Hey Everyone!
This is HILARIOUS!!!
http://youtu.be/rJ8CvfB1tJg
I seem to get a lot of comments sprinkled in by people I don't know in real life. Sometimes it's just a nice comment, and other times its people trying to promote their own blog. I don't mind either way, but I was wondering why, and I think I get it. Out of our circle of blogs, mine is the only public one. I guess I should just be interested in the types of people that view it. *smiles*
Hubby and I went on a date last night. ^v^ It was awesome! When he woke me up, he said there were two viable options, and I could pick between them. Panera Bread + Mystery Location + Movie, or Carraba's + Mystery Location + Movie, with tiny differences between the two. I chose Panera because I haven't been there in forever, and wanted their Cheddar Broccoli Soup, plus I thought that would be cheaper, and allow more time at the mystery location (which turned out to be a book store). It was pretty good, though the cashier decided my sandwich on his own, and I didn't really like what he picked (because I'm not a turkey fan). Then we passed the Container Store (I've wanted to go since we moved here, and never really knew where it was, and I knew hubby wouldn't be interested, but my OCD heart stutters when I see it. It must be like heaven.....<3 and="and" didn="didn" go="go" nbsp="nbsp" p="p" t="t" there.="there.">We went to a Bookstore! Where I found some books I wanted, but decided that if the store was closed after our movie, I wasn't meant to have them, and if it was open, I was. It was open. I got books! :3
The movie we saw was Argo. It wasn't a bad movie, but I'd like Caitikins to see it! There was so much blatant sexism that my jaw dropped! It was set in the 70s, so its understandable, but still.... Another movie we considered was Cloud Atlas, but the summary hubby read to me was boring and sounded like a historical documentary, so I said no. I regret that now, because we saw a preview for it and it looked really really good. A love story across the ages... heh.
Then we went home and cuddled together. It was so cold in the house cause we didn't turn on the heater, so as I turned it on, I ran from the bed my husband was in to the bed that's bigger and warmer. When he found me he tried to get me out of the bed, uncovering me, and tickling me, but I was adamant! And then I was asleep.... Hubby got out of bed for a while, and I think he was studying while eating pie, but I'm not sure cause I wasn't getting up without a good reason!
That good reason turned out to be the bathroom.... I thought for sure I woke him when I left, but he startled awake when I came back and asked where I'd gone. I laughed and didn't tell him. He's so cute!:3
Random thought: Everyone is an actor/actress. Even when you're acting natural, you generally make the decision to act in a way. When you act without thinking, it's considered childish, or unrefined right? I usually choose to act a certain way, so when I do something instinctively it startles me and I get embarrassed. I've caught myself pouting at stoplights, for instance and checking to make sure no one saw me. lol.
On the topic of work, I have a job now! I'm a Security Guard, and I always work the graveyard shift. (X.x);; That means my sleep schedule is constantly confused. That's why sleeping last night was such a bad idea, but I couldn't help it. It was so comfy, and hubby was so warm, and it just.... ahhhh it felt so good to lay with him, since we never get to sleep at the same time anymore. True, I spent most of it in a half-awake/half-asleep haze of dreaming, but it's bliss to be able to lay with a loved one and just BE there. Hap-py! <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">
This video isn't particularly related to my life, I just think it suits the series rather well, and I like the clear storyboard. Plus, the song is sweet.
http://youtu.be/EvDiY1HmziY
Quote of the Month:
Love isn't being unable to live without the other, it's looking at life with them and thinking "Wow, life is infinitely better with them in my life!" than without. ~Jme
Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Copycat
is what I'm going to be, because pineapples and hubby want me to.
Pre-School: I bit a hole in my tongue and it took four adults to hold me down (including my stepdad, but not my mom because she was crying too much and waited outside) while they sewed it back together. It was rough...
Kindergarten: I was in tap dance and ballet and couldn't recognize a beat. I remember asking if I could practice some more, and being told not to worry about it. (I still think I sucked, but Mama was really proud of me at the recital) I later wore the ballet costume for Halloween
1st Grade: I joined cheerleading and tried to make my own cheers. I also wasn't popular with the girls because the guys liked to hang out with me.
2nd Grade: I met my best friend (til 7th grade) and we bonded over both liking Sailor Moon and Michael Telling. We'd boast to each other about what he did to/for us, and be 'secretly' jealous.
3rd Grade: I met my second grade teacher in the hallway and she asked me why I hadn't moved yet (my family had been talking about it and I'd told her back in second grade). I wasn't sure why not, but she gave me this condescending 'Sure, dear' reply. I remember it startled me because I had really liked her a lot. This is also the year I join AIG, and start getting taken out of class to do tests. Then, when I scored really well, another girl punched me in the stomach because she 'was supposed to be the best'.
4th Grade: (I moved in the middle of third grade to Hoke county) I refused to be mean to another girl (who ended up actually being really weird) in third grade, but in fourth grade, I made two new friends Skye and Sierra. Skye had a build like me, but Sierra was tiny, and we all got along really well.
5th Grade: I got out of class early to go fold the flag every day. This is also the year that a guy (class clown, and generally really annoying, mean guy) professed to like Sierra and wouldn't leave her alone. I remember I ended up slapping him when he started screaming in my face (literally, just screaming, because he thought it was funny), and he told the PE teacher. He took me aside and asked me why, and when I explained it, he just warned both of us. Note: It became a game among the girls to either slap him, or threaten to if he didn't leave them alone. He didn't tell on anyone else.
6th Grade: Middle school! ...I joined the volleyball team, and met up with some neighbors a year older than me. They were really cruel, and would pretend to be nice to confuse me. I never really did anything back because I couldn't understand them.
7th Grade: I remember a joke going around about a guy that I liked and me having 70 kids together when we grow up. This made my friend Amanda cry (she liked him too), and she completely blamed me, saying I had betrayed her. The other girls took her side, and it took a while for the drama to die down, even though he and I were only ever friends. I also ran for School Government, and Amanda and I shared the position because the school announced Amanda won, but the Government said that I did.
8th Grade: In volleyball I and two other girls with names that started with J became starters, and the coach called us her 'Three Js'. When we wore our uniforms one day someone took the large shorts I normally wore and I had to wear tight ones. A lot of guys noticed, and one or two girls confronted me, saying "Don't you think you need a larger pair of shorts?" but they backed off when I explained the situation. Another memory of this year that tends to make me cringe: I made friends with a REALLY unpopular girl, and when the school called her up at an awards ceremony, people actually booed at her. When we got back to the classroom, I threw a Harry Potter Book (I think it was the third one) at one of the guys I KNEW started the booing. It hit his upper thigh, and when he told the teacher, without missing a beat, she said that if I had done it, then he probably deserved it. I think that shocked him and me equally (I was prepared to get sent to ISS). I also took High School level Math, got confessed to by a guy that I pity-dated for a few days before him giving me gifts made me call it off, and was in Battle of the Books (all through middle school, actually).
9th Grade: I'm not sure if this was ninth or tenth grade, but I remember writing a story where I admitted my mother was originally white trash, and read it out loud. It completely stunned the entire class, including the teacher (I was her best student) and there was silence before a really amazed round of applause. That got me a lot of respect from everyone though. This is also the year I made a LOT of friends in pretty much EVERY social circle, and joined marching band (I had been in band throughout middle school) as well as the volleyball team. I also broke my ankles (I only knew I broke the one in the cast) in a bomb threat.
10th Grade: I joined the Females Weightlifting Class and overheated everyday. It became normal for everyone in Band to see me practicing flute or the Pit instruments with a bag of ice balanced on my head. My mom tried to help me become fashionable, but actually ended up getting me clothes that were too big (because of my chest), and didn't help at all. I became too embarrassed to wear them.
11th Grade: NCSSM! I stopped practicing flute, I learned how stupid I could be, and I stopped getting adequate sleep. I remember this year as drama-filled, and I was incredibly glad to have my three best friends with me while people blamed me for things that had to be done because lives were involved. I still think if I had been sleeping properly, I could have done so much better there.
12th Grade: This was the year that I refused to be involved in drama. When I felt my boyfriend was taking too much of my time, and worried me with how devoted he was (I had never seen such devotion in someone our age, let alone directed at me!), I broke up with him. I remember taking my sister to prom with me, and getting back together with my now hubby right after prom. He influenced my decision to go to NC State (because he would be there), when I got rejected from my first choice.
.....It's amazing how if you focus, the memories start flooding back. Now I rather wish I hadn't done this. I like letting the past be. There's a ton of things I now want to add to each year, but it's only supposed to be one memory (and I've already broken that). I think its interesting how I focused on the people around me, instead of anything else. heh. ....
Pre-School: I bit a hole in my tongue and it took four adults to hold me down (including my stepdad, but not my mom because she was crying too much and waited outside) while they sewed it back together. It was rough...
Kindergarten: I was in tap dance and ballet and couldn't recognize a beat. I remember asking if I could practice some more, and being told not to worry about it. (I still think I sucked, but Mama was really proud of me at the recital) I later wore the ballet costume for Halloween
1st Grade: I joined cheerleading and tried to make my own cheers. I also wasn't popular with the girls because the guys liked to hang out with me.
2nd Grade: I met my best friend (til 7th grade) and we bonded over both liking Sailor Moon and Michael Telling. We'd boast to each other about what he did to/for us, and be 'secretly' jealous.
3rd Grade: I met my second grade teacher in the hallway and she asked me why I hadn't moved yet (my family had been talking about it and I'd told her back in second grade). I wasn't sure why not, but she gave me this condescending 'Sure, dear' reply. I remember it startled me because I had really liked her a lot. This is also the year I join AIG, and start getting taken out of class to do tests. Then, when I scored really well, another girl punched me in the stomach because she 'was supposed to be the best'.
4th Grade: (I moved in the middle of third grade to Hoke county) I refused to be mean to another girl (who ended up actually being really weird) in third grade, but in fourth grade, I made two new friends Skye and Sierra. Skye had a build like me, but Sierra was tiny, and we all got along really well.
5th Grade: I got out of class early to go fold the flag every day. This is also the year that a guy (class clown, and generally really annoying, mean guy) professed to like Sierra and wouldn't leave her alone. I remember I ended up slapping him when he started screaming in my face (literally, just screaming, because he thought it was funny), and he told the PE teacher. He took me aside and asked me why, and when I explained it, he just warned both of us. Note: It became a game among the girls to either slap him, or threaten to if he didn't leave them alone. He didn't tell on anyone else.
6th Grade: Middle school! ...I joined the volleyball team, and met up with some neighbors a year older than me. They were really cruel, and would pretend to be nice to confuse me. I never really did anything back because I couldn't understand them.
7th Grade: I remember a joke going around about a guy that I liked and me having 70 kids together when we grow up. This made my friend Amanda cry (she liked him too), and she completely blamed me, saying I had betrayed her. The other girls took her side, and it took a while for the drama to die down, even though he and I were only ever friends. I also ran for School Government, and Amanda and I shared the position because the school announced Amanda won, but the Government said that I did.
8th Grade: In volleyball I and two other girls with names that started with J became starters, and the coach called us her 'Three Js'. When we wore our uniforms one day someone took the large shorts I normally wore and I had to wear tight ones. A lot of guys noticed, and one or two girls confronted me, saying "Don't you think you need a larger pair of shorts?" but they backed off when I explained the situation. Another memory of this year that tends to make me cringe: I made friends with a REALLY unpopular girl, and when the school called her up at an awards ceremony, people actually booed at her. When we got back to the classroom, I threw a Harry Potter Book (I think it was the third one) at one of the guys I KNEW started the booing. It hit his upper thigh, and when he told the teacher, without missing a beat, she said that if I had done it, then he probably deserved it. I think that shocked him and me equally (I was prepared to get sent to ISS). I also took High School level Math, got confessed to by a guy that I pity-dated for a few days before him giving me gifts made me call it off, and was in Battle of the Books (all through middle school, actually).
9th Grade: I'm not sure if this was ninth or tenth grade, but I remember writing a story where I admitted my mother was originally white trash, and read it out loud. It completely stunned the entire class, including the teacher (I was her best student) and there was silence before a really amazed round of applause. That got me a lot of respect from everyone though. This is also the year I made a LOT of friends in pretty much EVERY social circle, and joined marching band (I had been in band throughout middle school) as well as the volleyball team. I also broke my ankles (I only knew I broke the one in the cast) in a bomb threat.
10th Grade: I joined the Females Weightlifting Class and overheated everyday. It became normal for everyone in Band to see me practicing flute or the Pit instruments with a bag of ice balanced on my head. My mom tried to help me become fashionable, but actually ended up getting me clothes that were too big (because of my chest), and didn't help at all. I became too embarrassed to wear them.
11th Grade: NCSSM! I stopped practicing flute, I learned how stupid I could be, and I stopped getting adequate sleep. I remember this year as drama-filled, and I was incredibly glad to have my three best friends with me while people blamed me for things that had to be done because lives were involved. I still think if I had been sleeping properly, I could have done so much better there.
12th Grade: This was the year that I refused to be involved in drama. When I felt my boyfriend was taking too much of my time, and worried me with how devoted he was (I had never seen such devotion in someone our age, let alone directed at me!), I broke up with him. I remember taking my sister to prom with me, and getting back together with my now hubby right after prom. He influenced my decision to go to NC State (because he would be there), when I got rejected from my first choice.
.....It's amazing how if you focus, the memories start flooding back. Now I rather wish I hadn't done this. I like letting the past be. There's a ton of things I now want to add to each year, but it's only supposed to be one memory (and I've already broken that). I think its interesting how I focused on the people around me, instead of anything else. heh. ....
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Being a Mother
Because apparently once you're married, you seem to constantly have the specter of "Next is kids...." like in that old chant. You know, "First comes love, next comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!" O__O I'm on a birth control nearly guaranteed to keep me from having kids for the next three years. (It has also slightly altered my personality and moods...but that'll be fixed once I'm off of it.... And that's not to say these changes are what will happen once I *am* pregnant....RIGHT?!?!?!) I sincerely wish I could stop thinking about children.
I miss my family, the kids crawling all over me, the constant weird hugs, and (I don't miss this....) the drama. I'm used to seeing my family more often than this, at the very least. It's weird to realize that I actually miss those brats (my siblings).
But yeah, I think that contributes to my wish for kids. Because I don't have little ones running around reminding me of why I don't want them.
Something else: I'm frickin' motherly. It even stands out to me. I just asked my husband "Have you finished your homework?" in an interrogating voice, like saying you can't have dessert before dinner. It made me stop and think for a minute. 'Damnit! I sound like a mom!' Hubby's response didn't really help: You'll be a good mother. *smirk* Of course my response was great: Of course I will. They will equally fear and love me, as it should be!
....I'm not sure why I'm so tired, but I'm going to stop this post here. Comments are appreciated, even though I can't damn respond to anyone else's blog.....
I miss my family, the kids crawling all over me, the constant weird hugs, and (I don't miss this....) the drama. I'm used to seeing my family more often than this, at the very least. It's weird to realize that I actually miss those brats (my siblings).
But yeah, I think that contributes to my wish for kids. Because I don't have little ones running around reminding me of why I don't want them.
Something else: I'm frickin' motherly. It even stands out to me. I just asked my husband "Have you finished your homework?" in an interrogating voice, like saying you can't have dessert before dinner. It made me stop and think for a minute. 'Damnit! I sound like a mom!' Hubby's response didn't really help: You'll be a good mother. *smirk* Of course my response was great: Of course I will. They will equally fear and love me, as it should be!
....I'm not sure why I'm so tired, but I'm going to stop this post here. Comments are appreciated, even though I can't damn respond to anyone else's blog.....
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