During scary movies is one thing...but then you have to face the dark and all the unknown that comes with it, including your imagination. All through my growing up years, I'll bet I had seen EVERY scary movie out there! I grew up watching South Park (the alien episodes especially), The X-Files, all Friday the 13th movies, and everything else that was scary. Between my uncle Max who had every scary movie under the sun, my friend Nate who thrives off of everything sick and twisted, and my dad who grew up with that life style as well, I was more than covered with my fair share of scary movies.
I was so scared of everything! Including behind the shower curtain and under the car! I'm not affirming this but there might be a very small chance that I'm still afraid... Not because of anything that I've really seen, of course, but because of my stinkin' (well fed) imagination! It runs wild and there is nothing I can really do about it! What kind of running wild, one might ask? Ha, well I have a few examples.
It was way back when I lived in Pleasant Grove. I was pretty young but still loved to cook. I remember holding a pot of Mac-N-Cheese and facing the hallway. Nobody else was in the room or anywhere near me for that matter. I had previously learned that an elderly couple had died in that apartment (could be a false rumor) and that right there gave my imagination the wheels to start turning. I stood there while made up images ran through my mind of someone rounding the corner, someone I didn't know. Not sure where this thought came from! I then imagined that I dropped my macaroni! Oh no! I became terrified as if this actually happened! What if someone DID just come out of the bedrooms that nobody knew was there? It weighed on my mind so much that when my 7th grade drama teacher gave us an assignment of turning an experience into an act I somehow convinced my group to reenact my imagination! It only took a couple of days after the act was over for me to realize how incredibly stupid that must have been. I just might still be only a little embarrassed to this day.
There were a few years where I took every opportunity I could get to watch scary movies! I loved the thrills and the twists! One could easily say that I was obsessed. Most of the scary movie marathons were held at Nate's home which was just a few blocks away from my house. The movie would end and I would assume everything was okay. But then I had to face the dark. I had to drive home alone! I all of the sudden lost all courage that ever crept into my tiny, little body. What if someone was in my car? What if someone was under my car?? What would I do!? A hop, jump, and a leap into the drivers seat I quickly turn on every light in the entire car to check the back seat. My heart is pounding, ready to expect the worst... Phew... The coast is clear. Now, all I had to do was drive up the street. Easy, right?
As I'm driving up the road I catch something moving in my car out of the corner of my eye. It was my imagination! Nothing was really there! Oh then there it is again! Of course I'm freaking out by then. Turns out it was just the shadow from the street lamp posts. I called my sister about half way home. She was super mad at me for waking her up and would NOT be so great and meet me outside of the house to walk me in! So I called mom. She was in bed too. Go figure. The lights were all off outside of the house and all I had were my headlights. But how would I be able to get inside the safe house without leaving the car and its lights on? Think, Mercedes... Oh! When the garage opens a light turns on! Sweet. But, the garage is super scary. Do I really want to do this? I open the garage and something big and black comes running my way! It barks and jumps on the drivers' side window!
What the heck?? Just then my step dad, Brandon comes outside to see what all the noise is about. He flicks on the front lights and his face is covered in horror mixed with confusion as he sees me absolutely terrified and still in the car after a good half hour of being home. I mustered up the confidence to open the door then to bend down and pet the dog that basically saved me by getting Brandon's attention.
Just then, a car drives by and yells something. I'm not sure who it was, what they said, or really what happened. The next thing I remember is seeing this RED CIRCLE come straight to my face! I felt like I was in a dream. No night could ever be this bad. I turned my face while doing this weird inhale scream thing. Something hit my face and I wasn't sure if it was wet or if I was bawling. My step dad CRACKS UP laughing! I literally curled up in a ball and tried to catch my breath. I was so scared. ....
It took me a few minutes to gather myself and remember all the poor people I've nailed with water balloons. It sure scared the freak out of me! Congrats to whoever did it though, you picked the perfect night to scare someone! I'm so glad I can laugh about this night when at the time I thought it was so traumatic!
That was the Summer I quit watching scary movies. Not just because of that but because I'm pretty sure the house that I lived in after that was straight up haunted. But that's another story for another time! No more scary movies for me EVER AGAIN! So...to go with all of this...I've learned my lesson on water ballooning. It's only fun if you know it's coming! :-/ And don't worry, my imagination has calmed down. Let's hope!
Friday, May 24, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Oh you know, just me in a nut shell. :)
Through these twisted series of games I'd like to call life, I've learned a thing or two about myself. Like for example, I am certain that I have Carnophobia. I am DEATHLY AFRAID of meat!! Killing animals? No big deal. Opening and examining them? Sinch. Eating them? Holy freak count me out!!
I gain love-hate relationships easily... Too easily. With what? Oh just the basics... Sleep... Working out... Cookies and cream anything... Or just food in general.
I love to sleep. But the problem is, is if I want to continue to sleep at night...I'll have to actually get up in the day! It may sound easy to you but it is anything but that for me!
Working out is awesome. I have all of those inspirational quotes and picks and "Reason # ... 's" And I love, love, love the way I feel and look AFTER I go work out... It's just the getting up and going just to give me a cramp or pee my pants cause I don't have any muscles down there part that I don't necessarily love.
So on top of all that, I am addicted to candy and ice cream. Correction: I am addicted to cookies and cream ice cream and the candy bars. There is no possible way that I can live without them. Especially when my mom keeps taking me out to eat Costa Vida, after all that salt I'm gonna need somethin to satisfy my sweet tooth. :)
Speaking of sweet teeth... My Gary Beary is another thing I can't live without. I've learned that I become quite dependent on what other people (he) thinks of me. Maybe that's not such a good thing! He is great though. He encourages me to speak my mind, he is always there to hug me, and best of all, he thinks I'm cute. :) Someday we'll get married. I hope. This subject is particularly hard for me...seeing that I'm already a mom with only stretch marks to prove... I have a very strong need to begin my own family. But he doesn't have that need...or want. Not yet at least.
I am not brave. I could not muster up the confidence I needed to tell my baby boy happy birthday on his April 4th. And then I had planned on writing a blog to all mothers of all kinds to say happy mother's day...but it never happened either. I did, however, have the chance to bare my testimony last Sunday... I'm thankful that the Spirit got me up there I just wish it would've helped me not stumble over my words so much... hahaha... I'm sure there was more than just one sentence that I didn't finish.
I am addicted to dresses and skirts. I believe that only boys should be allowed to wear pants. I'm very old fashioned like that. I always catch myself wanting to watch black and white movies and pretending that I'm living in that era too!
I have a reoccuring dream about three times a week. It's where my teeth fall out. It doesn't hurt. They just get loose and I push them out. One after another. Then I set them all down in front of me and wonder what I'll do next and how much that will cost. Then I wake up. I have always been curious about the meaning of dreams... Especially that one.
I don't believe that cats are important or ever were... Please don't give me that mummy/Egyptian crap. Cats shed and demand too much attention. And they stink. I also believe that dogs should never be inside the house. If it's cold outside, they can sit in the garage. I don't love animals. I do love to slam on my gas when one is crossing the street though! On the contrary, my little sister Chelsey is just like that Elmyra (character from looney tunes) or whatever her name was... "I'll love you for ever and ever and ever..." as she suffocates the poor animal to death in her chest. lol Too much of a good thing I guess.
I think that Weezer is the greatest band that ever existed.
I believe that life should be full of spontaneous acts and every moment should be lived to its fullest.
And last of all, of course the best of all too, family. I've never been one to care about money. I usually have sufficient for my needs. That's not how I consider success. I think that the bigger the family... the better! That right there shows how well off one is.
Thanks so much for reading! And as usual, tell me what you think!!
I gain love-hate relationships easily... Too easily. With what? Oh just the basics... Sleep... Working out... Cookies and cream anything... Or just food in general.
I love to sleep. But the problem is, is if I want to continue to sleep at night...I'll have to actually get up in the day! It may sound easy to you but it is anything but that for me!
Working out is awesome. I have all of those inspirational quotes and picks and "Reason # ... 's" And I love, love, love the way I feel and look AFTER I go work out... It's just the getting up and going just to give me a cramp or pee my pants cause I don't have any muscles down there part that I don't necessarily love.
So on top of all that, I am addicted to candy and ice cream. Correction: I am addicted to cookies and cream ice cream and the candy bars. There is no possible way that I can live without them. Especially when my mom keeps taking me out to eat Costa Vida, after all that salt I'm gonna need somethin to satisfy my sweet tooth. :)
Speaking of sweet teeth... My Gary Beary is another thing I can't live without. I've learned that I become quite dependent on what other people (he) thinks of me. Maybe that's not such a good thing! He is great though. He encourages me to speak my mind, he is always there to hug me, and best of all, he thinks I'm cute. :) Someday we'll get married. I hope. This subject is particularly hard for me...seeing that I'm already a mom with only stretch marks to prove... I have a very strong need to begin my own family. But he doesn't have that need...or want. Not yet at least.
I am not brave. I could not muster up the confidence I needed to tell my baby boy happy birthday on his April 4th. And then I had planned on writing a blog to all mothers of all kinds to say happy mother's day...but it never happened either. I did, however, have the chance to bare my testimony last Sunday... I'm thankful that the Spirit got me up there I just wish it would've helped me not stumble over my words so much... hahaha... I'm sure there was more than just one sentence that I didn't finish.
I am addicted to dresses and skirts. I believe that only boys should be allowed to wear pants. I'm very old fashioned like that. I always catch myself wanting to watch black and white movies and pretending that I'm living in that era too!
I have a reoccuring dream about three times a week. It's where my teeth fall out. It doesn't hurt. They just get loose and I push them out. One after another. Then I set them all down in front of me and wonder what I'll do next and how much that will cost. Then I wake up. I have always been curious about the meaning of dreams... Especially that one.
I don't believe that cats are important or ever were... Please don't give me that mummy/Egyptian crap. Cats shed and demand too much attention. And they stink. I also believe that dogs should never be inside the house. If it's cold outside, they can sit in the garage. I don't love animals. I do love to slam on my gas when one is crossing the street though! On the contrary, my little sister Chelsey is just like that Elmyra (character from looney tunes) or whatever her name was... "I'll love you for ever and ever and ever..." as she suffocates the poor animal to death in her chest. lol Too much of a good thing I guess.
I think that Weezer is the greatest band that ever existed.
I believe that life should be full of spontaneous acts and every moment should be lived to its fullest.
And last of all, of course the best of all too, family. I've never been one to care about money. I usually have sufficient for my needs. That's not how I consider success. I think that the bigger the family... the better! That right there shows how well off one is.
Thanks so much for reading! And as usual, tell me what you think!!
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Just TRUST Me
One sunny afternoon I was working in the outside kiosk at The Wiggy Wash. I was a cashier. Meaning that when customers came up for something I would have to up-sell products or washes and then write some weird numbers on their windshield with soap. Love that. One customer came up and was on the phone. I listened in on his conversation as he said, "I don't know what to do! We just ordered so many new tires and we don't have anyone to sell them to!" I perked up, remembering how my Mercury Sable was in DESPERATE need of new tires saying, "I need new tires!" I didn't catch the name on the name tag or anything but he looked all official decked out in labels of car brands and in a truck to match... He looked trusting, to say the least. Without hesitation, or introducing either of us during our half-a-second conversation I hand him the keys to the first car I've ever bought and demand that he leaves his new truck.
No big deal. I spaced it out. A couple hours later... Still no sign of him. My mind starts racing of all the things that could and probably are going wrong. Was there anything valuable in my car? I forgot but I sure hope not! He left his truck, yeah, but what if he stole that one and now has mine!? Absolutely freaking out by now, I pull up my not-so-smart-phone and try to find all of the tire places around The Wiggy Wash. I only found 15. What could I expect? It was Spanish Fork for crying out loud! After being made fun of by just about all the guys I worked with they told me who that guy was and where his shop was located. Oh, you could only imagine how furious I was for my stupidity and especially for all the guys who encouraged my worries.
A few months later, my Mercury Sable was rear-ended by some moron driving 60 in a 30 zone and slamming on his gas when everyone else was peacefully stopped at a red light. He totalled my car. Ugh. So there I was, not even a year after buying that one...I was already looking for something else.
I was always so embarrassed for how long that other car was. I wanted something compact. Something that would get me better gas mileage. After searching KSL for about a month and a half I finally found a cute little Volkswagon Cabrio which landed right in my price range. I bought it immediately! It was from a family who claimed to be selling it for their brother that was out on a mission. I judged them too quickly...assuming they were honest people. They said the car was great, no body damage, the roof needed to be replaced, and that it passed safety and emissions with flying colors. They signed over the clean title to me and I signed to buy it "as-is." But that's okay, I trusted them.
To my surprise and complete disappointment, the car was technically totalled. My mechanic, Ray, told me to go get my money back. Turns out, whoever "passed" their emissions lied completely. They actually TOOK OUT the check engine LIGHT BULB so that it wouldn't turn on. That was the least of my problems though. Three times the amount that I bought the car for, I was now upside down with. So I sold it. For less than nothing. That was it for me. I don't want another car!
Till today. I met up with someone who I had been in contact with for quite some time. (The lady high on the food chain looking for a nanny on the post before this one.) She told me that I was perfect for the position and we both agreed to move this interview to the next level by exchanging personal phone numbers, emails, and agreeing to do a background check. She said she has a friend who is a retired detective and he has done this for all of their previous nannies. So, of course.... I trusted her. I obviously never learn from previous experiences. There I go, without even a blink I gave her my drivers license number, social security number, and basically signed my life and semi-good credit away. I didn't think about it. And the conversation went on! She encouraged me to buy a vehicle. Here we go. I found a Rav4 that was totally adorable and somewhat in my price range. So incredibly excited I practically flew to the car dealership and signed papers!
Almost four hours later my phone rang, it was the dealership, they said I got approved for the loan. That was marvelous! Except one thing. What if this lady doesn't hire me? What if she does and then she FIRES me?? What if the pay is nothing like what she said it would be and I come out upside down in yet, another car!? All of these things flying around in my mind. I calm down just enough to realize I gave her my SSN. SHE COULD TAKE MY IDENTITY in half of a second if she really wanted to!!!!!!!!
Now, with nothing else to do but wait...I wonder why. Why do I do this all. the. time.? Why? Why do I have so much trust in the fellow-man!?!?
No big deal. I spaced it out. A couple hours later... Still no sign of him. My mind starts racing of all the things that could and probably are going wrong. Was there anything valuable in my car? I forgot but I sure hope not! He left his truck, yeah, but what if he stole that one and now has mine!? Absolutely freaking out by now, I pull up my not-so-smart-phone and try to find all of the tire places around The Wiggy Wash. I only found 15. What could I expect? It was Spanish Fork for crying out loud! After being made fun of by just about all the guys I worked with they told me who that guy was and where his shop was located. Oh, you could only imagine how furious I was for my stupidity and especially for all the guys who encouraged my worries.
A few months later, my Mercury Sable was rear-ended by some moron driving 60 in a 30 zone and slamming on his gas when everyone else was peacefully stopped at a red light. He totalled my car. Ugh. So there I was, not even a year after buying that one...I was already looking for something else.
I was always so embarrassed for how long that other car was. I wanted something compact. Something that would get me better gas mileage. After searching KSL for about a month and a half I finally found a cute little Volkswagon Cabrio which landed right in my price range. I bought it immediately! It was from a family who claimed to be selling it for their brother that was out on a mission. I judged them too quickly...assuming they were honest people. They said the car was great, no body damage, the roof needed to be replaced, and that it passed safety and emissions with flying colors. They signed over the clean title to me and I signed to buy it "as-is." But that's okay, I trusted them.
To my surprise and complete disappointment, the car was technically totalled. My mechanic, Ray, told me to go get my money back. Turns out, whoever "passed" their emissions lied completely. They actually TOOK OUT the check engine LIGHT BULB so that it wouldn't turn on. That was the least of my problems though. Three times the amount that I bought the car for, I was now upside down with. So I sold it. For less than nothing. That was it for me. I don't want another car!
Till today. I met up with someone who I had been in contact with for quite some time. (The lady high on the food chain looking for a nanny on the post before this one.) She told me that I was perfect for the position and we both agreed to move this interview to the next level by exchanging personal phone numbers, emails, and agreeing to do a background check. She said she has a friend who is a retired detective and he has done this for all of their previous nannies. So, of course.... I trusted her. I obviously never learn from previous experiences. There I go, without even a blink I gave her my drivers license number, social security number, and basically signed my life and semi-good credit away. I didn't think about it. And the conversation went on! She encouraged me to buy a vehicle. Here we go. I found a Rav4 that was totally adorable and somewhat in my price range. So incredibly excited I practically flew to the car dealership and signed papers!
Almost four hours later my phone rang, it was the dealership, they said I got approved for the loan. That was marvelous! Except one thing. What if this lady doesn't hire me? What if she does and then she FIRES me?? What if the pay is nothing like what she said it would be and I come out upside down in yet, another car!? All of these things flying around in my mind. I calm down just enough to realize I gave her my SSN. SHE COULD TAKE MY IDENTITY in half of a second if she really wanted to!!!!!!!!
Now, with nothing else to do but wait...I wonder why. Why do I do this all. the. time.? Why? Why do I have so much trust in the fellow-man!?!?
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Tomorrow's The BIG DAY
So just read the title. Can you guess what this will be about?
No?
I'll give you a hint.
Two words: JOB. INTERVIEW.
Oh no, don't think this is just any job interview! This is with someone high on a food-chain willing to pay lots and lots of money to have some almost stranger take care of their child for them! The pressure is ON!!!
See why I'm nervous?
No big deal, right?
So lets start with the easy things. Like....what do I eat today that won't affect me tomorrow morning?
Honey Chex with bananas and soy milk. Feelin' good! Then Costa Vida veg. salad. Feeling bloated... Pretty sure the seams on my dress snapped just a little. So then I'm stressed. Time for feel-good food. Ice cream. Popcorn. Candy bar. And Sprees. Oh, and orange juice.
So the feel-good food didn't feel so good. The stress is showing. I already showered for the day so I better be careful what I do to my face. Blemishes come out of nowhere. Typical. Now I look like Scar Face and am pretty sure I won't fit into my biggest sweats.
That's okay! As long as I have a pretty dress I should be fine, right? Right! (Totally not becoming psycho just thinking about how I have nothing to wear.) Time to call in the big dogs.
Mommy comes over to help. She's suggesting a tee, sweater, khakis and Sperry's...WTF? Mother! This is a breakfast interview! Not a day at the park! We settle on two dresses. Now which one?
It's okay. I can sleep on it.
Sleep.
Oh, the inevitable is about to happen.
Nightmares.
Nightmares of me sleeping through my alarm clock, eventually showing up to breakfast wearing nothing, always being late and laughed at. Then I'll wake up about three minutes before the alarm clock goes off in real life. If I remember to set it.
If I get any sleep at all...that is how it will go down.
So say that all goes down. What happens next?
Oh yes, the two dresses that I've decided to choose from now don't work and I'll need something that I don't have. Time to improvise. Oh no. Now I'm running late and need to do my hair! I showered the night before so my hair is soft and won't hold a curl! I guess I'll throw it up. Make up. Who wears make up anymore? Well, that's what I'll be saying when I look less than impressive with my probably wrinkley outfit, my hair falling out, and no make up on. Nice.
So I leave a safe two hours early. Knowing me, I'll drive 55 mph. Knowing Salt Lake drivers, there'll be 12 crashes, 1000 rubber-neckers going 5 mph. I should've left sooner. When I FINALLY find parking I grab my purse only to realize...I've forgotten my resume.
Things just don't get any better than this, now do they?
So here's what I'll do to prevent all of that.
GET IT READY TONIGHT!!!
I hope all is good in the end. I hope I get the job. I hope I triple-check my alarm clock. I hope I have good news to blog about next. And I hope someone is looking out for me up above.
No?
I'll give you a hint.
Two words: JOB. INTERVIEW.
Oh no, don't think this is just any job interview! This is with someone high on a food-chain willing to pay lots and lots of money to have some almost stranger take care of their child for them! The pressure is ON!!!
See why I'm nervous?
No big deal, right?
So lets start with the easy things. Like....what do I eat today that won't affect me tomorrow morning?
Honey Chex with bananas and soy milk. Feelin' good! Then Costa Vida veg. salad. Feeling bloated... Pretty sure the seams on my dress snapped just a little. So then I'm stressed. Time for feel-good food. Ice cream. Popcorn. Candy bar. And Sprees. Oh, and orange juice.
So the feel-good food didn't feel so good. The stress is showing. I already showered for the day so I better be careful what I do to my face. Blemishes come out of nowhere. Typical. Now I look like Scar Face and am pretty sure I won't fit into my biggest sweats.
That's okay! As long as I have a pretty dress I should be fine, right? Right! (Totally not becoming psycho just thinking about how I have nothing to wear.) Time to call in the big dogs.
Mommy comes over to help. She's suggesting a tee, sweater, khakis and Sperry's...WTF? Mother! This is a breakfast interview! Not a day at the park! We settle on two dresses. Now which one?
It's okay. I can sleep on it.
Sleep.
Oh, the inevitable is about to happen.
Nightmares.
Nightmares of me sleeping through my alarm clock, eventually showing up to breakfast wearing nothing, always being late and laughed at. Then I'll wake up about three minutes before the alarm clock goes off in real life. If I remember to set it.
If I get any sleep at all...that is how it will go down.
So say that all goes down. What happens next?
Oh yes, the two dresses that I've decided to choose from now don't work and I'll need something that I don't have. Time to improvise. Oh no. Now I'm running late and need to do my hair! I showered the night before so my hair is soft and won't hold a curl! I guess I'll throw it up. Make up. Who wears make up anymore? Well, that's what I'll be saying when I look less than impressive with my probably wrinkley outfit, my hair falling out, and no make up on. Nice.
So I leave a safe two hours early. Knowing me, I'll drive 55 mph. Knowing Salt Lake drivers, there'll be 12 crashes, 1000 rubber-neckers going 5 mph. I should've left sooner. When I FINALLY find parking I grab my purse only to realize...I've forgotten my resume.
Things just don't get any better than this, now do they?
So here's what I'll do to prevent all of that.
GET IT READY TONIGHT!!!
I hope all is good in the end. I hope I get the job. I hope I triple-check my alarm clock. I hope I have good news to blog about next. And I hope someone is looking out for me up above.
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