My sister is awesome in the fact that since I have yet to be able to go home and meet my new nephew she will text me a picture every day. Sometimes I will get 3. I look forward to the picture of the day of Caden in all his adorableness.
At Christmas and in March when my nephew, Caleb, came to visit, he told me that I could just save all my hugs and kisses for the new baby as he didn't need them anymore once the baby came. Well now, he says that I can still hug and kiss him but to make sure that I still hug and kiss Caden too so he doesn't feel left out. I FINALLY am going home tomorrow after work to meet the little guy. I can't wait. I do feel bad though because my Dad took off Thursday and Friday in hopes of spending time with me, only to find out last night that I am staying with my sister tomorrow night and Thursday! Ooops!
My friend Darren gets married on Saturday. I'm super excited for him but I am not excited to be there without my buffer Steph. Steph can attest to the amount that she and I get picked on average by our guy friends from high school. However, without her there, I will get the brunt of everything. Maybe they will just start picking on their wives?!?
I survived Erin's Bachelorette Party last weekend in Kansas City. She made us these awesome shirts for the Royals/Cardinals game that said Team Erin on the front and the Erin's Final Fling in a baseball on the back. Somehow on the way there, we got separated from Erin's car, so everyone was asking us who Erin was. Then apparently when Erin was walking into the game, with the remaining 3 of the party, people were telling her that we already walked in! haha!
We could not have asked for a better day for a baseball game. It was gorgeous! And the Cardinals won, so that's really what is important. I have no idea why I didn't get up and walk around the stadium either as it was my first time there. I guess I just need to go back there and do that.
I knew half of the party people this weekend, which was nice. It sucks to only know the bride going into these things and maybe one person. Erin's coworker was that person, and she said if we didn't like her, she was just going to drink more and make us like her! haha! Most of Erin's friends I had heard stories about at some point, so I felt like I knew them. It was nice to meet them in person though and put a face with a name.
I did feel bad for Erin as she wasn't near as drunk as I think she should have been. She agreed with that earlier in the night so she started doing shots. . . I'm not sure if she got more drunk or not! The weird thing about Erin is that she is marrying one of my guy friends. And Erin and I have talked about how I just assume they don't do anything sexual as that's what I like to think since it's 2 of my friends. She was really surprised when I bought her 2 nighties and some sexy underwear. It's funny when 2 friends get together because you know separately they did stuff with other people, it just becomes awkward I guess when you think about them together doing stuff. . . Anyone else feel this way??
It's like my Grandpa saying today that the reason for my Dad's Doctor Appointment was to refill his Viagra prescription. Thanks Gramps!
I also couldn't believe how many hot, tall guys are in Kansas City. I don't know if they were just in town for the game or not, but DAMN! There were some hotties for sure! I also met a guy from Humoldt who knew my cousins. He graduated in 2001. I should have written his name down as 1) He was cute and 2) I can't even remember to tell my cousins the guy's name. I did ask if he lived here now in hopes I might run into him again out, but alas, he lives in CR. I am sure with enough Facebook stalking I could find him. . .but I only save that for special people.
Speaking of Facebook Stalking, I was goofing off on there and this girl came up on the side as someone I might know. I clicked on her and was like "I don't know her, but the name sounded familiar." Come to find out she's one of my guy friends exes. That's why her name sounded familiar. I also realize there is no way I could ever date this guy friend as I have met several of the girl's he dates, and they apparently all have the prerequisite of being gorgeous.
My friend Meghan finally had her baby! I have yet to see a picture, but I can only imagine how adorable he is!
I am not sure if you're keeping track, but my rambling almost goes in a circle. Much like the stories I tell in person on a regular basis. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby and the baby carriage!
And then the house. . . A year ago, I closed on my house! I can't believe it's been a year. I finally got my plants planted. I had to buy dirt (seriously, I paid money for DIRT!) and some stuff that supposedly keeps ground squirrels away. It better. I hate those things, and they ate my tomato plants last year! Bastards!
I know have a bunch more landscaping stuff to do, but I need help doing it. I'm glad I live 6 blocks from my friend Jeff. He likes to help a damsel in distress, and I really don't mind him wanting to help. I'm sure somewhere there's a trade off, but last time he snaked my drain, I bought him beer and gave him banana bread, and he ended up forgetting it at my house. Sucks for him! :)
Have a great week!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Dreams, schemes, and other things
I don't know why, but lately, I have had some weird dreams. And most of them have all involved me getting married or in love. Which is something that is far from my real life. I do have a lot of friends getting married in the upcoming months, so maybe that's why.
Again, it sucks because I couldn't be there to see him come into this world. But my Mom sent me a picture which I'm pretty sure was right after my sister gave birth so it was like I was there. Thanks Mom. I'll get to meet him in 8 days. I'm not counting or anything. He definitely looks just like his big brother did when he was a baby. So at least he's predestined for cuteness!
Have a great week everyone!
I know that I want to be married someday and really thought it would be before now, but life takes these unexpected turns. Sometimes you have to follow the road you're headed down and when something else comes down it, I guess that's when you take another turn.
The latest dream had me trying to find my soon to be husband the day of our wedding. And do you know where he was at?? Playing basketball with the NBA team he is on, and they were practicing in my high school gym. He said "Wait isn't it bad luck for me to see you before the wedding?" And I said "Isn't it bad luck to be late for your wedding??" I wasn't in my wedding dress yet, so I guess that's good. We leave the gym and are now in a super big hurry trying to make it to the church. But apparently school is still in session because the bell rings and all of these kids are in the hallway. Apparently the hallways in my high school were like 2 miles long too. I'm throwing elbows shouting "Let me through!" as we're trying to walk the opposite direction they seem to be going. It was tough. Finally we get out of the high school.
That's all I remember now. I remembered a lot more when I woke up but now that's all I can tell you about it. Sorry. I know you're really disappointed.
Now the creepy part about my next dream was that the one guy that was in it is good friends with my friend Jamie. He and I are not friends. In my dream on Thursday, Dustin was trying to hit on me in my dream and Jamie was telling me to stay far away from him. That was the gist of the dream.
Now in REAL life on Saturday I was helping my Aunt at an art show at a huge Garden and Landscape Center. I keep looking at the guy and I'm like that's weird. . . that guy looks just like Dustin. I mean, almost identical. It's bugging me soo much and he keeps looking at me like he should know me too. So after about 2 hours, I finally go up to him and say "Dustin??" It was him. The weirder part is that later Rach (my roommie) comes there with her Mom and she says "My friend Dustin works here. I just talked to him!" And I said "I KNOW Dustin too!" How weird is that though that he was in my dream Thursday night, and I run into him on Saturday?!?
Now the funny part is that Dustin and Rachel knew each other in college and Dustin and Jamie have known each other for maybe 4 years which would coincide with Rachel knowing him. How Jamie and Rachel have never met through him is beyond me. The funny part is that Rachel talks about her friend Dustin, and they played volleyball on Thursdays together this winter. The sad part is that this is the 4th person that Rachel and I both know but never knew we both knew that person until we've either ran into them or like they met one of us out. It's weird really. But Rachel and I have known each other for 6 years so it's bound to happen I guess, even if she IS 6 years younger than myself.
My latest scheme really isn't so much a "scheme" as it is, let's slightly stalk a hot guy. And I'm not really stalking him but he happens to bartend on Saturdays at my and my roommie's favorite bars which is also really close to our house. And it's also not my fault that he told me that he works every Saturday and told me his schedule. It is my fault that my roommie and I make sure to go up on Saturdays during his work hours though to grab a drink. I mean, we would anyway, but sometimes we go earlier or later than we normally would just to see him.
The last 3 Saturdays that I've been up there during his shift, I drink for free. Me and whatever girl is with me. He charged my guy friend that was with us but it was like $5, and Neil had like 3 beers, and I don't know how many shots. Now I'm not talking a drink here or there. I'm talking like 3 hours+ of drinking for free. Last Saturday it was just a Bloody Mary and a beer back. But the other 2 was all night. One Saturday, I couldn't even tell you what I drank but I'm pretty sure it was a ton based on how I felt Sunday morning. I did at least 4 shots. And I know for a fact I drank a Bloody Mary and beer back, 2 Captain and Diets, and not sure how many beers. Wait, now what I type what I drank on that drinking binge, it could have easily been what I drank.
But not the point I'm making. . . I keep drinking for free lately. So. . . thinking this might be a good sign, and the fact I do have his number, I texted him on Sunday to tell him that I was making banana bread and to let me know if he wanted some. He always tells me to stop by his house (he lives close to me and he told me where he lived), and so I thought this would be a good step. I didn't want to just stop by. I want to stop by with a purpose. But alas, he never responded. While I am super disappointed, I am really impressed with myself to do that! Especially to a guy I am not friends with but for someone who I know a lot about since he tells me a lot about himself.
My friend Steph had her baby. He is adorable. I can't believe I might not see him though until July. I don't know if I can wait that long. That's the sucky part about living soo far away.
Meghan still hasn't had Gavin. So we wait. . .
But this guy decided he would come into this world on Friday the 13th. :) Well he didn't decide, but my sister's doctor decided she would need to be induced on Friday if she didn't have him before then. He was 8lbs, 4oz and 19 inches long. And it was torture for me because he didn't have a name for over 24hours! If you knew my sister, you would understand why this is weird. They couldn't decide on names so they waited until he was born. Caden James--your aunt cannot wait to squeeze you!
Again, it sucks because I couldn't be there to see him come into this world. But my Mom sent me a picture which I'm pretty sure was right after my sister gave birth so it was like I was there. Thanks Mom. I'll get to meet him in 8 days. I'm not counting or anything. He definitely looks just like his big brother did when he was a baby. So at least he's predestined for cuteness!
Have a great week everyone!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Back into the Swing of things. . .literally. . .
Well. . . I was able to pick my arm up enough to bat. . . so that was good. . . whether I batted well or not is a different story. But according to my favorite Umpire Duane. . . it was a PRACTICE game. ;)
I didn't realize how much I love softball until last night. And maybe it's not necessarily softball but the routine that softball has for us.
It was going to Pal Joey's before the game and the owner saying "HEY! It's soo good to see you again! Bud Light??" And then when we left I waved goodbye and he came out and hugged me and said not to be a stranger. I got a hug. A HUG. haha! We've been going there before and sometimes after games for the last 4 years, so he should remember us. My Father reading this is going to ask if I drop some serious cash there during the summer, but he's been with us there, so I guess he should know the answer to that question. And in case you other folks are wondering, I never drink more than 1 or 2 beers before softball because it's softball and I really need as quick of reflexes as possible as to not get jacked in the face!
Then we get to the field and our favorite Ump Duane gave me a high five and side hug. Then we talked about how awesome my friend Erin who works with him is. . . :) And Erin--he told me what a great time it was travelling with you to San Antonio. I didn't tell him how you told me he was all spiffed up for travel and you were travelling basically in your PJs for your 6am flight.
I think it's the comradery that softball brings too. Most of the teams have been playing out there as long as we have. And other friends play out there at the same time, too, so you just see so many friends and acquaintances. It's just nice. It just feels like home.
Also, Happy Mother's Day to all those Mother's out there! My sister is 50% effaced and 3cm dilated at the moment. She wants to hold off until after Mother's Day and would like him on the 10th-my Grandma Mona's birthday.
My friend Steph is having a C-Section today for her little boy too. She was hoping to go natural, but the baby's shoulders are too big. :(
Meghan is also due any day. I picked today for her in the pool. . . let's hope! :)
My funny Mom story is the call I got on Wednesday morning. I left a message on Tues night asking if we should send my sister a big bouquet of flowers for not only Mother's Day but for Teacher Appreciation week as well. She agreed and then said she had a dilemma and didn't know how to bring it up to me. I asked what it was and well. . . she wants me to quit sending her cards. She can't get herself to throw them away since they are usually sweet or if they are funny, I write something sweet in them, and she just has too many now and just doesn't know where to put them.
Ooh Mommy, I LOVE YOU! :)
Happy Friday and have a glorious weekend!
I didn't realize how much I love softball until last night. And maybe it's not necessarily softball but the routine that softball has for us.
It was going to Pal Joey's before the game and the owner saying "HEY! It's soo good to see you again! Bud Light??" And then when we left I waved goodbye and he came out and hugged me and said not to be a stranger. I got a hug. A HUG. haha! We've been going there before and sometimes after games for the last 4 years, so he should remember us. My Father reading this is going to ask if I drop some serious cash there during the summer, but he's been with us there, so I guess he should know the answer to that question. And in case you other folks are wondering, I never drink more than 1 or 2 beers before softball because it's softball and I really need as quick of reflexes as possible as to not get jacked in the face!
Then we get to the field and our favorite Ump Duane gave me a high five and side hug. Then we talked about how awesome my friend Erin who works with him is. . . :) And Erin--he told me what a great time it was travelling with you to San Antonio. I didn't tell him how you told me he was all spiffed up for travel and you were travelling basically in your PJs for your 6am flight.
I think it's the comradery that softball brings too. Most of the teams have been playing out there as long as we have. And other friends play out there at the same time, too, so you just see so many friends and acquaintances. It's just nice. It just feels like home.
Also, Happy Mother's Day to all those Mother's out there! My sister is 50% effaced and 3cm dilated at the moment. She wants to hold off until after Mother's Day and would like him on the 10th-my Grandma Mona's birthday.
My friend Steph is having a C-Section today for her little boy too. She was hoping to go natural, but the baby's shoulders are too big. :(
Meghan is also due any day. I picked today for her in the pool. . . let's hope! :)
My funny Mom story is the call I got on Wednesday morning. I left a message on Tues night asking if we should send my sister a big bouquet of flowers for not only Mother's Day but for Teacher Appreciation week as well. She agreed and then said she had a dilemma and didn't know how to bring it up to me. I asked what it was and well. . . she wants me to quit sending her cards. She can't get herself to throw them away since they are usually sweet or if they are funny, I write something sweet in them, and she just has too many now and just doesn't know where to put them.
Ooh Mommy, I LOVE YOU! :)
Happy Friday and have a glorious weekend!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
You know you're old when. . .
Well. . . it happened.
I think I've officially become old. And so have my friends. I don't know when it happened. It just did. Apparently as you age, you don't spring back like you used to.
Case in point:
Tuesday night when my friend and I were playing in the monthly euchre tournament. He looks at me at one point, points to his watch and says "It's your bedtime." I laughed, and then realized, Holy Cow, I AM always in bed by 10pm! I may not be asleep yet, but I am in bed. We were one game away from being crowned Champions and were ousted at 11pm. The tournament has never really ever lasted past 10:30, let alone still one more game to play at 11pm! I think there were just some super slow players. I tried to make him feel better by texting him afterwards and telling him how I had to stop and get gas on the way home, and his text reply was "Nice try. I'm still way past my bedtime but I had fun with you!" Then I felt even worse as last night a group of us were getting together to play sand volleyball at 6:30pm, and he texted me at 9pm to tell me he just woke up from his cat nap he took after work. Ooops!!!
So then last night happens. I had to teach Pilates at 5, then was playing sand volleyball at 6:30pm, and then a random girl's night at 7:30pm. Harmless right??
Well Kathy decided since it was nice out we should walk instead of me making her do Pilates. I agreed. Then I went early to volleyball and did a pick up game with some people at 6. Then my friends get there, who I was meeting, and all decide that we should play 3s and 4s instead of 6s. I'm not sure if anyone realizes how much more energy it takes to play 4s. And for some reason I decided to try serving overhand to see if I could. And I was doing pretty good. I was impressed since I haven't played volleyball since October. I also did a "burpie" in the sand. A "burpie" or whatever else it may be called is when you jump straight up in the air, squat, then do a push up. In case you missed it. . . I did it in the SAND. Not what you would call a very secure place to fall down and not move on you. I apparently have also become more stupid in my old age. :)
Fast forward to the pub right after volleyball, where after sitting for an hour, I get up to use the loo and BAM. My quads feel like lead. So I do what any other normal person would do and take long steps with pauses to stretch them out. Completely normal and unattention getting. Also, at the current moment, I'm a little unsure if I'll be able to raise my arm to bat or catch anything at my softball game at 9 tonight.
At the pub (I use pub since it's a bar that serves really awesome English fare food), we for some reason were pretty quiet and tame for a Girl's night. We knew things were going downhill when we started talking Politics. GASP! Politics?? At Girl's Night? I mean, there really is something wrong. We were all pretty tired too but just didn't know why. Then it dawned on us: All other Girl's Nights are on Thursdays. We apparently are too tired on Wednesdays to be peppy and fun! I kept trying to dance to whatever music was on while I was in my chair to no avail.
What made it even more funny was that when Jarrod and Britt got there, Jarrod turned to Britt and said "Ummm. . . I'm not sure what happened, but they are usually a lot more entertaining than this!" haha! I think Britt was pretty bummed. I also find it cute that Britt and Jarrod had a bro-date because their ladies were out. However, Britt went to one theater while Jarrod was waiting for him at the other. Now, keep in mind, they discussed in email which one they were going to. . . and Britt went to the wrong one. We were laughing. Then we asked if they sat by each other because a lot of guys when going to a movie never sit by each other. . . and well. . . they didn't. There was totally a seat in between them.
This also reminds me of a hilarious story that my friend Larry tells about a co-worker. Larry is openly gay. Well, he and this co-worker make plans to go to dinner after work and then to see a movie. The co-worker, another male, says that he'll just meet Larry at the movie after they finish dinner. Well, when Larry gets there, he can't find his co-worker. He calls him and he says "Oh, yeah, I just went ahead and got my ticket. I'm in the theater." So Larry goes into the theater, grabs some popcorn, and finds his co-worker. Well half way through the movie, the co-worker says he has to use the restroom. Larry waits and waits and the co-worker never comes back. Then when the movie is over, Larry sees the co-worker like 3 rows ahead! He didn't even talk to him on the way out or apologize or anything. Hilarious. Maybe you have to have Larry retell the story, but trust me, it was funny! And having met the co-worker. . . even more hilarious.
Okay, back to me being old. Well when 10pm hits and I'm massively yawning, we disbanded. On Girl's Night! Usually with girl's night we say things like "We're going to take it easy tonight" or "Let's just have a few drinks" and the next thing you know it's 12am and you've done like 3 shots and really DO need to go home. We determined that we can't do Girl's Night on Wednesdays anymore since apparently "Hump Day" to us means we need to be in bed early and clearly no alcohol induced humping will be going on because of the crazy shenanigans we have gotten ourselves into.
Happy soon to be the Weekend! :)
I think I've officially become old. And so have my friends. I don't know when it happened. It just did. Apparently as you age, you don't spring back like you used to.
Case in point:
Tuesday night when my friend and I were playing in the monthly euchre tournament. He looks at me at one point, points to his watch and says "It's your bedtime." I laughed, and then realized, Holy Cow, I AM always in bed by 10pm! I may not be asleep yet, but I am in bed. We were one game away from being crowned Champions and were ousted at 11pm. The tournament has never really ever lasted past 10:30, let alone still one more game to play at 11pm! I think there were just some super slow players. I tried to make him feel better by texting him afterwards and telling him how I had to stop and get gas on the way home, and his text reply was "Nice try. I'm still way past my bedtime but I had fun with you!" Then I felt even worse as last night a group of us were getting together to play sand volleyball at 6:30pm, and he texted me at 9pm to tell me he just woke up from his cat nap he took after work. Ooops!!!
So then last night happens. I had to teach Pilates at 5, then was playing sand volleyball at 6:30pm, and then a random girl's night at 7:30pm. Harmless right??
Well Kathy decided since it was nice out we should walk instead of me making her do Pilates. I agreed. Then I went early to volleyball and did a pick up game with some people at 6. Then my friends get there, who I was meeting, and all decide that we should play 3s and 4s instead of 6s. I'm not sure if anyone realizes how much more energy it takes to play 4s. And for some reason I decided to try serving overhand to see if I could. And I was doing pretty good. I was impressed since I haven't played volleyball since October. I also did a "burpie" in the sand. A "burpie" or whatever else it may be called is when you jump straight up in the air, squat, then do a push up. In case you missed it. . . I did it in the SAND. Not what you would call a very secure place to fall down and not move on you. I apparently have also become more stupid in my old age. :)
Fast forward to the pub right after volleyball, where after sitting for an hour, I get up to use the loo and BAM. My quads feel like lead. So I do what any other normal person would do and take long steps with pauses to stretch them out. Completely normal and unattention getting. Also, at the current moment, I'm a little unsure if I'll be able to raise my arm to bat or catch anything at my softball game at 9 tonight.
At the pub (I use pub since it's a bar that serves really awesome English fare food), we for some reason were pretty quiet and tame for a Girl's night. We knew things were going downhill when we started talking Politics. GASP! Politics?? At Girl's Night? I mean, there really is something wrong. We were all pretty tired too but just didn't know why. Then it dawned on us: All other Girl's Nights are on Thursdays. We apparently are too tired on Wednesdays to be peppy and fun! I kept trying to dance to whatever music was on while I was in my chair to no avail.
What made it even more funny was that when Jarrod and Britt got there, Jarrod turned to Britt and said "Ummm. . . I'm not sure what happened, but they are usually a lot more entertaining than this!" haha! I think Britt was pretty bummed. I also find it cute that Britt and Jarrod had a bro-date because their ladies were out. However, Britt went to one theater while Jarrod was waiting for him at the other. Now, keep in mind, they discussed in email which one they were going to. . . and Britt went to the wrong one. We were laughing. Then we asked if they sat by each other because a lot of guys when going to a movie never sit by each other. . . and well. . . they didn't. There was totally a seat in between them.
This also reminds me of a hilarious story that my friend Larry tells about a co-worker. Larry is openly gay. Well, he and this co-worker make plans to go to dinner after work and then to see a movie. The co-worker, another male, says that he'll just meet Larry at the movie after they finish dinner. Well, when Larry gets there, he can't find his co-worker. He calls him and he says "Oh, yeah, I just went ahead and got my ticket. I'm in the theater." So Larry goes into the theater, grabs some popcorn, and finds his co-worker. Well half way through the movie, the co-worker says he has to use the restroom. Larry waits and waits and the co-worker never comes back. Then when the movie is over, Larry sees the co-worker like 3 rows ahead! He didn't even talk to him on the way out or apologize or anything. Hilarious. Maybe you have to have Larry retell the story, but trust me, it was funny! And having met the co-worker. . . even more hilarious.
Okay, back to me being old. Well when 10pm hits and I'm massively yawning, we disbanded. On Girl's Night! Usually with girl's night we say things like "We're going to take it easy tonight" or "Let's just have a few drinks" and the next thing you know it's 12am and you've done like 3 shots and really DO need to go home. We determined that we can't do Girl's Night on Wednesdays anymore since apparently "Hump Day" to us means we need to be in bed early and clearly no alcohol induced humping will be going on because of the crazy shenanigans we have gotten ourselves into.
Happy soon to be the Weekend! :)
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Sooo. .. yeah. . .
I'm just going to say it. . . and well. . . I'm not going to apologize. . .
Donald Trump would make a HORRIBLE President.
Okay, glad we got that out of the way. I'm sorry for who I offended.
Let's get back to more important issues such as things that I've been thinking about and my new random dream.
First of all, I got to thinking about this after a few conversations with some friends and family. I also wanted to state for the record how awesome my friends and family are. I really couldn't ask for better people in my life. Well some of them have been sucky lately, but they don't read this blog and really I am not sure if they are even friends.
But this is the funny situation that came up this weekend that got me thinking:
What happens when your friend(s) keep talking up how awesome someone is and then you meet them and all you're thinking about is "well they seem nice, but not near as cool or awesome as you keep saying they are."
One of my friends had a friend in town this weekend, and I told her awesome he was. And she said "Right?? Whew! Glad you liked him!" She was actually worried I might not. And as my friend Emily said "For an engineer you have an awesome personality. I say this because my brother is one and well. . .it's lacking." haha!
But it's funny when you meet your friends' friends or are introduced in group settings and whatnot. I actually have a "friend" who I think is just one of the most awkward people to talk to, and I can't figure out if I'm the only person they are awkward around. But the thing is, no one and I mean NO ONE has ever said anything to me about it. I've introduced the person to other people too, and I'm not sure if no one else has noticed it or just afraid to say anything. I mean, it's to the point where it's just been soo awkward to talk to this person, that I never really ask this person to hang out one on one for this reason. The person is nice and seems cool, just it's hard to carry on a conversation. And I can talk to anyone. ANYONE. I'm curious to the emails now I might get about this!
As for my dream. . . Again "I COPYRIGHT THIS!" I seriously need to figure out how to do that! haha!
Well my dreamed started off in the land of bliss. I was dating this great guy who looked a lot like Josh Radnor (Ted on HIMYM) and in the dream I seemed madly in love. But then somewhere (and where I am not sure) I was all of a sudden betrothed to Topher Grace (Eric from That 70s Show). I don't know if it was a green card thing or a set-up thing but all of a sudden I was planning my wedding to this guy that I did not love. And Josh kept telling me how much he loved me and wished things could be different but there wasn't anything I could do to not marry Topher. The wedding happens which reminded me much like Muriel's Wedding but neither the groom nor I were happy to be getting married. We fake our way through the wedding reception and try very hard to act in love. Then by the time I wake up we end up in love. Not sure the time span that passed or not. . . but WEIRD.
I had some other random stuff, but it has left me now.
Happy Tuesday!
Donald Trump would make a HORRIBLE President.
Okay, glad we got that out of the way. I'm sorry for who I offended.
Let's get back to more important issues such as things that I've been thinking about and my new random dream.
First of all, I got to thinking about this after a few conversations with some friends and family. I also wanted to state for the record how awesome my friends and family are. I really couldn't ask for better people in my life. Well some of them have been sucky lately, but they don't read this blog and really I am not sure if they are even friends.
But this is the funny situation that came up this weekend that got me thinking:
What happens when your friend(s) keep talking up how awesome someone is and then you meet them and all you're thinking about is "well they seem nice, but not near as cool or awesome as you keep saying they are."
One of my friends had a friend in town this weekend, and I told her awesome he was. And she said "Right?? Whew! Glad you liked him!" She was actually worried I might not. And as my friend Emily said "For an engineer you have an awesome personality. I say this because my brother is one and well. . .it's lacking." haha!
But it's funny when you meet your friends' friends or are introduced in group settings and whatnot. I actually have a "friend" who I think is just one of the most awkward people to talk to, and I can't figure out if I'm the only person they are awkward around. But the thing is, no one and I mean NO ONE has ever said anything to me about it. I've introduced the person to other people too, and I'm not sure if no one else has noticed it or just afraid to say anything. I mean, it's to the point where it's just been soo awkward to talk to this person, that I never really ask this person to hang out one on one for this reason. The person is nice and seems cool, just it's hard to carry on a conversation. And I can talk to anyone. ANYONE. I'm curious to the emails now I might get about this!
As for my dream. . . Again "I COPYRIGHT THIS!" I seriously need to figure out how to do that! haha!
Well my dreamed started off in the land of bliss. I was dating this great guy who looked a lot like Josh Radnor (Ted on HIMYM) and in the dream I seemed madly in love. But then somewhere (and where I am not sure) I was all of a sudden betrothed to Topher Grace (Eric from That 70s Show). I don't know if it was a green card thing or a set-up thing but all of a sudden I was planning my wedding to this guy that I did not love. And Josh kept telling me how much he loved me and wished things could be different but there wasn't anything I could do to not marry Topher. The wedding happens which reminded me much like Muriel's Wedding but neither the groom nor I were happy to be getting married. We fake our way through the wedding reception and try very hard to act in love. Then by the time I wake up we end up in love. Not sure the time span that passed or not. . . but WEIRD.
I had some other random stuff, but it has left me now.
Happy Tuesday!
Monday, May 2, 2011
I apologize. . .
I do hate to get political on my blog and all, but I need to get this off my chest:
I highly doubt the killing of Osama bin Laden was a political move by the president because re-elections are coming up soon. I hate that some people are soo against the president that they would even think that.
If that was the case, don't you think that instead of showing his birth certificate, the president would have just killed him and not even worried about getting his birth certificate out of the storage facility? He could have just made people forget all about the birth certificate by killing him right then, don't you think?!? Or upping up when they killed him and not shown his birth certificate at all? This was a strategic move by the military.
If we are going to talk politics, let's talk about how gas prices all of a sudden dramatically dropped right before the presidential elections. You don't think that was a political move in favor of anyone???
While it was probably politically based to say KILL a terrorist, I guess it was more of a thing that say needed to be done?!?
I'm neither Republican or Democrat (although I do lean more liberal). I vote for people who I feel will do the best job. I have that right because there are awesome people (like my Grandpa, my Dad, my uncles, my cousins, my friends, my friend's brothers) who have fought for that right. There are people who have laid down their lives so that we have the right to that freedom. And these brave soldiers just killed someone who killed Americans on American soil who did nothing wrong but go to work on those days.
I highly doubt the killing of Osama bin Laden was a political move by the president because re-elections are coming up soon. I hate that some people are soo against the president that they would even think that.
If that was the case, don't you think that instead of showing his birth certificate, the president would have just killed him and not even worried about getting his birth certificate out of the storage facility? He could have just made people forget all about the birth certificate by killing him right then, don't you think?!? Or upping up when they killed him and not shown his birth certificate at all? This was a strategic move by the military.
They have been trying to find and kill Osama since 1998 or something like that. 1998.
If we are going to talk politics, let's talk about how gas prices all of a sudden dramatically dropped right before the presidential elections. You don't think that was a political move in favor of anyone???
While it was probably politically based to say KILL a terrorist, I guess it was more of a thing that say needed to be done?!?
I'm neither Republican or Democrat (although I do lean more liberal). I vote for people who I feel will do the best job. I have that right because there are awesome people (like my Grandpa, my Dad, my uncles, my cousins, my friends, my friend's brothers) who have fought for that right. There are people who have laid down their lives so that we have the right to that freedom. And these brave soldiers just killed someone who killed Americans on American soil who did nothing wrong but go to work on those days.
Reasons why I just laugh at my life . . .
Well I've realized that I can only just sit back and laugh at my life now. LAUGH. My roommate and I did that all this weekend although we determined my laugh sounded less happy and more creepy psycho killer, so I guess I need to work on the laugh track.
I also have pinpointed when my life started to just be funny. Not the "haha" funny but the "omg if I don't laugh I might just start crying all the time and then who wants to be around that" funny. It was when my work computer crashed and I lost 2 years worth of everything.
2 weeks ago I went to get an oil change and my tires balanced and rotated. Well that's when I found out that the last people who rotated my tires, stripped my lug nuts and thus they couldn't get them off. They spent 30 minutes trying to get them off. Step in my "knight in shining armour" who is my friend's husband who is also a mechanic. I call him and he says "Don't go to a tire place, I should be able to do that and yes you'll be able to drive back to IL."
Well as I mentioned last week, my check engine light started flashing. Here comes Todd to the rescue to look at my car. Well on Friday I started to notice this burnt rubber smell which I know isn't good, but Todd's coming to look at my car so I don't really worry. After he checks my car, he says "Don't drive this unless it's an emergency until I can fix it. It's misfiring." We switch cars on Saturday, and well what we thought was wrong was just the tip of the iceberg. But luckily, we buy parts and bless his heart, he spends 10.5 hours on Sunday fixing it. So this morning, we were just going to switch cars but alas he said there's another misfiring in a new cylinder. Awesome. I have no idea what this would have cost going to a dealership to fix, but I was buying parts on his discount, so it's saving me some dough. I don't know what he's going to charge me for labor but I do know he always under charges me.
Anyway, on Saturday morning I also found out Dean is engaged. And right after that I started shaking and then went for a 4-mile run. And I should state. . . I almost died on my run. I ran until I thought my legs were going to quit. . . walked. . . and ran some more. I was really down on Saturday. Then was completely fine on Sunday. I shouldn't be surprised either. I mean, he hasn't talked to me since Kickball ended in October. I wrote him a friend break-up email in December that he never responded to. This news shouldn't be a surprise. I never did cry either. I think the main reason I was upset is because well as my Dad said "You fixed him. He had soo many problems, and you fixed him." And he's right. He had a crap ton of issues and I was always there, fixing them. Maybe I'm a fixer. But alas, I'm not near as sad as I thought I would be on Saturday. Dan always stated that he had me on the "hook" and I guess he was right. :) Thanks Dan!
I'm pretty sure the reason he quit talking to me was because of her, but I don't 100% know for sure. I guess (and as I've said numerous times on my blog) not everyone can have as awesome of a wife/girlfriend as my friend Wyatt's wife Kendra. She also reads the blog now and I know I've told her, but I appreciate her awesomeness more than she'll ever know. You want to be happy for people when something awesome like that happens, but I can't be happy because I feel like I've lost a friend. The sad part is this is not the only other guy friend where I can't be happy he's engaged. With the other friend, and it's just not me, he became different. And well, I'm not invited to his wedding either, so maybe that's for the best, since I'm not all that happy for him. But I'm not the only friend who feels this way either, so. . .
On a happy note, my sister is about ready to Pop! I love it. Also in the next few days, Megs and Steph are having their babies. Megs said she was still "baking" as of Friday. Love it! Which also means I lost the bet for when she was going be having Gavin. Oh well!
My nephew also lost his first tooth. Why does he have to grow up?!? I forgot to ask my sister what the going rate was for the Tooth Fairy now. I'll have to call and ask him today. I didn't get to go to his Church Program either yesterday but he did sing me one of the songs. Soo cute!
Happy Monday! It's starting to get warmer! WAHOOOO!!!
I also have pinpointed when my life started to just be funny. Not the "haha" funny but the "omg if I don't laugh I might just start crying all the time and then who wants to be around that" funny. It was when my work computer crashed and I lost 2 years worth of everything.
2 weeks ago I went to get an oil change and my tires balanced and rotated. Well that's when I found out that the last people who rotated my tires, stripped my lug nuts and thus they couldn't get them off. They spent 30 minutes trying to get them off. Step in my "knight in shining armour" who is my friend's husband who is also a mechanic. I call him and he says "Don't go to a tire place, I should be able to do that and yes you'll be able to drive back to IL."
Well as I mentioned last week, my check engine light started flashing. Here comes Todd to the rescue to look at my car. Well on Friday I started to notice this burnt rubber smell which I know isn't good, but Todd's coming to look at my car so I don't really worry. After he checks my car, he says "Don't drive this unless it's an emergency until I can fix it. It's misfiring." We switch cars on Saturday, and well what we thought was wrong was just the tip of the iceberg. But luckily, we buy parts and bless his heart, he spends 10.5 hours on Sunday fixing it. So this morning, we were just going to switch cars but alas he said there's another misfiring in a new cylinder. Awesome. I have no idea what this would have cost going to a dealership to fix, but I was buying parts on his discount, so it's saving me some dough. I don't know what he's going to charge me for labor but I do know he always under charges me.
Anyway, on Saturday morning I also found out Dean is engaged. And right after that I started shaking and then went for a 4-mile run. And I should state. . . I almost died on my run. I ran until I thought my legs were going to quit. . . walked. . . and ran some more. I was really down on Saturday. Then was completely fine on Sunday. I shouldn't be surprised either. I mean, he hasn't talked to me since Kickball ended in October. I wrote him a friend break-up email in December that he never responded to. This news shouldn't be a surprise. I never did cry either. I think the main reason I was upset is because well as my Dad said "You fixed him. He had soo many problems, and you fixed him." And he's right. He had a crap ton of issues and I was always there, fixing them. Maybe I'm a fixer. But alas, I'm not near as sad as I thought I would be on Saturday. Dan always stated that he had me on the "hook" and I guess he was right. :) Thanks Dan!
I'm pretty sure the reason he quit talking to me was because of her, but I don't 100% know for sure. I guess (and as I've said numerous times on my blog) not everyone can have as awesome of a wife/girlfriend as my friend Wyatt's wife Kendra. She also reads the blog now and I know I've told her, but I appreciate her awesomeness more than she'll ever know. You want to be happy for people when something awesome like that happens, but I can't be happy because I feel like I've lost a friend. The sad part is this is not the only other guy friend where I can't be happy he's engaged. With the other friend, and it's just not me, he became different. And well, I'm not invited to his wedding either, so maybe that's for the best, since I'm not all that happy for him. But I'm not the only friend who feels this way either, so. . .
On a happy note, my sister is about ready to Pop! I love it. Also in the next few days, Megs and Steph are having their babies. Megs said she was still "baking" as of Friday. Love it! Which also means I lost the bet for when she was going be having Gavin. Oh well!
My nephew also lost his first tooth. Why does he have to grow up?!? I forgot to ask my sister what the going rate was for the Tooth Fairy now. I'll have to call and ask him today. I didn't get to go to his Church Program either yesterday but he did sing me one of the songs. Soo cute!
Happy Monday! It's starting to get warmer! WAHOOOO!!!
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