Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with a Lynyrd Skynyrd song.
Have you ever wondered where on earth the time goes?
This morning, my alarm starts screaming at me at 5:03 and now here I am almost 17 hours later wondering what in the world I accomplished today. There were no monumental tasks accomplished, no startling revelations made or even a really good joke told (wow, it was a lousy day!) yet this feeling of tiredness won't leave me alone.
Wait, forget everything I just said: I failed to remember my hour of Pilates - that explains it all!
Moving on, I've compiled a list (because lists are fun) and have figured out the things I have completed in recent history that I am semi-proud of.
- My alternator went out on my truck, but have no fear because I double as a master mechanic every third Wednesday. Ok, really I'm no mechanic at all. Just a few sockets, a long handled flat head screwdriver, two wrenches and one fan belt later and voila... I took off my own alternator, took it to get repaired and stuck it back on Bubba Truck. And if you're wondering, he's running like a champ.
- Speaking of Bubba Truck, he finally got a bath since Mayberry has had beautiful weather. He stayed clean four and a half days! A RECORD!
- A few new recipes panned out quite nicely, including a variation of chocolate cupcakes, a cool twist on strawberry butter cream frosting (which was almost a catastrophe), and a cookie-like dessert that I haven't named yet. Can you tell that I bake my feelings? By the way, I have a lot of feelings. That's both a blessing & a curse.
- Did I mention I did Pilates? Yes, I'm quite proud of that. Now my abs hurt. Rather, the abs under my belly flab hurt.
- The carpet in my living room has been ripped up and discarded, thanks to the awesome strength and determination I (and my kid sister) have. Now it's on to getting all those staples out of the floor from the carpet padding.
Yes, it's a short list, but one I'm proud of. Maybe in the next few weeks I'll learn something really cool, like rewiring a house or designing computer software.
Oh, who am I kidding?! I'll just mow the grass.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
A few weeks in pictures
Dadgummit!
It's been over a month since you've heard from me... why haven't I been shot yet?
Well, to say life has been busy is an understatement, so I'll fill you in on a few of the happenings of the last few weeks.
In no particular order:
My best friend got engaged (yay!) and I'm honored with holding her bouquet as she says "I do" to the boy who gives her pitter patterage. Couldn't be happier for her!
In honor of her engagement, we were able to get together, along with her mom, both grandmothers, his mom, and his sister as we tried on wedding dresses for her nuptials coming up in July. Due to keeping her dress a secret from her Beloved, I'll spare the details - but this dress is PERFECT!!
While in the process of finding the perfect dresses for the mothers and grandmothers, my friend and fellow bridesmaid, Haven, found humor in me trying on hats. Apparently I have a head for them. Or face. Or something, I forget exactly.
Then while I was in town I stopped by to see a couple (or 24) other friends at one of the best Mexican restaurants in town. Thanks to one of my friends, I made the waiter blush each time he looked at me the remainder of the evening. Note to self: Never ask the waiter what certain words mean in his native language.
Then we had a pretty big storm wipe through the area. Tornadoes ran wild across several states, killing dozens of people and leaving entire towns in ruins after their destruction passed. I snapped this picture on the way to get my alternator rebuilt, but that's another story. Everybody else was ducking for cover and in all of my wisdom, I decided to travel across state lines for the sake of getting my truck up and running for weekend excursions.
Hey, I only claimed to be entertaining, not a genius.
And finally, one of the reasons I love friends - they can just tell when you're having a bad day.... then they do something about it.
Everybody needs friends like that.
It's been over a month since you've heard from me... why haven't I been shot yet?
Well, to say life has been busy is an understatement, so I'll fill you in on a few of the happenings of the last few weeks.
In no particular order:
My best friend got engaged (yay!) and I'm honored with holding her bouquet as she says "I do" to the boy who gives her pitter patterage. Couldn't be happier for her!
In honor of her engagement, we were able to get together, along with her mom, both grandmothers, his mom, and his sister as we tried on wedding dresses for her nuptials coming up in July. Due to keeping her dress a secret from her Beloved, I'll spare the details - but this dress is PERFECT!!
While in the process of finding the perfect dresses for the mothers and grandmothers, my friend and fellow bridesmaid, Haven, found humor in me trying on hats. Apparently I have a head for them. Or face. Or something, I forget exactly.
Then while I was in town I stopped by to see a couple (or 24) other friends at one of the best Mexican restaurants in town. Thanks to one of my friends, I made the waiter blush each time he looked at me the remainder of the evening. Note to self: Never ask the waiter what certain words mean in his native language.
Then we had a pretty big storm wipe through the area. Tornadoes ran wild across several states, killing dozens of people and leaving entire towns in ruins after their destruction passed. I snapped this picture on the way to get my alternator rebuilt, but that's another story. Everybody else was ducking for cover and in all of my wisdom, I decided to travel across state lines for the sake of getting my truck up and running for weekend excursions.
Hey, I only claimed to be entertaining, not a genius.
Everybody needs friends like that.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
V-day traditions
This "holiday" has never meant much to me.
When I was younger it was just a day to see who could get the most candy. As I made my way into high school, the girls carrying flowers into class made me kinda nauseous. (Or maybe I was just jealous?)
It was my first Valentine's day that I actually was dating someone when I realized: this crap is for the birds. Perhaps I got my hopes up too much and that's why every V-day since then I've cringed. I've had guys give me gag gifts, used gift cards and nothing at all. One, in fact, said he shouldn't buy me anything because he was my gift. Say what?
Needless to say, my Valentine's tradition has become the following: 1- get home from work; 2- change into sweat pants; 3- pour a glass of bourbon; 4- watch my favorite movie: "Gone With the Wind."
And yesterday morning, that was my intention. I was living for quittin' time so I could trade my high heels for thick socks and my curled tresses for a ponytail. But..... that didn't happen.
The current code name informed me that we were going to dinner, causing me to cringe. When I told him my Valentine's tradition he laughed until he realized I was completely serious.
Sadly, though, he won.
Ok, I kinda enjoyed it. Can't lie.
When I was younger it was just a day to see who could get the most candy. As I made my way into high school, the girls carrying flowers into class made me kinda nauseous. (Or maybe I was just jealous?)
It was my first Valentine's day that I actually was dating someone when I realized: this crap is for the birds. Perhaps I got my hopes up too much and that's why every V-day since then I've cringed. I've had guys give me gag gifts, used gift cards and nothing at all. One, in fact, said he shouldn't buy me anything because he was my gift. Say what?
Needless to say, my Valentine's tradition has become the following: 1- get home from work; 2- change into sweat pants; 3- pour a glass of bourbon; 4- watch my favorite movie: "Gone With the Wind."
And yesterday morning, that was my intention. I was living for quittin' time so I could trade my high heels for thick socks and my curled tresses for a ponytail. But..... that didn't happen.
The current code name informed me that we were going to dinner, causing me to cringe. When I told him my Valentine's tradition he laughed until he realized I was completely serious.
Sadly, though, he won.
Ok, I kinda enjoyed it. Can't lie.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
As it turns out....
The other day when I was talking about making a list of what I'd do if I had a month to live, I failed to realize that my preacher wanted that list to include 25 things. Holy mackerel.
So here goes, in no particular order...
1. Take a drive. There's this place I go about an hour away from Mayberry that soothes my soul. I stumbled upon it by accident a few years ago after a horribly horrid breakup and since then, it's the perfect place to drop off the face of the earth. There is no cell phone coverage, nobody around there knows me, and I can just sit by myself to collect my thoughts. Pretty dadgum perfect.
2. Tell the nine most significant people in my life how much they have meant to me. Although, I'm still undecided on whether or not I'd tell them about my definitive expiration date. After all, once people know you won't be around much longer, they tend to throw you a pity fest and I don't want any part of that.
3. Love God. There are no words to describe my relationship with Him. It's a very personal and intimate thing which needs no explanation to the rest of the world. My only hope is to serve Him while I'm on this earth to the best of my ability. After all, it's by His grace that I'm here in the first place.
4. Dance on my tailgate. Sure, it sounds silly, but I suppose you'd have to know me pretty well to understand this one. It would involve a bonfire, a cooler of Mt. Dew, a handful of friends and a stereo cranked up with my favorite music blaring. If anything else, I want everybody to remember the way I was.
5. Right my wrongs. I'm not perfect - far from it, in fact. I'm human, just like you. I make mistakes and I've always had a knack for getting myself into sticky situations, some for the worse, some for the better. Nevertheless, I must make amends. I'd forgive an old friend who hurt my feelings, no matter how intentional she was; ask forgiveness for a lie I told; and try to be a better role model for those around me.
6. Bake, bake, bake. It's like a therapy. Strawberry cupcakes, oatmeal raisin cookies and red velvet cakes would be flying out of my kitchen. Sorry if you gain any weight.
7. Make a video for my nieces and nephew. They are young, (and one isn't even born yet) and I'd like them to know how much I wish I could be there to see their dance recitals, graduations, birthdays, and soccer games.
8. Drive to the big, big city on a Wednesday. Go downtown in my absolute favorite city, act like a local and see if I could meet anyone whose life I might help. You never know just where the people are who need you the most.
9. Go shooting with the big guns. Let's call in a few favors to a few friends and see how many rednecks I can beat at shooting skeet. Ok, they'll beat me but I'm sure we'll have a good time.
10. Read Revelation. That book has always scared me, but it's high time I sit down and soak it up, word for word. By now I'm probably getting pretty excited about seeing my dad again.
11. Sing Karaoke all night. I really don't care where and I don't care if anyone wants to join me, but I really, really just want to belt it without worrying if people even think its good. Just hand me the dadgum microphone.
Speaking of handing me a microphone,
12. I'd have a radio show. Well, maybe not, but I'd try my best. It's probably one of the biggest passions in my life and I wish I were still doing it some days, but as any radio veteran will tell you, the pay is crummy. Crummy pay doesn't get this girl out of her Momma's house. BUMMER!
13. But I REALLY love radio!! Yes, that's a two-pointer. Now someone hand me a microphone.
14. Eat sushi, again and again. Yes, I've had it before and quite possibly fell in love with a food I never imagined my taste buds would like. Maybe I'm not as country as originally thought, or perhaps my liberal arts secondary education has succeeded in making me a well rounded individual.
15. Spend hours with my grandmother talking about top secret information. She is like a vault. I'm scared to know who all's secrets she is keeping inside her, but she's so good at it. I could talk to her for hours upon hours about everything from politics, to music, to weaning calves. The woman is smart. End of story.
16. Record stories for my little sister and perhaps even nieces on dating and relationship advice. I've never been great at either one of those things, so it would end up being a list of what not to do and what signs to run from. (Hint, if he badmouths his momma, RUN!)
17. One last roadtrip to the beach. It doesn't have to be for an entire week, I just want to make memories with my family that they can treasure for the rest of their lives. Oh, who am I kidding?! I just want to die with a tan on my pasty face since I don't have to worry about skin cancer by that point.
18. Meet with the mortician. As I've told you, I've known him my entire life and still haven't settled on a coffin. And I'd also like to run over the game plan with him about various aspects of a funeral. Yes, FUNERAL. Not "celebration of life" like people are doing nowadays. I'm old school like that.
19. Find a good thunderstorm. Who wants to join me and dance in a really good rain with the thunder rumbling and the sky acting like our own strobe light? Especially if it was about 65 degrees. That's worth getting my hair messed up.
20. One last kiss. I can't lie or pretend this one never crossed my mind, because it was actually closer to the top of the list. Lets catch a guy off guard and lay one on him. I've wanted to but never had the guts, even though the opportunity has been there. I only need an extra gargle of Listerine and the lucky guy.
21. Write a few letters. These would be for the kids in my Sunday School class. Right now, they're fifth and sixth graders, but I'd write these for them to open when they go to high school. It's a rough time on any teenager and I just want them to know that their church is there to help lead them down the right paths.
22. Get a pedicure. I'm going out with bright pink toes. That's all I have to say about that.
23. Drive a combine to work. Who wants to work? This girl! Can't you just see my driving down a brick road in a new John Deere S690? It could possibly make it in Mayberry's weekly newspaper and the thrice daily local news on the radio.
However, after that stint, then I'd have to do this...
24. Quit my job. I just realized I forgot this one. I wouldn't quit because I hate it (because I really do enjoy going to work in the mornings), rather, I'd leave so I'd have time to do all this stuff I want to do and spend time with the people I want to cherish.
How am I at the end already?
25. Spend a day on the river. Borrow a friend's boat, back it in the water and have a good time. Kinda like the tailgate party I mentioned earlier, but obviously without the bonfire and tailgate. Or maybe we could go down to the lake and just take it easy as we go wherever the current takes us.
That wasn't awkward at all, right?
So here goes, in no particular order...
1. Take a drive. There's this place I go about an hour away from Mayberry that soothes my soul. I stumbled upon it by accident a few years ago after a horribly horrid breakup and since then, it's the perfect place to drop off the face of the earth. There is no cell phone coverage, nobody around there knows me, and I can just sit by myself to collect my thoughts. Pretty dadgum perfect.
2. Tell the nine most significant people in my life how much they have meant to me. Although, I'm still undecided on whether or not I'd tell them about my definitive expiration date. After all, once people know you won't be around much longer, they tend to throw you a pity fest and I don't want any part of that.
3. Love God. There are no words to describe my relationship with Him. It's a very personal and intimate thing which needs no explanation to the rest of the world. My only hope is to serve Him while I'm on this earth to the best of my ability. After all, it's by His grace that I'm here in the first place.
4. Dance on my tailgate. Sure, it sounds silly, but I suppose you'd have to know me pretty well to understand this one. It would involve a bonfire, a cooler of Mt. Dew, a handful of friends and a stereo cranked up with my favorite music blaring. If anything else, I want everybody to remember the way I was.
5. Right my wrongs. I'm not perfect - far from it, in fact. I'm human, just like you. I make mistakes and I've always had a knack for getting myself into sticky situations, some for the worse, some for the better. Nevertheless, I must make amends. I'd forgive an old friend who hurt my feelings, no matter how intentional she was; ask forgiveness for a lie I told; and try to be a better role model for those around me.
6. Bake, bake, bake. It's like a therapy. Strawberry cupcakes, oatmeal raisin cookies and red velvet cakes would be flying out of my kitchen. Sorry if you gain any weight.
7. Make a video for my nieces and nephew. They are young, (and one isn't even born yet) and I'd like them to know how much I wish I could be there to see their dance recitals, graduations, birthdays, and soccer games.
8. Drive to the big, big city on a Wednesday. Go downtown in my absolute favorite city, act like a local and see if I could meet anyone whose life I might help. You never know just where the people are who need you the most.
9. Go shooting with the big guns. Let's call in a few favors to a few friends and see how many rednecks I can beat at shooting skeet. Ok, they'll beat me but I'm sure we'll have a good time.
10. Read Revelation. That book has always scared me, but it's high time I sit down and soak it up, word for word. By now I'm probably getting pretty excited about seeing my dad again.
11. Sing Karaoke all night. I really don't care where and I don't care if anyone wants to join me, but I really, really just want to belt it without worrying if people even think its good. Just hand me the dadgum microphone.
Speaking of handing me a microphone,
12. I'd have a radio show. Well, maybe not, but I'd try my best. It's probably one of the biggest passions in my life and I wish I were still doing it some days, but as any radio veteran will tell you, the pay is crummy. Crummy pay doesn't get this girl out of her Momma's house. BUMMER!
13. But I REALLY love radio!! Yes, that's a two-pointer. Now someone hand me a microphone.
14. Eat sushi, again and again. Yes, I've had it before and quite possibly fell in love with a food I never imagined my taste buds would like. Maybe I'm not as country as originally thought, or perhaps my liberal arts secondary education has succeeded in making me a well rounded individual.
15. Spend hours with my grandmother talking about top secret information. She is like a vault. I'm scared to know who all's secrets she is keeping inside her, but she's so good at it. I could talk to her for hours upon hours about everything from politics, to music, to weaning calves. The woman is smart. End of story.
16. Record stories for my little sister and perhaps even nieces on dating and relationship advice. I've never been great at either one of those things, so it would end up being a list of what not to do and what signs to run from. (Hint, if he badmouths his momma, RUN!)
17. One last roadtrip to the beach. It doesn't have to be for an entire week, I just want to make memories with my family that they can treasure for the rest of their lives. Oh, who am I kidding?! I just want to die with a tan on my pasty face since I don't have to worry about skin cancer by that point.
18. Meet with the mortician. As I've told you, I've known him my entire life and still haven't settled on a coffin. And I'd also like to run over the game plan with him about various aspects of a funeral. Yes, FUNERAL. Not "celebration of life" like people are doing nowadays. I'm old school like that.
19. Find a good thunderstorm. Who wants to join me and dance in a really good rain with the thunder rumbling and the sky acting like our own strobe light? Especially if it was about 65 degrees. That's worth getting my hair messed up.
20. One last kiss. I can't lie or pretend this one never crossed my mind, because it was actually closer to the top of the list. Lets catch a guy off guard and lay one on him. I've wanted to but never had the guts, even though the opportunity has been there. I only need an extra gargle of Listerine and the lucky guy.
21. Write a few letters. These would be for the kids in my Sunday School class. Right now, they're fifth and sixth graders, but I'd write these for them to open when they go to high school. It's a rough time on any teenager and I just want them to know that their church is there to help lead them down the right paths.
22. Get a pedicure. I'm going out with bright pink toes. That's all I have to say about that.
23. Drive a combine to work. Who wants to work? This girl! Can't you just see my driving down a brick road in a new John Deere S690? It could possibly make it in Mayberry's weekly newspaper and the thrice daily local news on the radio.
However, after that stint, then I'd have to do this...
24. Quit my job. I just realized I forgot this one. I wouldn't quit because I hate it (because I really do enjoy going to work in the mornings), rather, I'd leave so I'd have time to do all this stuff I want to do and spend time with the people I want to cherish.
How am I at the end already?
25. Spend a day on the river. Borrow a friend's boat, back it in the water and have a good time. Kinda like the tailgate party I mentioned earlier, but obviously without the bonfire and tailgate. Or maybe we could go down to the lake and just take it easy as we go wherever the current takes us.
That wasn't awkward at all, right?
Thursday, January 12, 2012
One month and a Bucket
What would you do if (for whatever reason) you had only one month to live?
Who would you spend your time with?
What would you tell your best friends?
Where could people find you?
Would you finally make that apology you'd been putting off?
Would you tell people you loved them?
Could you forgive those who have wronged you?
Would you embrace the time you did have or attempt to hide from your definitive mortality?
Last Sunday, my pastor began a sermon series based on the book "One Month to Live" by Kerry & Chris Shook. He encouraged us to live life for the Lord with no regrets. Don't say "oh, I'll go back to church when I get retire." Leave the idea of your "busy life" behind because God never has been and never will be too busy for you.
During the message, he challenged the congregation to make a list, a real, written list of what we would do if we had only one month to live.
A slight smile made its way across my face during the sermon because, for a brief moment, I felt almost normal. The idea of death has been floating in my head for years, and as I've told you before, other people think it's weird. (But if you ask me, I'm just prepared.) It worries my mother and made my dad roll his eyes during his cancer treatments. But all of the sudden I'm able to put on paper the things I would do. A bucket list, so to speak.
Now I'm sure this is where most people would want to skydive, mountain climb or take off on a cruise. But if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not most people. Although I've never flown, the idea of soaring 35 thousand feet above the ground at 500 miles an hour scares me half to death. If a situation ever arises that I MUST hop on a plane, you'll find me crouched in the corner sucking my thumb and rocking back and forth in a semi-comatose state. As far as mountain climbing goes, I don't have the upper body strength or harness to take off up a mountain, and as for that cruise, 7 days stuck on a boat would leave me with sea sickness and three weeks instead of four. At least my math skills haven't failed yet.
*Disclaimer: for the record: I hope I don't perish anytime soon but if my time should come, you shouldn't worry about me and I'll see you on the other side.*
Now, on to the good stuff... A glimpse of what I would like to do should I have only one month to live. (I reserve the right to change this as I see fit, which could be daily.)
First, I would try my best to right the many, many wrongs accumulated throughout the course of my relatively short-lived life. I'd apologize to the ones I've let down along the way and give it my best attempt at making amends. A couple of people wouldn't give me the time of day, but you can't blame a girl for trying.
I'd also want to try to convey to those closest to me just how much I care for them. That L-word and I don't exactly get along and I'm not sure why. But my family and my best friends would have no doubt when it comes to the immense impact they have had on my life. They make me want to be a better person whether or not they realize it.
In conjunction with this, I'd have to spend more time with my grandparents. My grandfather is my Superman and due to his health, the family had to make the very hard decision of moving him into a rest home, so I don't see him every day like I do his wife. He is full of funny stories from his childhood and life lessons he's learned the hard way. Then there's my grandma. To say she's my hero is a complete understatement. Oh, and her cooking....MMMMM!!
Next, I'd have to have a little bit of fun with a little less seriousness. It involves private property, off road vehicles and a little bit of dirt. And in the words of Forrest Gump, "that's all I have to say about that."
And on a completely, possibly off the wall note (would you expect less from me?) I wanna drive a combine to work. Can't you just see my driving down a brick road in a new John Deere S690? It could possibly make it in Mayberry's weekly newspaper and the thrice daily local news on the radio. Doesn't that sound like a blast?!
Who would you spend your time with?
What would you tell your best friends?
Where could people find you?
Would you finally make that apology you'd been putting off?
Would you tell people you loved them?
Could you forgive those who have wronged you?
Would you embrace the time you did have or attempt to hide from your definitive mortality?
Last Sunday, my pastor began a sermon series based on the book "One Month to Live" by Kerry & Chris Shook. He encouraged us to live life for the Lord with no regrets. Don't say "oh, I'll go back to church when I get retire." Leave the idea of your "busy life" behind because God never has been and never will be too busy for you.
During the message, he challenged the congregation to make a list, a real, written list of what we would do if we had only one month to live.
A slight smile made its way across my face during the sermon because, for a brief moment, I felt almost normal. The idea of death has been floating in my head for years, and as I've told you before, other people think it's weird. (But if you ask me, I'm just prepared.) It worries my mother and made my dad roll his eyes during his cancer treatments. But all of the sudden I'm able to put on paper the things I would do. A bucket list, so to speak.
Now I'm sure this is where most people would want to skydive, mountain climb or take off on a cruise. But if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not most people. Although I've never flown, the idea of soaring 35 thousand feet above the ground at 500 miles an hour scares me half to death. If a situation ever arises that I MUST hop on a plane, you'll find me crouched in the corner sucking my thumb and rocking back and forth in a semi-comatose state. As far as mountain climbing goes, I don't have the upper body strength or harness to take off up a mountain, and as for that cruise, 7 days stuck on a boat would leave me with sea sickness and three weeks instead of four. At least my math skills haven't failed yet.
*Disclaimer: for the record: I hope I don't perish anytime soon but if my time should come, you shouldn't worry about me and I'll see you on the other side.*
Now, on to the good stuff... A glimpse of what I would like to do should I have only one month to live. (I reserve the right to change this as I see fit, which could be daily.)
First, I would try my best to right the many, many wrongs accumulated throughout the course of my relatively short-lived life. I'd apologize to the ones I've let down along the way and give it my best attempt at making amends. A couple of people wouldn't give me the time of day, but you can't blame a girl for trying.
I'd also want to try to convey to those closest to me just how much I care for them. That L-word and I don't exactly get along and I'm not sure why. But my family and my best friends would have no doubt when it comes to the immense impact they have had on my life. They make me want to be a better person whether or not they realize it.
In conjunction with this, I'd have to spend more time with my grandparents. My grandfather is my Superman and due to his health, the family had to make the very hard decision of moving him into a rest home, so I don't see him every day like I do his wife. He is full of funny stories from his childhood and life lessons he's learned the hard way. Then there's my grandma. To say she's my hero is a complete understatement. Oh, and her cooking....MMMMM!!
Next, I'd have to have a little bit of fun with a little less seriousness. It involves private property, off road vehicles and a little bit of dirt. And in the words of Forrest Gump, "that's all I have to say about that."
And on a completely, possibly off the wall note (would you expect less from me?) I wanna drive a combine to work. Can't you just see my driving down a brick road in a new John Deere S690? It could possibly make it in Mayberry's weekly newspaper and the thrice daily local news on the radio. Doesn't that sound like a blast?!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Apologizing, Rachel style.
Warning, bad word ahead.
Apologizing SUCKS. If it were an activity on facebook, I wouldn't "like" it.
Whew, glad I could get that off my chest. What a bad post to start the new year off with, but I hoped maybe some of you have been in my predicament.
You see, a friend of mine and I had a bit of a spat - at least I think that's what happened. Maybe it was more of a misunderstanding or maybe my built up frustration was lashed out on the wrong person. Yea, it was probably a combination of both previously mentioned scenarios.
Basically, I have this horrible character flaw: admitting I'm wrong hardly ever happens. My mother has often told me I get it from my father.
Thus, the problem: admitting to my friend that I overreacted to his poor attempt at humor and should never have said those horrible things or slammed his truck door so violently.
Mental note: apologize to the Chevy.
But back to my attempted apology. I tried, really I did. The speech was in my head and ready to be shared with the other party. "Hey, remember the other day when I flipped out on you for being all those words I can't repeat on the internet? Well, you were out of line but there is also a chance that I might have taken my disgruntlement a wee bit too far."
Can you tell I've never been great at apologies? It never reached the ears of the one meant for it, which is probably a blessing since I see how horrible it really is. But why did it never reach the person intended? Because I refuse to apologize via voicemail and a text message apology has no tone. Perhaps he's mad at me too, which I kind of expected. After all, he already apologized to me... twice, yet I couldn't do the same. Hence, he doesn't answer the phone.
Maybe I'm old school, but that's just how I roll. So in the time I have before seeing him again, I have time to formulate the perfect apology.
There's no difference in formulating and Google-ing, right? Good.
Apologizing SUCKS. If it were an activity on facebook, I wouldn't "like" it.
Whew, glad I could get that off my chest. What a bad post to start the new year off with, but I hoped maybe some of you have been in my predicament.
You see, a friend of mine and I had a bit of a spat - at least I think that's what happened. Maybe it was more of a misunderstanding or maybe my built up frustration was lashed out on the wrong person. Yea, it was probably a combination of both previously mentioned scenarios.
Basically, I have this horrible character flaw: admitting I'm wrong hardly ever happens. My mother has often told me I get it from my father.
Thus, the problem: admitting to my friend that I overreacted to his poor attempt at humor and should never have said those horrible things or slammed his truck door so violently.
Mental note: apologize to the Chevy.
But back to my attempted apology. I tried, really I did. The speech was in my head and ready to be shared with the other party. "Hey, remember the other day when I flipped out on you for being all those words I can't repeat on the internet? Well, you were out of line but there is also a chance that I might have taken my disgruntlement a wee bit too far."
Can you tell I've never been great at apologies? It never reached the ears of the one meant for it, which is probably a blessing since I see how horrible it really is. But why did it never reach the person intended? Because I refuse to apologize via voicemail and a text message apology has no tone. Perhaps he's mad at me too, which I kind of expected. After all, he already apologized to me... twice, yet I couldn't do the same. Hence, he doesn't answer the phone.
Maybe I'm old school, but that's just how I roll. So in the time I have before seeing him again, I have time to formulate the perfect apology.
There's no difference in formulating and Google-ing, right? Good.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Touchdown!
You ever have a good day?
The kind that makes you lie in bed at night and just smile as you stare off towards the ceiling in an attempt to fall asleep?
Or perhaps the kind of day that makes you run that extra half mile on the treadmill as sweat runs between your eyebrows?
Wait, is it the morning you walk into your workplace and realize the office is only open a half day?
1. I believe it's all of the above.
2. I believe that day was mine today.
And to top it off, my not-really-adopted-nor-blood-related-sister-in-spirit gave me a grand laugh.
Yes, she's wearing a high school football helmet. I have that affect on her and lately she's gone through Rach withdrawals, so the insanity was bound to come out. Or maybe the bottle of Mt. Dew about a half hour before this had something to do with it, too.
Despite the real reason behind her putting the helmet on her oh-so-fabulous new hair cut, I'd like to think that I had a little something to do with it since normally she acts much more grown up and less like a teenage girl dating the quarterback.
I'm pretty sure neither of us were ever in that position, which is a shame. Those would have been some lucky quarterbacks!
The kind that makes you lie in bed at night and just smile as you stare off towards the ceiling in an attempt to fall asleep?
Or perhaps the kind of day that makes you run that extra half mile on the treadmill as sweat runs between your eyebrows?
Wait, is it the morning you walk into your workplace and realize the office is only open a half day?
1. I believe it's all of the above.
2. I believe that day was mine today.
And to top it off, my not-really-adopted-nor-blood-related-sister-in-spirit gave me a grand laugh.
Yes, she's wearing a high school football helmet. I have that affect on her and lately she's gone through Rach withdrawals, so the insanity was bound to come out. Or maybe the bottle of Mt. Dew about a half hour before this had something to do with it, too.
Despite the real reason behind her putting the helmet on her oh-so-fabulous new hair cut, I'd like to think that I had a little something to do with it since normally she acts much more grown up and less like a teenage girl dating the quarterback.
I'm pretty sure neither of us were ever in that position, which is a shame. Those would have been some lucky quarterbacks!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Random doesn't even start to cover it
My best friend could indeed kill me (or at least wish she could strangle me) after reading this.
You see, the past few days here in Mayberry have been a bit... haphazard.
Unsystematic.
Accidental.
Capricious.
Erratic.
Arbitrary.
Impulsive.
You get the idea. Nothing has seemed to go on as it should. It's like the world has turned a strange degree off on its axis and now I'm paying the price for the routine my life has been stuck in. Why might you ask? You'll see....
First, it was the price of gas. It fell by a nickle and this girl did her Friday dance on a Tuesday.
Then, it was the remnants of an unexpected text message last Wednesday morning. I was at the height of my bronchitis-induced-antibiotic-steroid-inhaler high and received a text from an old friend I hadn't talked to in a while informing me he was in town. You see, he normally works in a city an hour and a half away and has been known to send me the ever-so-unplanned text from time to time and never respond to my response. That makes sense, right? Perhaps that's one reason we aren't better friends.
Anywho, we went to lunch and whatnot and as we were catching up, he tells me about a date he blew and I told him about the most recent code names. As soon as I refer to another guy as "Slick" he looks bewildered and says "You dated a guy named Slick?" No, no, no. Then I had no choice but to let him in on my top secret naming process of guys who spark my interest. Although that's probably not top secret anymore since I put it on the internet, but that's alright as long as I leave real names out of it. And telling him about it might not have been the brightest idea, because he looks at me and smiles with his dancing brown eyes and says "What's my code name?" Like I'd tell him his name even if he did have one!
Moving on to more random fun was a Christmas party Thursday night that I almost didn't get to go to. You see, my grandfather (who will be 92 in six weeks) had a fall so I was on the way to the ER instead of happy hour. Come to think of it, that might have been a good thing. But on a bright note, his hip isn't broken as originally believed. Again, I did the Friday dance on an undesignated day.
Then Friday rolled around - this meant dinner after work with my family at a restaurant a few miles outside of town. We had so many people, we ended up having two tables and sharing their party room with one business' Christmas party. However, when my nephew's diaper needed changed, I had to go back to the main restaurant's bathroom since it was the only one with a baby station. And wouldn't you know that in this one night in this one restaurant I ran in to three of the code names.
Yep, this girl DEFINITELY needs to get out of this town.
You see, the past few days here in Mayberry have been a bit... haphazard.
Unsystematic.
Accidental.
Capricious.
Erratic.
Arbitrary.
Impulsive.
You get the idea. Nothing has seemed to go on as it should. It's like the world has turned a strange degree off on its axis and now I'm paying the price for the routine my life has been stuck in. Why might you ask? You'll see....
First, it was the price of gas. It fell by a nickle and this girl did her Friday dance on a Tuesday.
Then, it was the remnants of an unexpected text message last Wednesday morning. I was at the height of my bronchitis-induced-antibiotic-steroid-inhaler high and received a text from an old friend I hadn't talked to in a while informing me he was in town. You see, he normally works in a city an hour and a half away and has been known to send me the ever-so-unplanned text from time to time and never respond to my response. That makes sense, right? Perhaps that's one reason we aren't better friends.
Anywho, we went to lunch and whatnot and as we were catching up, he tells me about a date he blew and I told him about the most recent code names. As soon as I refer to another guy as "Slick" he looks bewildered and says "You dated a guy named Slick?" No, no, no. Then I had no choice but to let him in on my top secret naming process of guys who spark my interest. Although that's probably not top secret anymore since I put it on the internet, but that's alright as long as I leave real names out of it. And telling him about it might not have been the brightest idea, because he looks at me and smiles with his dancing brown eyes and says "What's my code name?" Like I'd tell him his name even if he did have one!
Moving on to more random fun was a Christmas party Thursday night that I almost didn't get to go to. You see, my grandfather (who will be 92 in six weeks) had a fall so I was on the way to the ER instead of happy hour. Come to think of it, that might have been a good thing. But on a bright note, his hip isn't broken as originally believed. Again, I did the Friday dance on an undesignated day.
Then Friday rolled around - this meant dinner after work with my family at a restaurant a few miles outside of town. We had so many people, we ended up having two tables and sharing their party room with one business' Christmas party. However, when my nephew's diaper needed changed, I had to go back to the main restaurant's bathroom since it was the only one with a baby station. And wouldn't you know that in this one night in this one restaurant I ran in to three of the code names.
Yep, this girl DEFINITELY needs to get out of this town.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
December the First
Upon my discovery of today's date, hands went into an immediate shock, my chest palpitated, and my bottom lip was clinched under my petite teeth. It left me with nothing else to do but figure out everything to be done not only by the time Christmas rolls around, but by the time the ball drops in 30 days and a few hours.
Oh. Dear. Goodness.
23. How did it get here so quickly? I swear that it seemed like yesterday I was at the beach with my toes in the sand, recuperating from a 12 hour, all night drive to the Gulf so I could be present when my sister said "I Do" to her beau. I believe perspiration was in the equation. That's the opposite of the hoodie and wool socks I'm decked out in now.
11. My tree isn't put up. And it probably won't be until Christmas Eve. Call me Scrooge, I don't care. But on a bright note, I was able to successfully listen to a minute and a half of "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" before I had to turn it off. That's marked improvement.
7. Christmas to me is more about the baby in a manger the rest of the world seems to forget than some caribou with a birth defect of a fluorescent nose.
96. What percentage of gifts should be bought by now? Based on my friends' facebook statuses, they're all done. Oops.
47. Because I'm at maybe 7 percent done. Maybe. And six of that seven percent is for the bundle of joy who won't be here until February. No, I will not spoil this niece. Ha! Who am I kidding? There is no hope.
82. I'm a procrastinator if you hadn't noticed. If anyone has any suggestions on what to buy my mother, feel free to share them. Pretty please.
35. I've been writing November 1 on everything today. Phone messages. Checkbook register. Notes to coworkers. My best friend's birthday card. I blame the fine tip blue ink pen in my hand.
63. Perhaps I'm still under the influence of my prescription medications currently combating this bronchitis. Do we need a recap of yesterday? Falling asleep... while walking.... then falling down.... in heels. Embarrassing. Today I was asked if I was driving by half of the Sheriff's Department. When I replied "yes" they immediately asked if I was under the influence of prescription cough medicine.
59. That would explain why I can't count tonight. But wait, I haven't had that cough medicine in over 24 hours. Why can't I count yet?
74. Perhaps I'd better go lay down.
114. Is Christmas really 3 and a half weeks away??
Oh. Dear. Goodness.
23. How did it get here so quickly? I swear that it seemed like yesterday I was at the beach with my toes in the sand, recuperating from a 12 hour, all night drive to the Gulf so I could be present when my sister said "I Do" to her beau. I believe perspiration was in the equation. That's the opposite of the hoodie and wool socks I'm decked out in now.
11. My tree isn't put up. And it probably won't be until Christmas Eve. Call me Scrooge, I don't care. But on a bright note, I was able to successfully listen to a minute and a half of "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" before I had to turn it off. That's marked improvement.
7. Christmas to me is more about the baby in a manger the rest of the world seems to forget than some caribou with a birth defect of a fluorescent nose.
96. What percentage of gifts should be bought by now? Based on my friends' facebook statuses, they're all done. Oops.
47. Because I'm at maybe 7 percent done. Maybe. And six of that seven percent is for the bundle of joy who won't be here until February. No, I will not spoil this niece. Ha! Who am I kidding? There is no hope.
82. I'm a procrastinator if you hadn't noticed. If anyone has any suggestions on what to buy my mother, feel free to share them. Pretty please.
35. I've been writing November 1 on everything today. Phone messages. Checkbook register. Notes to coworkers. My best friend's birthday card. I blame the fine tip blue ink pen in my hand.
63. Perhaps I'm still under the influence of my prescription medications currently combating this bronchitis. Do we need a recap of yesterday? Falling asleep... while walking.... then falling down.... in heels. Embarrassing. Today I was asked if I was driving by half of the Sheriff's Department. When I replied "yes" they immediately asked if I was under the influence of prescription cough medicine.
59. That would explain why I can't count tonight. But wait, I haven't had that cough medicine in over 24 hours. Why can't I count yet?
74. Perhaps I'd better go lay down.
114. Is Christmas really 3 and a half weeks away??
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Say whaaa?
I'm drawing a blank.
I have no idea what to talk about today, and I actually have more than enough time to share a few words with you guys.
Well, Mayberry is doing well, kinda. It's asthmatic bronchitis season for yours truly, meaning shots, antibiotics, breathing treatments, steroids and cough syrup. Yippee! Lucky me! Although today it did take a funny turn when I accidentally took too much cough medicine and had to call for a ride home. Did I mention that I live 3 blocks away from my work? Yea, that was embarrassing.
So needless to say, I've been knocked out cold the majority of the afternoon and in fact didn't know what day it was when my slumber was startled awake by my sister telling me I needed to eat something so I could take my medicine. It's nice to have people looking out for me, but I was in the middle of the hardest sleep in recent history. Boy, it felt wonderful, and was much needed after last night's attack of insomnia which resulted in 3 and a half hours of sleep before I was suddenly staring at the ceiling until daybreak.
With all that said, I think I should catch some more zzz's.
I'm going to now take a lesson from my niece and hit the hay... not literally, of course, because then I'd really be in a pickle of allergic despair.
* Note to self: No more cough syrup.
I have no idea what to talk about today, and I actually have more than enough time to share a few words with you guys.
Well, Mayberry is doing well, kinda. It's asthmatic bronchitis season for yours truly, meaning shots, antibiotics, breathing treatments, steroids and cough syrup. Yippee! Lucky me! Although today it did take a funny turn when I accidentally took too much cough medicine and had to call for a ride home. Did I mention that I live 3 blocks away from my work? Yea, that was embarrassing.
So needless to say, I've been knocked out cold the majority of the afternoon and in fact didn't know what day it was when my slumber was startled awake by my sister telling me I needed to eat something so I could take my medicine. It's nice to have people looking out for me, but I was in the middle of the hardest sleep in recent history. Boy, it felt wonderful, and was much needed after last night's attack of insomnia which resulted in 3 and a half hours of sleep before I was suddenly staring at the ceiling until daybreak.
With all that said, I think I should catch some more zzz's.
I'm going to now take a lesson from my niece and hit the hay... not literally, of course, because then I'd really be in a pickle of allergic despair.
* Note to self: No more cough syrup.
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