Packing

I’ve spent just over the past year of my life packing and unpacking and repacking.  Constantly trying to organize and compartmentalize my belongings.  Dresses in this box, shoes in that box, books in this one.  I try to make my belongings smaller and smaller each time I come home.  At some point, I started compartmentalizing my life too.  Family over there, school friends over here, ship friends on Facebook.  It gets hard to balance all those boxes.  Some people get more time than others, and not always the ones who deserve it.  It seems the bigger my life gets, the smaller I try to make it because it’s the only way to balance it all.  The more people I meet, the more people I lose touch with.  Maybe that’s just the natural cycle of things.  The people who are meant to stay part of my life will. The rest will fade. Who can say who will fall into which box. Certainly though, it’s a two way street.

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A Word of Advice to the Boys

Men are always complaining about “not understanding” women.  Hell, I hardly understand them, that’s why most of my friends are guys!  But I have two really big pet peeves when it comes to guys, and both deal with communication and honesty.

So boys, listen up:

1) If you are dating a girl and after a few dates or whatever, you are not feeling it, then politely tell her so.  Don’t just fall off the face of the earth (something my best friend has termed as “skytracking”).  It’s sounds cliche (“It’s not you, it’s me”) but if you don’t tell her she will automatically assume that it’s her.  Girls are just dumb that way.  If you’re too chicken shit to tell her in person or call her, at least send it to her in a text or email.

2)Don’t pull the other cliche “I hope we can still be friends”.  It might seem to ease the pain at the time, but usually causes more pain over the long run.  It’s not to say that you can’t be friends, I have dated some of my best friends.  But if you have no intention of actually being a friend to her (even if all it means is shooting her a message to check in once in a while, or commenting on her Facebook wall or post) then don’t say you want to still be friends.  Better to politely tell her you’re not feeling it and THEN fall off the face of the earth.  Unless she’s a crazy stalker chick, then I don’t know what to tell you except “B**ches be crazy, yo!”

Christmas Eve Eve

As a kid, I always remember going to my grandma’s house or my aunt’s house on Christmas Eve for a big Italian dinner and opening presents form the family (we still waited til Christmas morning to open presents from Santa, of course!)  Then we’d go to “midnight mass” (which I put in quotes because it actually started at 11!)  and sing Christmas hymns by candlelight.  These were always the things that made Christmas Christmasy for me.  The things that defined that day from any other day.  Then Christmas day we’d have 40-60 of our closest friends and family come to our house to eat and drink all day and night.  I loved these Christmas Eves and Christmases.  As I got older, and my family moved away, our Christmases began to feel less Christmasy.  We’d go out to dinner on Christmas Eve, and we could never even stay up for mass.  My siblings and I had to set an alarm to wake up at five for “santa” as we were no longer excited enough to get up on our own.  We’d open presents and eat breakfast and by 10 or 11 am, Christmas was over.  Sometimes we’d go see a movie.  But it felt like it wasn’t even worth it anymore.

As I was on my way to work today, Christmas Eve Eve, it occurred to me that this is the day that has become the most festive and eventful for me in the past few years.  Five years ago, it was a bunch of coworkers and myself driving an hour north to help another restaurant that was so busy and whose employees were so over worked they hadn’t even had time to finish Christmas shopping yet!  Three or four years ago, it was making the most epic Christmas cookies with one of my best friends who I only get to see on holidays when we both go “back home”.  Last year, I was at Candy Cane Karaoke, singing and dancing and dressing goofy with all my friends (and doing delicious candy cane shots!)

While today was mostly uneventful (although I did brave the grocery store to get the ingredients to do some last-minute holiday baking) it still marks the first real touch of Christmas spirit in my otherwise downtrodden heart.   This will be the first Christmas ever that my family has been separated.  My mom will be here soon to spend the holiday with my brother and I, while my dad and sister and brother-in-law will all be back home and working on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  I guess this is what growing up does, but I still always hoped that Christmas would be the one day we’d all get to enjoy together.  Hopefully, I manage to find the spirit soon.  If not though, I will be sure to find my birthday spirit in a few days!  And, this will be the first New Year’s I’ve had off in 6 or 7 years!

Rosetta Stone what?

Allora, alors, ثم , so…. for those of you who don’t know me, I like learning languages (have we not already established my high level of nerd?).  And if you saw my post a couple weeks ago (this one) I planned to study the main three I know (French, Italian, and Arabic) on a regular schedule.  Well we all knew that wouldn’t actually happen.  I am, however, refreshing all of my French as I may or may not have claimed to be fluent in it for the sake of getting a job (after twelve years of studying it I should be able to say I am fluent!!!)  Plus, I am teaching one of my friends across the country French, which helps me remember everything too.  (And I have found I enjoy making lessons for it… maybe I would make a good teacher…)

In any case, I long ago discovered that I will never be entirely proficient at anything as once I have learned what I feel is “enough” of something, I get bored.  So instead, I have decided to learn a little bit of EVERY language.  Well, every major language anyways.  Starting with the six languages of the UN (English, French, Spanish, Arabic, Russian, and Mandarin).  If I can learn the five most essential phrases in every language (Hello, Goodbye, Please, Thank You, Excuse Me) I  will consider myself successful.

Mind you this is all a hobby.  You’d think there would be a bigger job market for people with such linguistic skills, but not so much.  At least not that I’ve been able to find.  And no I can’t join the military.  Already checked, too many medical conditions.  (Which, by the way, my “eating healthy” plan did not help but in fact, made worse!)

Anyways, we shall see how it goes.  The problem with self study is I tend to get distracted and then forget everything I have learned.  So if anyone wants to help me with any languages, I will gladly accept (I recently lost my Arabic teacher, so that would be especially helpful)!  I could stand to learn a few curse words too 😉

I do have a method in mind for actually completing this plan, and when I finish I will post the final result!  (Note: I did not say how long this might take…)

Save the Drama for Television

I always thought that T.V. and movies over dramatized the way things are in real life (think “Mean Girls”, “The Secret Life of the American Teenager”, “Dawson’s Creek”, etc.) I always watched these shows and thought, “who can relate to these things?!” Even reality TV I always dismissed as completely unrealistic. But apparently I was wrong. Apparently I’ve managed to fly under the drama radar for nearly twenty-five years. I survived all of middle school, high school, and college without ever really having to worry about liars, cheats, and backstabbers. But apparently it really does exist in real life, far more than I ever knew. Maybe it’s because I’m a likable enough person. Maybe since I try to be nice to everyone, they’re generally at least civil towards me. Maybe because I tend to drop friends that prove to be, well, unfriendly. Maybe because I’ve, until recently, always had mostly mature friends and hung mostly around guys I never noticed it, but girls are mean! They are manipulative and vindictive. This is why I could never join a sorority. Also why I never had very many girl friends except my few best friends. I think, at the end of the day, they’re just jealous. Jealous that I can make friends anywhere I go. Jealous that almost everybody, except them, likes me. Jealous that I am free to do as I please without a husband, or boyfriend, or parents, or kids to tie me down. Jealous that I go places and suddenly upgrade to VIP status. At the end of the day my life is filled with AWESOME because I make it that way. Think it will happen, and it will. Everything happens for a reason.

Most Memorable Memories in Life Were Once a Crazy Random Happenstance

A few months ago, I wrote a post about some of my favorite “things” (which were actually more like memories).   Most of these things were not planned, they kind of just happened.  I feel like sometimes someone pushes us to go somewhere because that is where we are supposed to be.  A couple months later, I wrote a post about opening myself up to more unexpected opportunities that could turn into these types of memories.  (P.S. Links to both of those posts are contained within the text!)  I would like to update and expand on both these posts to show that I am somewhat, slowly but surely, allowing myself to take such opportunities.

I would  like to add to my list of favorite memories the Bikini Laser Tag Rave (yes you read that correctly) I attended because I happened to accept a free ticket to a Tampa Bay Storm Game where one of my friends happened to be reading a newspaper that had an article for an event happening the following night which I just happened to have off.  I had always wanted to attend a rave since high school, and this was a good, clean opportunity to do so.  And it was a blast.  I danced until dawn, made new friends, got a free photo shoot, and listened to some great music.  I would also like to add to my favorites list my two recent trips to Daytona.  Both were fairly random and last minute and ended up being tons of fun!  First was the Daytona 500 in February, which I would never have thought to go to until I won tickets and had a blast (and met Brad Paisley).  Second was a mini beach vacation with a friend that seemed to be just what the doctor ordered to add new life to my other wise busy schedule and just happened to fall on my two days off.  So yes, late night road trips, drinking all day, and good music with family and friends.  Sounds like a winning combination to me!

The moral of this post, and a few of my others, is that you never know what life has waiting around the corner.  You can plan all the trips you want, but, at the end of the day, the most memorable ones are the ones you weren’t expecting.  I figure I get particular days off for a reason, meet particular people for a reason, and end up in particular places for a reason.  I may not yet know that reason, but I’m pretty sure part of it is to have fun and enjoy life!

Waxing Philosophical

One of my friends today made a joke about the age old question- which came first, the chicken or the egg?  I say they came at the same time, there was either a chicken in the egg or an egg in the chicken.   This is my over thinking logical side coming out again.   You know the other quintessential question: is the glass half empty or half full?  I say it’s all the way full, whatever’s not filled with liquid is filled with air!  This does not make me an optimist.  In fact, I am quite the pessimist.  I really wonder what a psychologist would say about my answers though.  I reckon it would be somewhere along the lines of: “you think too much”.  In this day and age, that’s a bad thing.

Birthday Conversations

One of my friends has a blog that is made up of email conversations between her and her friend/roomate.  I was reading it the other day and started laughing because I have a friend that I share similarly hilarious long messages with.  The best is when you can be witty and humorous about anything in your life.  I loved the idea of this blog (I suppose it’s somewhat like the text version of a reality show) so I thought I’d test it out with a post.  The only back story behind this is that all of these messages took place on my birthday, the quotes are funny enough to need no explanation and no explanation will keep them from being incriminating.

-“I just wanna hang out in the pub and be like ‘its my bday!'”
– ” ‘…bow to me!!'”

– “you didn’t use him; you gave him a treat!”
-“Like a puppy!”
-“Now what are you going to train him to do?? …try to use your powers only for good.”

“The photo lady was tryin to get pix and I was like ‘nah’ so she was like ‘how about w him’? So I took a pic w some cute young photo guy named pierre. I was like ‘are you pimping your people out?’ she said she needed to get more tall young men working.”

“we don’t need tbs, real life is filled with ‘characters’!”

“Hope potter soaked your rocks. Or rocked your socks…thanks a bundle, predicive text”

“I only got cheek kisses from the giraffes this time.”

Check out my friend’s blog that inspired me: Twenty Something Emails

A Day in the Life of, well, Me.

The holidays are always a crazy time for everyone.  I, personally, am booked solid into the new year.  Wonder what it’s like? Choose any of numerous cliches- “Burning the candle from both ends”, “No rest for the wicked”, etc.  Honestly, I’m starting to wonder if I just have too many friends.  Too many friends you ask? Can that be possible? Well let’s start with yesterday and you can see what I mean….

tuesday- work in the morning- early afternoon, some Christmas shopping, out to the bars for my friend’s birthday til 3 am

wednesday- up after five hours of sleep, work 14 hours, come home and write this blog before finally crashing

thursday- another all day double

friday- Disney world for the first time in four years all day, christmas/friend’s birthday party number 1

saturday- make brownines for one party, friend’s graduation party an hour south, friend’s bridal shower an hour north, friend’s festivus party back in town,  another friend’s holiday/birthday party

sunday- one friends birthday celebration at busch gardens, work til close, another friends’ holiday party

monday- work a double, then over the bridge for movies and frozen chocolate bananas with a friend from out of town

and then comes going home for christmas, trying to celebrate my quarter-of-a-century birthday (curse my inconvenient birth!), and working doubles every other day including new years eve and new years day!

And somewhere in there I have to do laundry, walk my dog a bagillion times a day, eat, maybe sleep, and possibly shower.  But yeah, I do it to myself.  At least i can’t say my life is boring!

“I’ve got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.”

Life is an Adventure

Here is what I reallized this week: Life is an adventure!  My last post was all about remembering some of my best memories that I could think of.  What about the ones that didn’t turn out as planned?  What about the not so goo things that turned into great things, or at the very least a funny story?

For instance, one of my memories was my surprise party- but originally I was depressed because no one could come to the party I was trying so hard to plan for myself.

Or there’s the adventure that made me realize this in the first place.  The other night, I got off work and was ready to go out when I couldn’t find my phone.  I couldn’t find it anywhere in work, so I went to search my car one more time.  Upon doing so, I locked my keys, and all my money, cards, etc.  in my car.  And all of this was without anything to drink!  So I went back inside and everyone I work with was surprised how calm I was.  What was I supposed to do? I’ve locked my keys in the car plenty of times before, I know I can get them out.  My phone was a little more worrisome, but I have insurance on it, thankfully.  My boss even offered to buy me a beer while I hung out and waited for my coworkers to get done.  I took him up on the offer of course (I never pass on free beer!).  I helped my coworkers close up so they could come help me with my car.  We were trying to break-in with my antenna and an ice cream scoop.  The other two guys decided to run to the store and buy a six-pack, we could have a little party in the parking lot!  When they came back they informed us they had found a cop with a slim jim who would be by to help shortly.  Meanwhile, we continued our method and drank some beers.  The cops came out and were very nice.  I’ve asked other cops to help me when I locked my keys in my car and they said they were not allowed to unless a pet or child was inside.  By the time they got there, my 3 coworkers, my manager, and 4 or 5 of the cooks were there watching, some helping.  I felt so special!

And while it sucks not having a phone for a few days,  now I have a funny story to tell people!

And the moral of that story is: You can turn even some of the crappiest moments of life into a party.  And I’m glad to have such nice coworkers and city police.

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