I think we're leaving tonight as opposed to our planned Friday {tomorrow} morning. It's only about a ten or twelve hour difference, but I guess we will drive through the night and make it home in the morning.
Originally, we were going to end our summer with a bang and drive to Bakersfield first to visit with my brother and his wife. My mom even sent gift cards for Ruby Tuesdays {yum} so we could celebrate the July birthday boys {my bro and Taylor.}
But my brother found out yesterday that he couldn't get out of a night shift, but invited us anyway. Without trying to, he made it sound like we probably wouldn't have fun since he will be sleeping while we were awake. I could find fun things to do with his wife, definitely. But then he informed me that they're also in the middle of moving. Hmm what to do....
Since we didn't want to be a hassle, we decided to skip the visit. :(
The silver lining of this change of plans is that I'll have all day tomorrow to unpack, pay for school, buy my books, and a much needed two days of being with family before the school year madness starts for everybody.
But I haven't told anyone at home we're coming home early so it will be a surprise. My mom is gonna crap her pants. I'll let you know how that goes.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
funny,butnotlikehahafunny.
One time I dated a Jew. It was stupid, not because he was Jewish, but because I'm so incredibly Mormon, even if I try not to be. Oh, and it was funny because he was secretly dating me AND another woman, his girlfriend of four years. LOL.
He was very charming. He made me feel like the only person in the room and was very aggressive about getting to know me. The more I resisted, the harder he tried and I finally gave in and let him take me out to ice cream.
He also convinced me to move with him to Boise. Yeah right. But sometimes when you're young and find yourself in a situation where moving to Boise actually makes complete sense, you pack your bags and say your adieu's.
Nothing exciting happened when I got there. We met up twice, once in an precarious parking lot at night, and the other at a water park. Classy.
The funniest part was the morning I received a text from him. It read "Please stop texting D***d, you are ruining our relationship and I would appreciate it if you just left us alone." I knew immediately who wrote it because I knew she (his quote "ex-girlfriend") was also in Boise, probably living with him. I threw my phone at the wall and hid my head under the sheets.
Dang, he's good. I was his mistress without even knowing it!
Unluckily for him, I was really into the show Veronica Mars at the time. The following events transpired only because I had watched about three seasons of Veronica fighting crime and being a victim of two-timing is definitely a crime.
I packed my bags, quit my job, got into my car and drove home.
When he called, I channeled my inner Veronica and let him have it. I have never been so proud of my spot-on choice of words/tone/inflection/confidence. I think I scared the hell out of him because I never heard from him after that.
Although, I may have seen him at ISU's homecoming parade last year. I saw someone with dreads smoking a cigarette in front of a bar on center street. We made eye contact, but I figured I wouldn't mess with a dirty hippie. Literally, dirty and a lot shorter than I remember.
He was very charming. He made me feel like the only person in the room and was very aggressive about getting to know me. The more I resisted, the harder he tried and I finally gave in and let him take me out to ice cream.
He also convinced me to move with him to Boise. Yeah right. But sometimes when you're young and find yourself in a situation where moving to Boise actually makes complete sense, you pack your bags and say your adieu's.
Nothing exciting happened when I got there. We met up twice, once in an precarious parking lot at night, and the other at a water park. Classy.
The funniest part was the morning I received a text from him. It read "Please stop texting D***d, you are ruining our relationship and I would appreciate it if you just left us alone." I knew immediately who wrote it because I knew she (his quote "ex-girlfriend") was also in Boise, probably living with him. I threw my phone at the wall and hid my head under the sheets.
Dang, he's good. I was his mistress without even knowing it!
Unluckily for him, I was really into the show Veronica Mars at the time. The following events transpired only because I had watched about three seasons of Veronica fighting crime and being a victim of two-timing is definitely a crime.
I packed my bags, quit my job, got into my car and drove home.
When he called, I channeled my inner Veronica and let him have it. I have never been so proud of my spot-on choice of words/tone/inflection/confidence. I think I scared the hell out of him because I never heard from him after that.
Although, I may have seen him at ISU's homecoming parade last year. I saw someone with dreads smoking a cigarette in front of a bar on center street. We made eye contact, but I figured I wouldn't mess with a dirty hippie. Literally, dirty and a lot shorter than I remember.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
she works hard for her money so you betta treat her right
I've been wanting to do this for a while. People give me a hard time when they find out I still work at Mrs. Powell's and I've learned to purposely keep it a secret. Yes, I have been held captive for almost 7 years, but trust me, I have branched out and have experienced some of the crappiest jobs ever!
The first time I quit Mrs. P's, I was still a senior in high school. After graduation, I got a job at Elmer's diner as a hostess. It wasn't hard initially, but the staff was a little on the hagard side. Oh, and the boss was a witch! I survived about 30 days of smelling cheap perfume and wearing a cheap salmon colored polo purchased from a bin at Albertson's and classy black pants that I refused to wear up to my waist. My boss didn't approve of my "hip huggers." What can I say. I don't abide to 80's attire. Pants that don't outline every detail of your bum are more flattering than the pants they expected me to wear. And sorry, I refuse to wear a one-size-fits all fry sauce colored polo day after day. So I quit and got my job back at Mrs. P's to recover emotionally. It was a traumatizing experience for me.
Then I quit Mrs. Powell's in March of last year (2008). It was time to move on and get a real job at 23 years old. I took a few months off and did other things. I mostly slept in and thoroughly appreciated my sleepy time. I did a lot of stuff for my sister Jenna. She needed a full time personal assistant with all her activities (she was 17), and I had always wanted to participate in the things she was doing (jr. miss, trouveres, plays, recitals, etc) so this helped me experience those things through her. But around August, I was beginning to panic because I was going broke. My friend was currently working at another bakery in town and convinced me to apply. Biggest mistake ever.
I got the job at Geraldine's as a baker. I felt like a Benedict Arnold the entire time, but I needed money. I typically started my shift at 4:30 am and left around 8:00 am. Crazy. I don't remember much about the beginning because I was sleep-working and liked not having to really deal with customers. Just roll, roll, roll. But then the holidays came around. AND, I got engaged. Not a good combination. IT WAS HORRIBLE.
I remember one morning in November I couldn't wake up. I was too exhausted from studying and planning my wedding the night before. I went back and forth in my mind that I should just quit, but I needed every penny I could get. So I went to work 45 mins late and I apologized and carried on. Then later that night, I experienced something I hoped to never experience; my boss called me and chewed me out. She knew I had a lot going on, and we enjoyed working with each other. It totally changes things when you get reprimanded. I should have quit then, but nooo..
I fought through it and held on for dear life. Stupid. Thanksgiving weekend was literally three nights of 12 hour shift torture. TORTURE. Then the morning that I was supposed to take out my endowments, I showed up for work at 5:00 am and no one was there! So I left a note, went home, and went back to bed. Got a call at 6:00 from my boss. Whoops, she was supposed to call me and let me know not to come in til 6:00. Her bad. YEAH her bad. So I rush to work, rush through my work, doing the job of three other people, with a smile on my face, and miraculously left in time to make it to my 10:00 am session in Idaho Falls. I dropped dead when I got home and slept for a solid 14 hours, which didn't even begin to make up for the lost sleep I accumulated up to that point. But it felt nice.
So I took a 2 week break for my wedding (Dec 6th) and got back to the grind and endured the torture of Christmas, which wasn't as bad as Thanksgiving, but it still sucked the life out of me. I started getting less and less hours, and in January my boss "laid me off" due to the economy. I truly don't remember what I said or what she said, but when I hung up, I felt like I had been given a new lease on life. Glory Hallelujah. What a dreadful, horrible experience. Note to future employees: Don't try to work there when trying to do anything else productive with your life, ie-school, marriage, family, etc. They don't mesh well. Lesson learned. Sucks for me.
So, I was thrilled when I was offered a job back at Mrs. Powell's. It's not perfect and the pay isn't anything to brag about. But the morale is incredible and it's nice being treated with respect. Oh and it helps that my boss is like my mother and she treats me like her daughter. It's magical. Even though Geraldine's makes bangin' crescent rolls, Mrs. Powell's is hands down the better business. If I believed in tattooing my body, I would tattoo a cinnamon roll somewhere near my heart to show my appreciation. But since I won't go that route, I'll just work there instead. I start Next Monday at 6:00 am. Can't wait!
The first time I quit Mrs. P's, I was still a senior in high school. After graduation, I got a job at Elmer's diner as a hostess. It wasn't hard initially, but the staff was a little on the hagard side. Oh, and the boss was a witch! I survived about 30 days of smelling cheap perfume and wearing a cheap salmon colored polo purchased from a bin at Albertson's and classy black pants that I refused to wear up to my waist. My boss didn't approve of my "hip huggers." What can I say. I don't abide to 80's attire. Pants that don't outline every detail of your bum are more flattering than the pants they expected me to wear. And sorry, I refuse to wear a one-size-fits all fry sauce colored polo day after day. So I quit and got my job back at Mrs. P's to recover emotionally. It was a traumatizing experience for me.
Then I quit Mrs. Powell's in March of last year (2008). It was time to move on and get a real job at 23 years old. I took a few months off and did other things. I mostly slept in and thoroughly appreciated my sleepy time. I did a lot of stuff for my sister Jenna. She needed a full time personal assistant with all her activities (she was 17), and I had always wanted to participate in the things she was doing (jr. miss, trouveres, plays, recitals, etc) so this helped me experience those things through her. But around August, I was beginning to panic because I was going broke. My friend was currently working at another bakery in town and convinced me to apply. Biggest mistake ever.
I got the job at Geraldine's as a baker. I felt like a Benedict Arnold the entire time, but I needed money. I typically started my shift at 4:30 am and left around 8:00 am. Crazy. I don't remember much about the beginning because I was sleep-working and liked not having to really deal with customers. Just roll, roll, roll. But then the holidays came around. AND, I got engaged. Not a good combination. IT WAS HORRIBLE.
I remember one morning in November I couldn't wake up. I was too exhausted from studying and planning my wedding the night before. I went back and forth in my mind that I should just quit, but I needed every penny I could get. So I went to work 45 mins late and I apologized and carried on. Then later that night, I experienced something I hoped to never experience; my boss called me and chewed me out. She knew I had a lot going on, and we enjoyed working with each other. It totally changes things when you get reprimanded. I should have quit then, but nooo..
I fought through it and held on for dear life. Stupid. Thanksgiving weekend was literally three nights of 12 hour shift torture. TORTURE. Then the morning that I was supposed to take out my endowments, I showed up for work at 5:00 am and no one was there! So I left a note, went home, and went back to bed. Got a call at 6:00 from my boss. Whoops, she was supposed to call me and let me know not to come in til 6:00. Her bad. YEAH her bad. So I rush to work, rush through my work, doing the job of three other people, with a smile on my face, and miraculously left in time to make it to my 10:00 am session in Idaho Falls. I dropped dead when I got home and slept for a solid 14 hours, which didn't even begin to make up for the lost sleep I accumulated up to that point. But it felt nice.
So I took a 2 week break for my wedding (Dec 6th) and got back to the grind and endured the torture of Christmas, which wasn't as bad as Thanksgiving, but it still sucked the life out of me. I started getting less and less hours, and in January my boss "laid me off" due to the economy. I truly don't remember what I said or what she said, but when I hung up, I felt like I had been given a new lease on life. Glory Hallelujah. What a dreadful, horrible experience. Note to future employees: Don't try to work there when trying to do anything else productive with your life, ie-school, marriage, family, etc. They don't mesh well. Lesson learned. Sucks for me.
So, I was thrilled when I was offered a job back at Mrs. Powell's. It's not perfect and the pay isn't anything to brag about. But the morale is incredible and it's nice being treated with respect. Oh and it helps that my boss is like my mother and she treats me like her daughter. It's magical. Even though Geraldine's makes bangin' crescent rolls, Mrs. Powell's is hands down the better business. If I believed in tattooing my body, I would tattoo a cinnamon roll somewhere near my heart to show my appreciation. But since I won't go that route, I'll just work there instead. I start Next Monday at 6:00 am. Can't wait!
Friday, August 14, 2009
my last friday in citrus heights
With less than a week until we're gone forever, I'm trying to think of a good way to sum things up without sounding self-righteous. To say the least, this summer was more for my husband and less for me, and I learned to adapt. Wait, that may have sounded self-righteous.
Anyone who knows me knows that I set goals. I didn't set any goals for the summer oddly enough. I'm not sure why. I think I'm just used to the comfort of my noncritical husband; he wouldn't notice or care if I made any improvements, or make me feel bad for regressing. He would probably secretly criticize me for setting goals, though. So I didn't feel guilty for being a couch potato 24/7, as long as I provided dinner and did the laundry. Easy peasy. Unfortunately, this will inevitably backfire as soon as I conquer real-life. I'm a little socially awkward, okay a lot socially awkward. It doesn't come naturally so when I speak my cheeks may turn bright red. Back to square one. It's not fun if it's not challenging, I guess.
Anyone who knows me knows that I set goals. I didn't set any goals for the summer oddly enough. I'm not sure why. I think I'm just used to the comfort of my noncritical husband; he wouldn't notice or care if I made any improvements, or make me feel bad for regressing. He would probably secretly criticize me for setting goals, though. So I didn't feel guilty for being a couch potato 24/7, as long as I provided dinner and did the laundry. Easy peasy. Unfortunately, this will inevitably backfire as soon as I conquer real-life. I'm a little socially awkward, okay a lot socially awkward. It doesn't come naturally so when I speak my cheeks may turn bright red. Back to square one. It's not fun if it's not challenging, I guess.
Friday, August 7, 2009
I LOVE Kelly Clarkson's new single and other crap
Firsties- I'm happy to have my mac back. well, Taylor's, but he lets me claim it like it's my baby. The charger cord burned up so I went without for almost a week! I almost died of boredom. Secondly-I love yoga. It is kicking my butt, but I have actually done it everyday since last Friday. That's good for me. It makes jogging seem easier, but I have a complex about running by myself early in the morning or at dusk. It's too hot to run in the middle of the day. It was cloudy yesterday so I seized the moment and wimpishly jogged to the park and back. Third- Marshmallows. I think I am addicted. I find myself making rice krispie treats every other day, and sipping on hot chocolate with mallows when the AC causes my toes to turn purple (I have poor circulation.) Fourth- I am loving the band Grizzly Bear a lot. I was a former Grizzly Bear at one time {Gate City elementary alum.} The song "While you wait for the others", and "Two Weeks" are on repeat tonight. Two weeks. Two weeks. Two weeks................