I am nothing. . .if not weird. . .

Why on earth I looked to the side of my blog, I'll have no idea. . . but I noticed in 2007 I wrote 35 blog posts and I started in July of that year!

Then I was a Rockstar in 2008 and wrote 131 blog posts. I mean, that's almost 11 a month!!

Then in 2009. . . a 72. . . not sure why I didn't like blogging. . .

2010--26.

Woah.

Did funny things just quit happening to me once I got older?? Like I hit 30 and the universe was like "Well, we might as well put a fork in her. . .she's done."

I wonder if my goal in 2011 is to write about anything that I find amusing because really nothing funny has apparently happened to me.

This blog isn't even really funny right now, but well. . . I had to write something so I can beat 26.

Please Help!!!

In August 2009, my dear friend passed away. At this same time, they asked for donations for our local Library so that we could make it handicap accessible and so that they could add on a children's wing in her name.

Well they are now $200,000 short of the goal to start raising money. I grew up in a small town of 4,000 people and we are in 2nd place in this sweepstakes.

Please, if you can in the next 12 days of the contest go to Reader's Digest and vote for my small town. My Hometown is Fairbury, Illinois and we're currently in 2nd place.

Put this on your twitters, your blogs, etc. This will greatly help us.

This is from Josie's family:

So many of you generously donated to Josie’s memorial so that there will be a Young Children’s Reading Room named in honor of Josie at our local Dominy Memorial Library. But we do not yet have the funds needed to start the renovation and addition. Please open the attachment and read about how you can help us earn a $40,000 grant from Readers Digest by voting as often as 10 times a day over the next months. Please go to the Readers Digest Website and log on. Pass this on to all those you know who would be interested in supporting our cause. With your help, you can help us to realize this goal.



Connie, John, John Dunnett, Jessica, Trafton, and families


We're almost out of 2nd place, so any help is appreciated! :)

Thanks!!

-A

Really?? It's Christmas??

I feel like I am just a Negative Nelly when I type on my blog but in real life am a pretty happy person. I wonder why that happens.

I'll start with the bad. I broke up with a friend this week. It's weird. I've never done that before, but really, I needed to I think for my sanity. From the last post, you know that the person kept coming up on my Facebook. I texted. Never heard anything. Then on Monday I texted and said "Hey old friend who never responds back, I hope life is treating you well." And still nothing.

I know sometimes I might be bad with returning phone calls or texts and everything, but I always try to in a week at least. Especially if it's a friend I'm bad about doing that with. I guess mostly, I am the friend that is good at keeping in touch with everyone, but when you live in the same town as the friend, responding is usually a must in a few days. So basically, I broke up with a good friend who lives in the same town as me because he can't seem to respond to anything. And I didn't do anything. I would like to blame it on his girlfriend, but my other guy friends while we might not hang out, still talk to me even when their girlfriends might not like me or like them hanging out with their girls who are friends.

I also gained a new guy best friend. Well we've been quasi friends for like 4 years, but this week he told me I'm one of his best friends and he'd hate to do anything to ruin that. That made me feel pretty good. Thank you for making me feel awesome. :)

There's a whiskey here called Templeton Rye. You can get it in IL as well, but it's super hard to get it here. This morning I went to get it at a grocery store at 8am when the shipment came in. There were 60 bottles and I was #57 with my ticket. Some people had been there since 5:30-6am. It was like Black Friday for hard to find whiskey. Fun times! :)

I love the holiday season. For my family, it's never been about the presents. It's always been about spending time with family. I guess that's what happens when you live 7 hours away from your extended family. Family has always been important to my family and I'm very thankful for that.

My parents and sister asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I realized that somewhere like in college, Christmas quit being about the latest gadget and cool thing but what I needed as opposed to wanted. So now that I am a homeowner, I asked for things like electric screw drivers, a weed eater, snow blower, etc. Things I needed but too lazy to go and look for when I could just borrow them from a neighbor the few times I needed them. But my Mom said I had to put down something fun at least and then I realized my perfume levels were getting low so I asked for perfume. Man. . . I guess that proves I'm old.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to those who don't celebrate Christmas!

Facebook--it's the devil

I'm pretty sure Facebook is possessed.

I mean really.

It's a great tool that can help you to stalk people. . . I mean. . . check up on people that you haven't seen in a long time.

But then you like someone so you keep looking at their page all the time and see what they're up to. Or you go back and look at pictures from 2 years ago.

Or you log on and are minding your own business and the guy that you're no longer seeing pops up with a new pic of the girl he's seeing and who he said he's been seeing for a month but really has been seeing her for 6 months unbeknownst to you. So then you delete him since you find out what a lying bastard he was. (Because really you deleted his phone number the day he broke up with you.) Maybe that's also why Facebook is awesome because you can tell when someone is lying to you. Oh yeah, I'm not going out. . . just staying in. . . and then they pop up in pictures from that night. :)

Anyway, I think my Facebook is possessed. I have this person on my Facebook that I almost deleted but my friends talked me out of it. We both live in the same town. We have a ton of friends in common. We still play sports together. We were friends. We were best friends. We were tight. We could read each other's minds. I'm not joking. It was scary. But then he started dating someone who obviously can't handle him being friends with me. So we don't talk anymore. We are in 2 sports leagues together and barely talk. He doesn't even hang out with the team like he used to. He's moved in with her and apparently isn't allowed to do things like that. I'm not blaming her. I mean I am, but it's more his fault for allowing someone to tell you what you can or cannot do--who you can or cannot be friends with. But he keeps popping up on the side of my Facebook as someone I need to tag in a picture. Or someone who is in my pictures. It's like Facebook knows that we aren't friends anymore and live in the same town.

I have to let things go. I have to let people go sometimes. I have to let him go. It's just hard because I'm a caring person, and it's hard for me to stop caring for someone. But I guess I have to. But I think that means not including him in our sports' teams too. I can find another good athlete hopefully. :)

On a positive note, in May, I am going to be an Aunt 3 times. One for my sister, one for my friend Meghan, and one for my friend Steph! I'm super excited.

Also, my nephew told my sister that I love him more than she does. She asked him why he thought that and he told her "She just does. And she tells me that." haha! I'm sooo looking forward to corrupting another one! :)

yo, Yo, YO!

I couldn't think of a title so that's what you get.

I'm busy. I can't tell you what I've been up to (not that it's a secret mission or anything) I really just can't tell you why I've been so busy, but I have been!

I was talking to my friend's boyfriend on Friday night and he asked me what I had been up to since the last time I saw him. And I couldn't tell him. I was like "Well, I've been doing stuff. Not sitting on my couch but really I can't tell you what I've been up to!" Is that sad?? I've been too busy being busy! I teach Pilates on Tues/Thurs now at 5pm. I finished all my sports 2 weeks ago. Not sure what has happened.

My roommate moved in a few weeks ago too. We've had some fun for sure. And I'm enjoying having someone there. I was sick yesterday and she made me soup. While I talked to her in the kitchen. haha! She even folded the towels I left in the dryer. Oops! And she felt bad that she took them out. I told her anytime she wanted to fold my laundry, to not feel bad. She has also taken me twice to parties so I wouldn't have to worry about my car in the morning. Can you say awesome?!?

We had my friend Mike's F*Cancer Bar Crawl. He's been cancer free for 4 years. He said something smart ass to me and I said "Really, Mike. Well it's not Fuck Cancer. . . it's Fuck you!" And everyone started laughing at the burn and then he said something along the lines of wishing cancer had taken him. . . then saw the look on my face and retracted. He said "too soon?!?" I will let him go with the comment. I know he was joking. In the picture, I'm wearing my pink ribbon shirt and Josie's earrings. Very appropriate. Sarah made Bandanas that said "Cancer Sucks", "F* Cancer", and "Team Mike." They were cute.

We drank a little too much. Some of us started drinking watching the IA game at 11am. That wasn't me. . . but others did. I went up to Gramps, or I would have probably been drinking along with them. . . let's not lie. Surprisingly, all but my roommate lasted until almost 2am. . .when the clocks fell back. I'm really proud of all of us old people being able to last that long. :)

I also got to see the hot bartender that I have a crush on. So that was nice. Overall great weekend. Sunday, I woke up from my nap sneezing. And now I have a horrible cold. Or influenza of some sort. I am not a sick person, so I am absolutely bad at being sick. I just don't do it. I did sleep a lot yesterday, which was helpful.

I will try and have more insightful and meaningful posts soon! :)

Sorry

I'm sorry for the last post. . .

I think having to be the captain of our sand volleyball league and our kickball team for the last 3 years, is finally getting to me. I'm sick of having to organize the team, send out the schedules every week, and having to find people when other's can't show up.

I want to be carefree when I play my sports. :)

Back to my regularly scheduled programming in a bit . . .

An Experiment

I know there are social people who read my blog.

So I'm posing an experiment:

I am not going to call anyone to hang out nor plan anything and see if someone else does it.

I don't know what it is, but I'm getting super sick of always having to be the person that does the calling. And then when I make comments about how I wanted to go out but didn't since no one had called me, the friends get mad because I should have called them. I'm sorry but I am not going to magically know you were sitting at home doing nothing and want to do something unless you tell me.

I mean, the phone works both ways, right??

I'm just sick of always having to be the one to call people and plan to do things.

Granted on Friday, someone else did the planning. And it was great!! Doing the corn maze at night and then going to a dive bar in a super small town was awesome. I did suggest doing a corn maze at some point, but they actually did the plans. And playing quarters. And then having the owner of the bar across the street give us a hard time about not coming to his bar. And then him buying us a pitcher after we promised next time we would go to his bar. And then him playing quarters with us. That was awesome. And we were only going to stay until midnight. We left the bar at 2am. Good times!

Thank you for letting me vent. Maybe I'm getting grouchy in my old age. I don't know. I just realized that I always do such a good job of keeping in contact with people, and I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one making the effort lately. And I've been busy, so it's been hard to do!

Has anyone else tried doing this?? Maybe I'll just end up with no more friends. Which is fine. I'll just invest in some cats. Mike thinks I should do that anyway. It's a good start to being an old cat lady.