Happy Halloween!

This blog is a little late, but like all my blogs it is a story that can be told. I don’t know if it needs to be told, but it can be told.

I have a hard time getting up in the morning. Unless something super awesome or exciting is going to happen like Christmas, new jobs, going for a hike, or someone is making pancakes, mmmmm pancakes, I hit my alarm. I hit snooze, not once but multiple times. I have been known to hit it for hour. I am a bit more respectful when other people are around, but for the most part lots of alarm hitting.

October 31^st was no different than any other normal day. I hit the alarm one too many times. I am allowed to dress up for work but have no real plan. I try and think what to wear when I go back to a costume I did a few years ago. It is a simple comfortable costume. I wear jeans, a pair of Converse low top sneakers, add a bowling shirt I own, some trophies my sister won for bowling when we were young and I’m now a bowler! Go me!

I am a big fan of bringing food to work. It gives me snacks all day long. It is cheaper then eating out for every meal, sometimes it’s better for you. Also, I feel like if I have my cereal at work it might motivate me to get there on time so I can eat it. That part hasn’t really worked out 100% of the time, but eating breakfast is still a good motivation for getting to work. Part of bringing cereal to work is the need for milk. I don’t want to bring a whole gallon to work, it think it is both too big and worry about finishing it. So I keep bringing half gallons of milk. However, when you buy two half gallons of milk you’re paying more money for something that actually comes in gallon size.

As a ways to change this waste of money I bought half a gallon of really good milk in a glass container. I figured drink this half gallon, bring the bottle home, wash it and fill it back up from MY gallon of milk at home. I’m saving money, I’m recycling, I’m going to get colder milk. Go me!

In my scramble that morning I’m throwing milk, trophies, cereal box, snacks, and other items in a reusable bag, throw it over my arm with my other work clothes, purse and jacket and head out the door.

Things Have Changed.

When I ripped out the neck of my zebra cake for my 26^th birthday, I didn’t realize the consequences of that action. First, it was super cool and fun. Second, it was like the third thing I ate that day after being stupid hung over. It was an amazing cake and I was able to cross, eat zebra off my bucket list. Third, things changed.

Something happened that day, I didn’t know it then, but I know it now, but officially things had changed. By just adding 365 days to my 25^th birthday and things evolved.

Since that day the zebra cake slowly bled upon my table. No seriously it did. My friend filled it with cherry filling so it oozed out. Awesome right? I began to not only understand things but accept them.

One of the most powerful things I’ve learned is to be happy with the skin you’re in. I’ve been saying this since high school. I believed it most of the time too. However, as I look into the mirror at my 5’2” height that I was hoping for bigger boobs, about 3 inches taller, I realized, yup, this is it. This is all I have. So I have two options, hate it or love it. I find loving it to be a lot easier.

I think the show “What Not To Wear” is a great example of how to embrace your body. At this point in the game it is all about comfort and what makes you look good. Red is a great color for me. Yellow is not. Wide leg pants are not flattering while slightly flared ones are. Short skirts look better then long ones and A frame dresses work better then tube dresses. Sure I’d like to walk around looking like one of Victoria Secrete Angels with their long thin bodies and big boobs, but I’m not shaped like that. I’m not willing to go through surgeries to look like that, so why keep fretting over something I cannot have. Accent the eye, show off the curves I do have, and let the curls fly and be done with it. All the worry about something you “don’t have” is useless. Why worry every single day about what you don’t have when you can just learn to accept what you do have?

I also have come to a lot of new realizations about dating.

Dating is different now. If games that were used in High School or the first two years of college are still normal for you, grow up. There is no point to them. The requirements are different now than they were back then. Don’t run from it, embrace it and keep on going. When people are in their teens and even early 20s just having a cute face, decent body, being a good kisser, and fun to hang out with were all that was required. That is not the case anymore, or at least not for me, and that is okay.

Don’t get me wrong, those things are still somewhat important, if you don’t want to make out with the person then any relationship is doomed. But other things are now more important like the ability to have a keep a job, being able to take care of things without Mummy or Daddy stepping in ALL the time. You still need Mummy and Daddy sometimes, but not every decision. Making mistakes are fine as long as you’re learning from them. Having a concept of a budget and money is a requirement. Common sense and knowing when to ask for help. Having hobbies and ways to de-stress.  How to interact appropriately with people is important. No one wants someone who says the wrong thing every time they open their mouths.

When dating the person shouldn’t just make you happy, they should bring out the best person you can be. You should also bring out the best person they can be. They have to accept the good and the bad but mostly bring out the good. No one wants to be criticized or criticize all the time. If they do find someone else. I don’t want to do that to someone and they shouldn’t want to do that to me.  

I also realized that when you start to date someone, you aren’t just bringing them into your life and vice a versa, you’re bring in their friends, their family, their problems, their drama. If it is super scary to start out with run while you still can. Dating someone is different from your family in the fact you can CHOOSE who you end up with. Your family is what it is, for better or worse there are no trades in or upgrades.

What to blog about?

I have been a slacker the last few weeks. I am barely getting one post up a week. I am sorry for that. Most of the time it isn't due to lack of stories, I have lots of those, mostly it is because I'm conflicted on what to write.

It is kind of like the ponderings of Facebook. Certain adventures like going camping, cutting grapes, and things like that, it is totally fine to post about. It was all in good fun and entertainment.

However, life is not always fun and adventureous. Sometimes the days are long and sad because things need to be done like have "that coversation" with someone. Weather it be a wake up life conversation, or dating conversation, or wow you really hurt my feelings an we'er at a this needs to be fixed or I'm walking away type thing.

Or the day might not be fun, yet still intersting because of the lengths one must go to in the hopes of removing something as fun as a planters wart. I'm just going to say I'm on Plan B, and hoping there is no need for Plan C.

If I've written one blog about running tips is it okay to write about running failures? Like the last 10k I did I puked, not like a little, but like just all over the place like 30 feet from the finish yard? The people were nice about it. It's a great way to impress the family members that come out ot support you. It's like a violent suprise! I am still looking forward to those pictures.

I am currently in a limbo about what I want and where I want to be. Everyone feels this, does anyone really want to hear about it again? Then I ponder about musicians and the songs they write. Artists have these hard life issues, that everyone has, they sing about it and people are like you touched my soul. You konw exactly what I was feeling like and that helped me. Is a blog the same way?