Before you freak out Mom, I am totally fine.
This was just a precaution.
Let me explain.
So if you haven't read Carter or the roommates new blog about today, you should go check those out.
We. Had. An. Adventure.
So after our long day of getting lost and having red thighs, we were running errands around town and we somehow ended up in the slums of Walmart on the mission for inner tubes.
Because we were inspired to float the river due to it being river days.
Now just so we are all clear, none of us had ever floated this river.
So we got some tubes, 2 turquoise and 2 pink.
Seriously its like 1980's barbie going on with these tubes.
So we made a plan. 10 am at the spot that we were at yesterday.
I somehow ended up with all the tubes and around 9:30 I remembered you cannot go down a raging river whilst the tubes are not inflated.
It is not safe kids. Do not try this at home.
Actually actual adult supervision would have helped in this situation.
Not the ideas of two 21 years of age and one 19 years of age on a mission to float this river.
So the tubes are inflated.
Dad would be so proud.
I used a pair of pliers and my hair dryer.
Pretty nifty.
I somehow get them into my very tiny car.
If you've ever been in my tiny car you know how amazing that is.
3 adult size inner tubes mostly filled with air in my car.
Wait what??
Devise a plan and drive to the ending point on 9th.
Head to the starting point. The rec center.
Finally see a good spot to put in.
Tie the rafts together and set off in the icy water.
We had no idea what we were into.
Blissfully unaware of the rapids and how unprepared we truly were for this.
When i'm on a tube in a river its in the lazy river at water world.
Not on an actual river.
I thought you know, Dad was a raft guide for years, its in my blood.
Nope.
Got his bushman eyebrows.
Not the rafting stuff.
The water is freezing cold.
Both the roommate and I were hoping the cold might shrink the minuscule amount of fat on her and the chub that has accumulated on me.
No such luck.
However much to Carters dismay, the cold water worked on him and shrunk something of his.
Te he he he.
And Carter acted as our anchor at a whopping 150 pounds of pure whoop ass.
Hes holding onto my tube and i'm trying not to flash anyone in my bikini.
It got close sometimes.
So were in a weird triangle that keeps rotating.
Its usually pretty OK when i'm facing backwards because then I don't really have to steer but that's also how I ended up having to purchase hydrogen peroxide and band-aids with Neosporin but we'll get to that soon enough.
Don't you worry.
Well we hit our first "rapids"
I squeal like a little girl.
And Carter and the roommate are pretty calm and thinking "Why the hell did we bring her along??"
And it gets more interesting.
Somehow we didn't flip.
There was this one time where I was sure we were going to die.
But we somehow didn't die.
And then there was a bridge we had to go under, that had three channels.
We tried to go through the right side but not such luck.
The middle and we almost hit a wall.
Actually the roommate may have hit a wall.
And I hated kicking.
I am not coordinated or graceful and most of the time it was a panic paddle so we didn't go over the crazy scary rapids.
Most of the time when we were going over rapids we sort of prayed and hoped we didn't flip.
I held onto the roommates raft sometimes with my left, the right made sure I didnt totally flash someone.
But there were plenty of times of heart pounding adrenaline times and then the freezing cold of the river just made it quite the experience.
Well this one time we were going over this rough part.
I was backwards.
And we went over a hidden rock.
And I scraped my lower back pelvis region.
It hurt like a son of a (choice word).
We were almost to the end.
And I got hurt
Damn it.
Well we had to dismount shortly there after, so we haphazardly paddled to the shore, kind of.
The roommate gracefully plopped off her tube, then Carter, and suddenly realizing I could be swept down stream with three random tubes all by myself, I dismounted too.
It was awful.
Roommate got to shore thank god.
Carter and I got the tubes, and struggled to go upstream to where the roommate was.
Got to here and I literally could have kissed the earth I stood on.
And then we saw the scrape.
Its about the size of a Sacajawea dollar coin.
Not huge, but still it was by a bone, my pelvis and on my torso so it was bleeding.
Hobbled back to the car, covered it with some tissues.
Drove to get her car.
Went to Walgreen's and since I have a wild imagination I was convinced I was going to get a severe infection and DIE.
So we got of all things, hydrogen peroxide and massive band-aids.
Went home and the roommate is such a peach, she cleaned and dressed it.
She has poured hydrogen peroxide twice on it now to keep it clean and I bend over the tub.
Shes a real peach.
And now i'm letting it breath for a little bit before we put some more stuff on it.
So Mom, i'm fine.
Its all good.
I didn't drown or die of infection.
We have it handled.
Now we just have a quart of hydrogen peroxide.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Getting lost, red thighs and a Cop
Now Mom, before you freak out, the cop situation wasn't really a situation at all.
My back license plate lights are out.
I was unaware.
I'm going to Ace tomorrow and fixing this myself.
That is why I was pulled over.
I wasn't speeding.
I hadn't drank anything.
I was just driving home and he randomly stopped me.
Scared the crap out of me.
So I've never been pulled over before so this was an experience.
I calmly pulled over, rolled down my window and waited.
He was very nice, and told me the situation.
Asked if I had been drinking.
I said no because I hadn't.
He ran my license.
I just got a warning and I was on my way.
So do not freak out.
The rest of the day was not as smooth.
The roommate and I wanted to go down to the river to get some sunshine and hang out.
So we get down to the river trail, walk forever on a dirt path, see that there are tons of people at the beach we were planning to go to.
So we venture on.
The trail goes up and we end up in the neighbor hood by Chapman hill ice arena.
We parked by 32nd.
So we have to walk back.
And we are tired and hot and sweaty.
And no one will stop and ask if two girls who obviously look lost would like a ride.
Nope.
There are currently blisters between my toes.
So when we finally get to back where we parked we just stayed put.
Now here's where the thighs come in.
Mom I also put on sunscreen all over my body.
What I didn't account for was that my jean shorts were going to rub off the sunscreen.
So after about an hour of walking, I didn't reapply sunscreen on the tops of my thighs where my shorts had been.
And my entire body was fine except exactly where the damn shorts rubbed off my sunscreen.
So just above my bikini line on my stomach is bright red.
The tops of my thighs to my bikini is bright red.
No where else.
It was a lovely warn day.
We had chips, Mexican coke and grapes.
Brought our towels.
I had some extra sunscreen.
A sunhat and sunglasses.
We were freaking prepared.
We didn't think of that however...
But other than that it was great hanging with the roomie and later Carter.
We watched some of the boats for river days.
It was a peachy day except for that!
Yep I am totally winning at this adult thing.
Yeah not really
My back license plate lights are out.
I was unaware.
I'm going to Ace tomorrow and fixing this myself.
That is why I was pulled over.
I wasn't speeding.
I hadn't drank anything.
I was just driving home and he randomly stopped me.
Scared the crap out of me.
So I've never been pulled over before so this was an experience.
I calmly pulled over, rolled down my window and waited.
He was very nice, and told me the situation.
Asked if I had been drinking.
I said no because I hadn't.
He ran my license.
I just got a warning and I was on my way.
So do not freak out.
The rest of the day was not as smooth.
The roommate and I wanted to go down to the river to get some sunshine and hang out.
So we get down to the river trail, walk forever on a dirt path, see that there are tons of people at the beach we were planning to go to.
So we venture on.
The trail goes up and we end up in the neighbor hood by Chapman hill ice arena.
We parked by 32nd.
So we have to walk back.
And we are tired and hot and sweaty.
And no one will stop and ask if two girls who obviously look lost would like a ride.
Nope.
There are currently blisters between my toes.
So when we finally get to back where we parked we just stayed put.
Now here's where the thighs come in.
Mom I also put on sunscreen all over my body.
What I didn't account for was that my jean shorts were going to rub off the sunscreen.
So after about an hour of walking, I didn't reapply sunscreen on the tops of my thighs where my shorts had been.
And my entire body was fine except exactly where the damn shorts rubbed off my sunscreen.
So just above my bikini line on my stomach is bright red.
The tops of my thighs to my bikini is bright red.
No where else.
It was a lovely warn day.
We had chips, Mexican coke and grapes.
Brought our towels.
I had some extra sunscreen.
A sunhat and sunglasses.
We were freaking prepared.
We didn't think of that however...
But other than that it was great hanging with the roomie and later Carter.
We watched some of the boats for river days.
It was a peachy day except for that!
Yep I am totally winning at this adult thing.
Yeah not really
Friday, May 29, 2015
A can of worms
So for those of you that do not know the phrase "opening a can of worms", it pretty much means opening something that you know will just end badly. Or starting something that uncovers a bunch of other problems that you didn't want to start.
So like with fishing you have a thing of worms, and if you open it all those slimy little creatures get out.
Can of worms.
Got it?
Good.
Its a very bad idea but you do it any ways.
Like maybe in middle school you weren't supposed to make fun of that one kid, but then you do and it just causes all these other problems.
Maybe you start something with someone and you know it will get complicated and dirty but you do it anyways.
Boys you know this all too well. Pretty girl comes along and you do something stupid because she may have used her pretty brown eyes on you.
Or you might have feelings for someone but you know it wont go anywhere because they might be like a couple thousand miles away...
We have all been in those situations.
Or we might be in those situations currently...
But what the hell do you do?!?
Could it be hormones? Or just a need for connection? A need for adventure?
To burst out of the norm?
It could be all of those.
But.
But.
But.
We all know that this might not be a good idea.
Or it could be the leap we need.
You never know until you try.
We know its a bad idea, but we do it anyways.
Welcome to being human.
Welcome to being flawed.
Welcome to being free.
Oops there goes the worms...
I love you will still sound the same
So on May 28th 2015 my parents celebrated their 27th wedding anniversary!
27 YEARS TOGETHER!
Can you imagine?!?
However I met a lady on the flight yesterday who has been married 57 years so that is pretty impressive too!
But anyways back to the parental units.
They were married on May 28th 1988.
If you haven't seen the wedding picture that is floating around the interwebs, its pretty adorable.
You know that picture I have of me standing in front of that medieval castle in Marksburg, and that massive grin of pure glee that is on my face?
Yeah I got that face from my mom.
She has pretty much the same grin on in her wedding picture.
A little less than four years later Owen was born.
And then 23 months later I was born.
And then 3.5 years after that Claire was born.
Currently 2 out of the three of us are in serious relationships.
I'm the odd ball out as per usual.
Were crossing our fingers that I actually meet someone good for me this year.
But I think why its so hard for me to find a person besides the reason that i'm a bit of a handful and I am high maintenance. Is that I have high standards when it comes to love.
I tend to fall too hard and fast for people.
But I don't think far enough ahead because usually it doesn't work out, on whether or not this person is good for me.
I'm comparing my idea of love to my parents.
Because that's what love looks like to me.
And I just haven't found something like that.
And I know i'm a different person than my parents, but they found something so real and so right.
It just clicked.
They met when my dad had just barely turned 21, in a bar.
She had just gotten out of a nasty break up and a couple of her guy friends invited her out.
They were meeting a friend for drinks.
It was my dad.
So she went out, they met.
It took my dad a month to get up the courage to ask my mom out on a single date. Just the two of them.
Three months after they were engaged!
A little over a year later they were married.
Can you imagine love like that?
Just finding someone and it just clicks?
All the pieces fall into place.
I mean it hasnt been easy.
We have been through a lot.
But they still sometimes act like teenagers.
They are still so in love with each other its almost sickening.
But they stay together and just love each other.
I hope I find something like that someday.
I can't be the oddball out forever? RIGHT?!
Sometime I should be able to catch a break.
I was talking to one of our family friends at Claire's graduation party.
She was in the same boat as I am currently.
Never really found someone right for the longest time.
But she persevered and even though it hurt a lot to date so many and then them not work out, she knew what she wanted and in the end she found what she wanted which was the best man.
I think that's whats going to happen to me.
I will have to fight and its going to hurt.
But in the end it will be worth it.
And I wont settle for anything less than my match and equal.
I will not settle for anything less than true happiness.
My parents didn't settle and now look at them, this is their happily ever after.
So to all of you that think i'm high strung and have high standards, its because I want love like my parents.
"I can be changed by what happens to be but I refuse to be reduced to by it."- Maya Angelou
I will adapt as the relationships come, but I will not become anything less, and I will not settle for less.
And I don't expect whomever decides to take me on as a bride to settle either.
Equals.
True love.
A happily ever after.
That's all I want.
27 YEARS TOGETHER!
Can you imagine?!?
However I met a lady on the flight yesterday who has been married 57 years so that is pretty impressive too!
But anyways back to the parental units.
They were married on May 28th 1988.
If you haven't seen the wedding picture that is floating around the interwebs, its pretty adorable.
You know that picture I have of me standing in front of that medieval castle in Marksburg, and that massive grin of pure glee that is on my face?
Yeah I got that face from my mom.
She has pretty much the same grin on in her wedding picture.
A little less than four years later Owen was born.
And then 23 months later I was born.
And then 3.5 years after that Claire was born.
Currently 2 out of the three of us are in serious relationships.
I'm the odd ball out as per usual.
Were crossing our fingers that I actually meet someone good for me this year.
But I think why its so hard for me to find a person besides the reason that i'm a bit of a handful and I am high maintenance. Is that I have high standards when it comes to love.
I tend to fall too hard and fast for people.
But I don't think far enough ahead because usually it doesn't work out, on whether or not this person is good for me.
I'm comparing my idea of love to my parents.
Because that's what love looks like to me.
And I just haven't found something like that.
And I know i'm a different person than my parents, but they found something so real and so right.
It just clicked.
They met when my dad had just barely turned 21, in a bar.
She had just gotten out of a nasty break up and a couple of her guy friends invited her out.
They were meeting a friend for drinks.
It was my dad.
So she went out, they met.
It took my dad a month to get up the courage to ask my mom out on a single date. Just the two of them.
Three months after they were engaged!
A little over a year later they were married.
Can you imagine love like that?
Just finding someone and it just clicks?
All the pieces fall into place.
I mean it hasnt been easy.
We have been through a lot.
But they still sometimes act like teenagers.
They are still so in love with each other its almost sickening.
But they stay together and just love each other.
I hope I find something like that someday.
I can't be the oddball out forever? RIGHT?!
Sometime I should be able to catch a break.
I was talking to one of our family friends at Claire's graduation party.
She was in the same boat as I am currently.
Never really found someone right for the longest time.
But she persevered and even though it hurt a lot to date so many and then them not work out, she knew what she wanted and in the end she found what she wanted which was the best man.
I think that's whats going to happen to me.
I will have to fight and its going to hurt.
But in the end it will be worth it.
And I wont settle for anything less than my match and equal.
I will not settle for anything less than true happiness.
My parents didn't settle and now look at them, this is their happily ever after.
So to all of you that think i'm high strung and have high standards, its because I want love like my parents.
"I can be changed by what happens to be but I refuse to be reduced to by it."- Maya Angelou
I will adapt as the relationships come, but I will not become anything less, and I will not settle for less.
And I don't expect whomever decides to take me on as a bride to settle either.
Equals.
True love.
A happily ever after.
That's all I want.
The girls are back together
So you may remember that group of girls I always see whenever i'm back home.
Due to me having two more days at home it was prime time to see them!
And so we finally got back together.
Now these ladies I was in band with all throughout high school
4 of the 5 of us were in marching band for all four years.
3 of us were in the same section.
And believe it or not we all have stayed friends even 3 years after we graduated.
We all go to separate universities.
But whenever we are all in town at the same time we get together.
No one else quite knows the plight of our awkward years or how all the men in our lives just never seem to be right, like these ladies.
And we all remember the bad ex boyfriends, the pity dates and when we were all obsessed, I mean literally obsessed with Wicked.
Yep we've been through hell together and that's what makes getting together and seeing each other after months and months apart so natural.
So even though all we did was get together, get some dinner, head back to Paige's house and play card games and gossip.
Its exactly what I needed.
A time to reminisce.
To catch up and update them on whats going on in my life.
Encourage some to get on the horse and just ask the boy out already.
To complain about people back at school that they don't know.
But to just be with them, was enough for me for quite some time.
I miss all these ladies dearly.
But we will be OK to be apart this summer.
Because hell we've stayed friends this long, why stop now?
Love you ladies, see you hopefully sooner rather than later.
Due to me having two more days at home it was prime time to see them!
And so we finally got back together.
Now these ladies I was in band with all throughout high school
4 of the 5 of us were in marching band for all four years.
3 of us were in the same section.
And believe it or not we all have stayed friends even 3 years after we graduated.
We all go to separate universities.
But whenever we are all in town at the same time we get together.
No one else quite knows the plight of our awkward years or how all the men in our lives just never seem to be right, like these ladies.
And we all remember the bad ex boyfriends, the pity dates and when we were all obsessed, I mean literally obsessed with Wicked.
Yep we've been through hell together and that's what makes getting together and seeing each other after months and months apart so natural.
So even though all we did was get together, get some dinner, head back to Paige's house and play card games and gossip.
Its exactly what I needed.
A time to reminisce.
To catch up and update them on whats going on in my life.
Encourage some to get on the horse and just ask the boy out already.
To complain about people back at school that they don't know.
But to just be with them, was enough for me for quite some time.
I miss all these ladies dearly.
But we will be OK to be apart this summer.
Because hell we've stayed friends this long, why stop now?
Love you ladies, see you hopefully sooner rather than later.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Target run
So Monday after the memorial the parentals looked into getting my Tuesday flight changed.
So we did and I was able to stay home for a few more days.
Tuesday was the first day I didn't have to get up and do something.
So I slept.
And stayed in my pj's all day.
Which didn't bode well.
Claire however has an uncanny ability to just know what I need to get me out of the house.
Seeing as there isn't a target anywhere near close to me, I love going to Target when i'm home.
And so Claire and I have kind of made it a thing that we will go on target runs.
It could be for the most random thing, but I just cant pass up a trip to target with Claire.
I always end up getting something I don't really need.
Were efficient when shopping.
We get what we want, but we don't take too long.
These trips are probably a hour ish.
But its like bonding time for Claire and I.
So Tuesday the way I got off my lazy ass and actually got ready is because Claire suggested a Target run.
I'm still surprised she suggested it because I was a bit cranky to her and yet she still asked.
She just kind of knows how I tick.
But we had a random shopping adventure.
Had some girl time.
And it was like old times.
And then I realized how little time I had left with the coolest person I know.
And it made me very sad.
So we did and I was able to stay home for a few more days.
Tuesday was the first day I didn't have to get up and do something.
So I slept.
And stayed in my pj's all day.
Which didn't bode well.
Claire however has an uncanny ability to just know what I need to get me out of the house.
Seeing as there isn't a target anywhere near close to me, I love going to Target when i'm home.
And so Claire and I have kind of made it a thing that we will go on target runs.
It could be for the most random thing, but I just cant pass up a trip to target with Claire.
I always end up getting something I don't really need.
Were efficient when shopping.
We get what we want, but we don't take too long.
These trips are probably a hour ish.
But its like bonding time for Claire and I.
So Tuesday the way I got off my lazy ass and actually got ready is because Claire suggested a Target run.
I'm still surprised she suggested it because I was a bit cranky to her and yet she still asked.
She just kind of knows how I tick.
But we had a random shopping adventure.
Had some girl time.
And it was like old times.
And then I realized how little time I had left with the coolest person I know.
And it made me very sad.
Remembrance
So today I actually got to sleep in in my own bed!
It was incredible!
If you know what all happened the day prior with my bed you'll be quite happy that I actually got a decent nights sleep.
But this particular day I got up around 10:30.
And I mean we had an event to put on but this wasnt as stressful as the graduation party.
About a week ago my great aunt laurene died.
Now I didn't know Laurene all that well.
We didn't see her all that often but I do have some fond memories of her.
She was my Great Grandma Helen's little sister.
An end of a generation in our family.
She was the last of her siblings to pass.
She never married and its said she went on a single double date with her older sister and it was so bad she swore off men.
But there were plenty of men that wanted her.
She was a great lady and she was a tough little thing.
She lived to the ripe age of 89.
I wish I had spent some more time with her.
Anyways we had a memorial at our house and my grandmother and her sister shared memories of Laurene.
I learned so much about her right then.
And I found at that moment that I don't want to live my life in secret.
I want people to learn from me.
So I want to be an open book.
Teach the younger generations so they learn from my mistakes.
And so they know the importance of family.
Because at the end of the day blood is thicker than water.
Rest in Peace Aunt Laurene.
Tell Grandma Helen and Vernon we love and miss them.
It was incredible!
If you know what all happened the day prior with my bed you'll be quite happy that I actually got a decent nights sleep.
But this particular day I got up around 10:30.
And I mean we had an event to put on but this wasnt as stressful as the graduation party.
About a week ago my great aunt laurene died.
Now I didn't know Laurene all that well.
We didn't see her all that often but I do have some fond memories of her.
She was my Great Grandma Helen's little sister.
An end of a generation in our family.
She was the last of her siblings to pass.
She never married and its said she went on a single double date with her older sister and it was so bad she swore off men.
But there were plenty of men that wanted her.
She was a great lady and she was a tough little thing.
She lived to the ripe age of 89.
I wish I had spent some more time with her.
Anyways we had a memorial at our house and my grandmother and her sister shared memories of Laurene.
I learned so much about her right then.
And I found at that moment that I don't want to live my life in secret.
I want people to learn from me.
So I want to be an open book.
Teach the younger generations so they learn from my mistakes.
And so they know the importance of family.
Because at the end of the day blood is thicker than water.
Rest in Peace Aunt Laurene.
Tell Grandma Helen and Vernon we love and miss them.
The day I went out in public sans make up and the day the locusts descended
So if you didn't know, I do not go out in public with out make up.
That pretty much never happens.
I mean I guess I will drive somewhere and drop someone if I don't have make up on.
But going into a store with out make up is extremely nerve wracking.
And Sunday was an absolutely crazy day so I was on errand running duty.
I initially thought I was just on tea jar fetching duty.
But it expanded to ice and sun dried tomatoes and peach vodka fetching.
I went into Kings with out make up.
And I didn't die.
I however went as fast as physically possible so less people saw me.
But then I found out that I needed to go get more ice so I had to go back in again and get more freaking ice.
And then I went out on another errand to fetch peach vodka for personal use.
Just kidding it was for sangria.
But i'm sure the guy that was selling it to me thought "damn shes looking haggard. No wonder she needs the vodka"
Yeah I was looking super hot.
Greasy hair.
No make up so all the purple bags under my eyes were in full force.
And not a single stitch of make up.
So suffice to say my sunglasses were a great accessory that day.
But I didn't die.
Maybe some day I will be able to go out in public sans make up and be ok with it.
And then a few hours later the locusts descended on our house.
Also known as Claire's graduation party was in full force around 5 pm.
And we had a steady stream of locusts still coming around 8 pm. It started at 4...
Now locusts is my nickname for those younger than myself.
Or it mostly pertains to hyper high schoolers.
They literally remind me of locusts sometimes.
They eat everything,
They swarm.
They are loud.
But it was OK.
I mean at the end of the night the stimulus overload was too much.
I went to bed and pretty much collapsed.
We didn't have a ton of leftovers because all the boys ate everything,
No macaroni and cheese!
But overall it was successful party
There were 111 people total that came and visited!
That is insane!
But it just goes to show how cool and beloved my gorgeous little sister is.
So props to you Claire!
That pretty much never happens.
I mean I guess I will drive somewhere and drop someone if I don't have make up on.
But going into a store with out make up is extremely nerve wracking.
And Sunday was an absolutely crazy day so I was on errand running duty.
I initially thought I was just on tea jar fetching duty.
But it expanded to ice and sun dried tomatoes and peach vodka fetching.
I went into Kings with out make up.
And I didn't die.
I however went as fast as physically possible so less people saw me.
But then I found out that I needed to go get more ice so I had to go back in again and get more freaking ice.
And then I went out on another errand to fetch peach vodka for personal use.
Just kidding it was for sangria.
But i'm sure the guy that was selling it to me thought "damn shes looking haggard. No wonder she needs the vodka"
Yeah I was looking super hot.
Greasy hair.
No make up so all the purple bags under my eyes were in full force.
And not a single stitch of make up.
So suffice to say my sunglasses were a great accessory that day.
But I didn't die.
Maybe some day I will be able to go out in public sans make up and be ok with it.
And then a few hours later the locusts descended on our house.
Also known as Claire's graduation party was in full force around 5 pm.
And we had a steady stream of locusts still coming around 8 pm. It started at 4...
Now locusts is my nickname for those younger than myself.
Or it mostly pertains to hyper high schoolers.
They literally remind me of locusts sometimes.
They eat everything,
They swarm.
They are loud.
But it was OK.
I mean at the end of the night the stimulus overload was too much.
I went to bed and pretty much collapsed.
We didn't have a ton of leftovers because all the boys ate everything,
No macaroni and cheese!
But overall it was successful party
There were 111 people total that came and visited!
That is insane!
But it just goes to show how cool and beloved my gorgeous little sister is.
So props to you Claire!
Monday, May 25, 2015
Mormor's Birthday
So for those of you that are not of Swedish heritage, Mormor means mothers mother.
Ok we have it? good.
So my maternal grandmother turned 76 on May 23rd 2015.
She has 5 children and 11 grandchildren.
I am one of them.
I remember we would have cousins sleepovers years and years ago.
We'd have this huge blanket fort and it used to be all 10 of us back then, we'd all snuggle together and watch movies.
Then we'd make pancakes in the morning and eat them around her big kitchen table.
We did camp Mormor which is pretty much we would set up tents and camp in her backyard.
So many Easter egg hunts, family parties and Christmas eve fun at that house.
Christmas Eve has always been fun because each of us has to claim a spot and sit with our presents on our laps because there are so many of us.
When we were younger there would be babies and the parents would have to find the babies in all of the presents.
We are a big crazy and loud family.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I get my big brown eyes from my mom who got it from Mormor.
But Mormor is one of the most loving people I know.
My mom got the mentality to care for pretty much everyone and the lost souls from her.
And apparently I've embodied that too.
Mormor is the one that keeps all of the craziness of our family together.
I'm glad to be part of that family.
To have the big brown eyes.
To have the crazy Swedish part that loves unconditionally.
So happy 76th birthday Mormor!
Here's to many more years!
Ok we have it? good.
So my maternal grandmother turned 76 on May 23rd 2015.
She has 5 children and 11 grandchildren.
I am one of them.
I remember we would have cousins sleepovers years and years ago.
We'd have this huge blanket fort and it used to be all 10 of us back then, we'd all snuggle together and watch movies.
Then we'd make pancakes in the morning and eat them around her big kitchen table.
We did camp Mormor which is pretty much we would set up tents and camp in her backyard.
So many Easter egg hunts, family parties and Christmas eve fun at that house.
Christmas Eve has always been fun because each of us has to claim a spot and sit with our presents on our laps because there are so many of us.
When we were younger there would be babies and the parents would have to find the babies in all of the presents.
We are a big crazy and loud family.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I get my big brown eyes from my mom who got it from Mormor.
But Mormor is one of the most loving people I know.
My mom got the mentality to care for pretty much everyone and the lost souls from her.
And apparently I've embodied that too.
Mormor is the one that keeps all of the craziness of our family together.
I'm glad to be part of that family.
To have the big brown eyes.
To have the crazy Swedish part that loves unconditionally.
So happy 76th birthday Mormor!
Here's to many more years!
Saturday, May 23, 2015
My baby's all grown up and... and saving china
Claire.
Just.
Graduated.
From.
High.
School.
WHAT?!?
I'm still adjusting to the fact she was in high school and now she is off to college! My little sister who is three years younger than me will now be in college.
That means i'm going to be a senior.
And that she will have to deal with creepy college men.
.
..
...
..
.
THAT'S IT I'M TRANSFERRING TO UNC.
No she can stand her ground and fend off the men.
And she will do amazing at college.
I remember when she started high school.
The semester beforehand I had warned/threatened all the men in band that if they even looked at her the wrong way they would be toast.
A month into school she had her first boyfriend...
So I failed at keeping all the men away from my much cooler little sister.
When I think of Claire its hard for me to put out of my mind the image of her when she was around the age of three, with an adorable little bob hair cut, a little side pony on her head and her holding her baby doll bailey.
I'm still trying to quite fathom that Claire is a teenager much less her now just recently turning to a legal adult.
Claire is a legal adult.
But Claire I know will do wonders to this world.
She has an immense amount of compassion and she is either going into nursing or social work.
She will make such a difference in those fields.
And I know she will make her mark as she has done time and time again.
I think she is the most driven out of the three of us.
I cant wait to just sit back and bask in her glory.
So whats the deal with the title?
Well recently since I've had some time on my hands I've been watching Disney movies on Netflix.
I recently saw Mulan and at the end when Mulan saves everyone and Mushu is looking on he says that line.
How she has grown up and done great things.
Mushu and I are in the same boat right now.
Claire is growing up and not exactly saving China but she is doing and will be doing more incredible things in her future.
So to my baby though not so baby sister Claire.
Congratulations on your graduation.
Make sure to remember me when you are getting your Nobel Peace Prize.
Just.
Graduated.
From.
High.
School.
WHAT?!?
I'm still adjusting to the fact she was in high school and now she is off to college! My little sister who is three years younger than me will now be in college.
That means i'm going to be a senior.
And that she will have to deal with creepy college men.
.
..
...
..
.
THAT'S IT I'M TRANSFERRING TO UNC.
No she can stand her ground and fend off the men.
And she will do amazing at college.
I remember when she started high school.
The semester beforehand I had warned/threatened all the men in band that if they even looked at her the wrong way they would be toast.
A month into school she had her first boyfriend...
So I failed at keeping all the men away from my much cooler little sister.
When I think of Claire its hard for me to put out of my mind the image of her when she was around the age of three, with an adorable little bob hair cut, a little side pony on her head and her holding her baby doll bailey.
I'm still trying to quite fathom that Claire is a teenager much less her now just recently turning to a legal adult.
Claire is a legal adult.
But Claire I know will do wonders to this world.
She has an immense amount of compassion and she is either going into nursing or social work.
She will make such a difference in those fields.
And I know she will make her mark as she has done time and time again.
I think she is the most driven out of the three of us.
I cant wait to just sit back and bask in her glory.
So whats the deal with the title?
Well recently since I've had some time on my hands I've been watching Disney movies on Netflix.
I recently saw Mulan and at the end when Mulan saves everyone and Mushu is looking on he says that line.
How she has grown up and done great things.
Mushu and I are in the same boat right now.
Claire is growing up and not exactly saving China but she is doing and will be doing more incredible things in her future.
So to my baby though not so baby sister Claire.
Congratulations on your graduation.
Make sure to remember me when you are getting your Nobel Peace Prize.
Going home and getting pampered
So, I love going home.
A good majority of my family lives in the Denver Metro area so all the cousins and aunts and uncles are close by.
And often times being away means missing family parties and family events in general.
And I am often left out of the loop when it comes to keeping up with what all is happening in our family.
So when I can come home its fabulous.
So yesterday I was running a little late once again.
I found I could check two bags going home so I took full advantage and pretty much brought all of my laundry home.
And the roommate was kind enough to take me to the airport.
Thank god for her.
So I get to the airport. Get checked in and see that pretty much my entire flight is people 60 and over.
So i'm a little whippersnapper.
However there is one guy who is close to my age and he sat next to me, which was fun.
Finally get in and then find the mother and sister.
We drive home, have a snack and head to get pedicures.
Now as a disclaimer, I have never gotten a pedicure.
And i've never been to the place we are going.
Its called Tall Grass and its in Evergreen.
And if you ever go you will be spoiled forever for all other places.
Not even joking.
Now I live in Arvada which is about a 45 minute drive from where we are going.
But it is all worth it.
We drive by these crazy beautiful mountain homes.
Some look like castles so I just die a little bit inside.
We get there, change into robes and wait for our pedis.
And it is so pretty and relaxing.
Rain is misting down and its like a mountain oasis.
So we get these beautiful pedicures and I am so spoiled.
My toes are currently blue and sparkly.
And I love it.
So suffice to say, if you need an idea for a gift for a girl, just send her to Tall Grass in Evergreen and she will be ruined for all other spas.
It is that good.
A good majority of my family lives in the Denver Metro area so all the cousins and aunts and uncles are close by.
And often times being away means missing family parties and family events in general.
And I am often left out of the loop when it comes to keeping up with what all is happening in our family.
So when I can come home its fabulous.
So yesterday I was running a little late once again.
I found I could check two bags going home so I took full advantage and pretty much brought all of my laundry home.
And the roommate was kind enough to take me to the airport.
Thank god for her.
So I get to the airport. Get checked in and see that pretty much my entire flight is people 60 and over.
So i'm a little whippersnapper.
However there is one guy who is close to my age and he sat next to me, which was fun.
Finally get in and then find the mother and sister.
We drive home, have a snack and head to get pedicures.
Now as a disclaimer, I have never gotten a pedicure.
And i've never been to the place we are going.
Its called Tall Grass and its in Evergreen.
And if you ever go you will be spoiled forever for all other places.
Not even joking.
Now I live in Arvada which is about a 45 minute drive from where we are going.
But it is all worth it.
We drive by these crazy beautiful mountain homes.
Some look like castles so I just die a little bit inside.
We get there, change into robes and wait for our pedis.
And it is so pretty and relaxing.
Rain is misting down and its like a mountain oasis.
So we get these beautiful pedicures and I am so spoiled.
My toes are currently blue and sparkly.
And I love it.
So suffice to say, if you need an idea for a gift for a girl, just send her to Tall Grass in Evergreen and she will be ruined for all other spas.
It is that good.
Really REALLY bad hair
So I like my hair.
I've realized this since coming to college in Durango, I have pretty damn good hair.
Its smooth, straight, a good color, and its easy to take care of.
The only downfall is I have to wash it everyday and it doesn't really hold a curl.
But other than that I have pretty great hair.
I don't dye it.
I don't really have to tame it.
Its a good color.
I'm not going gray, just yet.
But Wednesday, that was a day that was the epitome of bad hair.
So i'm thinking about cutting my hair, short.
Because i've had it long for a really long time and I saw this music video of Fight Song by Rachel Platten and I love her hair in it and i've sort of embodied her mentality in that song.
And her hair is a messy long bob and its super cute.
So I wanted to test out if my hair could handle beachy waves.
Because I really don't want to go back to what my hair looked like in 6th and 7th grade.
A really short dork bob.
Not cute and there is a reason no one liked me then, because I was not cute.
So I got some sea salt spray. Did everything pinterest said to do with it.
And it ended up looking not like cute waves but a big old frizzy hot mess.
I had high hopes.
And I put too much sea salt spray in so it was really gritty and gross.
Well then Deanna and Carter wanted to go out for pizza.
And seeing as I had planned on staying in for the night, what did I do to rectify the bad hair situation?
Put on my flat brimmed colorado hat.
My hair just felt dirty and gross.
And it looked that way too.
So I don't think beachy waves will be happening so easily for me.
And then to add to it the roommate has been trying to redye her hair back to blonde from red...
Its been a process.
But she had just bleached her hair and only the roots were bleached and the rest was like orange.
It was quite interesting.
But she had bad hair too.
So suffice to say when we went in to get Pizza and meet up with Deanna and Carter, both of us had hats on because it was a really bad hair day.
I've realized this since coming to college in Durango, I have pretty damn good hair.
Its smooth, straight, a good color, and its easy to take care of.
The only downfall is I have to wash it everyday and it doesn't really hold a curl.
But other than that I have pretty great hair.
I don't dye it.
I don't really have to tame it.
Its a good color.
I'm not going gray, just yet.
But Wednesday, that was a day that was the epitome of bad hair.
So i'm thinking about cutting my hair, short.
Because i've had it long for a really long time and I saw this music video of Fight Song by Rachel Platten and I love her hair in it and i've sort of embodied her mentality in that song.
And her hair is a messy long bob and its super cute.
So I wanted to test out if my hair could handle beachy waves.
Because I really don't want to go back to what my hair looked like in 6th and 7th grade.
A really short dork bob.
Not cute and there is a reason no one liked me then, because I was not cute.
So I got some sea salt spray. Did everything pinterest said to do with it.
And it ended up looking not like cute waves but a big old frizzy hot mess.
I had high hopes.
And I put too much sea salt spray in so it was really gritty and gross.
Well then Deanna and Carter wanted to go out for pizza.
And seeing as I had planned on staying in for the night, what did I do to rectify the bad hair situation?
Put on my flat brimmed colorado hat.
My hair just felt dirty and gross.
And it looked that way too.
So I don't think beachy waves will be happening so easily for me.
And then to add to it the roommate has been trying to redye her hair back to blonde from red...
Its been a process.
But she had just bleached her hair and only the roots were bleached and the rest was like orange.
It was quite interesting.
But she had bad hair too.
So suffice to say when we went in to get Pizza and meet up with Deanna and Carter, both of us had hats on because it was a really bad hair day.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in ME
So as well all know, I am not really a fighter.
The siblings can attest to this fact.
I mean I stand up for myself but meaningless fighting I do not engage in.
Life is too short to waste time on stupid fighting.
And my mentality is that I've already done enough fighting that has meaning, as in heart surgery and having to deal with all of that, that I don't think petty fighting is what I should spend my time on this earth doing.
I despise people that argue just to argue.
My brother has a nasty habit of just arguing all the freaking time.
And I am not like that.
Claire and Owen are fiery and will fight, I do not.
Middle child for the win.
But this was all brought about because of get this, an interview that I had today!
I wont know until later this week if I got it but I hope I do because I would fit so well into this store.
Its like an oasis of girly.
There is make up and Vera Bradley purses everywhere.
Can you say Julia Heaven?
Yep well today the interviewer asked me what one of my strengths is.
And I believe how driven I am is one of my strengths.
I never give up.
I mean look at this! I haven't given up blogging yet and we are on month 5!
But I do something until its finished.
That is how I fight.
I never give up.
And it just reminded me how much i've changed in the past year
Last year at this time when I was looking for a summer job I was super nervous.
But in this one I had confidence and I was actually poised.
ME POISED!
The Queen of England herself would have been proud.
Also if you haven't heard of the song Fight Song by Rachel Platten you certainly should listen to it.
Here it is!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo1VInw-SKc
But this song is all about proving people wrong, standing up and realizing how powerful you are.
And that you are able to do anything you set your mind to.
So if you are feeling like the world is trying to eat you up, then check out this song.
And know that you too have a fight inside of you.
That we all have negative thoughts.
But the real fighters are the underdogs.
The ones that surprise everyone when they come out on top.
I am a fighter.
You are a fighter.
WE are all fighters.
We all still have fight left in us.
So fight away my lovelies.
The siblings can attest to this fact.
I mean I stand up for myself but meaningless fighting I do not engage in.
Life is too short to waste time on stupid fighting.
And my mentality is that I've already done enough fighting that has meaning, as in heart surgery and having to deal with all of that, that I don't think petty fighting is what I should spend my time on this earth doing.
I despise people that argue just to argue.
My brother has a nasty habit of just arguing all the freaking time.
And I am not like that.
Claire and Owen are fiery and will fight, I do not.
Middle child for the win.
But this was all brought about because of get this, an interview that I had today!
I wont know until later this week if I got it but I hope I do because I would fit so well into this store.
Its like an oasis of girly.
There is make up and Vera Bradley purses everywhere.
Can you say Julia Heaven?
Yep well today the interviewer asked me what one of my strengths is.
And I believe how driven I am is one of my strengths.
I never give up.
I mean look at this! I haven't given up blogging yet and we are on month 5!
But I do something until its finished.
That is how I fight.
I never give up.
And it just reminded me how much i've changed in the past year
Last year at this time when I was looking for a summer job I was super nervous.
But in this one I had confidence and I was actually poised.
ME POISED!
The Queen of England herself would have been proud.
Also if you haven't heard of the song Fight Song by Rachel Platten you certainly should listen to it.
Here it is!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo1VInw-SKc
But this song is all about proving people wrong, standing up and realizing how powerful you are.
And that you are able to do anything you set your mind to.
So if you are feeling like the world is trying to eat you up, then check out this song.
And know that you too have a fight inside of you.
That we all have negative thoughts.
But the real fighters are the underdogs.
The ones that surprise everyone when they come out on top.
I am a fighter.
You are a fighter.
WE are all fighters.
We all still have fight left in us.
So fight away my lovelies.
Monday, May 18, 2015
And baby now we've got bad blood
BAD BLOOD
Probably the hottest music video the lovely Taylor Swift has ever made!
So we all know I love and adore Taylor Swift and I wish I could be her pretty much every single day.
She is beautiful.
She is a feminist.
She is kind.
She is quirky.
She is tall. Were actually the same height!
She dresses so perfectly.
She is creative.
She is talented.
She is confident.
She has come so far from her Love Story days.
I loved her then and I love her today.
Our Song was my song for the longest time.
And then Love Story will always be reserved for the first guy I ever had a serious crush on.
Those of you that have known me for 7+ years you all know who this man is.
And we all know the obsession I had with this song.
We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together is reserved for the guy my junior year of high school.
On again and off again.
And I vividly remember my mom coming home one night and saying I should listen to this song because it reminded her of me.
Yep, having men troubles for 5+ years lovelies.
Mean is when I was having troubles getting along with people. I wasn't the nicest. But it told me to stand my ground still.
22 is for my summer I was a camp counselor.
Shake it off is for the weeks after my ex and I broke up.
The music video came out a few days before I left for my third year at the fort.
And I remember watching it as I packed.
Thinking, yeah I can do this. Shake it off and lets start this year!
Begin Again has been a staple song in my playlist for about 10 months.
And we all know how I love that song and how it speaks volumes to me and the pursuit for love.
And Bad Blood I cannot get enough of.
The music video hasn't even been on the web for a day and I've already listened to it probably a dozen times and I just so want to be in it.
I love all the strong female figures it has in it.
Damn that girl has a posse of powerful and beautiful friends.
And we all know its about her and Katy Perry and I despise Katy Perry.
And how Katy Perry just sabotaged her one night by taking all of her back up dancers.
And the entire video is the definition of FIERCE!
Damn I love Taylor Swift.
Coming from a straight girl I have a serious girl crush on Taylor and every female in that video.
I would HIGHLY recommend seeing it if you haven't yet.
Dear Taylor,
Just let me be you for a day.
Or adopt me.
Or just let me be in your fierce friend group.
Love Julia
Probably the hottest music video the lovely Taylor Swift has ever made!
So we all know I love and adore Taylor Swift and I wish I could be her pretty much every single day.
She is beautiful.
She is a feminist.
She is kind.
She is quirky.
She is tall. Were actually the same height!
She dresses so perfectly.
She is creative.
She is talented.
She is confident.
She has come so far from her Love Story days.
I loved her then and I love her today.
Our Song was my song for the longest time.
And then Love Story will always be reserved for the first guy I ever had a serious crush on.
Those of you that have known me for 7+ years you all know who this man is.
And we all know the obsession I had with this song.
We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together is reserved for the guy my junior year of high school.
On again and off again.
And I vividly remember my mom coming home one night and saying I should listen to this song because it reminded her of me.
Yep, having men troubles for 5+ years lovelies.
Mean is when I was having troubles getting along with people. I wasn't the nicest. But it told me to stand my ground still.
22 is for my summer I was a camp counselor.
Shake it off is for the weeks after my ex and I broke up.
The music video came out a few days before I left for my third year at the fort.
And I remember watching it as I packed.
Thinking, yeah I can do this. Shake it off and lets start this year!
Begin Again has been a staple song in my playlist for about 10 months.
And we all know how I love that song and how it speaks volumes to me and the pursuit for love.
And Bad Blood I cannot get enough of.
The music video hasn't even been on the web for a day and I've already listened to it probably a dozen times and I just so want to be in it.
I love all the strong female figures it has in it.
Damn that girl has a posse of powerful and beautiful friends.
And we all know its about her and Katy Perry and I despise Katy Perry.
And how Katy Perry just sabotaged her one night by taking all of her back up dancers.
And the entire video is the definition of FIERCE!
Damn I love Taylor Swift.
Coming from a straight girl I have a serious girl crush on Taylor and every female in that video.
I would HIGHLY recommend seeing it if you haven't yet.
Dear Taylor,
Just let me be you for a day.
Or adopt me.
Or just let me be in your fierce friend group.
Love Julia
Eating my way around Durango
So I think we all know, I love to eat.
Thank god i'm not allergic to anything and that I have a high metabolism.
I am not looking forward to the day when my metabolism slows, and I actually really have to worry about what I eat.
Because I love to eat.
Pretty much everything and anything I can get my hands on.
Especially new cuisine is my favorite.
Because I get bored easily.
Very easily.
So really if there is good food involved i'm there.
No questions asked.
So this year was my very first experience with the Taste of Durango.
Now I've heard really good things about this but I've never personally gone.
Plus it was the roommates first time so we of course had to go.
And it was amazing!
So there was a ton of people there and the crowds were just a hazard but the food was incredible.
Plus who doesn't love a good food street festival?
I could just walk down main and there were all of my favorite places to eat and places I wanted to try within a few blocks of each other.
Plus I got to see a bunch of my friends this summer that I haven't seen yet!
Sorry if you saw me and I didn't see you!
It was crazy crowded and my main goal was to not loose my tiny roommate.
At many times she held onto the strap of my purse or my arm so she wouldn't loose me.
Plus I wore this adorable romper and even though it got cold and rainy at the end, I still loved being cute and summery.
I had some sangria and jalapeno linguine, and a shepherds pie and some basil ginger limeade which was freaking delicious.
Ginger I believe is one of the most underrated flavors and this drink was extra gingery so I was so happy.
The roommate and Carter were not as pleased but I was overjoyed.
So long story short, if you have the chance to attend the taste of Durango any time in your life I would highly recommend attending because it is an absolute blast.
Just make sure to put on a bit of sunscreen because I got these embarrassing sun burn stripes on the tops of my shoulders.
Thank god i'm not allergic to anything and that I have a high metabolism.
I am not looking forward to the day when my metabolism slows, and I actually really have to worry about what I eat.
Because I love to eat.
Pretty much everything and anything I can get my hands on.
Especially new cuisine is my favorite.
Because I get bored easily.
Very easily.
So really if there is good food involved i'm there.
No questions asked.
So this year was my very first experience with the Taste of Durango.
Now I've heard really good things about this but I've never personally gone.
Plus it was the roommates first time so we of course had to go.
And it was amazing!
So there was a ton of people there and the crowds were just a hazard but the food was incredible.
Plus who doesn't love a good food street festival?
I could just walk down main and there were all of my favorite places to eat and places I wanted to try within a few blocks of each other.
Plus I got to see a bunch of my friends this summer that I haven't seen yet!
Sorry if you saw me and I didn't see you!
It was crazy crowded and my main goal was to not loose my tiny roommate.
At many times she held onto the strap of my purse or my arm so she wouldn't loose me.
Plus I wore this adorable romper and even though it got cold and rainy at the end, I still loved being cute and summery.
I had some sangria and jalapeno linguine, and a shepherds pie and some basil ginger limeade which was freaking delicious.
Ginger I believe is one of the most underrated flavors and this drink was extra gingery so I was so happy.
The roommate and Carter were not as pleased but I was overjoyed.
So long story short, if you have the chance to attend the taste of Durango any time in your life I would highly recommend attending because it is an absolute blast.
Just make sure to put on a bit of sunscreen because I got these embarrassing sun burn stripes on the tops of my shoulders.
And it decided to snow!
So I wake from my slumber early Saturday morning and what do I look outside to find??
A thin layer of snow has fallen.
What. The. Hell.
I am not OK with this.
As well all know, i'm waiting for the weather to actually realize that its summer and then I can go and get a bit of sun.
Because I am pasty white.
Like paste and I are pretty close in color.
Hello Aryan skin!
German, Swedish and English.
So I burn like nobodies business.
But its May!
This was on MAY 16TH!
Where is my sunshine??
The bikinis are starting to fight each other and want to get out and play by the river!
The shorts are tired of being not picked over the jeans.
I'm wearing pants, in May!
This is not OK.
But I guess the moisture is good.
But I just want like 85-90 degrees.
So I don't have to worry about bringing a jacket with me when I go out.
I want to worry about sunscreen, and being well hydrated, and actually having a bikini body.
So weather gods, here's the deal, get your act together or bad things will happen.
That is all.
Heed my warning.
A thin layer of snow has fallen.
What. The. Hell.
I am not OK with this.
As well all know, i'm waiting for the weather to actually realize that its summer and then I can go and get a bit of sun.
Because I am pasty white.
Like paste and I are pretty close in color.
Hello Aryan skin!
German, Swedish and English.
So I burn like nobodies business.
But its May!
This was on MAY 16TH!
Where is my sunshine??
The bikinis are starting to fight each other and want to get out and play by the river!
The shorts are tired of being not picked over the jeans.
I'm wearing pants, in May!
This is not OK.
But I guess the moisture is good.
But I just want like 85-90 degrees.
So I don't have to worry about bringing a jacket with me when I go out.
I want to worry about sunscreen, and being well hydrated, and actually having a bikini body.
So weather gods, here's the deal, get your act together or bad things will happen.
That is all.
Heed my warning.
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Getting pitch slapped
Yes I said that correctly.
Pitch slapped.
I saw pitch perfect 2. All by myself last night.
And it wasn't the end of the world.
I thought I wouldn't really like going to a movie by myself but it was actually OK.
My friend Lauren who is also an editor on the Indy LOVES going to the movies by herself.
She says its refreshing.
And actually it kind of is.
I think I just hate being alone but really when you are actually in the movie watching it its ok because you are all alone and no one is leaning over trying to kiss, talk or touch you.
So really the perks of being single are at a high in a movie theater when you actually want to watch a movie.
And you are just sitting there like "Yeah i'm a strong confident woman who is going to this movie all by herself. Do you have a problem with that?!?"
So I'd suggest you try it sometimes. Its actually quite empowering when you really think about it.
But I actually really enjoyed the last pitch perfect.
SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
So I love that Becca and whats his face are still together.
And that Benji finds love with awkward Emily!
And the Americans beat the German team.
But I love the Germans because they are just so ridiculous and tall and perfect.
Damn I love being German.
And Pentatonix is the Canadian team.
And at the end I just wanted to be blessed with a gorgeous voice.
Lets be honest, and you can check with the roommate, I cant sing really at all.
But I love the idea of a significant other serenading me.
But it was still as funny as ever and with even more music.
I love Rebel Wilson and that one new latina girl is hilarious.
Still fearless and hilarious and beautiful.
So at the end of the day I would highly recommend seeing Pitch Perfect 2.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Playing Nice
As a child my mom would always stress to the three of us to play nice.
Now if you know anything about my siblings and I, is that we didn't really do that.
Or well Owen didn't really do that.
Claire and I were better at playing nice with each other.
Owen just wanted to wrestle all the time.
I have really tried to do unto others and I would have them do unto me.
The last thing I ever want to be called is rude.
I really try not to be rude and to take the higher ground.
I'm extremely considerate when it comes to relationships.
I try not to hurt my ex's and I often give them the benefit of the doubt.
I also try to not seriously flirt with more than one person at a time.
If it doesn't work out with that person, then I take a few days and then move on.
I don't flirt all the often and not with that many people.
And most don't realize i'm actually flirting because I get super awkward when I flirt and when people flirt with me.
Its an awkward vicious cycle so lets just go with i'm not good at flirting in general.
I use different moves on different people.
I'm original.
And I don't flirt with the close friends.
If there's someone cute and then it doesn't work out, that entire close friend group is out too.
The last thing I want to be seen as is an easy girl that flirts with everything.
I'm a very calculated and precise person.
I do my research which sounds creepy but I like to be informed.
So when someone that has flirted with one of my best friends decided to pull the same moves on me.
And they don't realize that they are doing it.
That's when things get ugly.
I don't want to be one of your many girls.
I want to be the only girl.
So don't try to pull the same moves that you used and failed with on my friend, with me.
Just no.
I give people the courtesy of that I give them my full attention when I am with them.
It is not on someone else.
So I expect the same from the person I am with.
I halt all flirting with other parties no matter how minuscule whilst in a relationship or something more established.
I do that out of respect.
And then I give them time to breathe if it doesn't work out.
Before I get back out there.
To show what we had was something that mattered.
Here's a bit of advice to all dating individuals.
Be individual to each flirting experience.
Don't use the same jokes or tricks.
Just be yourself and you will attract what you like
Now if you know anything about my siblings and I, is that we didn't really do that.
Or well Owen didn't really do that.
Claire and I were better at playing nice with each other.
Owen just wanted to wrestle all the time.
I have really tried to do unto others and I would have them do unto me.
The last thing I ever want to be called is rude.
I really try not to be rude and to take the higher ground.
I'm extremely considerate when it comes to relationships.
I try not to hurt my ex's and I often give them the benefit of the doubt.
I also try to not seriously flirt with more than one person at a time.
If it doesn't work out with that person, then I take a few days and then move on.
I don't flirt all the often and not with that many people.
And most don't realize i'm actually flirting because I get super awkward when I flirt and when people flirt with me.
Its an awkward vicious cycle so lets just go with i'm not good at flirting in general.
I use different moves on different people.
I'm original.
And I don't flirt with the close friends.
If there's someone cute and then it doesn't work out, that entire close friend group is out too.
The last thing I want to be seen as is an easy girl that flirts with everything.
I'm a very calculated and precise person.
I do my research which sounds creepy but I like to be informed.
So when someone that has flirted with one of my best friends decided to pull the same moves on me.
And they don't realize that they are doing it.
That's when things get ugly.
I don't want to be one of your many girls.
I want to be the only girl.
So don't try to pull the same moves that you used and failed with on my friend, with me.
Just no.
I give people the courtesy of that I give them my full attention when I am with them.
It is not on someone else.
So I expect the same from the person I am with.
I halt all flirting with other parties no matter how minuscule whilst in a relationship or something more established.
I do that out of respect.
And then I give them time to breathe if it doesn't work out.
Before I get back out there.
To show what we had was something that mattered.
Here's a bit of advice to all dating individuals.
Be individual to each flirting experience.
Don't use the same jokes or tricks.
Just be yourself and you will attract what you like
On a Wednesday in a cafe...
So if you didn't know.
Begin Again by Taylor Swift is one of my all time favorite songs right now.
Or well most frequently listened to.
Some mornings that song is all I pretty much listen to.
And its been a part of my life for probably the last 10 months.
To begin again.
Start again on something new.
Freaking square one.
Which to many seems like a step in the wrong direction for your life.
Or it could be just the thing to start your life in the right direction.
To open up new doors.
To experience your power.
I think what really hit me about that song is the line
"I think its strange that you think i'm funny cause,
he never did,
I've been thinking the last 8 months,
thinking all life ever does
is break and burn and end.
but on a Wednesday in a cafe,
I watched it begin again"
The moment when you realize that you are allowed to fall in love again.
That you are ready to fall in love again.
That you find yourself falling again.
I've been fine these past almost 10 months being single.
Finding random bouts of companionship.
Maybe finding someone that has one of the magic things you missed out in your other relationship.
Finding someone special.
I cant say that I've found that magic spark yet.
Hell now that I look back i'm not sure if I was truly in love or if I was just convincing myself that what I was experiencing was love.
But I think something has turned inside of me.
A rumbling that has started to grow.
But I think this girl may be ready to finally just date.
I am young and I am ready for life to happen.
It doesn't have to be tomorrow or next week or even next year.
But i'm ready for whatever life decides to throw at me.
Also I went on a date with this lovely guy. You know that cute one that told me my cute high waisted shorts were cute and the one I texted that he was cute when I was a little tipsy?
Yeah that one.
Anyways maybe i'm getting so nostalgic and mushy is because it was a great date.
And even though nothing can come from this it was still good to just get back out and be reminded that there are nice people out there that like me too.
So thanks lovely guy for a great date.
Here's to more great dates this summer.
Begin Again by Taylor Swift is one of my all time favorite songs right now.
Or well most frequently listened to.
Some mornings that song is all I pretty much listen to.
And its been a part of my life for probably the last 10 months.
To begin again.
Start again on something new.
Freaking square one.
Which to many seems like a step in the wrong direction for your life.
Or it could be just the thing to start your life in the right direction.
To open up new doors.
To experience your power.
I think what really hit me about that song is the line
"I think its strange that you think i'm funny cause,
he never did,
I've been thinking the last 8 months,
thinking all life ever does
is break and burn and end.
but on a Wednesday in a cafe,
I watched it begin again"
The moment when you realize that you are allowed to fall in love again.
That you are ready to fall in love again.
That you find yourself falling again.
I've been fine these past almost 10 months being single.
Finding random bouts of companionship.
Maybe finding someone that has one of the magic things you missed out in your other relationship.
Finding someone special.
I cant say that I've found that magic spark yet.
Hell now that I look back i'm not sure if I was truly in love or if I was just convincing myself that what I was experiencing was love.
But I think something has turned inside of me.
A rumbling that has started to grow.
But I think this girl may be ready to finally just date.
I am young and I am ready for life to happen.
It doesn't have to be tomorrow or next week or even next year.
But i'm ready for whatever life decides to throw at me.
Also I went on a date with this lovely guy. You know that cute one that told me my cute high waisted shorts were cute and the one I texted that he was cute when I was a little tipsy?
Yeah that one.
Anyways maybe i'm getting so nostalgic and mushy is because it was a great date.
And even though nothing can come from this it was still good to just get back out and be reminded that there are nice people out there that like me too.
So thanks lovely guy for a great date.
Here's to more great dates this summer.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Arana Camella
For those of you that don't know what Arana Camella is, it means camel spider.
Yeah those lovely little creatures that get to massively scary sizes in the middle east.
Yeah those guys.
Well my friend KC, I haven't talked about her in a while because its just been crazy, that is one of her nicknames.
I'm Julia Gracia.
Shes Arana Camella.
It makes sense in our minds.
Well today just so happens to be her 21st birthday.
If you've ever met her you'll know that we are pretty much complete opposites.
I'm extremely girly and like make up and wearing dresses.
She goes more with her natural beauty, and enjoys wearing comfy clothing.
She can be a bit blunt and i'm a bit quieter.
Shes really good at Spanish and its a bit harder for me to grasp.
When it comes to men she can just go up to a guy and tell them straight up whether she likes them.
I could never do that.
I'm a planner and she is spontaneous.
So its a bit odd that we are actually friends.
But I think what works is that we can make each other laugh and I think the differences is what makes our friendship so good.
I wish I had the ovaries to just go up to a guy and tell them what I think of them.
She literally hunts for men. I just hope they have more confidence than I do to come up to me.
Maybe i'm just lazy and actually i'm just scared of what they will think of me.
I get attached and am more emotionally involved than I really should be,
She can cut all ties really quickly.
Shes also extremely athletic and we were going to the gym for a while together and then the semester just got too hard and with crazy schedules and not really wanting to go to the gym I didn't go as much.
But I wish I had more often.
But today is the day when this lovely crazy lady turns 21.
Currently she is living in a tent in Alaska.
And she is way far away from me!
But I love having Spanish with her.
All of our little jokes like Narcissos which means daffodils and it just means "change the subject because the person we were talking about just entered the room"
All the crazy nights we've had.
How she influenced me and made me realize how unhappy I was in a relationship and to take my life into my own hands.
She broke up with her boyfriend a few months before my ex and I broke up.
They go together around the same time that my ex and I did.
But she made me reevaluate my happiness.
Shes turned me from being the one that just waits for things to happen into more of the "huntress"
I currently would not consider myself to be a huntress but I am definitely a different person than I was a year ago.
A lot more confident and outgoing and much happier.
And part if that is because she has pushed me to be more.
So thanks girl for pushing me and believing me.
We may have our ups and downs but at the end of the day I am glad to have you as a friend.
So enjoy your crazy 21st.
Be safe and when you get back I pinky promise we will celebrate.
Don't drink too much tequila lovely!
Yeah those lovely little creatures that get to massively scary sizes in the middle east.
Yeah those guys.
Well my friend KC, I haven't talked about her in a while because its just been crazy, that is one of her nicknames.
I'm Julia Gracia.
Shes Arana Camella.
It makes sense in our minds.
Well today just so happens to be her 21st birthday.
If you've ever met her you'll know that we are pretty much complete opposites.
I'm extremely girly and like make up and wearing dresses.
She goes more with her natural beauty, and enjoys wearing comfy clothing.
She can be a bit blunt and i'm a bit quieter.
Shes really good at Spanish and its a bit harder for me to grasp.
When it comes to men she can just go up to a guy and tell them straight up whether she likes them.
I could never do that.
I'm a planner and she is spontaneous.
So its a bit odd that we are actually friends.
But I think what works is that we can make each other laugh and I think the differences is what makes our friendship so good.
I wish I had the ovaries to just go up to a guy and tell them what I think of them.
She literally hunts for men. I just hope they have more confidence than I do to come up to me.
Maybe i'm just lazy and actually i'm just scared of what they will think of me.
I get attached and am more emotionally involved than I really should be,
She can cut all ties really quickly.
Shes also extremely athletic and we were going to the gym for a while together and then the semester just got too hard and with crazy schedules and not really wanting to go to the gym I didn't go as much.
But I wish I had more often.
But today is the day when this lovely crazy lady turns 21.
Currently she is living in a tent in Alaska.
And she is way far away from me!
But I love having Spanish with her.
All of our little jokes like Narcissos which means daffodils and it just means "change the subject because the person we were talking about just entered the room"
All the crazy nights we've had.
How she influenced me and made me realize how unhappy I was in a relationship and to take my life into my own hands.
She broke up with her boyfriend a few months before my ex and I broke up.
They go together around the same time that my ex and I did.
But she made me reevaluate my happiness.
Shes turned me from being the one that just waits for things to happen into more of the "huntress"
I currently would not consider myself to be a huntress but I am definitely a different person than I was a year ago.
A lot more confident and outgoing and much happier.
And part if that is because she has pushed me to be more.
So thanks girl for pushing me and believing me.
We may have our ups and downs but at the end of the day I am glad to have you as a friend.
So enjoy your crazy 21st.
Be safe and when you get back I pinky promise we will celebrate.
Don't drink too much tequila lovely!
Monday, May 11, 2015
Ugly Face
So Owen started this thing while we were abroad over thanksgiving last year.
Whenever Claire or I would make a normal face he would in his typical mean older brother attitude would say "Ooo ugly face"
As if we were making an ugly face when in reality it was normal.
And then whenever we would make a scowl at him he would say "normal face"
So this became a really weird game for all of us.
I know we are odd.
So during the cruise he would call our room when we would be getting ready.
And he would just say "Ugly face".
And then hang up.
Seeing as he couldn't even see us at that time and Claire and especially yours truly are not very nice before 8 am.
So this did not bode well with us.
So that joke sort of died but it has been reincarnated just recently.
So last night I was over at Deanna and Carters and I get this text from my dad telling me to just call Owen and say "ugly face" and then hang up.
So I called him said only "ugly face" and then hung up.
Anything we can do to get back at Owen, who is pretty much the master of practical jokes, we do.
So we had a chance and we did it.
And then I called him today and did the same thing.
And then dad to tell him of my evil tricks,
He thought it was hilarious.
Thank goodness someone else has my same sense of humor.
Yep just another example on how odd my family can be.
But really is it all that much of a surprise that I came from this family?
Nope.
Its totally normal.
Whenever Claire or I would make a normal face he would in his typical mean older brother attitude would say "Ooo ugly face"
As if we were making an ugly face when in reality it was normal.
And then whenever we would make a scowl at him he would say "normal face"
So this became a really weird game for all of us.
I know we are odd.
So during the cruise he would call our room when we would be getting ready.
And he would just say "Ugly face".
And then hang up.
Seeing as he couldn't even see us at that time and Claire and especially yours truly are not very nice before 8 am.
So this did not bode well with us.
So that joke sort of died but it has been reincarnated just recently.
So last night I was over at Deanna and Carters and I get this text from my dad telling me to just call Owen and say "ugly face" and then hang up.
So I called him said only "ugly face" and then hung up.
Anything we can do to get back at Owen, who is pretty much the master of practical jokes, we do.
So we had a chance and we did it.
And then I called him today and did the same thing.
And then dad to tell him of my evil tricks,
He thought it was hilarious.
Thank goodness someone else has my same sense of humor.
Yep just another example on how odd my family can be.
But really is it all that much of a surprise that I came from this family?
Nope.
Its totally normal.
Strength
Women.
We are a confusing and beautiful gender.
But women and in particular mothers are some of the strongest people I know.
I am fortunate enough to be blessed with such a strong and gorgeous woman whom I like to call my mommy.
If you haven't read my blog that I wrote about how amazing she is for her birthday on March 21st.
You should definitely read it.
But I sometimes we forget how wonderful mothers really are.
I certainly wasn't the most lovable my first year and half of life and my parents still loved me.
But really raising three very different kids isn't easy.
Plenty of times we pushed the limits.
I am so sorry I was such a brat as a teenager.
So emotionally taxing when I was a preteen.
And mom just knew exactly what to do.
One day a friend wasn't being the nicest and you know what she did?
We went shopping.
Retail therapy.
Ate some ice-cream and we reevaluated my friend group.
She fit so many smell band kids for like 9 years.
Even when Melhorn thought it would be a good idea to bring back the white pants and outfit half the band in white pants and half in black.
Loving and caring for all three of us even though we may not always be together or when we were not all that lovable.
Shes pretty much super mom.
But shes not the only influential female in my life.
I have two lovely grandmothers.
A bunch of aunts and great aunts.
We are all just family.
And I love that I get to belong to the massive group of strong women that make up my family.
Those that have fought cancer.
Have gotten their doctorate and moved away and then back home to us.
Those that have shown us what it means to love.
I too want to be a mother some day.
Even though it may not be possible from my own doing but I want to love another being and be able to call them my son or daughter.
To pass on a family tradition.
To pass on a line.
To pass on a name.
To make a childhood similar to the one I was fortunate enough to have.
So I thank the women that have acted as my mother or are my mother or are the mother of my mother.
Thank you all so much and thank you for all your strength for raising not only me but so many others.
Thank you for loving me.
Thanks again Mom, you are the best.
We are a confusing and beautiful gender.
But women and in particular mothers are some of the strongest people I know.
I am fortunate enough to be blessed with such a strong and gorgeous woman whom I like to call my mommy.
If you haven't read my blog that I wrote about how amazing she is for her birthday on March 21st.
You should definitely read it.
But I sometimes we forget how wonderful mothers really are.
I certainly wasn't the most lovable my first year and half of life and my parents still loved me.
But really raising three very different kids isn't easy.
Plenty of times we pushed the limits.
I am so sorry I was such a brat as a teenager.
So emotionally taxing when I was a preteen.
And mom just knew exactly what to do.
One day a friend wasn't being the nicest and you know what she did?
We went shopping.
Retail therapy.
Ate some ice-cream and we reevaluated my friend group.
She fit so many smell band kids for like 9 years.
Even when Melhorn thought it would be a good idea to bring back the white pants and outfit half the band in white pants and half in black.
Loving and caring for all three of us even though we may not always be together or when we were not all that lovable.
Shes pretty much super mom.
But shes not the only influential female in my life.
I have two lovely grandmothers.
A bunch of aunts and great aunts.
We are all just family.
And I love that I get to belong to the massive group of strong women that make up my family.
Those that have fought cancer.
Have gotten their doctorate and moved away and then back home to us.
Those that have shown us what it means to love.
I too want to be a mother some day.
Even though it may not be possible from my own doing but I want to love another being and be able to call them my son or daughter.
To pass on a family tradition.
To pass on a line.
To pass on a name.
To make a childhood similar to the one I was fortunate enough to have.
So I thank the women that have acted as my mother or are my mother or are the mother of my mother.
Thank you all so much and thank you for all your strength for raising not only me but so many others.
Thank you for loving me.
Thanks again Mom, you are the best.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
MS MR and 3,020
So I have this friend named Carter.
You'll be hearing a lot about him and my friend Deanna this summer just FYI.
But anyways Carter has introduced me to a few new bands in the past few weeks and now I am completely obsessed.
Damn you Carter.
Well one of the new ones is MS MR which is this duo from New York.
And the girl at times literally sounds just like Florence from Florence and the Machine.
Its creepy and wonderful
But the main singer has this extremely sultry sexy voice and I must say even from a straight female she is damn fine.
I think Carter just fell in love with her voice and then with her. That's just my theory though.
One of my favorite songs is Salty Sweet.
It has a different sort of rhythm and is just all around out there.
One of my favorite lyrics is
We fear rejection, prize attention, crave affection
And I think that speaks volumes of the inner workings of the human race.
It concisely explains every human in a matter of 7 words.
If I could ever convey my point so clearly in that many words that would be a miracle.
We all fear rejection whether it be from a significant other or a career or just socially.
Most of us like attention and to be recognized.
And who doesn't like affection?
I mean really?
Some other favorites of mine are Hurricane, Bones, Fantasy and Think of You.
If you need a new group to check out I would highly suggest MS MR.
So freaking good.
Also on May 9th 2015 somewhere around 4:00 pm this blog hit 3,000 views.
And as of 7:10 today it was at 3,020 views.
Holy crap.
And its going world wide.
Slowly but surely.
I was so proud when it hit 1000 views and now its at 3000
Thanks to all those reading not only in the United States but also abroad!
Here's to more fun and crazy blogs about my weird life.
Love you all and thank you for reading!!
You'll be hearing a lot about him and my friend Deanna this summer just FYI.
But anyways Carter has introduced me to a few new bands in the past few weeks and now I am completely obsessed.
Damn you Carter.
Well one of the new ones is MS MR which is this duo from New York.
And the girl at times literally sounds just like Florence from Florence and the Machine.
Its creepy and wonderful
But the main singer has this extremely sultry sexy voice and I must say even from a straight female she is damn fine.
I think Carter just fell in love with her voice and then with her. That's just my theory though.
One of my favorite songs is Salty Sweet.
It has a different sort of rhythm and is just all around out there.
One of my favorite lyrics is
We fear rejection, prize attention, crave affection
And I think that speaks volumes of the inner workings of the human race.
It concisely explains every human in a matter of 7 words.
If I could ever convey my point so clearly in that many words that would be a miracle.
We all fear rejection whether it be from a significant other or a career or just socially.
Most of us like attention and to be recognized.
And who doesn't like affection?
I mean really?
Some other favorites of mine are Hurricane, Bones, Fantasy and Think of You.
If you need a new group to check out I would highly suggest MS MR.
So freaking good.
Also on May 9th 2015 somewhere around 4:00 pm this blog hit 3,000 views.
And as of 7:10 today it was at 3,020 views.
Holy crap.
And its going world wide.
Slowly but surely.
I was so proud when it hit 1000 views and now its at 3000
Thanks to all those reading not only in the United States but also abroad!
Here's to more fun and crazy blogs about my weird life.
Love you all and thank you for reading!!
Maybe, if I hang out in my bikini, the weather will get that it is supposed to be summer...
Sorry guys only the roommate has proof of me in a bikini.
If you want that you can go and bribe the roommate with good ice-cream.
Nothing spectacular let me just say.
OK yes I did do this.
But come on it hasn't been warm enough yet to go down to the river
And I just got a new navy sun hat and I am dying literally dying to go and use it with my navy and white polka dot ruffle bikini.
I also have this bad habit of going online and looking at bikinis that now go with the hat.
Plus they just so happen to be similar colors to that of the little mermaid as in an emerald green and an indigo one.
But i'm not getting them until I get a job.
And have some money saved.
Trying to adult over here.
But my mentality is that if I wear the clothing that is for warm weather maybe this rainy on and off weird weather that is happen will stop and we will get some freaking hot sunshine.
I've only gotten a slight sunburn this year thus far.
This is a problem.
Or well I just need to go outside when it is actually warm.
Instead of chilly.
The shorts and tank tops and sundresses and bikinis and flip flops are crying to be worn in public.
Come on weather.
I just want some warm weather.
Not this crazy hail snow rain stuff that keeps coming down.
And so I can wear shorts in freaking MAY and not have a lady come up and ask if my roommate and I are cold.
Colorado born here so i'm fine thank you very much.
We were in Walmart which is just bad, because the roommate needed to get some shampoo and other stuff to fade her now red hair.I tagged along because I was bored.
The people you meet at Walmart... Am I right?
So weather gods you have one more day of being rainy and weird and then I expect at least 75 degrees.
This girl wants to go hang out by the river or float down it in a bikini.
Maybe I should go do some crunches and squats.
Got to get bikini body ready.
Well i'm still going to blind people with my whiteness but still.
But come on weather it is summer!
If you want that you can go and bribe the roommate with good ice-cream.
Nothing spectacular let me just say.
OK yes I did do this.
But come on it hasn't been warm enough yet to go down to the river
And I just got a new navy sun hat and I am dying literally dying to go and use it with my navy and white polka dot ruffle bikini.
I also have this bad habit of going online and looking at bikinis that now go with the hat.
Plus they just so happen to be similar colors to that of the little mermaid as in an emerald green and an indigo one.
But i'm not getting them until I get a job.
And have some money saved.
Trying to adult over here.
But my mentality is that if I wear the clothing that is for warm weather maybe this rainy on and off weird weather that is happen will stop and we will get some freaking hot sunshine.
I've only gotten a slight sunburn this year thus far.
This is a problem.
Or well I just need to go outside when it is actually warm.
Instead of chilly.
The shorts and tank tops and sundresses and bikinis and flip flops are crying to be worn in public.
Come on weather.
I just want some warm weather.
Not this crazy hail snow rain stuff that keeps coming down.
And so I can wear shorts in freaking MAY and not have a lady come up and ask if my roommate and I are cold.
Colorado born here so i'm fine thank you very much.
We were in Walmart which is just bad, because the roommate needed to get some shampoo and other stuff to fade her now red hair.I tagged along because I was bored.
The people you meet at Walmart... Am I right?
So weather gods you have one more day of being rainy and weird and then I expect at least 75 degrees.
This girl wants to go hang out by the river or float down it in a bikini.
Maybe I should go do some crunches and squats.
Got to get bikini body ready.
Well i'm still going to blind people with my whiteness but still.
But come on weather it is summer!
I love Captain America more than you do
So Captain American.
Dear lord Chris Evans is pretty and Captain America is my favorite Avenger.
Admit it we all love the justice and good guy attitude.
Plus have you checked out his butt?
Yeah cute little man butt right there.
Pretty great I do have to say.
Or it could just be that i'm an old soul technically he is too because you know he was frozen for like 75 years.
And the whole soldier falls in love with a smart strong woman just kills me.
But yes Captain America is like my idea man.
Is that weird?
Yep it is.
But I just went and say the new Avengers Age of Ultron and it was EPIC!
I loved the other avengers movies and especially the Captain America movies.
But the entire ensemble was just perfect.
SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT YET!
Scarlett Johansen and Mark Ruffalo are just dynamic as a couple and their connection is just too perfect and unexpected. Because we all just sort of assume that Black Widow and Hawkeye have a thing but then we get a mind altering surprise.
Hawkeye has a freaking perfect little family and a wife that is just adorable.
Him as a father and husband is just too adorable.
I seriously thought they were going to kill him off because he had a family and it would be super dramatic which they didn't which I was so happy about.
Thank god.
I would have walked out of the movie theater if they had killed him off.
I was really sad about the fast guy of the twins being killed off but the twins I loved in general.
Elizabeth Olsen got into acting just like her older sisters!
If Black Widow and Peggy Carter had a baby I would so love to be her.
Badass and still a classy lady.
Actually if I could play either of those characters I would kill for that.
Lets be honest I would love to play Peggy Carter.
Have you seen Agent Carter yet??
You need to!
But overall I would give the movie a 5 out of 5.
GO AND SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T YET! IT IS AMAZING!!
Dear lord Chris Evans is pretty and Captain America is my favorite Avenger.
Admit it we all love the justice and good guy attitude.
Plus have you checked out his butt?
Yeah cute little man butt right there.
Pretty great I do have to say.
Or it could just be that i'm an old soul technically he is too because you know he was frozen for like 75 years.
And the whole soldier falls in love with a smart strong woman just kills me.
But yes Captain America is like my idea man.
Is that weird?
Yep it is.
But I just went and say the new Avengers Age of Ultron and it was EPIC!
I loved the other avengers movies and especially the Captain America movies.
But the entire ensemble was just perfect.
SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT YET!
Scarlett Johansen and Mark Ruffalo are just dynamic as a couple and their connection is just too perfect and unexpected. Because we all just sort of assume that Black Widow and Hawkeye have a thing but then we get a mind altering surprise.
Hawkeye has a freaking perfect little family and a wife that is just adorable.
Him as a father and husband is just too adorable.
I seriously thought they were going to kill him off because he had a family and it would be super dramatic which they didn't which I was so happy about.
Thank god.
I would have walked out of the movie theater if they had killed him off.
I was really sad about the fast guy of the twins being killed off but the twins I loved in general.
Elizabeth Olsen got into acting just like her older sisters!
If Black Widow and Peggy Carter had a baby I would so love to be her.
Badass and still a classy lady.
Actually if I could play either of those characters I would kill for that.
Lets be honest I would love to play Peggy Carter.
Have you seen Agent Carter yet??
You need to!
But overall I would give the movie a 5 out of 5.
GO AND SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T YET! IT IS AMAZING!!
I am not that girl
Have you ever heard the song Not That Girl that is in the musical wicked?
I'm sure you have you lying little turd.
We or at least most of the female population that were born between the years of 1985 to 2000 have heard this song and at one time or another had an obsession with wicked.
I did.
Like junior year of high school which was holy crap 4 years ago.
Damn i'm old.
But being "not that girl".
Trying to distance yourself from something you are not whether it be good or bad.
Well I just saw a video entitled I am not that girl, done by Buzzfeed.
Here it is if you want to watch.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfCjSo-Nklg
But its about not being the attractive one.
The graceful one.
The one that trips a lot.
The one that might be a little socially awkward.
Me in a nutshell.
My middle name is Grace but that does not mean I am graceful in the least.
I tend to talk too much and my mind thinks too fast for my mouth so sometimes I stutter.
But I have found acceptance and strength in not being the most eloquent.
It gives me personality.
People definitely know I am human and I think that makes me easier to approach because very few people are actually eloquent or smooth.
This video is also about accepting yourself.
For the fighters that may not have the best luck in relationships.
Those of us that have a harder time.
We are the ones with character.
And I'm glad to not be "that girl".
I like to give people something different.
I am unique.
I'm sure you have you lying little turd.
We or at least most of the female population that were born between the years of 1985 to 2000 have heard this song and at one time or another had an obsession with wicked.
I did.
Like junior year of high school which was holy crap 4 years ago.
Damn i'm old.
But being "not that girl".
Trying to distance yourself from something you are not whether it be good or bad.
Well I just saw a video entitled I am not that girl, done by Buzzfeed.
Here it is if you want to watch.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfCjSo-Nklg
But its about not being the attractive one.
The graceful one.
The one that trips a lot.
The one that might be a little socially awkward.
Me in a nutshell.
My middle name is Grace but that does not mean I am graceful in the least.
I tend to talk too much and my mind thinks too fast for my mouth so sometimes I stutter.
But I have found acceptance and strength in not being the most eloquent.
It gives me personality.
People definitely know I am human and I think that makes me easier to approach because very few people are actually eloquent or smooth.
This video is also about accepting yourself.
For the fighters that may not have the best luck in relationships.
Those of us that have a harder time.
We are the ones with character.
And I'm glad to not be "that girl".
I like to give people something different.
I am unique.
Lazy pants
We all have lazy pants.
Admit it you do.
Mine just so happen to be red flannel with white music notes on them.
Yes mom they are the pjs you made last year.
Those are my lazy pants.
It happens when you don't have anything to do but sit at home and work on stuff like a resume or getting a job and there's just this waiting period when everyone is going to "get back to you".
Why cant people be efficient and just look over a damn resume and then get back to me like within the week?
That would be nice and courteous.
That's just me and as we all know, I am not everyone.
But the wake up at 8 am because its too damn early even though not even 2 weeks ago it was sleeping in time.
Then go back to sleep until like 10ish.
Were going with ish because sometimes or well all the time, its a bit later.
I wake up and if i'm hungry I might roll my somehow and yet not too surprising growing caboose out of bed and walk to the kitchen.
Get out my waffle maker because really, who doesn't like waffles?
Owen would answer communists to that question.
Make 2-4.
Depending on the day and whether or not I felt like fully embracing my fat kid in gym class mentality.
Usually 4.
Don't judge.
Slather on some peanut butter and butter.
Chill on the couch with my chai until i'm done and then return to my pillowy fortress called my queen size bed with 10 pillows and only 2 that I actually use.
There are 4 tiny throw pillows.
2 massive square pillows.
and 2 regular tempurpedic pillows and 2 more of the same size decorative pillows.
6 are usually on the floor but i'm trying to a adult now so I make my bed.
And then Netflix and the usual errand consume the rest of my day.
If an errand arises I debate on whether or not to take a shower.
I do because I hate and I fear being the smelly kid.
Take a shower put on some haphazard make up and walk out the door.
Yep I live a glamorous life in my lazy pants
Admit it you do.
Mine just so happen to be red flannel with white music notes on them.
Yes mom they are the pjs you made last year.
Those are my lazy pants.
It happens when you don't have anything to do but sit at home and work on stuff like a resume or getting a job and there's just this waiting period when everyone is going to "get back to you".
Why cant people be efficient and just look over a damn resume and then get back to me like within the week?
That would be nice and courteous.
That's just me and as we all know, I am not everyone.
But the wake up at 8 am because its too damn early even though not even 2 weeks ago it was sleeping in time.
Then go back to sleep until like 10ish.
Were going with ish because sometimes or well all the time, its a bit later.
I wake up and if i'm hungry I might roll my somehow and yet not too surprising growing caboose out of bed and walk to the kitchen.
Get out my waffle maker because really, who doesn't like waffles?
Owen would answer communists to that question.
Make 2-4.
Depending on the day and whether or not I felt like fully embracing my fat kid in gym class mentality.
Usually 4.
Don't judge.
Slather on some peanut butter and butter.
Chill on the couch with my chai until i'm done and then return to my pillowy fortress called my queen size bed with 10 pillows and only 2 that I actually use.
There are 4 tiny throw pillows.
2 massive square pillows.
and 2 regular tempurpedic pillows and 2 more of the same size decorative pillows.
6 are usually on the floor but i'm trying to a adult now so I make my bed.
And then Netflix and the usual errand consume the rest of my day.
If an errand arises I debate on whether or not to take a shower.
I do because I hate and I fear being the smelly kid.
Take a shower put on some haphazard make up and walk out the door.
Yep I live a glamorous life in my lazy pants
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Fix you
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
I have a bad tendency to try to fix people that cannot be fixed.
I try my best but really only that person can ever fix themselves.
I cant do it which just kills me
I always want to make others pain less.
Help in any way that I can.
But I don't know if the world quite realizes that even the fixer needs to be fixed sometimes.
I need love and affection.
Physical touch is one of the things I miss most about being in a relationship.
The feeling of having someone there.
I also have a bad tendency to fall too hard and fast for people.
I feel like I don't want to pass up any opportunity so I tend to fall too hard for people that have the smallest sliver of liking me.
I think its because for a while I wasn't sure if I deserved love.
With the whole heart condition thing it gives you a different sort of perspective on life and mortality.
Like I thought that I didn't want to start anything serious or get too attached because I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me.
So I should be perfectly fine guys but when you have an overactive imagination and you tend to over think every minuscule detail and have a bad habit of going on Web MD to look at your condition, you tend to get a different and a bit more crazed mentality about life and love.
So i'm good mostly physically.
Its just the mental that gets out of control.
So I tend to fall for those that like me or I make myself like them.
I want to be there for someone else so much that I often forget about myself.
How I feel towards another person.
And right now all the men are running for the hills because I have just sabotaged any chance of a relationship because I have let you into my crazy world.
I tend to do that.
I test a person to see if they can stand my crazy and then I proceed.
Its like a fail safe.
If they fail the test usually after I let them in either it works or it ends in the next week or two.
I eat some ice cream and get over it mostly.
Try to learn from the last.
That way I know who is worth it and I don't waste that much time.
Being able to handle me is a test.
The scar and story is a test.
If they get far enough the family is a test.
But I forget that I need to be fixed sometimes.
That I need to find someone who is as committed to helping me and loving me as I am to them.
I think what I do is I treat a person how I would like to be treated in a relationship.
Which doesn't end well usually because I come on too strong.
I'm not saying that I need a serious relationship by any means any time soon.
But maybe someone who likes me more would be nice.
OK universe.
I don't need a perfect man.
I don't need a prince any time soon.
Just sometime in the future I need someone who loves all of me.
All the scars.
All the quirks
All of me.
Be able to quiet my mind that moves too fast.
He doesn't need to be perfect and hell he doesn't have to come for a couple of years, but I'd like just someone who likes me as much as I like them.
Equality in a relationship.
That's what i'm going to strive for.
Any maybe some day the scars wont be so scary and my wild mind will be quieted.
Some day that will happen.
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
I have a bad tendency to try to fix people that cannot be fixed.
I try my best but really only that person can ever fix themselves.
I cant do it which just kills me
I always want to make others pain less.
Help in any way that I can.
But I don't know if the world quite realizes that even the fixer needs to be fixed sometimes.
I need love and affection.
Physical touch is one of the things I miss most about being in a relationship.
The feeling of having someone there.
I also have a bad tendency to fall too hard and fast for people.
I feel like I don't want to pass up any opportunity so I tend to fall too hard for people that have the smallest sliver of liking me.
I think its because for a while I wasn't sure if I deserved love.
With the whole heart condition thing it gives you a different sort of perspective on life and mortality.
Like I thought that I didn't want to start anything serious or get too attached because I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me.
So I should be perfectly fine guys but when you have an overactive imagination and you tend to over think every minuscule detail and have a bad habit of going on Web MD to look at your condition, you tend to get a different and a bit more crazed mentality about life and love.
So i'm good mostly physically.
Its just the mental that gets out of control.
So I tend to fall for those that like me or I make myself like them.
I want to be there for someone else so much that I often forget about myself.
How I feel towards another person.
And right now all the men are running for the hills because I have just sabotaged any chance of a relationship because I have let you into my crazy world.
I tend to do that.
I test a person to see if they can stand my crazy and then I proceed.
Its like a fail safe.
If they fail the test usually after I let them in either it works or it ends in the next week or two.
I eat some ice cream and get over it mostly.
Try to learn from the last.
That way I know who is worth it and I don't waste that much time.
Being able to handle me is a test.
The scar and story is a test.
If they get far enough the family is a test.
But I forget that I need to be fixed sometimes.
That I need to find someone who is as committed to helping me and loving me as I am to them.
I think what I do is I treat a person how I would like to be treated in a relationship.
Which doesn't end well usually because I come on too strong.
I'm not saying that I need a serious relationship by any means any time soon.
But maybe someone who likes me more would be nice.
OK universe.
I don't need a perfect man.
I don't need a prince any time soon.
Just sometime in the future I need someone who loves all of me.
All the scars.
All the quirks
All of me.
Be able to quiet my mind that moves too fast.
He doesn't need to be perfect and hell he doesn't have to come for a couple of years, but I'd like just someone who likes me as much as I like them.
Equality in a relationship.
That's what i'm going to strive for.
Any maybe some day the scars wont be so scary and my wild mind will be quieted.
Some day that will happen.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Yes sir, it is too much to ask for my number
Creepy men at bars.
Am I right ladies or what?
Don't worry mom I never go out alone and I always stay in a group and I am extremely safe.
I've had a few instances.
I know how to handle myself and most of the time when we go out I only have one drink like a glass of wine early in the night.
Or i'm the DD completely.
I hardly ever get drunk.
So Saturday I went to a grad party and I may have had a margarita or two and I was a bit tipsy.
Mom can vouch because I called her and she could tell right away.
Deanna drove me home. It was OK.
But that night because I had already done some drinking that day I decided to not drink when we went out.
It was graduation night and it was going to be fun.
So there I am in sitting in the corner booth by the window of the ranch with two of my good girl friends who are drinking and I have a glass of water.
Totally fine with this entire situation.
We move around a little bit. Dance a little.
We have fun.
Well we sit down in a booth and then these middle age men come and sit down too.
Now we are used to being hit on tonight.
We've had a couple of guys offer to buy us drinks.
I always deny them and usually the guys are around my age.
Maybe a little older.
But the men that sat down were legitimately 40 years old. Maybe late thirties.
Well they start talking to us and by that point my other two girl friends are too drunk to really have the type of conversations they want.
I can hardly hear what they are saying.
And i'm trying to be polite but really its like 2 balding men that are flirting with me.
Ask how old I am and I lie of course.
Well one of my friends needs to pee and its an unspoken rule that when you go out with a group of girls you never leave anyone alone and you all pee together.
You also watch all of your friends drinks.
And never let anyone else touch your drink.
So this was my chance to escape.
Thank god.
But as i'm standing up to leave and squeeze past this guy he asks "Would it be too much to ask for your number?"
And I reply with "I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend"- we all know that is totally fake
And he replies "OK I respect that"
And I say thanks and slip away.
Thankful I got away from the creep.
But am I the only one that would think that a girl like me would never give my number to a guy closer to my fathers age than my own?
Is that weird?
And I wasn't flirting at all.
Yeah men at bars.
Stop being so creepy.
Am I right ladies or what?
Don't worry mom I never go out alone and I always stay in a group and I am extremely safe.
I've had a few instances.
I know how to handle myself and most of the time when we go out I only have one drink like a glass of wine early in the night.
Or i'm the DD completely.
I hardly ever get drunk.
So Saturday I went to a grad party and I may have had a margarita or two and I was a bit tipsy.
Mom can vouch because I called her and she could tell right away.
Deanna drove me home. It was OK.
But that night because I had already done some drinking that day I decided to not drink when we went out.
It was graduation night and it was going to be fun.
So there I am in sitting in the corner booth by the window of the ranch with two of my good girl friends who are drinking and I have a glass of water.
Totally fine with this entire situation.
We move around a little bit. Dance a little.
We have fun.
Well we sit down in a booth and then these middle age men come and sit down too.
Now we are used to being hit on tonight.
We've had a couple of guys offer to buy us drinks.
I always deny them and usually the guys are around my age.
Maybe a little older.
But the men that sat down were legitimately 40 years old. Maybe late thirties.
Well they start talking to us and by that point my other two girl friends are too drunk to really have the type of conversations they want.
I can hardly hear what they are saying.
And i'm trying to be polite but really its like 2 balding men that are flirting with me.
Ask how old I am and I lie of course.
Well one of my friends needs to pee and its an unspoken rule that when you go out with a group of girls you never leave anyone alone and you all pee together.
You also watch all of your friends drinks.
And never let anyone else touch your drink.
So this was my chance to escape.
Thank god.
But as i'm standing up to leave and squeeze past this guy he asks "Would it be too much to ask for your number?"
And I reply with "I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend"- we all know that is totally fake
And he replies "OK I respect that"
And I say thanks and slip away.
Thankful I got away from the creep.
But am I the only one that would think that a girl like me would never give my number to a guy closer to my fathers age than my own?
Is that weird?
And I wasn't flirting at all.
Yeah men at bars.
Stop being so creepy.
Graduarse
Graduation.
I cannot believe that in a little over a year I will be graduating from Fort Lewis College.
It seems like just yesterday I was graduating from high school.
And a little before that I was just starting elementary school.
I told the bassoon babies that I wouldn't be with them at graduation next year and that they were going to miss me.
And Andy just replies well now we'll be in tune.
I hit him.
I don't think that boy has quite learned what it means to be eloquent.
Or how to speak with out being hit sometimes.
But hes working on it.
I know Steven will miss me.
Miss looking at me.
But we are friends too and even though hes asked me where to get shrooms and just so we are all clear I have no idea where, we are still really odd friends.
I think because all three of us are opposites but Steven and I are the most opposite that a relationship works.
Sometimes I just need someone who is super chill to talk to in band when all I hear is the dumb flutes talking and Andy making dumb fart noises.
But to graduate again.
With a legitimate degree.
With something that I can take and go on to an even higher education.
Each year reminds me how lucky I am to live and be able to go to school here.
To have an education.
That I had to endurance and the tenacity to stay in and earn the grades needed.
3.43 cumulative GPA baby!
That those that doubted my abilities and my intelligence no longer are here anymore in my life.
I proved them wrong.
I was smart enough and look where I am now.
On the freaking deans list and where are they? Not with me.
So in a year I will be graduating on time with a degree in English Communications with a Spanish minor.
And I can just feel that I will go places.
Because I may not test well.
I may not learn material that fast.
But I can go the distance.
And that is more than what they ever thought I could do.
I cannot believe that in a little over a year I will be graduating from Fort Lewis College.
It seems like just yesterday I was graduating from high school.
And a little before that I was just starting elementary school.
I told the bassoon babies that I wouldn't be with them at graduation next year and that they were going to miss me.
And Andy just replies well now we'll be in tune.
I hit him.
I don't think that boy has quite learned what it means to be eloquent.
Or how to speak with out being hit sometimes.
But hes working on it.
I know Steven will miss me.
Miss looking at me.
But we are friends too and even though hes asked me where to get shrooms and just so we are all clear I have no idea where, we are still really odd friends.
I think because all three of us are opposites but Steven and I are the most opposite that a relationship works.
Sometimes I just need someone who is super chill to talk to in band when all I hear is the dumb flutes talking and Andy making dumb fart noises.
But to graduate again.
With a legitimate degree.
With something that I can take and go on to an even higher education.
Each year reminds me how lucky I am to live and be able to go to school here.
To have an education.
That I had to endurance and the tenacity to stay in and earn the grades needed.
3.43 cumulative GPA baby!
That those that doubted my abilities and my intelligence no longer are here anymore in my life.
I proved them wrong.
I was smart enough and look where I am now.
On the freaking deans list and where are they? Not with me.
So in a year I will be graduating on time with a degree in English Communications with a Spanish minor.
And I can just feel that I will go places.
Because I may not test well.
I may not learn material that fast.
But I can go the distance.
And that is more than what they ever thought I could do.
Moving out, in and on
Moving.
Always progressing.
Changing.
Moving out.
Moving in.
Moving on.
Some of the most stressful times are when you are moving.
Just think of when you were first learning to be mobile.
That was frustrating.
This week I had two dear friends Deanna and Carter that moved in to an apartment together.
Just warning you now, these guys are two of my best friends and now that they are living together i'll probably be spending excessive amounts of time with them which means you'll be hearing a lot about them.
But the end of the year means so many are moving away and moving into a new part of their lives.
College has to end even though there are those souls that somehow stay in college forever with out actually learning a degree.
But moving away from something that has turned me into the woman I am today.
The town that has formed me from an awkward teenage girl into a confident woman seems cruel to be doing.
Like in a year i'll be leaving behind a friend.
Or multiple friends.
But I was watching the show Orange is the new Black and there's a lyric in the opening song that says
taking steps is easy, standing still is hard.
Which I kind of relate to.
Staying is hard to do.
I am a person that considers herself able to take on change.
Or at least I hope so.
So if you are moving out soon, have moved on from a relationship, or are moving on to something greater, I wish you good luck.
Take the steps necessary.
Change is good
Always progressing.
Changing.
Moving out.
Moving in.
Moving on.
Some of the most stressful times are when you are moving.
Just think of when you were first learning to be mobile.
That was frustrating.
This week I had two dear friends Deanna and Carter that moved in to an apartment together.
Just warning you now, these guys are two of my best friends and now that they are living together i'll probably be spending excessive amounts of time with them which means you'll be hearing a lot about them.
But the end of the year means so many are moving away and moving into a new part of their lives.
College has to end even though there are those souls that somehow stay in college forever with out actually learning a degree.
But moving away from something that has turned me into the woman I am today.
The town that has formed me from an awkward teenage girl into a confident woman seems cruel to be doing.
Like in a year i'll be leaving behind a friend.
Or multiple friends.
But I was watching the show Orange is the new Black and there's a lyric in the opening song that says
taking steps is easy, standing still is hard.
Which I kind of relate to.
Staying is hard to do.
I am a person that considers herself able to take on change.
Or at least I hope so.
So if you are moving out soon, have moved on from a relationship, or are moving on to something greater, I wish you good luck.
Take the steps necessary.
Change is good
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Note to Self: Don't let the crazy lady in
So I have this bad habit of helping those that are less fortunate than I am.
I was just raised to always be helpful and to do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
So when a poor soul shows up on my doorstep I try to help as much as possible.
Well now I know that I have to be careful when letting the crazy people in.
NOW AS A DISCLAIMER.
She seemed normal.
She seemed like a poor soul.
The roommate was home too so it was OK.
Its really hard for me to say no to poor souls.
So here I am one afternoon minding my own business.
The roommate I thought might be having a friend over.
So when I hear a knock I say "is that you?"
The person at the door replies "no its Linda".
Now our landlords name is Linda so I open the door to this middle age woman who obviously looks like she hasn't seen a shower in a few days.
Poor soul if I've ever seen one.
She starts explaining to me that her power was shut off and she nearly froze last night and she just needs to charge her phone really quick if I wouldn't mind letting her in.
So I do.
Big mistake.
She seemed harmless.
Well what i thought would be like 10-15 minutes turns into an hour and a half.
Turns out she needs to charge her phone to call her case worker.
And then she calls La Plata Electric and bitches them out for turning off her electricity.
And something about being burned by crack or there's some chemical that she got burned by and whenever she gets around it her burns bleed. Which is just crazy in itself.
And apparently she has some sort of mental disability so she cant work.
Sometimes she just goes on this rant and she explains later that her mind just turns off sometimes and she doesn't know what she is saying.
And she is just crazy.
And I am over my head.
So I cant really kick her out.
And then the roommate has to leave so we devise that we are just going to say that we need to leave soon and she'll leave.
She didn't seem dangerous at first and after all of this I wasn't too sure.
That works thank goodness but it was just a bizarre experience.
She leaves and after we lock the door and thank god that its over.
But moral of the story.
Even the pathetic looking poor souls can be crazy.
I was just raised to always be helpful and to do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
So when a poor soul shows up on my doorstep I try to help as much as possible.
Well now I know that I have to be careful when letting the crazy people in.
NOW AS A DISCLAIMER.
She seemed normal.
She seemed like a poor soul.
The roommate was home too so it was OK.
Its really hard for me to say no to poor souls.
So here I am one afternoon minding my own business.
The roommate I thought might be having a friend over.
So when I hear a knock I say "is that you?"
The person at the door replies "no its Linda".
Now our landlords name is Linda so I open the door to this middle age woman who obviously looks like she hasn't seen a shower in a few days.
Poor soul if I've ever seen one.
She starts explaining to me that her power was shut off and she nearly froze last night and she just needs to charge her phone really quick if I wouldn't mind letting her in.
So I do.
Big mistake.
She seemed harmless.
Well what i thought would be like 10-15 minutes turns into an hour and a half.
Turns out she needs to charge her phone to call her case worker.
And then she calls La Plata Electric and bitches them out for turning off her electricity.
And something about being burned by crack or there's some chemical that she got burned by and whenever she gets around it her burns bleed. Which is just crazy in itself.
And apparently she has some sort of mental disability so she cant work.
Sometimes she just goes on this rant and she explains later that her mind just turns off sometimes and she doesn't know what she is saying.
And she is just crazy.
And I am over my head.
So I cant really kick her out.
And then the roommate has to leave so we devise that we are just going to say that we need to leave soon and she'll leave.
She didn't seem dangerous at first and after all of this I wasn't too sure.
That works thank goodness but it was just a bizarre experience.
She leaves and after we lock the door and thank god that its over.
But moral of the story.
Even the pathetic looking poor souls can be crazy.
Our Survivor Story
So if you didn't know, my beautiful mom is a cancer survivor.
And cancer doesn't just hit one person, it hits everyone around them. Everyone that loves them. Its a community that is affected. So she didn't just survive. We all did.
On August 8th, 2012 I was sitting in my room probably around 1:30 in the afternoon and my mom comes in with tears in her eyes and tells me she has breast cancer.
My entire body just dropped. Not just my stomach but it felt like my entire body dropped.
I had no idea what to do and the next few days are a whirlwind of tears and a roller coaster of emotions.
I remember I went to scrumptious and got my mom a massive bag of juicy pear jellybellys which are her favorite.
Those days were some of the darkest I've ever had.
So many different phases of emotions.
Anger.
Sadness.
Pity.
Bargaining with God.
A lot of anger and crying.
I left exactly 2 weeks after around noon. Around 9 am that morning my mom had gotten a biopsy so suffice to say moving me in and riding in the car for 6 plus hours was not ideal for anyone involved.
Those first few weeks of class were awful.
New people and adjusting to being away from home.
Worrying about mom and when they dropped me off we didn't even know what stage cancer she had.
We had some sort of plan but I had no idea what to expect to hear from home.
But I tried to support them as much as I could from 6 hours away.
I found a great guy and even though it didn't work out with us he was there for me through it all. Thank you Grant.
He kept me sane through all the stress and transitions.
My very first band concert they came down to visit and this was the first time seeing my mom bald in person.
I was so proud to have her there with her little red hat.
So many ranges of emotions came out that semester. And I didn't make many friends because it felt like my thoughts were just consumed with her and I felt like I couldn't really let anyone in because my story was too intense and you don't want to lay that all out on a new friendship.
But I did make a few friends.
But my band teacher Dr. Walters knew about the whole thing and would always check up on me and see how I was doing. I am immensely thankful I found another educator that cared so much for his students. And I cant tell you how many times I was a ball of tears in his office.
Thank god for Walters.
It was hard to focus on trivial things like making friends when my mind was all encompassed with my moms fight.
I skyped them after her first chemo and she was just drained like i've never seen.
She is so important in our family. We knew mom was feeling ok when she would cook. And she had to give that up. She had to give up feeding her family and let that responsibility fall to our family and community
I think that was hardest out of anything else.
Was to admit that we were not OK.
That we needed help.
Our family is known for being the go-getters, the ones that made something happen.
Now we had to ask for help.
That was the hardest. Admitting you are not OK.
I've only see my dad choke up once, at that was at church, the Sunday after my mom had her last chemo.
I never thought I would ever see that.
Dad is the rock.
Mom is the glue.
But on January 31st 2013, 2 days after my brothers 21st birthday, my mom had a double mastectomy with reconstruction.
She did not feel well but she made it through.
We all made it through.
That week was extremely stressful and I was just waiting around to see how mom did in surgery.
She did beautifully and for weeks after she had to sleep with a wedge like pillow because for the reconstruction they used skin from her stomach so her stomach was super tight.
But when I came home for spring break she was getting her hair back and she was a completely different woman.
Good different.
Stronger and I knew we had weathered the storm and had come out stronger than before.
You never know how much someone means to you until there's a chance they may be taken from you.
That year we learned how much family and community means to us.
That you can never replace a single person in your life.
We weathered the storm and even though it was some of the hardest most stressful months of my life, that next year when our family had our survivor party, I knew we could go through anything now.
Life is full of plenty of challenges and even though it was the worst time, it changed us all for the better.
Her battle scars show how much of a fighter she is.
I'm glad that I have battle scars too.
They are just scars and they have a great story to go along with them.
They say that you were stronger than what was trying to kill you.
So go hug all the survivors in your life.
Tell them how much they mean to you.
Go tell your family, friends, and beloved communications professors how much they have impacted your life.
You are so much stronger than you believe.
Remember that.
And cancer doesn't just hit one person, it hits everyone around them. Everyone that loves them. Its a community that is affected. So she didn't just survive. We all did.
On August 8th, 2012 I was sitting in my room probably around 1:30 in the afternoon and my mom comes in with tears in her eyes and tells me she has breast cancer.
My entire body just dropped. Not just my stomach but it felt like my entire body dropped.
I had no idea what to do and the next few days are a whirlwind of tears and a roller coaster of emotions.
I remember I went to scrumptious and got my mom a massive bag of juicy pear jellybellys which are her favorite.
Those days were some of the darkest I've ever had.
So many different phases of emotions.
Anger.
Sadness.
Pity.
Bargaining with God.
A lot of anger and crying.
I left exactly 2 weeks after around noon. Around 9 am that morning my mom had gotten a biopsy so suffice to say moving me in and riding in the car for 6 plus hours was not ideal for anyone involved.
Those first few weeks of class were awful.
New people and adjusting to being away from home.
Worrying about mom and when they dropped me off we didn't even know what stage cancer she had.
We had some sort of plan but I had no idea what to expect to hear from home.
But I tried to support them as much as I could from 6 hours away.
I found a great guy and even though it didn't work out with us he was there for me through it all. Thank you Grant.
He kept me sane through all the stress and transitions.
My very first band concert they came down to visit and this was the first time seeing my mom bald in person.
I was so proud to have her there with her little red hat.
So many ranges of emotions came out that semester. And I didn't make many friends because it felt like my thoughts were just consumed with her and I felt like I couldn't really let anyone in because my story was too intense and you don't want to lay that all out on a new friendship.
But I did make a few friends.
But my band teacher Dr. Walters knew about the whole thing and would always check up on me and see how I was doing. I am immensely thankful I found another educator that cared so much for his students. And I cant tell you how many times I was a ball of tears in his office.
Thank god for Walters.
It was hard to focus on trivial things like making friends when my mind was all encompassed with my moms fight.
I skyped them after her first chemo and she was just drained like i've never seen.
She is so important in our family. We knew mom was feeling ok when she would cook. And she had to give that up. She had to give up feeding her family and let that responsibility fall to our family and community
I think that was hardest out of anything else.
Was to admit that we were not OK.
That we needed help.
Our family is known for being the go-getters, the ones that made something happen.
Now we had to ask for help.
That was the hardest. Admitting you are not OK.
I've only see my dad choke up once, at that was at church, the Sunday after my mom had her last chemo.
I never thought I would ever see that.
Dad is the rock.
Mom is the glue.
But on January 31st 2013, 2 days after my brothers 21st birthday, my mom had a double mastectomy with reconstruction.
She did not feel well but she made it through.
We all made it through.
That week was extremely stressful and I was just waiting around to see how mom did in surgery.
She did beautifully and for weeks after she had to sleep with a wedge like pillow because for the reconstruction they used skin from her stomach so her stomach was super tight.
But when I came home for spring break she was getting her hair back and she was a completely different woman.
Good different.
Stronger and I knew we had weathered the storm and had come out stronger than before.
You never know how much someone means to you until there's a chance they may be taken from you.
That year we learned how much family and community means to us.
That you can never replace a single person in your life.
We weathered the storm and even though it was some of the hardest most stressful months of my life, that next year when our family had our survivor party, I knew we could go through anything now.
Life is full of plenty of challenges and even though it was the worst time, it changed us all for the better.
Her battle scars show how much of a fighter she is.
I'm glad that I have battle scars too.
They are just scars and they have a great story to go along with them.
They say that you were stronger than what was trying to kill you.
So go hug all the survivors in your life.
Tell them how much they mean to you.
Go tell your family, friends, and beloved communications professors how much they have impacted your life.
You are so much stronger than you believe.
Remember that.
Monday, May 4, 2015
Bingo Night with the best
So Sundays are reserved for game of thrones and if were not too busy tuesdays at falcs its bingo.
Don't worry mom i'm not out late and I always have all my homework done and i'm usually home by like 11.
So were good.
And I have a single glass of white wine and play some bingo, catch up with the friends.
I usually loose and then we go home.
Pretty chill night.
Plus who doesn't like bingo with a lot of hammered people.
So its been a bit of a tradition since now there's quite a few of us that are of age and plus at falcs you can just sneak in if you are underage and play.
They only ID if you are getting a drink.
So its pretty ok.
But this particular night was special because the next week most of us would be gone.
Catherine and Mike are in the group and both would be away so we had to go out and celebrate.
It was a pretty uneventful night but just having a group of people that has a preset idea that you all are going to hang out that weekend is great.
Love them all.
Plus when Deanna finally turns 21 Carter and I can officially go out with her and go to all the bars instead of a select few.
YAY for summer fun.
Don't worry mom i'm not out late and I always have all my homework done and i'm usually home by like 11.
So were good.
And I have a single glass of white wine and play some bingo, catch up with the friends.
I usually loose and then we go home.
Pretty chill night.
Plus who doesn't like bingo with a lot of hammered people.
So its been a bit of a tradition since now there's quite a few of us that are of age and plus at falcs you can just sneak in if you are underage and play.
They only ID if you are getting a drink.
So its pretty ok.
But this particular night was special because the next week most of us would be gone.
Catherine and Mike are in the group and both would be away so we had to go out and celebrate.
It was a pretty uneventful night but just having a group of people that has a preset idea that you all are going to hang out that weekend is great.
Love them all.
Plus when Deanna finally turns 21 Carter and I can officially go out with her and go to all the bars instead of a select few.
YAY for summer fun.
Slightly adulting
So Monday was devoted to finishing up loose ends.
Even though that wasn't really accomplished.
Hanna and I attempted to get a full throttle on what to do with the graphics for the special issue.
My favorite thing in the world is having a list of graphics for RSO's that didnt get back to us or photographers were sometimes not as persistent as we needed them to be.
So we are left with graphics.
And seeing as Hanna and I are pretty much the only ones on staff that know how to use Adobe Illustrator adequately it fell to us.
Sorry this is a bit of a rant.
But sometimes i'm cranky so don't take it personally.
It happens. I am very much a typical emotional human.
But yes we were tackling the full extent of our work.
And then I went to go drop off a resume at jean pierre which is the French French Bakery.
They really want to get it through your head that they are french.
Nope they are definitely Swiss.
But I got a handle on the graphics and turned in a resume.
Set up an interview slot and went home.
Yep lazy Julia has set in.
Even though that wasn't really accomplished.
Hanna and I attempted to get a full throttle on what to do with the graphics for the special issue.
My favorite thing in the world is having a list of graphics for RSO's that didnt get back to us or photographers were sometimes not as persistent as we needed them to be.
So we are left with graphics.
And seeing as Hanna and I are pretty much the only ones on staff that know how to use Adobe Illustrator adequately it fell to us.
Sorry this is a bit of a rant.
But sometimes i'm cranky so don't take it personally.
It happens. I am very much a typical emotional human.
But yes we were tackling the full extent of our work.
And then I went to go drop off a resume at jean pierre which is the French French Bakery.
They really want to get it through your head that they are french.
Nope they are definitely Swiss.
But I got a handle on the graphics and turned in a resume.
Set up an interview slot and went home.
Yep lazy Julia has set in.
Terrible Waffles
So I would consider myself a decent cook.
Not amazing by any means.
But I seriously screwed up last Sunday whilst making waffles.
So if you didn't know, Baking Soda and Baking Powder are two completely different ingredients.
And you just kind of assume they do similar things.
Not really.
Well in my family we have this great Belgium waffle recipe.
Literally to die for and I could pretty much have waffles every single day if I could.
Actually i've had waffles for breakfast probably for the past 4 days or so.
But long story short I made our waffle recipe with baking soda instead of the baking powder it called for.
It was awful.
I had a little brunch shindig get together thing and on a whim decided to make waffles.
We were out of baking powder so I substituted.
The were so bad.
So sour and then the roommate was in the same predicament but shes celiac so she had gluten free pancakes.
And she had to throw so much extra stuff in the batter just so you couldn't taste the baking soda.
Ask anyone there and they will agree it was bad.
And they are my friends!
Moral of the story.
Follow the damn recipe.
Not amazing by any means.
But I seriously screwed up last Sunday whilst making waffles.
So if you didn't know, Baking Soda and Baking Powder are two completely different ingredients.
And you just kind of assume they do similar things.
Not really.
Well in my family we have this great Belgium waffle recipe.
Literally to die for and I could pretty much have waffles every single day if I could.
Actually i've had waffles for breakfast probably for the past 4 days or so.
But long story short I made our waffle recipe with baking soda instead of the baking powder it called for.
It was awful.
I had a little brunch shindig get together thing and on a whim decided to make waffles.
We were out of baking powder so I substituted.
The were so bad.
So sour and then the roommate was in the same predicament but shes celiac so she had gluten free pancakes.
And she had to throw so much extra stuff in the batter just so you couldn't taste the baking soda.
Ask anyone there and they will agree it was bad.
And they are my friends!
Moral of the story.
Follow the damn recipe.
Four Scarves No Pants?!?
So recently the roommate and I have been a bit bored so we are exploring the depths of netflix.
Its probably not healthy but just go with it.
Well if you haven't seen it yet there's this comedian named Iliza Schlesinger.
And she is tiny and hilarious.
Freezing hot on Netflix is her show she filmed in Denver and it is hilarious.
Well there's this part where shes pretending to talk to her significant other on whether or not she should wear a jacket outside because we as women are extremely indecisive
So shes talking to the guy and shes keeps asking if she should wear a jacket or not. And eventually she suggests instead of a jacket she says "Four scarves no pants?"
Well its an inside joke now and whenever we cant figure out what to wear we just suggest wearing four scarves.
Well the roommate took it in a literal sense and now there's actual proof on the interwebs of her wearing 4 scarves.
She was however wearing pants.
But I have to tell ya.
Having inside jokes is about the best.
Its probably not healthy but just go with it.
Well if you haven't seen it yet there's this comedian named Iliza Schlesinger.
And she is tiny and hilarious.
Freezing hot on Netflix is her show she filmed in Denver and it is hilarious.
Well there's this part where shes pretending to talk to her significant other on whether or not she should wear a jacket outside because we as women are extremely indecisive
So shes talking to the guy and shes keeps asking if she should wear a jacket or not. And eventually she suggests instead of a jacket she says "Four scarves no pants?"
Well its an inside joke now and whenever we cant figure out what to wear we just suggest wearing four scarves.
Well the roommate took it in a literal sense and now there's actual proof on the interwebs of her wearing 4 scarves.
She was however wearing pants.
But I have to tell ya.
Having inside jokes is about the best.
Come fire or high water i'm wearing this romper
So if you didn't know, I sometimes stick out like a sore thumb whilst in Durango.
I am extremely feminine and girly and there are a lot of women who choose to go all natural.
Power to you if you are one of those girls.
I however am not one of those people.
I like my fashion and heels and make up and washing my hair.
I am a bit of an oddity here in Durango.
And Friday was no exception.
I have this romper that I got recently that I love and its extremely flattering and it makes my already long legs look miles long.
Plus its super comfy and cute.
But rompers are kind of odd to see around Durango.
So on the last day of school I decided to wear it because I had a presentation in Spanish and I wanted to.
So I did.
I however did not look at the weather report.
And it was rainy and cold and windy.
Bad life choice on one hand but I felt damn sexy.
So just imagine me in a tiny adorable romper, leather jacket and booties.
And i'm just walking around school and Durango on the last day of class.
Yep that was fun.
So if you are nervous about wearing a romper or high waisted shorts then just try it.
Its not too scary and you'll never know if you look damn fine in it until you try.
So be fearless with your fashion choices my friends.
And don't care if you stand out in a bad way in a granola town.
Just own it and be yourself my lovely reader!
I am extremely feminine and girly and there are a lot of women who choose to go all natural.
Power to you if you are one of those girls.
I however am not one of those people.
I like my fashion and heels and make up and washing my hair.
I am a bit of an oddity here in Durango.
And Friday was no exception.
I have this romper that I got recently that I love and its extremely flattering and it makes my already long legs look miles long.
Plus its super comfy and cute.
But rompers are kind of odd to see around Durango.
So on the last day of school I decided to wear it because I had a presentation in Spanish and I wanted to.
So I did.
I however did not look at the weather report.
And it was rainy and cold and windy.
Bad life choice on one hand but I felt damn sexy.
So just imagine me in a tiny adorable romper, leather jacket and booties.
And i'm just walking around school and Durango on the last day of class.
Yep that was fun.
So if you are nervous about wearing a romper or high waisted shorts then just try it.
Its not too scary and you'll never know if you look damn fine in it until you try.
So be fearless with your fashion choices my friends.
And don't care if you stand out in a bad way in a granola town.
Just own it and be yourself my lovely reader!
The last day of the Indy
So remember earlier this semester when I told you about the first day of the indy and how it was so full of hope and potential.
Well by the end of the semester everyone is pretty much done.
This might be because of the special issue that was coming out.
And we had some interesting photographers....
Yeah Hanna and I had quite the semester...
Actually everyone involved did.
But i'm glad to still be an editor and I love everyone at the editors table.
Its a really good team.
But the energy and excitement had kind of dissipated and we were all ready for summer.
But Hanna and I had to finish the graphics for the special issue which we just love to do.
But overall this semester has been good.
I had my first ever staffer so I learned a lot about being an editor and how to explain things and definitely about communication.
If you saw my designs on www.theindyonline.com definitely improved more and they are a lot more creative.
It was a good growing semester and I get stronger on knowing who I am as a person and as a designer as each semester passes.
I am an editor and I am so proud to be part of this incredible team
Well by the end of the semester everyone is pretty much done.
This might be because of the special issue that was coming out.
And we had some interesting photographers....
Yeah Hanna and I had quite the semester...
Actually everyone involved did.
But i'm glad to still be an editor and I love everyone at the editors table.
Its a really good team.
But the energy and excitement had kind of dissipated and we were all ready for summer.
But Hanna and I had to finish the graphics for the special issue which we just love to do.
But overall this semester has been good.
I had my first ever staffer so I learned a lot about being an editor and how to explain things and definitely about communication.
If you saw my designs on www.theindyonline.com definitely improved more and they are a lot more creative.
It was a good growing semester and I get stronger on knowing who I am as a person and as a designer as each semester passes.
I am an editor and I am so proud to be part of this incredible team
Getting through the music
So Wednesday we had the shortest rehearsal pretty much ever.
It was graduation music which I have a love hate relationship with.
BUT THIS YEAR WE ACTUALLY GOT THE MELODY!
Usually the poor forgotten bassoons get the upbeats and it is extremely tedious and usually by the second time around you are praying that everyone will just get to their freaking seats so you can stop playing this god awful tune.
But this year we actually got the lyrical beautiful part that everyone knows.
Sure some parts were slightly high but after years and years of having the most boring part this was a welcome relief.
So suffice to say I was actually excited to play at graduation.
A little tip for all those that have to play pomp and circumstance.
The trick is to bring the tempo up a few notches and with the faster beat everyone walks in faster and you have to play it a shorter amount of time and less times.
I mean it makes sense but if you needed something to make it so that you don't have to play that 4 million times just play it fast and everyone gets there faster.
It was graduation music which I have a love hate relationship with.
BUT THIS YEAR WE ACTUALLY GOT THE MELODY!
Usually the poor forgotten bassoons get the upbeats and it is extremely tedious and usually by the second time around you are praying that everyone will just get to their freaking seats so you can stop playing this god awful tune.
But this year we actually got the lyrical beautiful part that everyone knows.
Sure some parts were slightly high but after years and years of having the most boring part this was a welcome relief.
So suffice to say I was actually excited to play at graduation.
A little tip for all those that have to play pomp and circumstance.
The trick is to bring the tempo up a few notches and with the faster beat everyone walks in faster and you have to play it a shorter amount of time and less times.
I mean it makes sense but if you needed something to make it so that you don't have to play that 4 million times just play it fast and everyone gets there faster.
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