Showing posts with label A little something about me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A little something about me. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Parents

People ask me allll the time how I got to be so smart and worldly. Did you catch the sarcasm?

I just tell them I got it from my parents.


I  made a "that's what she said" joke to my Mom the other night- not that I usually do, that's SO 2007, but she just set it up so perfectly. Then she didn't get it and asked if I was making a sexual joke. So I suppose it is, and say yes. Then she gets mad and says that I shouldn't say that kind of stuff to my mother. Then I say, HELLLOOO I know you watch the Office!!


She had never "heard" it before. I put it in "" because she does watch the show but had never caught onto it. *headsmack*  She didn't even believe me until we watched a recent episode- which I wouldn't even think one of those jokes would be on because they cut them back, but sure enough it was. And she missed it. Again.

*headsmack*


And for my oh so wise and observing father discovered in Australia while he was reading a sign that "UGG Australia" is not pronounced U-G-G Australia, but "ugg". He had never heard of them before.

*headsmack*







Yep, the apple sure doesn't fall far from the tree.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Gettin' mo and mo white trash evry dai

So I haven't washed my car in probably nine months. And thats with driving to and from Utah and all the summer dust.


Today while I was filling up my car, I decided it was too dirty for my taste and therefore began to squee-gee  my car. No, not the windows, but my car.


And I was only slightly embarrassed. 


And now my car has squee-gee marks all over it. 





I blame my mother. She always has my dad put her car through the car wash because it intimidates her, so of course, I followed suite. 







PS. I just started watching Modern Family and Parks and Recreation. I'm obsessed. I tried parks and rec when it first started and didn't like it, but man oh man, was I wrong. And if you have netflix both seasons are on instant. Cha-ching!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Like Nobody's Watching.




I've always wanted to be graceful, to have the grace, balance, and confidence of a dancer.

I was even in a tap class when I was really little. I could've been a star I tell ya'!

buuut I thought the class was too long so I made my mom let me quit?



So the other night I told my sister that sometimes I may or may not leap around the kitchen when everyone else is asleep pretending that I'm a ballerina.

And then I demonstrated.


And she began laughing uncontrollably. 


And then she got in trouble for making so much noise. (She hiccups when she laughs. Loudly.)


And my butt ached.


And so did my pride.

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But I still spin around and leap across the room sometimes. Cause in my head I'm still a ballerina.


And a princess.


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Crabbay- Laday

I guess I'm extra cranky today or something, cause I find myself muttering about pretty much everything that crosses my path.

but back to why I felt a need to write a post despite my crankyness.

Did I ever tell you guys that pretty much everyone thinks I'm Mexican? Like not that that's a bad thing, but for heavens sake I'm JAPANESE AND ENGLISH. There is NO spanish-speaking country blood in me. Some one has even guessed Italian.

A Mexican from Mexico even came up to me speaking spanish. No Commrendo Senior. I took FRENCH in high school. 

Okay well since my Dad is white and my mom is FULL Japanese (Yes, I am HALF AND HALF) wow my crankiness is sure coming out in capital letters.... whenever we go places, no one every thinks my Mom and Dad are together. But they usually ask if they are together at least.

Sooo today I was in line getting lunch at the cafeteria and this lady comes up to me asking in Spanish if I spoke it, at least I can only assume cause I heard something that sounded like espanole in her question. I smiled and said no. 

Then she stood in line next to me. Like RIGHT next to me. Ummm, personal space lady? Every time the line inched forward she would still move up right next to me. In a couple of minutes her daughter(?) came up and started talking to her in spanish. 

blah blah blah, so I get my food and the lady at the register is confirming what I ordered and then she starts confirming the people's order behind me. I was kinda confused. Was she doing our orders simultaneously?

Then I realized she was combining our orders. Like really? REALLY?!? You didn't even ask if we were together? You just automatically put our orders together? We aren't even descended from the same CONTINENT! ughhhh (Okay I was already irritated at this place because they didn't have like ANY of the veggies they were supposed to have. lame.) 


I called my mom and told her and she was just laughing at me.


Maybe I should take a few spanish classes and start telling people I'm mexican. Even though I don't think I even look mexican. what ev's. 

This is my confused face.

Okay, I think I'll go take a nap now. Maybe I can sleep off my crankiness. 

PS. I don't think there is anything wrong with being Mexican. Overall they are a beautiful people and country. It just gets a little old that I am constantly assumed to be mexican, when I am not. And yes, I do realize that I don't look Japanese OR English either. Guess I'll always be a mystery till you ask. Or read this.



Update: Okay no nap yet, but I did just watch a wedding video from a couple that was in my ward. Now I'm all smiles ;)

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Bicycles

Okay, so you know how everyone has warm and fuzzy memories from their carefree days of childhood, roaming outside, racing down the streets on the bikes, etc, etc?





Well, now I know you guys might be shocked to hear this about me, but I had a few accidents on my bike when I was younger, despite my cat-like reflexes.


Why am I telling you this? Well, I was walking back from my class today and I realized that I cringe on the inside every time a bike passes me. Now, it's not the "oh crap I have my head phones in and didn't even hear that bike coming up behind me" reaction (Though that happens to me too) or the "What the? Hey biker, try not cutting me off next time because I just saw my life flash before my eyes" reaction either (though, this too happens to me).


I've had too many incidents with bikes (first grade I fell, blacked out, and half of my face skid across the concrete, fifth grade I fell face first, got a few stitches on my lip and gum and broke half of my front tooth which has resulted in two root canals, and a few other more minor accidents)** that anyone going at what seems fast, freaks me out, for their sake. 


Do you ever feel weirdly scared for other people when they are doing seemingly everyday stuff that freaks you out??


**I'm a totally grandma on a bike now-- last time I rode when was a couple of years ago in the Netherlands I think, on these cobbled roads by a river that was totally pretty but I was so paranoid of falling that I went about a mile an hour.  

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Girls and Hair


Why is it that whenever us girls grow out our hair, we have the strongest urge to cut it all off?

.... and once we give in and cut it all off, we instantly want to grow out again?

Why is it that we constantly want to wear our hair differently than it is naturally? (different color, straightened or curled, etc)


...What I am really asking here is, why do I always want to switch my bangs to side bangs every few months, even though I always go back??
Example A:


Currently I am wearing my straight hair curly, and my full bangs to the side. (Please excuse the messiness of it. It's been a long day.)

PS. Do any of you have any tips for relaxing my curls in the morning (they are ones I sleep in) so that my curls look more like above, than below? Don't get me wrong, Shirley Temple *rocked* that look, *I* just can't pull it off. And it kinda sucks that it only looks alright AFTER all my classes when I am stuck in my room doing homework.


Thursday, June 10, 2010

Sleep

Confession: Okay, I'm all about sleeping in, but since the semester ended a few weeks ago my sleeping schedule has gotten cuh-razy. Pretty much I have been staying up till at least 3, closer to 5 (:30).

I mean, what the?

And this has been leading me to sleep in very, very late. I'd disclose the times, but I am a bit too embarrassed to say. Especially the time I woke up today. I was horrified when I looked at the time. Whoops!

So any tips to get my sleeping schedule back on time? Try to go to sleep a little earlier and then wake up way early so that I am tired for the next night? I was intrigued by Natalie's post about Trader Joe's Melatonin, but I have been wary of dependence on sleep drugs.

PS. Last night I watched How to Marry a Millionaire. Wayyy cute if you haven't seen it. I'm beginning to fall in love with Marilyn Monroe movies. I may or may not have also watched Gentlemen Prefer Blondes yesterday too.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Who Am I?


So this semester I am taking a Human Development class. It's actually more of life coaching class because I'm pretty sure the teacher spends more class time telling us how to improve ourselves and discover who we really are, more than the class material. It's pretty interesting (and I say life coaching because his main job is life coaching people).

So for our final project we are writing about who we are. Basically we talk about our personal and professional goals, significant memories in our lives, our favorite books and movies because they reflect on who we are, etc.

One of the requirements is getting ten survey/interview responses to the question "Who Am I?"

So I have people to ask, but to you, my bloggy friends, I am wondering-

  Who am I?

PS. I'd appreciate it mucho if you left a lil somethin somethin. Just a few words or so. Merci!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

At Night,

when I am all alone, sometimes, I will put some heels on while I get ready for bed.

{Gosh, sometimes how cool I am blows my mind ;) }

Adds a touch of glamour to my baggy sweats I guess.

It's nice to feel pretty isn't it? And usually I feel so gross when I am in my pjs. I should probably not own stuff that makes me feel gross when I wear it huh? Especially when I am wearing it 8 hours a day.








Maybe I should actually get one of these like I was swooning over.




Then again, it would probably be too cutesy.


*Actually* I can't afford it.




*Actually* I went shopping this weekend. I don't know how you could not want to rush off to the mall and attempt to emulate one of Emily's outfits from Cupcakes and Cashmere. I mean really. The girl is gorgeous. With gorgeous clothes.


And bought these pretties: 



I think they shall go nicely with some lovely summer dresses, no? 

{And less than $30 to boot! Just went on sale, and they had to ship them to my house, but no shipping fee and they took off the taxes! woohoo!!}



Monday, April 19, 2010

I actually "dress" up more because

On a typical day I will be wearing a dress, a skirt, or long shirt and leggings. Not just because I like the look of skirts and dresses better, because sometimes it's just easier to wear jeans, but because, darn it, it is just more comfortable.


I don't have to worry when I bend over that my pants are going a little too low if you know what I mean, and since I don't wear short skirts and dresses I don't have to worry about the other side peeking out when I bend over.....


sooooo not cute.

One Elder in my ward always teases me when I see him for "dressing up". While *I* wouldn't call my style especially fancy or anything, I certainly hardly wear jeans and shorts.

The only pluses I can think about for jeans is that you don't have to worry about closing your legs when you are lounging at home, and it keeps the thighs from rubbing together. I mean, practically everyone's rub together at least a little right??

And let's face it, that is what spanx is for.




Aaaand on a cuter note, lookee what I wore on Sunday!!



Yes, I spent wayy too much on that dress. Yes, it was in response to a heart break. No, it wasn't a boy, two of my very good friends went away to school till august.




Till August Cecil twins!!!

Monday, March 22, 2010

Happy Surprises

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For Me:
Getting a letter in the mail.
Finding a dollar in your jeans.
Waking up only to realize you get to sleep in.
Coming home to dinner already made.
Having the door held open for you.
Canceled class.
A hello from an old friend.
Finding a cute dress for a steal.
Loving a book you didn't think you would like.
Getting a quiet moment while the sun sets/rises.
Netflix in the mail.


For others: 
Baking for a friend.
Sending a text of love or calling a friend.
Smiling really big at a passing stranger.
Letting cars in before you.
Doing the dishes.
Buying flowers.
Cleaning the bathroom.
Leaving out a book/ article for someone that you know would like.
Paying attention to the children/pets in your life.
Getting the newspaper on a cold morning.
Heating up the water for hot chocolate.
Get their favorite candy randomly.


I think the best things about these little surprises are that they are surprises, no expectations or anticipation or waiting. I love when I get surprised by any of those things listed above because you know you were being thought of and that the other person wanted to do something for you without you asking or requesting anything. 
So what did I leave out??

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Sometimes



Sometimes, just sometimes okay, all the time I get wrapped up in nostalgic memories.

-Packing up my room
-Going through old clothes
-Looking through old school stuff
-Reading my old kid's books (oh, hello Little House on the Prairie)
-Looking at old pictures
-Watching movies from when I was a kid (Love you forever Disney!)
-Music from when I was a kid
-Food from when I was a kid

.... and I am still pretty much a kid.

When this happens, as it often does, I have to remember to pause and realize that life right now is even better. And that there is still so much to look forward to.

Then I neatly fold and put everything back (or change the channel/station), stand up, and go live my life.

I don't want to be Lot's wife.  Because it's good to look back, but not want to go back.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Napkin please?

Okay, I'm not proud of this but I need to get it off my chest.

I happen to have this bad habit. I blame it on four years of uniforms that masked stains and dirt really really well.

... I tend to wipe my hands on whatever I am wearing/ laying on. Jeans, blankets, sweat, shirts, you name it. Now don't get me wrong, I don't walk around with huge stains on my clothes every day (that I know of) but when I am at home and snacking on stuff walking around the house and don't have a napkin already out I unconsciously wipe my hands on myself. Half way through I catch myself and cringe. 

Back in high school you seriously could. not. tell. whether a skirt was newly washed or hadn't seen clean water in a year. Except it if was pressed. Got to keep those pleats looking good y'know??

Do any of you do this?? {please tell me you do!} Or have a suggestion for me? Yes, I know, I should just eat not with my hands and eat tidier but can you teach an old dog new tricks? Nope.




PS. I wore my hair with my bangs back and in a messy bun. Looks unplanned and like I may or may not have taken a shower today, but I love this headband and I have to curl my hair to wear it with my bangs in my opinion. My face has felt naked all day.

EDIT: Okay, apparently my hair is a security blanket. I couldn't handle the nakedness feeling anymore {plus I felt like I was going to bed because that's how I wear my hair when I wash my face}. I just took down the bun though.
Excuse the silly face please, I was in a hurry and had a mouth full of toothpaste.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Why you never try to self-diagnose

So to make the story shorter, I have very bad reflexes. Like terrible. I tend to fall with my face because I don't react fast enough to stick my hands out in front of me.

This led me to fall face-first onto concrete when I was about 11. Chipped off half my tooth and stitched up my lip. Nothing permanent or so I thought except for the scar on my lip. Of course, there was more. Over the next few years my chipped tooth (been built back up so I don't look like a hill-billy) would ache and keep me up at night.

Finally about sophmore year I had a root canal done. Supposed to be painful?? Nah, my tooth had already died. That's right, no nerve to feel pain in it anymore. Sweet! And I got a veneer so my tooth was no longer two colors. Which was quite attractive if I do say so myself.

So imagine my surprise today when I wake up and discover my long-assumed dead tooth is aching. All. Day. Long. 

I keep my mouth shut most of the time because it helps with the pain (the cold air made it sensitive I think?) At first I thought it was just because my retainers had shifted it too much in the night or something so it was just sore. Around 3pm I realize that can't really be it anymore. 

Speed it up to about ten minutes ago to when I was examining my gums in the mirror and touch the part at the top of my gums that hit the cheek part of the mouth and it it super tender and definitely swollen. Oh great, this looks like an abscess. (I've had one before. Aren't my parents super lucky to have me as a kid??)

So I was researching because I couldn't really remember what the symptoms were (Dentist family why can't you live near me?!?!). And I was reading this about if the infection is IN your tooth versus the gums:

If the inside of your tooth is infected, you will need a root canal. Or you will need to have the tooth removed. A root canal tries to save your tooth by taking out the infected pulp. If you don't want a root canal or if you have one done and it doesn't work, the dentist may have to remove your tooth. You and your doctor can decide what is best.
Since I have already had a root canal, I am *pretty* psyched about the whole "may have to remove your tooth" part.

I WANT TO KEEP MY TOOTH!

Pray it isn't an abscess and that the stub of my real tooth can stay in place??


Update: Gum above tooth is purple-y with pimple like symptoms of an abscess. Went to dentist this morning and he referred me to the endodontist. Another root canal is a possibility...

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Baptism Talk

This is my talk I have been working on for my baptism.... I don't feel that good about it as is and thought I'd post it up here to see what you guys thought of it. I think it needs to be shorter, but I can't decide what needs to be cut and what shouldn't. If you are feeling brave and actually try and read all of it, feel free to give any degree of harsh comments (please be constructive, not mean though! Not that you guys would be...). Hopefully it makes sense without the emphasis I would put on words, or in general. Thanks in advance to those brave souls who are willing to read all the way through!

Those who knew me before I started coming to Church probably would never have expected to see me standing before you at my baptism. I’m sure that none of them are as surprised as I am though. I was always very skeptical of religion since I grew up without it. The only exposure I had to it was stories from the Bible my Dad read to me before bed when I was younger, but to me they never had any spiritual or deeper meaning than my other stories did.
Faith in God and Jesus Christ was always mystifying to me. I just could never understand how so many people could be so sure of God’s existence. What was so convincing to them? I always envious of them, and wished I had that sort of assurance and faith in my own life.
Up until about six months ago I was very confident about my beliefs and I didn’t have any reason to doubt or question them. I’m not sure exactly when it started or why, but for some reason I was drawn to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and began researching the beliefs of the Church. And as I learned more and more about the beliefs and practices of the Church, I was surprised to find that I agreed with everything that I was reading. I had never found a religion I had agreed so much with before and it definitely intrigued me.
To my greater surprise, as I started my missionary lessons I still kept agreeing with everything that they were telling me. Everything sounded so wonderful and great, yet there was always a small voice in the back of my mind saying that, “sure all of this sounds good and feels good, but it only makes sense if you believe in God.”  And I didn’t know whether or not I believed in God, or whether or not I even could. The voice kept telling me that it would never happen, that just like before I could wish and hope for the blessings that come from faith, but I could never experience them for myself. That I could never truly believe in Him, that He was there for me and loved me and knew me.
I knew that creating a foundation of faith in God would have to be my hardest and my most important step. I didn’t have faith that my testimony in Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ would grow. I let myself believe that religion just wasn’t for me.
Thankfully something else in me was stronger, and kept pulling me back to the lessons and to Church every Sunday despite the uncertainty I had been feeling. I had a few more setbacks in my lessons though, and after nearly a month I didn’t have enough trust in myself, or the missionaries to continue taking lessons with them. I felt tore between the promptings to continue seeking the Church, and the feelings that made me want to stop trying to seek the truth.
I remember feeling really relieved after telling Elder Groshong that I wanted to stop the lessons, but I certainly didn’t feel good about it and had a terrible, nagging feeling in the back of my mind telling me that I had given up too quickly.
Then I talked to my Aunt, who had been taking me to Church with her and her family during this time. After we talked for an hour or two I decided that I still wanted to go to Church with her because I knew in my heart that I wasn’t done with the Church and would regret it if I chose to stop pursuing this path. But I also knew that I still needed time to figure things out before resuming lessons with the missionaries.
Looking back on that time now, I realize that because I was learning about all of the wonderful things in the Church that were so different than what I was used to and familiar with in approaching life, that Satan was taking advantage of my vulnerability during this time and planting doubt in the messages the missionaries were sending. Satan was capitalizing on this important time in my life, recognizing that I was at a crossroads. He tried to tempt me into turning away from Heavenly Father and the Church forever, and still does. He did his best to convince me that my faith in God was false and that my experiences in feeling the presence of the Holy Ghost were just a result of my desire to believe and were not real.
Thankfully Heavenly Father loved me enough, and had enough faith in me not to give up on me when I almost gave up on Him. He looked out for me especially during this time, and saw that I had let the Adversary build enough of a wall around myself and hardened my heart enough that He would have to reach out to me through someone else. That someone else was my Auntie Virginia who helped me remember and think about what I knew to be true in my heart. Why I kept being drawn to the Church despite all of my doubts and fears, and why I couldn’t let myself give up on it.
That’s what I was working on this entire time between my lessons and a couple of weeks ago. Softening my heart enough to really accept the messages of the missionaries as the Truth and gaining enough faith and strength to resume the lessons. To be at a point at which I knew that I was ready to be baptized. Along with recognizing and accepting and embracing the truth of the gospel I recognized that as I began to see Heavenly Father’s blessing in my life, I could also more easily recognize when Satan was working against me. I can also see now that Heavenly Father may not directly answer my prayers right when I ask them, but He always does answer them.
Nearly everyday since setting my baptism date I have felt so much joy and happiness. I never thought that I was unhappy before accepting Jesus Christ into my life, but now I know what happiness is. I think it is important to note that I said nearly everyday I have been happier. While I have pushed Satan away from my heart, he is still always making attempts to weaken my faith.  A difference I have noticed from the moments of doubt when I first began investigating the Church and now, is that now I know that I can pray to Heavenly Father and ask him for guidance and answers when I feel confusion, doubt or fear about anything instead of thinking that I have to figure everything out on my own.
Right before setting my baptism date I got something that has this quote underneath a picture: "The situations and experiences we face in life reflect what Heavenly Father really knows about us and what we need to make our weaknesses become Strengths"
I had to get this when I read it because it struck such a chord with me. Because I understand that Heavenly Father knows that I am faced with these moments of doubt because they will help me grow an even stronger testimony. And change my weaknesses into my strengths.
Recently my friend brought up a question I hadn’t really spent much time thinking about. She asked me if I had really looked into other churches before committing to this Church. I thought about it for a moment and realized that I hadn’t, and when she asked why, I couldn’t think of the reason why I hadn’t. I thought about that question a lot later that night, and realized why I hadn’t felt the need to continue searching. I know that Heavenly Father directed me towards this Church, that He made sure I had the people in my life that I could look to for guidance and answers when I felt doubt or had any fears. I never sought out another Church because this Church felt right, only if I had felt unsatisfied or felt that something was wrong in the Church would I have felt the inclination to look elsewhere. I feel good about everything the Church teaches and am so thankful that I now have Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ in my life.

Congratulations, you made it all the way through! Gosh the closer I get to this talk the more nervous I get. Besides just talking about my feelings, I'm afraid I won't be able to get across the feelings I want.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

You know what?

I don't like moments of doubt.

They are icky and make me feel very depressed and lonely.

Can't wait for this one to be over and I can resume my happy state. I hate that it hits when I least expect it. But I suppose that's always what happens right?

The only good thing I find that comes from these times of doubt is thinking about that quote I mentioned once before. Because faith is one of my biggest weaknesses and these moments of doubt are what will change my weaknesses to strengths.

Off to think and pray and reflect before going to sleep. 


PS. I just read this on lds.org and it has helped me to feel better. I especially like this quote:

 "Doubts are not wrong; they can be a step toward right. Questions are not a sign of weakness but a sign of growth. Men are not wrong when they doubt but when they fail to do something about their doubts."

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

An exciting development

... well at least for me.


Do you remember me talking about meeting the missionaries and how I was struggling with faith in God and Jesus Christ? Reading it over I see that I was confused and just feeling very pressured and eager to make them happy, and basically just wanting myself to be happy by getting baptized even if I wasn't sure about it.  I was wanting to get baptized because of the missionaries wanted me to, but I knew that I needed to want to get baptized for myself.

I actually stopped meeting with them a few weeks after that post. We were running out of lessons, and frankly I wasn't so sure I wanted to keep learning about the Church anymore. But Heavenly Father was certainly looking out for me (gosh, I am totally tearing up right now) and gave me the opportunity to have a wonderful conversation with my Aunt about everything. So I ended up going to Church with her and her family for a month or two after that instead of attending the singles ward. (I felt like it was too much pressure in the social aspect, and I wanted to make sure that I was there for the religion and faith.)

Now I have switched back to the singles ward for a month or so and I couldn't be happier! I had many many times of doubt, where I was positive that I didn't want this faith in my life anymore.... I am just so grateful that I was continually pulled back to the Church and was able to overcome my doubts.

My date for Baptism is January 30, 2010*.

PS. Today I went to a Church bookstore with a friend and picked up a few things. One thing that I got was a picture of a meadow with the mountains behind it and a quote beneath saying:

 "The situations and experiences we face in life reflect what Heavenly Father really knows about us and what we need to make our weaknesses become Strengths"


I truly believe this statement with my whole heart and am totally excited that I am finally in the place to become baptized. I have been waiting for this moment for months.


.... and just so all of you know, I couldn't have made it without all of your inspiring words and encouragement. I really don't think you know how much you have influenced my life!

*Tentatively set like an hour ago, but I am pretty positive it won't change! I'll definitely let you all know if it does change!

Monday, January 11, 2010

Keeping Track of Time

I was one of those kids constantly asking what time it was, just so I knew the time.

I'm still like that, except now I have my phone to constantly check. Or my alarm clock, computer, or TV. I always check the time when I go to sleep and wake up for comparison to previous or upcoming days. I can't understand my sister who doesn't even have a clock in her room.

I put everything into my planner to keep track of what I need to do and what I have done. So I decided to get a cute calendar this year. In the past that I can remember, I have had a hawaiian calendar, and my personal favorite a Hello Kitty calendar.

Buuuut 2010 will be tracked by this lil' beaut called "Lose yourself in a Daydream".

2010 Calendar - Lose yourself in a daydream
2010 Calendar - Lose yourself in a daydream


Messages on the different pictures are...


you can fly
It's the simple things in life
Lie in the grass and daydream...
You soothe my soul
and everything fades away...
wish
sail away with me
You are my shelter.
sing...dance...laugh...love...
The glass is half full...
Fly away with me...
believe in the magic



Bought it from this lovely lady on Etsy after I fell in love with her photos.


PS. My friend wanted to see Youth in Revolt and I love Michael Cera so I figured I would see it. I found it revolting. A complete waste of my time and money that took some of my innocence.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Note to self:



1. Shower everyday. Even if you aren't planning on going anywhere or seeing anyone. Especially during the holiday season.


2. Put on normal clothes while at home. PJ's may be more comfortable but are definitely not socially acceptable for being around other people. Especially when the sun is out. During the winter.

Cause of this revelation? Being horribly embarrassed to find myself at 9:30 pm reading Austen's Mansfield Park in my bed, in pj's, hair unwashed and pulled back in a horrible look and hearing the doorbell ring.

*Note: I already have mini panic attacks when the doorbell rings and I am all gross. Always hoping it isn't someone I know and would have to face looking like a slob. Most of my friends already know they need to give me at least a ten minute heads up before showing up to my house.*

<--- This is *pretty much* my face when I realized what I was about to have to do.



My Dad answers the door, and calls my name. I groan internally and yell to hold on for a minute and panic in my head at what to do. Bra? Sweatshirt change from my extremely old and stained sweatshirt? Jeans? Fix hair somewhat? Wash face?

So much to do, so little time.

I throw on a new(er) sweatshirt and put on a bra. Walking hesitantly down the stairs I see that it is my new church acquaintances and one or two that I have never met before. I *sure* know how to make an impression.  They drop off some delicious bread and I can only assume, flee from the house and discuss the fact that I don't shower unless I have to. And I am NOT one of those girls who can take a day off from showering. Did I mention this was the first day in a week or two that I was not out of the house and showered with make-up on? I mean, I have to live it up before I get married and have kids and will be running all over town every day.

So, those new rules are to help me from seeing embarrassment like that again. Especially since I have told all of you that I am definitely not one to wear my pj's in public, or with people I hardly know. I mean, I wouldn't even greet the pest guy or UPS man like I was, and I will never see them again.



Now I can only soften the harsh memory with the yummy bread they bought. Yet it is a reminder of the embarrassment. Oh the irony.


PS. If you ever want to come to my house unannounced during the day and find that no one answers the door despite the fact that you can see at least two cars outside, that would be because we are probably all at home hiding in our rooms determined not to answer. I'd call first if I were you.





At least it had my family in stitches for the next 15 minutes or so...


UPDATE: My sister is still cracking up every time she sees me tonight. Never going to live this down.