What utterly disastrous and unintelligible topics. Let's just agree to not talk about them. Most specifically when in the presence of alcohol, family, or, well, just about anyone. Unless you are going to a church gathering or a political meeting, it's just like lighting a big 'ol fire that everyone wants to contribute their metaphorical wood to, and that ends in an angry, blazing forest fire of opinions. This is because nobody comes out of these topics happy; they come out judgmental and close-minded. At least that is my 23 full* years of experience. This is the reason I do not talk about these things with people unless it's an intimate, judgement-free setting**.
*Full speaks to much more than me being on this earth nearly 24 years. Full refers to the many life "experiences" that have been thrust upon me in this time.
**Note: these settings are hard to come by.
I overheard some [of my] family talking about religion and politics (and the relationship between the two) today and I was ashamed. Just ashamed. But does this make me any better? Me feeling bad about their opinions and the rude, inappropriate, disrespectful, and close-minded things they were saying? Doesn't that just make me judgmental as well? Sure, since I said nothing I offended no one. I also defended no one. Double edged sword?
Ironically enough, I am talking to all the people in the world about religion and politics.
But without really saying anything.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
Adult
I'm a textbook adult. Or so it seems.
But I'm also an 11 year old.
I'm sometimes worthless and I like to sleep in until 12, or 1, or maybe 2.
I also have days upon days where I do little to nothing.
I'm selfish and needy.
I also am having quite the hard time telling the 'ol fam about my living change. I love my boyfriend and I think this is a great move for us, but I'm afraid I'll be in trouble.
I'M SORRY!?!? TROUBLE?
Like I'm a child. Absurd.
Speaking of children- I always wanted them.. until I recently didn't. Is it because I am still a child myself? Or far too selfish to bring another life into this world? Maybe that internal clock will start tickin' as I age, but for now.... ew.
Mostly I just want a baby corgi.
But I'm also an 11 year old.
I'm sometimes worthless and I like to sleep in until 12, or 1, or maybe 2.
I also have days upon days where I do little to nothing.
I'm selfish and needy.
I also am having quite the hard time telling the 'ol fam about my living change. I love my boyfriend and I think this is a great move for us, but I'm afraid I'll be in trouble.
I'M SORRY!?!? TROUBLE?
Like I'm a child. Absurd.
Speaking of children- I always wanted them.. until I recently didn't. Is it because I am still a child myself? Or far too selfish to bring another life into this world? Maybe that internal clock will start tickin' as I age, but for now.... ew.
Mostly I just want a baby corgi.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Memories: edition 2012
Everyone likes photos. I like them a little too much. Here are some gems from 2012.
Well, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Here is to blogging more, and [p]owning those resolutions!
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| We got a puppy. We named her Teagan. |
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| We gave that puppy kisses. |
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| That puppy got separation anxiety (albeit ten feet away) and pooped on EVERYTHING. |
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| I turned 23 and we danced. |
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| We also partied and kissed for Brian's birthday. |
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| The Fourth of July was celebrated by getting cheeseburgers and milkshakes and hiking to the top of Boise's best park, Camels-back. |
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| I was lucky enough to get to spend time with some of my best girlfriends in San Jose, California |
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| Brian met us in San Francisco and it happened to be the Golden Gate Bridge's 75th anniversary. |
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| We walked for 17 miles (roughly) and got this paparazzi shot |
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| Our 6th month anniversary. Maybe the cutest Backstreet Boy there ever was. |
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| We camp |
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| And attempt senior photos |
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| With tiki torches lit all the while. |
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| We also had great fun renting IK's (inflatable kayaks) and taking them out on the lake. |
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| An appropriate Halloween costume: Hugh Hefner and a Playboy Bunny. |
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| Brian's mom and stepdad visited and we went wine tasting in Idaho's wine country (yes, it's a thing!)... Met the 'rents! |
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| And tried my hand at iPhonetography with a mini wine-buzz. |
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| More of this photo-shoot to come... an adorably hipster session with Caitlan MacMahon. |
Well, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Here is to blogging more, and [p]owning those resolutions!
Friday, January 4, 2013
Blogging about blogging (inception, if you will)
I've thought about starting a new blog about serving.
Serving people food and drink. "It shouldn't be that hard", you say, "what's the big deal", you say. Well, have you ever waited tables? Do you have any idea how ABSOLUTELY GOD-AWFUL people can be? It's actually amusing just thinking about the stories I could tell. And I've only been doing this for three years! (Wow, three years? Already?) Some of it is appalling. Maybe I'll vent on this blog a few times here and there until I start the waitressing blog. For now, this is what you should know: tipping is very important. In fact, it is the servers' livelihood (most get paid about three dollars an hour with no benefits and horrendous shifts). Hey, I didn't make the social norm/rule that said tipping was how we are going to do it here, but that's how it is (like opening the door for others, or letting the pregnant lady take your chair), so suck it up, and accept that as part of the bill. I had a fellow server get no tip on a $50 tab (I work at a pretty upscale restaurant) that said something along the lines of "thank you, we are short on cash right now, times are tough, no hard feelings."
WHAT??
NO.
Just, no. DO NOT EAT OUT IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD A TIP.
That's it. And CERTAINLY don't go to a nice restaurant.
Last comment is about percentages.
15%- Service was subpar, but the diner is not a horrible person.
20%- Hey, thanks for the service, you were adequate.
25%- Well done!
30%- You were taken care of and want to make an impression on the server.
50%- You're leaving your number (attention: in order to get a phone number from a server you actually have to tip REALLY EFFING WELL) Nobody would give their number to a ten-percenter. You can quote me on that.
I'm out for now. Had no idea this post would turn into my other blog, but... I suppose it's fine as long as I release my feelings somehow :)
Next up: negative paychecks.
Serving people food and drink. "It shouldn't be that hard", you say, "what's the big deal", you say. Well, have you ever waited tables? Do you have any idea how ABSOLUTELY GOD-AWFUL people can be? It's actually amusing just thinking about the stories I could tell. And I've only been doing this for three years! (Wow, three years? Already?) Some of it is appalling. Maybe I'll vent on this blog a few times here and there until I start the waitressing blog. For now, this is what you should know: tipping is very important. In fact, it is the servers' livelihood (most get paid about three dollars an hour with no benefits and horrendous shifts). Hey, I didn't make the social norm/rule that said tipping was how we are going to do it here, but that's how it is (like opening the door for others, or letting the pregnant lady take your chair), so suck it up, and accept that as part of the bill. I had a fellow server get no tip on a $50 tab (I work at a pretty upscale restaurant) that said something along the lines of "thank you, we are short on cash right now, times are tough, no hard feelings."
WHAT??
NO.
Just, no. DO NOT EAT OUT IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD A TIP.
That's it. And CERTAINLY don't go to a nice restaurant.
Last comment is about percentages.
15%- Service was subpar, but the diner is not a horrible person.
20%- Hey, thanks for the service, you were adequate.
25%- Well done!
30%- You were taken care of and want to make an impression on the server.
50%- You're leaving your number (attention: in order to get a phone number from a server you actually have to tip REALLY EFFING WELL) Nobody would give their number to a ten-percenter. You can quote me on that.
I'm out for now. Had no idea this post would turn into my other blog, but... I suppose it's fine as long as I release my feelings somehow :)
Next up: negative paychecks.
9 degrees
That is the temperature as I write this blog. NINE DEGREES. I hate everything. Not really, but the song "She's Only Happy in the Sun" (Ben Harper) is really resonating. I'm a grump and I'm not happy with the current weather conditions. I rode my bike in this today. I'M SORRY!?!?!
No.
That aside, I'm cold. KIDDING.
The moving is coming along nicely. I think about 80% of the boxes have been gone through and designated to a location (be it the storage shed, goodwill, closet, or still the living room) so that is progress, right? I think so. Brian may rip my head off soon... or just throw the rest of my stuff away. Which would probs be doing me a favor. Some of the things I have..
Hoard much?
I don't anymore.
Though, we did acquire some legit old wooden fruit crates from a hoarder out in Eagle, Idaho today. Gold mine! And we got them for about 6 bucks a pop (going market price is 18+) so quite the deal. We plan on making a mismatched but sturdy/badass/vintage/old-school/weathered shelf set for the kitchen. One that can go with us to our new place. I hope that's a thing... "our new place." Photos to follow.
How are your New Year's resolutions coming? I'm day three of dairy free. Not terribly hard, but not easy. Taco night last night- didn't miss the sour cream but missed the shredded cheddar terribly. And the cupcakes. Oh, the cupcakes! That was a sad moment of my life. Over it now. I had a vegan (of course) tell me that dairy is an opiate! Which, by their terminology implied it was also addictive. Is that true? The definition of that word and the statement? Guess I'll find out if I go through withdrawals? Isn't that how addiction works? Just realized I was rambling hard and should probably find my way to my sleepy peeps on the couch.
out.
No.
That aside, I'm cold. KIDDING.
The moving is coming along nicely. I think about 80% of the boxes have been gone through and designated to a location (be it the storage shed, goodwill, closet, or still the living room) so that is progress, right? I think so. Brian may rip my head off soon... or just throw the rest of my stuff away. Which would probs be doing me a favor. Some of the things I have..
Hoard much?
I don't anymore.
Though, we did acquire some legit old wooden fruit crates from a hoarder out in Eagle, Idaho today. Gold mine! And we got them for about 6 bucks a pop (going market price is 18+) so quite the deal. We plan on making a mismatched but sturdy/badass/vintage/old-school/weathered shelf set for the kitchen. One that can go with us to our new place. I hope that's a thing... "our new place." Photos to follow.
How are your New Year's resolutions coming? I'm day three of dairy free. Not terribly hard, but not easy. Taco night last night- didn't miss the sour cream but missed the shredded cheddar terribly. And the cupcakes. Oh, the cupcakes! That was a sad moment of my life. Over it now. I had a vegan (of course) tell me that dairy is an opiate! Which, by their terminology implied it was also addictive. Is that true? The definition of that word and the statement? Guess I'll find out if I go through withdrawals? Isn't that how addiction works? Just realized I was rambling hard and should probably find my way to my sleepy peeps on the couch.
out.
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| This is Teagan our puppy. I could go on for ages. I love her. |
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