That my friends rock
Me - That's it! Andy sandwich!!
Jess, Liz and me attempt to suffocate Andy in a three way hug
Andy - Dammit, this always happens when I buy new clothes
Kevin - Umm, why does an Andy sandwich need three slices of bread?
Matt - Because there's just that much meat
Seriously awesome
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Decisions and Decisions
Three years ago Responsible me lured Reckless me into chains.
It was simple really
Responsible me promised Reckless me that if she put on those chains just for a teeny tiny short little while, there would be all the travels and adventures she could dream of. And money! There would be money because the traveling would happen in correlation with a job.
She might have also promised beautiful men with handsome accents
And chocolate
Just because she's the responsible part of me doesn't mean isn't still me. Crafty bitch
It's been almost three years now.
In the quiet of the day you can hear the metal cage creaking.
The shackles groaning.
Reckless me is desperate to get out.
The adventures, the beautiful men, the chocolate... they all seem to far away
Too out of reach.
Reckless me whispers in my ear nightly
Whispers tales of immediate adventure
And Responsible me has gotten thin and sickly from taking on too much at once
She tries to voice the logic of the situation
She has charts and graphs
But Reckless me has photos of from past adventures to draw upon
And photos are so much more interesting to look at then graphs
I've never liked graphs
In a surprisingly grown up discussion, The Boy and I discussed the future
Both OURS and THE future
He made a valid point
"If you flee now, you'll have to chew off your arm to get out of the shackles you've placed yourself in
Sure you'll be free,
But you'll also be with only one arm
How far can you get on one arm?"
Damn you logic
Responsible and Reckless are at a mexican stand off
And I am at a loss
It was simple really
Responsible me promised Reckless me that if she put on those chains just for a teeny tiny short little while, there would be all the travels and adventures she could dream of. And money! There would be money because the traveling would happen in correlation with a job.
She might have also promised beautiful men with handsome accents
And chocolate
Just because she's the responsible part of me doesn't mean isn't still me. Crafty bitch
It's been almost three years now.
In the quiet of the day you can hear the metal cage creaking.
The shackles groaning.
Reckless me is desperate to get out.
The adventures, the beautiful men, the chocolate... they all seem to far away
Too out of reach.
Reckless me whispers in my ear nightly
Whispers tales of immediate adventure
And Responsible me has gotten thin and sickly from taking on too much at once
She tries to voice the logic of the situation
She has charts and graphs
But Reckless me has photos of from past adventures to draw upon
And photos are so much more interesting to look at then graphs
I've never liked graphs
In a surprisingly grown up discussion, The Boy and I discussed the future
Both OURS and THE future
He made a valid point
"If you flee now, you'll have to chew off your arm to get out of the shackles you've placed yourself in
Sure you'll be free,
But you'll also be with only one arm
How far can you get on one arm?"
Damn you logic
Responsible and Reckless are at a mexican stand off
And I am at a loss
Saturday, June 11, 2011
My Dreaming Bleeds into My Waking World
I fell asleep unexpectedly.
And dreamnt harder then I have in a while.
The dream started with us unpacking in a hotel in Mexico. The Boy, Jess, Travis and some other friends who were faceless but clearly friends, all vacationing. There was excitement in the air. Yay vacation, yay beach, yay friends. This was our anthem.
Jess and I ran from the room, to play in the water.
And ran into your friends.
I would say "our friends" or even "my old friends"
But let's be honest, they were always "your" friends even before I left your world.
Jess continued out into the water, squealing and splashing the way she is wont to do.
I was frozen
Your friends turned to face me
And broke into smiles
The dream didn't give me specifics of our conversation.
It just left me with a warm feeling
And a nervous one.
Because without ever speaking your name, I asked
and they acknowledged that you were there too.
The dream fastforwarded, one day later... maybe two?
Everyone else had gone to the beach, I ran back to the hotel to change.
I'm not sure why, I'm sure dream me had some good reason.
As I was changing tops, I realized there was someone in the hotel
Turning around, I saw a male I didn't know. He was drunk and belligerent
Words were exchanged, I realized he's intentions were bad.
I started screaming.
Instantly the boy was there.
Like he always is when a hero is needed.
The Boy and the Stranger circled each other.
Blows were exchanged.
But The Boy couldn't hurt the Stranger too badly, even my dreamself knew that mexico police
didn't discriminate between victim and aggressor when it came to disturbing the peace
and The Boy didn't want anything to do with a mexican jail
So we were at an impass
Suddenly I knew, in the way you know things when you're dreaming,
You knew the stranger, and you could control him.
I looked around, at the crowd that was suddenly surrounding us.
And there you were
"Do something!"
Smirk
And just like that, the fight was over.
I'm not sure how you stopped it, the dream didn't care
I just remember you walking away with him
All I could see was your back profile, getting smaller and smaller
The next day was a new one, a fresh one
Travis and I started off towards the beach in excitement
I knew there was no way I wouldn't run into you
And now we had something to talk about
other then the past
But we kept walking
Walking
"Was the beach this far away yesterday"
Maybe
And then there was a pounding from the hotel door
The REAL hotel door.
The one in the waking world
The world I reside in
So I returned to it
Never having made it to the beach
Never knowing what you would have said
And dreamnt harder then I have in a while.
The dream started with us unpacking in a hotel in Mexico. The Boy, Jess, Travis and some other friends who were faceless but clearly friends, all vacationing. There was excitement in the air. Yay vacation, yay beach, yay friends. This was our anthem.
Jess and I ran from the room, to play in the water.
And ran into your friends.
I would say "our friends" or even "my old friends"
But let's be honest, they were always "your" friends even before I left your world.
Jess continued out into the water, squealing and splashing the way she is wont to do.
I was frozen
Your friends turned to face me
And broke into smiles
The dream didn't give me specifics of our conversation.
It just left me with a warm feeling
And a nervous one.
Because without ever speaking your name, I asked
and they acknowledged that you were there too.
The dream fastforwarded, one day later... maybe two?
Everyone else had gone to the beach, I ran back to the hotel to change.
I'm not sure why, I'm sure dream me had some good reason.
As I was changing tops, I realized there was someone in the hotel
Turning around, I saw a male I didn't know. He was drunk and belligerent
Words were exchanged, I realized he's intentions were bad.
I started screaming.
Instantly the boy was there.
Like he always is when a hero is needed.
The Boy and the Stranger circled each other.
Blows were exchanged.
But The Boy couldn't hurt the Stranger too badly, even my dreamself knew that mexico police
didn't discriminate between victim and aggressor when it came to disturbing the peace
and The Boy didn't want anything to do with a mexican jail
So we were at an impass
Suddenly I knew, in the way you know things when you're dreaming,
You knew the stranger, and you could control him.
I looked around, at the crowd that was suddenly surrounding us.
And there you were
"Do something!"
Smirk
And just like that, the fight was over.
I'm not sure how you stopped it, the dream didn't care
I just remember you walking away with him
All I could see was your back profile, getting smaller and smaller
The next day was a new one, a fresh one
Travis and I started off towards the beach in excitement
I knew there was no way I wouldn't run into you
And now we had something to talk about
other then the past
But we kept walking
Walking
"Was the beach this far away yesterday"
Maybe
And then there was a pounding from the hotel door
The REAL hotel door.
The one in the waking world
The world I reside in
So I returned to it
Never having made it to the beach
Never knowing what you would have said
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Epic Fail
I am a self assured, graceful, independent female.
That being said, I am sometimes a klutz and idiot.
And by sometimes I mean a lot.
I found that a big smile and an apology sitting on my lips just waiting to said is usually the best way to get help during those times that I'm not so much independent and more klutz.
Last Monday was one of those times.
It started off badly. The Sunday night before I had spent a few (a lot) merry hours with Jess and Liz. We drank Sangria and giggled. I'm sure we did more then that but the details are fuzzy. In a good way.
So Monday rolled around. But this wasn't just any Monday, oh no, this was the dreaded TAX MONDAY. As in, give me all your money Monday. I had attempted to file my taxes back in February, but due to me being an irresponsible adult I found out that I owed far more on my state taxes then I had planned. So back in February I dutifully filed my federal taxes and made a promise to myself that as soon as I had the money for my state taxes I would pay them and not wait until the last minute as I am prone to do.
So Tax Monday rolls around and I have to get up at the crack of 9am to go mail my taxes. But first to the bank. There I growl at the bank teller, explaining that I need a big ass check made to US Treasury and hurry before I turn around in three circles in the middle of the bank and go back to sleep. Cause I can sleep anywhere.
He prints my check and carefully hands it to me when he is assured I won't bite his hand. I walk out the door.
Then I walk back into the bank.
I explain in a humiliated voice that I meant to have the check made out to the Arizona Department of Reserve. He appears troubled. He looks at me, then the computer for a long time. Then he goes and gets his manager. They talk in hushed voices, then the manager looks at me, then the computer for a long time as well.
It's about this time I realize they think I am trying to scam them.
I attempt to smile winningly at them, but due to the early morning hours it may have been more of a grimace. Either way, they were not reassured.
Once they realize I am not in fact trying to steal money from the bank and that I am in fact just stupid, they change the check and send me on my way.
I go to the post office.
Now first realize that I haven't been in a post office since Ireland. And even before that my relationships with post offices was more aqquantices then personal. So I walk into this dingy building has little resemblance to the soaring timeless bullet ridden post office that I knew. There is a line of course. I grab the first large envelop I see and stuff the necessary paperwork and check into it. It says "express".
Finally it is my turn, I walk up to the portly elderly gentleman behind the counter. I set down my other tax paperwork (I brought it in, knowing I would forget something) and handed him my "express" envelop.
United States Post Office Employee:
Oh honey. Why did you put your taxes in this? This envelop will cost you 18 dollars to mail.
Me: Umm..
United States Post Office Employee:
< rips open offical envelop> We'll just pretend this didn't happen, here fill out the address on this normal envelop.
Then he beings to go through the contents of the envelop. I am slightly offended. What does he think he's doing going through my mail? Isn't there some kind of law against that? My feathers are starting to get ruffled when he says..
United States Post Office Employee:
Oh honey Where is your WW2? You're missing your WW2
Me: Umm. Shit. How could I forget that I'm normally not so.. Oh here it is! < add National WW2 to paperwork to be mailed>
United States Post Office Employee:
Oh honey That's the wrong WW2, you clearly need your state WW2.
At this point he just takes my paperwork from me, goes through every pile and correctly puts it together, all the while making disappointed sighing noise.
I try to melt into the floor.
United States Post Office Employee:
Ok honey, that will be 49 cents.
Me: I only have a card...
United States Post Office Employee:
Don't worry honey. I'll cover it.
United States Post Office Employee:
You know honey, next year you just need to hire an accountant. Someone who will just file your taxes for you. I realize you're 18 and this is your first time but...
I didn't have the heart to tell him I am 25 and normally considered a very capable adult.
Instead I squeaked out my thanks, put my tail between my legs and all but ran out of there.
Just as any strong, self assured independent female would have.
That being said, I am sometimes a klutz and idiot.
And by sometimes I mean a lot.
I found that a big smile and an apology sitting on my lips just waiting to said is usually the best way to get help during those times that I'm not so much independent and more klutz.
Last Monday was one of those times.
It started off badly. The Sunday night before I had spent a few (a lot) merry hours with Jess and Liz. We drank Sangria and giggled. I'm sure we did more then that but the details are fuzzy. In a good way.
So Monday rolled around. But this wasn't just any Monday, oh no, this was the dreaded TAX MONDAY. As in, give me all your money Monday. I had attempted to file my taxes back in February, but due to me being an irresponsible adult I found out that I owed far more on my state taxes then I had planned. So back in February I dutifully filed my federal taxes and made a promise to myself that as soon as I had the money for my state taxes I would pay them and not wait until the last minute as I am prone to do.
So Tax Monday rolls around and I have to get up at the crack of 9am to go mail my taxes. But first to the bank. There I growl at the bank teller, explaining that I need a big ass check made to US Treasury and hurry before I turn around in three circles in the middle of the bank and go back to sleep. Cause I can sleep anywhere.
He prints my check and carefully hands it to me when he is assured I won't bite his hand. I walk out the door.
Then I walk back into the bank.
I explain in a humiliated voice that I meant to have the check made out to the Arizona Department of Reserve. He appears troubled. He looks at me, then the computer for a long time. Then he goes and gets his manager. They talk in hushed voices, then the manager looks at me, then the computer for a long time as well.
It's about this time I realize they think I am trying to scam them.
I attempt to smile winningly at them, but due to the early morning hours it may have been more of a grimace. Either way, they were not reassured.
Once they realize I am not in fact trying to steal money from the bank and that I am in fact just stupid, they change the check and send me on my way.
I go to the post office.
Now first realize that I haven't been in a post office since Ireland. And even before that my relationships with post offices was more aqquantices then personal. So I walk into this dingy building has little resemblance to the soaring timeless bullet ridden post office that I knew. There is a line of course. I grab the first large envelop I see and stuff the necessary paperwork and check into it. It says "express".
Finally it is my turn, I walk up to the portly elderly gentleman behind the counter. I set down my other tax paperwork (I brought it in, knowing I would forget something) and handed him my "express" envelop.
United States Post Office Employee:
Oh honey.
Me: Umm..
United States Post Office Employee:
< rips open offical envelop> We'll just pretend this didn't happen, here fill out the address on this normal envelop.
Then he beings to go through the contents of the envelop. I am slightly offended. What does he think he's doing going through my mail? Isn't there some kind of law against that? My feathers are starting to get ruffled when he says..
United States Post Office Employee:
Oh honey
Me: Umm. Shit. How could I forget that
United States Post Office Employee:
Oh honey
At this point he just takes my paperwork from me, goes through every pile and correctly puts it together, all the while making disappointed sighing noise.
I try to melt into the floor.
United States Post Office Employee:
Ok honey, that will be 49 cents.
Me:
United States Post Office Employee:
United States Post Office Employee:
You know honey, next year you just need to hire an accountant. Someone who will just file your taxes for you. I realize you're 18 and this is your first time but...
I didn't have the heart to tell him I am 25 and normally considered a very capable adult.
Instead I squeaked out my thanks, put my tail between my legs and all but ran out of there.
Just as any strong, self assured independent female would have.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Sometimes I like to dress up..........
We finally had our house warming party... four months too late.
We wanted it to be fun and light, so we made it a "come as your favorite cartoon character" costume party.
Our party was wildly successful.
I dressed up as Daphne from Scooby Doo, I really wanted to spray paint bodhi brown and make him my Scooby. Then I realized he's too protective and would probably try to eat the first male that hugged me. So Bodhi was shipped off to The Boy's mom's house.
After making my costume I made The Boy his. He choose Mighty Mouse. I made the body suit and the underroos, he found the muscle shirt and the cup. Needless to say his costume was a hit.
Jess wanted to do fire nation Katara from the cartoon Avatar. She actually came over and we worked on it together. I forgot how much fun it is to have a girlfriend to sew with. Which I realize makes me sound so 1950's but I don't care. I love sewing. I'm terrible at crafts and not creative at all. But sewing? Material makes sense to me.
I was so thrilled to see everyone's costumes. There was Speed Racer and Meg from Family Guy and Samuria Jack.
But the best part of the party was the next morning. About half of the people stayed the night, sprawled out on couches, curled up on the carpet in corners and sharing beds. As morning light filled the house and insisted we wake up we all gathered to one area, huddled in blankets and clutching water bottles. One of the boys went and got Jack in the Box and brought back breakfast. The smell made Andy vomit, but the rest of us were grateful.
And we sat there for an hour or two. Just talking softly and laughing loudly.
So yeah, I'd call our first party a success.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Familys are Forever... ish
My Mom got married this week.
I found out thanks to facebook.
Well, actually I found out from my brother texting me telling me to look at facebook.
He found out from one of his friends texting him telling him to look at facebook.
Honest to Zeus truth.
To be fair, she had told us kids that she was getting married sometime in the middle of March.
To be fair, she's been saying she was getting married "sometime soon" for six months. How were we to know she meant it this time?
My grandmother is very big into genealogy. When I was young she used to pay me a few extra bucks to read aloud old birth and death certificates while she copied the info onto sheets and sheets of family trees. She would show me furniture around her house and have me recite the ancestors it belonged to. For better or worse she installed a strong sense of the importance of family in me.
So it's weird to suddenly wake up one morning, look at my phone and discover not only do I have a step dad, but also six step siblings. Who I've never met. It would be easy to say it's not a huge deal, I'm an adult, I don't live at home, none of my siblings live with my mother, so nothing has really changed. But my sense of family is disturbed.Will we spend christmas together? Am I expected to remember their birthdays?
Or hell, maybe I should know their names first.
I'm not sure what to do with these new people. I feel like I should reach out, get to know them. I mean, they are family now, right? But what do I say?
"Hey, your dad married my mom. Let's be friends".
Right.
One of my step sisters sent me a facebook request tonight.
Silly me, why didn't I think of that?
In November Tyson got married. That simple act expanded our family by one.
Now our family is even bigger. By a lot.
We're going to need a wider lense
I found out thanks to facebook.
Well, actually I found out from my brother texting me telling me to look at facebook.
He found out from one of his friends texting him telling him to look at facebook.
Honest to Zeus truth.
To be fair, she had told us kids that she was getting married sometime in the middle of March.
To be fair, she's been saying she was getting married "sometime soon" for six months. How were we to know she meant it this time?
My grandmother is very big into genealogy. When I was young she used to pay me a few extra bucks to read aloud old birth and death certificates while she copied the info onto sheets and sheets of family trees. She would show me furniture around her house and have me recite the ancestors it belonged to. For better or worse she installed a strong sense of the importance of family in me.
So it's weird to suddenly wake up one morning, look at my phone and discover not only do I have a step dad, but also six step siblings. Who I've never met. It would be easy to say it's not a huge deal, I'm an adult, I don't live at home, none of my siblings live with my mother, so nothing has really changed. But my sense of family is disturbed.Will we spend christmas together? Am I expected to remember their birthdays?
Or hell, maybe I should know their names first.
I'm not sure what to do with these new people. I feel like I should reach out, get to know them. I mean, they are family now, right? But what do I say?
"Hey, your dad married my mom. Let's be friends".
Right.
One of my step sisters sent me a facebook request tonight.
Silly me, why didn't I think of that?
In November Tyson got married. That simple act expanded our family by one.
Now our family is even bigger. By a lot.
We're going to need a wider lense
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