhere around the place that's in my picture down there. I CAN'T WAIT.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
i've discovered something.
My siblings are really freaking funny.
I love talking about my childhood, and the things I used to do with my siblings when we were younger. But I've realized, when I talk about my childhood, the stories I end up talking about always end with us getting in trouble, or us making someone else cry, or us doing stupid things. Like, going out to the desert every day during summer and catching lizards and snakes in an abandoned pool that was filled with big cement blocks, trash, and beer bottles? Probably not the best idea. But we did it. I LOVED catching lizards. It wasn't so much about having pet lizards, but it was about the whole catching experience. We had strategies catching these lizards. We'd stand on the ledge of the pool, look 13 feet down into the pool til we found one, then stalk it for a little while, get in the pool, corner it, and catch it with a littered cup. Then, we'd ride our bikes home with it, name it, and put it in our big glass aquarium my mom got from DI or something. Then when it would escape overnight, which they always did, we'd go the next day and do it again. I caught so many different kinds of lizards. i had two identical geckos once, one was named George and the other was named Clooney. I could never tell them apart, and I don't know why I named them George Clooney. Once I caught a big lizard with a red stripe on its back, and another one just like it but the stripe was blue. The red one bit my finger real hard. I never caught that kind again. And one time we found a big snake, went home to get a 5 gallon bucket to put it in, caught it, brought it home, and showed our parents. My dad was pissed. Haha.
One time, Kimo, Kendric and I were playing outside in the front yard. Sometimes we would take a skateboard and "bobsled" down the driveway and see who could go the farthest down the sidewalk. Sometimes we would play HORSE or Around the World. Well, one time, for whatever reason, Kendric decided to climb into Aleigha's red and yellow Fisher Price car. This thing:
Notice how in the picture there is a child no more than 3? Well, Kendric was a little more than 3 when he decided to play in this thing. I was about 15 or 16, so that would put Kendric at about 10 or 11? He thought he was so funny scooting around in this car on the driveway. But he was actually stuck inside. Kimo and I were doing something else on the driveway, who knows what, but then Kimo whispered to me, "I dare you to push him down the driveway." So I said, "Okay." So I went and shoved Kendric, and he started plummeting toward the road. Kimo and I started laughing, but when I realized he was going pretty fast and was going to hit the curb, I started running after him to try to stop him. I couldn't. Kendric hit the lip of the curb, and flew into the road. All this, while he was still in the car. He landed face first into the road, and his face slid across the road. All I heard next was a yell. It wasn't a scream like most kids would do. It was a yell. Kimo and I were so scared. Mom was going to be so mad at us. We helped him up, shimmied him out of the car, and snuck him into the bathroom to try to clean his wounds. Obviously Mom heard the wailing. She came in, Kimo and I told her what happened, and then the weirdest thing happened. Mom grabbed KENDRIC by the ear and told him he was so dumb for playing in that car and blah blah blah. Kimo and I just looked at each other like, did Kendric really just get in trouble for this? And that was that. Kimo and I never got an ounce of punishment. Kendric got it all. We felt bad, and of course we ended up laughing about it later. Well, everyone but Kendric. Kendric still gets mad at Kimo and I whenever we bring it up.
Then there were the times where me, Tallen, Jael, and Kimo would play roller hockey on our patio in the back yard. Tallen played hockey one year, and after that we all got hockey sticks for Christmas. We taped the bottoms with electrical tape to make them look legit, then we would get our rollerblades on and play hockey forever. Either til Tallen pushed me or Jael too hard into the wall and made us cry, or until we hit the puck at the window one too many times and mom made us stop.
I'm bummed Maile is so young compared to the rest of us, and didn't get to grow up with us. Maile is seriously one of the funniest people I know. And she's only 7. She is witty, she's crazy, she's hilarious. Sometimes she tries to be, and that usually works, but she is funniest when she doesn't mean to be. For example, the other day, me, my mom, Maile, and Aleigha were waiting in the parking lot at the Excalibur hotel for the tow truck man to come pick up my car. We had to wait foreverrr. So we finally went inside Excalibur and looked around the gift shops. We ended up buying a mini CatchPhrase game, to pass some time. We went back out to the car and started playing it. It was Aleigha and I versus my mom and Maile. My mom was trying to describe to Maile the movie "Men in Black." Maile had guessed two words, "Black Men," but my mom was trying to get her to reverse the order and to throw the "in" in there, so she says, "Maile, flip those words and put a small word in between." So Maile says, "Black AND Men... Black THE Men.... Black OF Men!" And then the timer went off and Aleigha and I got a point. And by that time, me, Aleigha, AND my mom were all rolling off our chairs laughing. Maile is so funny. If you want to laugh, hang out with Maile for a couple hours.
I dunno why I'm thinking about all this. Kimo called me today from boot camp or basic training or whatever it's called. Maybe that's why. Kimo was always my LITTLE brother. Not my younger brother going off to the Air Force. It's crazy! Kendric is a senior this year, Aleigha is starting high school. What happened to childhood! I'm not homesick, I think it's just that I miss hanging out with all my siblings. They're all hilarious, we always just tell stories and make fun of each other's awkward stages. Tallen's wedding was the last time we were all together, but it was only for a couple days. Buuuut I guess that's part of growing up. The end.
I love talking about my childhood, and the things I used to do with my siblings when we were younger. But I've realized, when I talk about my childhood, the stories I end up talking about always end with us getting in trouble, or us making someone else cry, or us doing stupid things. Like, going out to the desert every day during summer and catching lizards and snakes in an abandoned pool that was filled with big cement blocks, trash, and beer bottles? Probably not the best idea. But we did it. I LOVED catching lizards. It wasn't so much about having pet lizards, but it was about the whole catching experience. We had strategies catching these lizards. We'd stand on the ledge of the pool, look 13 feet down into the pool til we found one, then stalk it for a little while, get in the pool, corner it, and catch it with a littered cup. Then, we'd ride our bikes home with it, name it, and put it in our big glass aquarium my mom got from DI or something. Then when it would escape overnight, which they always did, we'd go the next day and do it again. I caught so many different kinds of lizards. i had two identical geckos once, one was named George and the other was named Clooney. I could never tell them apart, and I don't know why I named them George Clooney. Once I caught a big lizard with a red stripe on its back, and another one just like it but the stripe was blue. The red one bit my finger real hard. I never caught that kind again. And one time we found a big snake, went home to get a 5 gallon bucket to put it in, caught it, brought it home, and showed our parents. My dad was pissed. Haha.
One time, Kimo, Kendric and I were playing outside in the front yard. Sometimes we would take a skateboard and "bobsled" down the driveway and see who could go the farthest down the sidewalk. Sometimes we would play HORSE or Around the World. Well, one time, for whatever reason, Kendric decided to climb into Aleigha's red and yellow Fisher Price car. This thing:
Notice how in the picture there is a child no more than 3? Well, Kendric was a little more than 3 when he decided to play in this thing. I was about 15 or 16, so that would put Kendric at about 10 or 11? He thought he was so funny scooting around in this car on the driveway. But he was actually stuck inside. Kimo and I were doing something else on the driveway, who knows what, but then Kimo whispered to me, "I dare you to push him down the driveway." So I said, "Okay." So I went and shoved Kendric, and he started plummeting toward the road. Kimo and I started laughing, but when I realized he was going pretty fast and was going to hit the curb, I started running after him to try to stop him. I couldn't. Kendric hit the lip of the curb, and flew into the road. All this, while he was still in the car. He landed face first into the road, and his face slid across the road. All I heard next was a yell. It wasn't a scream like most kids would do. It was a yell. Kimo and I were so scared. Mom was going to be so mad at us. We helped him up, shimmied him out of the car, and snuck him into the bathroom to try to clean his wounds. Obviously Mom heard the wailing. She came in, Kimo and I told her what happened, and then the weirdest thing happened. Mom grabbed KENDRIC by the ear and told him he was so dumb for playing in that car and blah blah blah. Kimo and I just looked at each other like, did Kendric really just get in trouble for this? And that was that. Kimo and I never got an ounce of punishment. Kendric got it all. We felt bad, and of course we ended up laughing about it later. Well, everyone but Kendric. Kendric still gets mad at Kimo and I whenever we bring it up.Then there were the times where me, Tallen, Jael, and Kimo would play roller hockey on our patio in the back yard. Tallen played hockey one year, and after that we all got hockey sticks for Christmas. We taped the bottoms with electrical tape to make them look legit, then we would get our rollerblades on and play hockey forever. Either til Tallen pushed me or Jael too hard into the wall and made us cry, or until we hit the puck at the window one too many times and mom made us stop.
I'm bummed Maile is so young compared to the rest of us, and didn't get to grow up with us. Maile is seriously one of the funniest people I know. And she's only 7. She is witty, she's crazy, she's hilarious. Sometimes she tries to be, and that usually works, but she is funniest when she doesn't mean to be. For example, the other day, me, my mom, Maile, and Aleigha were waiting in the parking lot at the Excalibur hotel for the tow truck man to come pick up my car. We had to wait foreverrr. So we finally went inside Excalibur and looked around the gift shops. We ended up buying a mini CatchPhrase game, to pass some time. We went back out to the car and started playing it. It was Aleigha and I versus my mom and Maile. My mom was trying to describe to Maile the movie "Men in Black." Maile had guessed two words, "Black Men," but my mom was trying to get her to reverse the order and to throw the "in" in there, so she says, "Maile, flip those words and put a small word in between." So Maile says, "Black AND Men... Black THE Men.... Black OF Men!" And then the timer went off and Aleigha and I got a point. And by that time, me, Aleigha, AND my mom were all rolling off our chairs laughing. Maile is so funny. If you want to laugh, hang out with Maile for a couple hours.
I dunno why I'm thinking about all this. Kimo called me today from boot camp or basic training or whatever it's called. Maybe that's why. Kimo was always my LITTLE brother. Not my younger brother going off to the Air Force. It's crazy! Kendric is a senior this year, Aleigha is starting high school. What happened to childhood! I'm not homesick, I think it's just that I miss hanging out with all my siblings. They're all hilarious, we always just tell stories and make fun of each other's awkward stages. Tallen's wedding was the last time we were all together, but it was only for a couple days. Buuuut I guess that's part of growing up. The end.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
ahem. WELL.
I feel like I want to blog about all my new stories up here in Vegas, but I realized it'd be me rambling on about how much of a loner I am up here. Haha. Not that I am particularly complaining. A lot of times I like being alone. Don't get that confused with being lonely. Although I have been lonely a lot recently, I don't like being lonely. But I do enjoy being alone. But the last few days have been mostly alone days. I feel like there's a lot going on in my life right now, but let's be honest, there's not. I'm not in denial, I just feel differently. I'm not taking summer school, I only worked one day this week, I have no friends here, so really, my life can't possibly be as busy or exciting as I feel it is. The major news of my life this week is: I started work at my new store (which stinks, bytheway), my longboarding warrior mark is now one big huge nasty sensitive bruise, the weather is 100% like Tucson (except nights here are a little warmer), and there is a primary in my singles ward. Yeah, I thought that was pretty weird too. That will get some getting used to. Other than that, I hang out at Jael and Paul's. Watch movies. I went swimming with my little sisters every day they were here. Jael and I went grocery shopping last night and got froyo. There are parks everywhere here, and I always think about going to them. Because I love parks. And grass. But it's one of those things like, once I go there, then what would I do? Sit in the grass by myself? Walk around the park for 5 minutes then get bored because there's no one there with me? Talk to myself? Longboard around by myself? Play catch with myself? I decided that going to a park is a wasted trip unless you go with someone. But they're everywhere here, and I love them. One day I will go to a park with someone haha. Until then, here's to aloneSUMMER days!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Here's to the Night..
I'm here in VEGAS! Kacy, Tricia, and I drove up yesterday. Let me tell you, it was a trip of miracles. First off, we just about ran out of gas, we made it to a gas station in Wikieup, AZ with about .000001 gallons of gas left. I'm not kidding. That is a result of Tricia reading my gas meter wrong and me failing to realize that the next major town was more than 50 miles away. Kacy said a prayer and my car slowly trudged up miles and miles of steep hills while the gas light was blinking. Tricia and I conjured up a plan while driving in literally the middle of nowhere, as to what we would do if we did run out of gas. All the while Kacy, who was in the back seat, was getting angry because we'd turned off the AC and rolled up the windows. She didn't really understand why we did that, she thought we were trying to torture her I guess. We were all sweating like pigs. It really was an act of God that we made it to the gas station.
When we got to Jael and Paul's house, Kacy took a nap and Tricia and I played RockBand for a little while. Then we got ready to go to the Strip. Tricia has never been to Vegas so we got there around 5 so we could walk around for a while. We went to eat at the Sugar Factory. It was right by the Paris Hotel with the Eiffel Tower in front, so it was pretty cool.
We went to the M&M Factory, watched the water show at the Bellagio, took pictures with Chewbacca and a black storm trooper or something, watched a man play the harmonica on a bridge, took pictures in front of the biggest chandelier in the world (no seriously, it's going into Guinness Book of World Records this year, a $34 million dollar chandelier!), took pictures in a humongous pink stiletto, and had many random strangers take pictures of us with Kacy's camera. Oh, and then on our way home from the Strip, my car decided to die. In the middle of traffic. At 10:30 PM on Las Vegas Boulevard. I don't know if you've ever been down Las Vegas Boulevard at 10:30 at night, but there is traffic for days. Cars in front of you, cars behind you, cars on either side of you. Well, we got stuck. In the middle of an intersection just past the Excalibur hotel. So, when the coast was clear, I threw it into neutral and us three girls got out and pushed my 4runner about 40 yards, then two nice English boys came and helped us push it into the Excalibur entrance. We had to stop because we started to go up a hill and there was a speed bump in front of us and that was just not happening. Well, long story short, Jael came and rescued us and Jael and two baggage boys from the hotel helped Tricia and Kacy push my car about a quarter of a mile into a parking space while I sat inside and steered. I felt so bad for those boys. By then it was 11:45 and they were supposed to get off at midnight, so they were already tired. I owe them so big. I owe Kacy and Tricia and Jael so big too. Tricia said this morning her arms were sore. I feel terrible! So anyway, my car is sitting in the parking lot at Excalibur, waiting for me to decide what to do with it. While we were waiting for Jael last night, I realized that I have broken down in the middle of the road at least once with every single car I've owned. This is just HAPPY. Ugh. So dumb. BUT we made it to Vegas. Thankfully.
I start work on Saturday. I am transferring stores so I am still with Harbor Freight. I keep wondering what it's going to be like. I'm so used to my store and the people there, I feel like my new coworkers are not going to be very welcoming. It's a different culture at Harbor Freight haha. But who knows, I'm just expecting the worst but hoping for the best. I'm just glad I have a job.
I moved here with the intention of bettering my life. I've made some poor decisions, don't we all, but I decided that leaving Tucson for a little bit and getting out of my comfort zone would help me focus on the important things. I've been in Tucson my whole life and have become comfortable with a lot of things. Too comfortable, I think. So I decided change would be a good thing for me. I'm hoping I'm right on this one. I moved away from my best friend because we both decided that we need to focus on ourselves for a little while and get ourselves back on the right track. But it's hard being away from him. I listened to that song by Eve 6 called "Here's to the Night" a couple nights before I left, and it makes me miss 'us'. It sounds stupid, but whatever. I've been up in Vegas for about 28 hours, and I know it's gonna be a hard few months, or however long I stay here. But I'm crossing my fingers and saying prayers. This is a self-made choice, so I have no one to blame but myself if I screw this up. Luckily I have my sister here. We're really close in age and grew up wishing we were twins and getting confused for twins. We did everything together. She moved to Utah right after high school so I haven't been around her much for the last few years, so I'm excited that I am close to her again and get to hang out with her. Too bad she has a husband now. HAHA. Just kidding. Paul is cool. I think I'll be okay :) Here's to the night <3
When we got to Jael and Paul's house, Kacy took a nap and Tricia and I played RockBand for a little while. Then we got ready to go to the Strip. Tricia has never been to Vegas so we got there around 5 so we could walk around for a while. We went to eat at the Sugar Factory. It was right by the Paris Hotel with the Eiffel Tower in front, so it was pretty cool.
We went to the M&M Factory, watched the water show at the Bellagio, took pictures with Chewbacca and a black storm trooper or something, watched a man play the harmonica on a bridge, took pictures in front of the biggest chandelier in the world (no seriously, it's going into Guinness Book of World Records this year, a $34 million dollar chandelier!), took pictures in a humongous pink stiletto, and had many random strangers take pictures of us with Kacy's camera. Oh, and then on our way home from the Strip, my car decided to die. In the middle of traffic. At 10:30 PM on Las Vegas Boulevard. I don't know if you've ever been down Las Vegas Boulevard at 10:30 at night, but there is traffic for days. Cars in front of you, cars behind you, cars on either side of you. Well, we got stuck. In the middle of an intersection just past the Excalibur hotel. So, when the coast was clear, I threw it into neutral and us three girls got out and pushed my 4runner about 40 yards, then two nice English boys came and helped us push it into the Excalibur entrance. We had to stop because we started to go up a hill and there was a speed bump in front of us and that was just not happening. Well, long story short, Jael came and rescued us and Jael and two baggage boys from the hotel helped Tricia and Kacy push my car about a quarter of a mile into a parking space while I sat inside and steered. I felt so bad for those boys. By then it was 11:45 and they were supposed to get off at midnight, so they were already tired. I owe them so big. I owe Kacy and Tricia and Jael so big too. Tricia said this morning her arms were sore. I feel terrible! So anyway, my car is sitting in the parking lot at Excalibur, waiting for me to decide what to do with it. While we were waiting for Jael last night, I realized that I have broken down in the middle of the road at least once with every single car I've owned. This is just HAPPY. Ugh. So dumb. BUT we made it to Vegas. Thankfully.
I start work on Saturday. I am transferring stores so I am still with Harbor Freight. I keep wondering what it's going to be like. I'm so used to my store and the people there, I feel like my new coworkers are not going to be very welcoming. It's a different culture at Harbor Freight haha. But who knows, I'm just expecting the worst but hoping for the best. I'm just glad I have a job.
I moved here with the intention of bettering my life. I've made some poor decisions, don't we all, but I decided that leaving Tucson for a little bit and getting out of my comfort zone would help me focus on the important things. I've been in Tucson my whole life and have become comfortable with a lot of things. Too comfortable, I think. So I decided change would be a good thing for me. I'm hoping I'm right on this one. I moved away from my best friend because we both decided that we need to focus on ourselves for a little while and get ourselves back on the right track. But it's hard being away from him. I listened to that song by Eve 6 called "Here's to the Night" a couple nights before I left, and it makes me miss 'us'. It sounds stupid, but whatever. I've been up in Vegas for about 28 hours, and I know it's gonna be a hard few months, or however long I stay here. But I'm crossing my fingers and saying prayers. This is a self-made choice, so I have no one to blame but myself if I screw this up. Luckily I have my sister here. We're really close in age and grew up wishing we were twins and getting confused for twins. We did everything together. She moved to Utah right after high school so I haven't been around her much for the last few years, so I'm excited that I am close to her again and get to hang out with her. Too bad she has a husband now. HAHA. Just kidding. Paul is cool. I think I'll be okay :) Here's to the night <3
Monday, May 16, 2011
it's gonna be a VEGAS summer.
I am currently waiting until 12:10 to take my LAST final of the semester. Happy day. And then it's gonna be a crazy few weeks. I am moving to VEGAS in June. My birth city haha.
Jael and Paul are gracious enough to let me live with them for a few months. As Ron Burgundy once said, "I'm in a glass case of emotionnnn." I'm nervous, excited, anxious, worried, heartbroken, sad, happy, all that shenanigans. But mostly, I can't wait. I've moved a few other times in my life, but most were when I was a kid. The only other big move I've done was with my family during the summer before my junior year of high school. That was pretty hard for me. I had a hard time adjusting and fitting in. We only moved across Tucson, from the Northwest side to the far Southeast side. It was close enough to where I would see my old friends once in a while, but far enough to where it made trips like that very rare. I switched high schools, made new friends. I didn't really keep in touch with many friends from the NW side, the people I grew up with. I see some of those people more now that I live in Central Tucson rather than in Vail, but not many. And I would be lying if I said moving in high school didn't change my personality. Growing up, I was a loudmouth in school. The earliest I can remember was in 4th grade, when I brought a whoopee cushion to school the first day of class. You can imagine where that got me. Then in 5th grade, my teacher and I had more of a friend-friend relationship than a teacher-student. I would make fun of Mrs. Meredith in the sentences I wrote using my weekly spelling words, and she would make retaliations in the comments she wrote on my papers. And then from there on out I was just a smart-a$$, loudmouth, class-clown type. Because I was comfortable. I had a great group of friends, and we usually all happened to be in all the same classes and activities. Mr. Heilmann's class, Mr. Kennerly's class, that weirdo science lady (Hello, Gorgeous!), the freshman soccer team (greatest soccer season of my life, period). I was comfortable around all my friends because we grew up together, we played soccer together for 5 or 6 years, it was just cool. And then I moved. And believe it or not, I became quiet! I wasn't shy, I guess I was just more intimidated than anything. I became softspoken, and I wasn't my normal outgoing self. I didn't speak up in class, none of my teachers knew who I was, not even at the end of the year. Besides my friends and teammates from volleyball, it took me a whole semester during my junior year to finally start making friends and having fun. I guess I was kind of bitter toward the whole situation, but I changed a lot. It took me a good couple years to become "myself" again. Loud, quirky, awkward...
SO. This time I move, I am going to HAVE FUN. This move is by choice, so that makes it a little more exciting for me. I really can't wait. I am excited to make new friends, to have a new environment, and to experience new things! I am keeping the same job but transferring stores, so there will be a hint of familiarity for me. But other than that, it's gonna be a whole new adventure. I don't know what university I'm going to go to, but it's fine. I'll have Jael and Paul to hang out with, and that will be fun. I will miss Tucson and the things and people in Tucson, but it's time for something NEW. HOORAY. Peace out TUCSON. *miss you!*
Jael and Paul are gracious enough to let me live with them for a few months. As Ron Burgundy once said, "I'm in a glass case of emotionnnn." I'm nervous, excited, anxious, worried, heartbroken, sad, happy, all that shenanigans. But mostly, I can't wait. I've moved a few other times in my life, but most were when I was a kid. The only other big move I've done was with my family during the summer before my junior year of high school. That was pretty hard for me. I had a hard time adjusting and fitting in. We only moved across Tucson, from the Northwest side to the far Southeast side. It was close enough to where I would see my old friends once in a while, but far enough to where it made trips like that very rare. I switched high schools, made new friends. I didn't really keep in touch with many friends from the NW side, the people I grew up with. I see some of those people more now that I live in Central Tucson rather than in Vail, but not many. And I would be lying if I said moving in high school didn't change my personality. Growing up, I was a loudmouth in school. The earliest I can remember was in 4th grade, when I brought a whoopee cushion to school the first day of class. You can imagine where that got me. Then in 5th grade, my teacher and I had more of a friend-friend relationship than a teacher-student. I would make fun of Mrs. Meredith in the sentences I wrote using my weekly spelling words, and she would make retaliations in the comments she wrote on my papers. And then from there on out I was just a smart-a$$, loudmouth, class-clown type. Because I was comfortable. I had a great group of friends, and we usually all happened to be in all the same classes and activities. Mr. Heilmann's class, Mr. Kennerly's class, that weirdo science lady (Hello, Gorgeous!), the freshman soccer team (greatest soccer season of my life, period). I was comfortable around all my friends because we grew up together, we played soccer together for 5 or 6 years, it was just cool. And then I moved. And believe it or not, I became quiet! I wasn't shy, I guess I was just more intimidated than anything. I became softspoken, and I wasn't my normal outgoing self. I didn't speak up in class, none of my teachers knew who I was, not even at the end of the year. Besides my friends and teammates from volleyball, it took me a whole semester during my junior year to finally start making friends and having fun. I guess I was kind of bitter toward the whole situation, but I changed a lot. It took me a good couple years to become "myself" again. Loud, quirky, awkward...
SO. This time I move, I am going to HAVE FUN. This move is by choice, so that makes it a little more exciting for me. I really can't wait. I am excited to make new friends, to have a new environment, and to experience new things! I am keeping the same job but transferring stores, so there will be a hint of familiarity for me. But other than that, it's gonna be a whole new adventure. I don't know what university I'm going to go to, but it's fine. I'll have Jael and Paul to hang out with, and that will be fun. I will miss Tucson and the things and people in Tucson, but it's time for something NEW. HOORAY. Peace out TUCSON. *miss you!*
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
oh me oh my.
So most people know I am not the most graceful, street-smart person they've ever met. If you didn't know that, I'm sure that comes as a big surprise. I'm not afraid to come out of the closet. I HAVE CLUMSY TENDENCIES. There, I said it. Yesterday was a perfect example.
I was leaving my apartment yesterday evening. I live on the 2nd floor, and there is a railing that goes all the way around. Well, I was walking out of my apartment, pretty close to the railing. I was pulling my keys out of my purse and I don't even know how it happened but somehow my hand hit the railing and my keys fell out of my hand and over the railing. Into this bush:
I turned toward the bush, very slowly, and looked down into the leafy abyss. I had no idea where I dropped them, because I walked a few steps after I dropped them, and I just couldn't remember anyway. Someone please tell me how I'm supposed to find anything in THAT ^^ dumb thing. Yeah, I don't know either. Let me tell you, this was the most frustrating 25 minutes of my life. I walked up to the 2nd floor about 4 or 5 times and tried to see if I could see them from the top. Couldn't. I sat on the ground and shoved my head in the bush to see if I could see them. Couldn't. I did that in multiple spots. That's is a long-A bush! Eventually, after yes, 25 minutes, I started shaking the dumb bush with every ounce of energy I had and I FINALLY heard a little jingle. And I saw my red carabiner. It was heaven to my eyes. Imagine what I looked like to passersby. An idiot, of course. What's new.
I was leaving my apartment yesterday evening. I live on the 2nd floor, and there is a railing that goes all the way around. Well, I was walking out of my apartment, pretty close to the railing. I was pulling my keys out of my purse and I don't even know how it happened but somehow my hand hit the railing and my keys fell out of my hand and over the railing. Into this bush:
I turned toward the bush, very slowly, and looked down into the leafy abyss. I had no idea where I dropped them, because I walked a few steps after I dropped them, and I just couldn't remember anyway. Someone please tell me how I'm supposed to find anything in THAT ^^ dumb thing. Yeah, I don't know either. Let me tell you, this was the most frustrating 25 minutes of my life. I walked up to the 2nd floor about 4 or 5 times and tried to see if I could see them from the top. Couldn't. I sat on the ground and shoved my head in the bush to see if I could see them. Couldn't. I did that in multiple spots. That's is a long-A bush! Eventually, after yes, 25 minutes, I started shaking the dumb bush with every ounce of energy I had and I FINALLY heard a little jingle. And I saw my red carabiner. It was heaven to my eyes. Imagine what I looked like to passersby. An idiot, of course. What's new.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
chicken dontcha want some
OKAY so. I have this love/hate thing with cooking. I like doing it, I think it is fun. But I hate it for a couple reasons. First, sometimes I just want to eat when I am hungry, I don't want to be hungry and decide what to make and then have to wait an hour while it cooks and whatnot. That's lame. I also hate cooking at my apartment. I'm being selfish, but I don't like sharing a fridge with 3 other girls, I don't like sharing kitchen utensils/cookware, and I hate not having things to cook, already on-hand. There are some things you realize you take for granted while living at your parents' house. Having full cupboards and a full pantry is one of them. So, needless to say, I don't cook much anymore. So when I do it is a rare occasion ladies and gentlemen. Tonight was one of those occasions.
I'm a big fan of chicken; in fact it's really the only meat I eat. I eat a hamburger here and there, but chicken is where it's at for me. I don't eat any kind of fried chicken either, so I stick to grilled/baked/roasted. And tonight I found my new favorite chicken recipe. It's a garlic-Parmesan baked chicken. I found it online, went and got the stuff, made it, and just got done eating it. It's so good and it's so simple. I love garlic, and I love Parmesan. This is perfect. If you want the recipe here it is:
1/4 c. olive oil
2 tsp. crushed garlic
1/4 c. bread crumbs
1/4 c. grated Parmesan cheese
2 boneless skinless chicken breasts
Preheat the oven to 425. Heat the olive oil and garlic to blend the flavors. In a separate dish, combine the bread crumbs and Parmesan. Dip the chicken breasts in the olive oil, then dip them in the bread crumb mixture. Place them in a shallow baking pan and bake for 30-35 minutes.
After I put the chicken in the pan I dumped the extra bread crumbs and olive oil on top. And baked Parmesan is one of my most favorite things ever, especially burnt Parmesan, so I sprinkled extra around the pan so I could just eat it. YUM. Here's a picture:
For real, if you like chicken, TRY THIS. It's so TASTY.
I'm a big fan of chicken; in fact it's really the only meat I eat. I eat a hamburger here and there, but chicken is where it's at for me. I don't eat any kind of fried chicken either, so I stick to grilled/baked/roasted. And tonight I found my new favorite chicken recipe. It's a garlic-Parmesan baked chicken. I found it online, went and got the stuff, made it, and just got done eating it. It's so good and it's so simple. I love garlic, and I love Parmesan. This is perfect. If you want the recipe here it is:
1/4 c. olive oil
2 tsp. crushed garlic
1/4 c. bread crumbs
1/4 c. grated Parmesan cheese
2 boneless skinless chicken breasts
Preheat the oven to 425. Heat the olive oil and garlic to blend the flavors. In a separate dish, combine the bread crumbs and Parmesan. Dip the chicken breasts in the olive oil, then dip them in the bread crumb mixture. Place them in a shallow baking pan and bake for 30-35 minutes.
After I put the chicken in the pan I dumped the extra bread crumbs and olive oil on top. And baked Parmesan is one of my most favorite things ever, especially burnt Parmesan, so I sprinkled extra around the pan so I could just eat it. YUM. Here's a picture:
For real, if you like chicken, TRY THIS. It's so TASTY.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
angry dinosaur.
I'm sweating. In my own, homely apartment. At 7:03 PM in April. The dad-gum sun is not even up still and it's still hot as Satan's home. My apartment people suck. They turned off the heat a couple weeks ago, but it will still be a couple weeks before they turn the AC on. They did this last year! The last couple weeks I've been sleeping in my underwear and nothing else. Last night I even slept topless HAHA. Hopefully Sarah didn't sneak a peek. Whoops. That's how hot it is. Currently I'm in a tank top and thin shorts and I'm STILL sweating. It's disGUSting. It's just not right. Right now I'm listening to "Sweat" by Snoop Dogg. I thought it was appropriate... That's my rant for the day.
but nothing else.
Monday, April 18, 2011
It´s one of those days.
Here is what I ate for lunch today:
Do I care that I gained a 13 pound food baby by eating this? I sure don't. Will I be eating anything tomorrow? I sure will not be. I think the Hungry Howie's guy even hooked me up. I got this pizza and bread for $7.63! How can you even beat that? You can't, really. And I think the dude spilled the butter all over my breadsticks, because literally there was butter seeping through the bread. I probably should've had a heart attack by now. Eff it was good.
Funny story about Hungry Howie's. I was an employee there for 3 1/2 hours once. It was a little over a year ago. I was looking for a second job, just something part time. I walked into Hungry Howie's one day to pick up a pizza, and I asked the girl if they were hiring. I told her I worked at Papa John's for over a year and whatnot. She said they weren't hiring, but wrote down my name and phone number on a napkin and said she'd give me a call if they ever were hiring. I was like yeah ok, don't lose that napkin sweetheart (a napkin?!). Anyway, I obviously wasn't expecting a call back. Well, a couple weeks later I get a phone call from the manager asking if I could start the next day. I told him I never even filled out an application or anything, and he said, "Oh, you didn't? Well maybe we should have you do that first." So I went in and filled one out. Let's just say, the whole situation was a bit sketchy. My first (and only) shift, I was given all the manager's authorities on the computer, more than the girl who had worked there for a couple years. I think all of the employees were stoners or alcoholics. The whole thing was just sheisty. Well, 3 1/2 hours later I went home. And didn't show up ever again. The end.
Do I care that I gained a 13 pound food baby by eating this? I sure don't. Will I be eating anything tomorrow? I sure will not be. I think the Hungry Howie's guy even hooked me up. I got this pizza and bread for $7.63! How can you even beat that? You can't, really. And I think the dude spilled the butter all over my breadsticks, because literally there was butter seeping through the bread. I probably should've had a heart attack by now. Eff it was good.Funny story about Hungry Howie's. I was an employee there for 3 1/2 hours once. It was a little over a year ago. I was looking for a second job, just something part time. I walked into Hungry Howie's one day to pick up a pizza, and I asked the girl if they were hiring. I told her I worked at Papa John's for over a year and whatnot. She said they weren't hiring, but wrote down my name and phone number on a napkin and said she'd give me a call if they ever were hiring. I was like yeah ok, don't lose that napkin sweetheart (a napkin?!). Anyway, I obviously wasn't expecting a call back. Well, a couple weeks later I get a phone call from the manager asking if I could start the next day. I told him I never even filled out an application or anything, and he said, "Oh, you didn't? Well maybe we should have you do that first." So I went in and filled one out. Let's just say, the whole situation was a bit sketchy. My first (and only) shift, I was given all the manager's authorities on the computer, more than the girl who had worked there for a couple years. I think all of the employees were stoners or alcoholics. The whole thing was just sheisty. Well, 3 1/2 hours later I went home. And didn't show up ever again. The end.
Friday, April 15, 2011
happy dinosaurs.
So today on my way to class I saw THIS COOL CAR:
You probably can't see it very well, and I can't either in the pic, but my phone doesn't have a zoom sorry. But it was the coolest little car ever! It looked like a mini cooper from the 60's! I'm pretty sure every tire on it was a donut, it was a little rusty, but it was purple! I just pictured the tan old man inside strapping a surfboard to the top and rollin to the beach. But he was in Tucson. With no surfboard. So he was obviously not going to the beach. But it was the cutest car. I had to take a picture. It was just happy. Hooray.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
...and today was a day just like any other.
^that's a song. by Jack's Mannequin. Yeah.
Here are some things I liked about today:
-my classes went by fast. In my first class I took 2 tests then left, having only been in class for 40 minutes. It's a 2 hour and 40 minute class. Beautiful. Then in my other 2 hour and 40 minute class, I got out 40 minutes early. Shawang.
-I got ALL 22 of my online spanish assignments done. Half of them I did during my boring astrology class, and the other half I did when I got home from school. And they're not even due til Friday! This is a first for me. I like it.
-my nails are finally growing consistently! This isn't just today, this has been going on for at least a month now. If any of you know me, you know that I am a nail-biter. I have nubs that never ever grow. UNTIL NOW. I have been so good about not biting my nails. And it excites me.
-I ate garlic bread. Nuff said.
-I went to the movies with this boy.. Source Code is what we saw. Twas a red tomato.
-I straightened my hair this morning. As opposed to my more popular lazy, throw-it-up-cuz-my-hair-sucks style. And. My bangs are no longer in the awkward length stage. I usually pin them up because they look dumb because I'm growing them out. And I like them now. Hooray.
-I got some Krabby Patties from Walgreens. Those always make me happy. Like a small child.
Things I didn't like about today:
-I forgot to paint my nails, so they look gross right now.
-I spent over 2 cumulative hours of my day doing homework that's not even due for 2 more days.. I could've been doing other less-productive things. Ugh.
-This is the day every couple weeks when I really start hoping Friday comes faster, because Friday=payday. I am usually fine, but the Wednesday before payday is always my freak-out, hope-I-have-enough-money-to-last day.
-I accidentally threw ranch on my car at the movie theater. I know that sounds stupid, and it was stupid, but it really was an accident! I won't go into details.
-I accidentally let Adam's mom's dog pee on a couch :/
That's all I didn't like. I think.
Something happened today, that I didn't like nor dislike, it just happened. I saw a lady and a kid, probably 5 or 6, but who was blind, walking across a crosswalk with his stick near the ASDB. I was stopped at the light while he was crossing, and I just started staring. I wasn't really staring at the kid in like an awkward creepy stare, it was more of a thoughtful stare. I was just thinking, and wondering mostly, what it would be like to not have sight, especially at that young of an age! That poor kid is still developing his tastes for what he likes and doesn't like, and he can't even see them. He can't see colors, lights, textures, anything! It's sad. He was trying to feel the brick wall so he could sit down, and I was just thinking, he doesn't even know what brick looks like. Or sidewalk. Little things. WEIRD. So I guess if there's one more thing I like about today, it's that I realized how grateful I am to be able to see!
Here are some things I liked about today:
-my classes went by fast. In my first class I took 2 tests then left, having only been in class for 40 minutes. It's a 2 hour and 40 minute class. Beautiful. Then in my other 2 hour and 40 minute class, I got out 40 minutes early. Shawang.
-I got ALL 22 of my online spanish assignments done. Half of them I did during my boring astrology class, and the other half I did when I got home from school. And they're not even due til Friday! This is a first for me. I like it.
-my nails are finally growing consistently! This isn't just today, this has been going on for at least a month now. If any of you know me, you know that I am a nail-biter. I have nubs that never ever grow. UNTIL NOW. I have been so good about not biting my nails. And it excites me.
-I ate garlic bread. Nuff said.
-I went to the movies with this boy.. Source Code is what we saw. Twas a red tomato.
-I straightened my hair this morning. As opposed to my more popular lazy, throw-it-up-cuz-my-hair-sucks style. And. My bangs are no longer in the awkward length stage. I usually pin them up because they look dumb because I'm growing them out. And I like them now. Hooray.
-I got some Krabby Patties from Walgreens. Those always make me happy. Like a small child.
Things I didn't like about today:
-I forgot to paint my nails, so they look gross right now.
-I spent over 2 cumulative hours of my day doing homework that's not even due for 2 more days.. I could've been doing other less-productive things. Ugh.
-This is the day every couple weeks when I really start hoping Friday comes faster, because Friday=payday. I am usually fine, but the Wednesday before payday is always my freak-out, hope-I-have-enough-money-to-last day.
-I accidentally threw ranch on my car at the movie theater. I know that sounds stupid, and it was stupid, but it really was an accident! I won't go into details.
-I accidentally let Adam's mom's dog pee on a couch :/
That's all I didn't like. I think.
Something happened today, that I didn't like nor dislike, it just happened. I saw a lady and a kid, probably 5 or 6, but who was blind, walking across a crosswalk with his stick near the ASDB. I was stopped at the light while he was crossing, and I just started staring. I wasn't really staring at the kid in like an awkward creepy stare, it was more of a thoughtful stare. I was just thinking, and wondering mostly, what it would be like to not have sight, especially at that young of an age! That poor kid is still developing his tastes for what he likes and doesn't like, and he can't even see them. He can't see colors, lights, textures, anything! It's sad. He was trying to feel the brick wall so he could sit down, and I was just thinking, he doesn't even know what brick looks like. Or sidewalk. Little things. WEIRD. So I guess if there's one more thing I like about today, it's that I realized how grateful I am to be able to see!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Daydreams anyone?
Ok, so I realized a little bit ago that I have some strange daydreams. I actually don't even know if I would consider them daydreams, it's more just like my imagination runs rampant sometimes. I don't really talk to myself, unless there is something I need to say aloud to myself. So I usually just think. Here's what caused me to think about how weird I am.
I came home from work today. I took a shower just about half an hour ago. While I was in the shower, I heard one of my roommates come home. Our front door is pretty squeaky so you can easily tell when the door opens. And that started it all. Here's how my "daydream" went:
It actually wasn't one of my roommates that came home, it was 2 burglars. They took advantage of me being in the shower and stole my laptop, my iPhone, our couch, our TV, and a couple pairs of my shoes. I sort of suspected it was not a roommate, so I yelled, "hello?" to see who was home, and the burglars responded in a girly voice with, "hello!" And then I said, "who's home?" And the burglar said, "it's me!" And I said, "who's me?" Then they busted the bathroom door open and yelled in a frustrated manly voice, "SHUT UP!" and took a blind shot at me (cuz I was behind the shower curtain) and killed me, and I fell down dead in the bathtub..
THEN I pulled a Goosebumps and made an alternate ending. When they came in and yelled, "SHUT UP!" I sensed that they were going to shoot, so I ducked right before they shot. They missed (victory). BUT THEN, I thought to myself, "oh crap, they will know I'm not dead because they didn't hear the 'thump' of my dead body falling.
And then something else interrupted my daydream.
I do this all the time. Think about stuff like this, that is. Does anyone else have daydreams like this? If not, I will just accept that I have the imagination of a 10-year-old boy who watches too much TV. I think the latter is what I'll count on. I'm just a 22-year-old female. It's fine.
I came home from work today. I took a shower just about half an hour ago. While I was in the shower, I heard one of my roommates come home. Our front door is pretty squeaky so you can easily tell when the door opens. And that started it all. Here's how my "daydream" went:
It actually wasn't one of my roommates that came home, it was 2 burglars. They took advantage of me being in the shower and stole my laptop, my iPhone, our couch, our TV, and a couple pairs of my shoes. I sort of suspected it was not a roommate, so I yelled, "hello?" to see who was home, and the burglars responded in a girly voice with, "hello!" And then I said, "who's home?" And the burglar said, "it's me!" And I said, "who's me?" Then they busted the bathroom door open and yelled in a frustrated manly voice, "SHUT UP!" and took a blind shot at me (cuz I was behind the shower curtain) and killed me, and I fell down dead in the bathtub..
THEN I pulled a Goosebumps and made an alternate ending. When they came in and yelled, "SHUT UP!" I sensed that they were going to shoot, so I ducked right before they shot. They missed (victory). BUT THEN, I thought to myself, "oh crap, they will know I'm not dead because they didn't hear the 'thump' of my dead body falling.
And then something else interrupted my daydream.
I do this all the time. Think about stuff like this, that is. Does anyone else have daydreams like this? If not, I will just accept that I have the imagination of a 10-year-old boy who watches too much TV. I think the latter is what I'll count on. I'm just a 22-year-old female. It's fine.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
WORK.
I went to work today, and recently I have come to realize many things, just by associating with the people I associate with. There are a lot, but here are a few:
1. Some men (a lot of men) act very differently when their wives are around, and it's kind of sad. For example, I have this regular who always comes in. He always talks flirty to me. Now, I'm not trying to toot my own horn. You could have a mullet and boobs down to your belly button, but as long as you are a female you will get hit on at Harbor Freight. Anyway, so this guy comes in every couple weeks if not more, never has a ring on (not that that ever got my hopes up or anything, or that I meant to notice, he's like 60, bleh), is always outgoing and happy, talks to me like he's my best friend, and it's whatever. Well, the other day he came in with his wife, was wearing his ring, yada-yada-yada. He didn't even look me in the eye when I was ringing him up or asking him questions. He was just really weird. It was really super awkward. Not that I should care or anything, or that I even DO care, but I don't understand why people are so different when they are with their significant other and when they're not. I'm not taking it personally, or thinking AT ALL that it's my doing that he was acting so weird. And maybe he was just having a bad day and didn't want to talk to me or anyone or whatever, but there have been several times that my regulars come in with a woman and are night and day different. I've never understood it.
2. People live up to their stereotypes quite often. I don't want to point out any specific examples because that is rude, but um, it's kind of annoying. People get upset that their particular race or ethnicity is stereotyped for something, but then they're "that guy." All the time.
3. My company could have its own reality TV show. HFT is the best place to people-watch. Ever. Okay picture this. Trannies, see-thru mesh tank tops "covering" the biggest muffin top you've ever seen, yellow pants (?!), hungry butts for days, socks from the 90's, Hungarian hair-do's, ... well scratch that, just Hungarians, men in short shorts, cul-de-sac hair, B.O., teen moms, full-body sweatsuits that are the same color top and bottom but different shades, war veterans, old women in metallic purple leggings, face tattoos, boys from da hood with an extra long pinky nail who come in just to buy a small scale (wonder what that could be for?), etc etc. Oh you know, I see all these on a regular basis. Sometimes I have to catch myself when I start staring at someone, especially when they're talking to me.
4. I look Mexican. This is how scarce polite manners are at my store- I get asked, "hablo espanol?" or "speaka da spaneesh?" FAR more times than people say, "excuse me" before asking me a question.
5. I also look like I'm 17? I can't count how many times people have asked me if I'm still in high school. Not a big deal. Not offensive.
6. People don't always mean what they say, especially when they have accentos. For example. If someone says they want a 'yak', what they really want is a JACK. If they say they want a 'yumper', they actually want a JUMPSTART. If they say they want a 'bakrum', they just simply want a VACUUM. And, if they say they want a 'shane', no, they do not actually want Shane, they just want some CHAIN.
Well, my job is interesting to say the least.
1. Some men (a lot of men) act very differently when their wives are around, and it's kind of sad. For example, I have this regular who always comes in. He always talks flirty to me. Now, I'm not trying to toot my own horn. You could have a mullet and boobs down to your belly button, but as long as you are a female you will get hit on at Harbor Freight. Anyway, so this guy comes in every couple weeks if not more, never has a ring on (not that that ever got my hopes up or anything, or that I meant to notice, he's like 60, bleh), is always outgoing and happy, talks to me like he's my best friend, and it's whatever. Well, the other day he came in with his wife, was wearing his ring, yada-yada-yada. He didn't even look me in the eye when I was ringing him up or asking him questions. He was just really weird. It was really super awkward. Not that I should care or anything, or that I even DO care, but I don't understand why people are so different when they are with their significant other and when they're not. I'm not taking it personally, or thinking AT ALL that it's my doing that he was acting so weird. And maybe he was just having a bad day and didn't want to talk to me or anyone or whatever, but there have been several times that my regulars come in with a woman and are night and day different. I've never understood it.
2. People live up to their stereotypes quite often. I don't want to point out any specific examples because that is rude, but um, it's kind of annoying. People get upset that their particular race or ethnicity is stereotyped for something, but then they're "that guy." All the time.
3. My company could have its own reality TV show. HFT is the best place to people-watch. Ever. Okay picture this. Trannies, see-thru mesh tank tops "covering" the biggest muffin top you've ever seen, yellow pants (?!), hungry butts for days, socks from the 90's, Hungarian hair-do's, ... well scratch that, just Hungarians, men in short shorts, cul-de-sac hair, B.O., teen moms, full-body sweatsuits that are the same color top and bottom but different shades, war veterans, old women in metallic purple leggings, face tattoos, boys from da hood with an extra long pinky nail who come in just to buy a small scale (wonder what that could be for?), etc etc. Oh you know, I see all these on a regular basis. Sometimes I have to catch myself when I start staring at someone, especially when they're talking to me.
4. I look Mexican. This is how scarce polite manners are at my store- I get asked, "hablo espanol?" or "speaka da spaneesh?" FAR more times than people say, "excuse me" before asking me a question.
5. I also look like I'm 17? I can't count how many times people have asked me if I'm still in high school. Not a big deal. Not offensive.
6. People don't always mean what they say, especially when they have accentos. For example. If someone says they want a 'yak', what they really want is a JACK. If they say they want a 'yumper', they actually want a JUMPSTART. If they say they want a 'bakrum', they just simply want a VACUUM. And, if they say they want a 'shane', no, they do not actually want Shane, they just want some CHAIN.
Well, my job is interesting to say the least.
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