Monday, December 5, 2005
Almost there...
Yay! This is my last week of classes for this semester! Next week I have finals on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Then I get to go home for a month long break! Yay! I'm so ready to be done with school for a little bit. And I'm ready for Christmas! It's my favorite time of the year. And this year over break I am going to Nashville for a church retreat. That should be really fun, I can't wait! Well, I'm going to go study but I thought I would put a little something here since I haven't blogged anything in a long time! Bye!!!
Monday, October 31, 2005
Family Matters
Well, the past 2 weeks have been pretty... well exciting for my family. Maybe exciting isn't the best word but I'm tired and nothing else is popping in to my head right away. Stressful perhaps? Yeah that seems like a better word. Ok here's the story.
Two weekends ago my parents came to visit me for the weekend at school and left my 17 yr. old brother JP home alone for 1 night. My brother is usually a pretty good kid. We have had some very hard times in the past 5 years and he has had a little bit of trouble dealing with everything. In 2000 our dad had an affair and moved out for a while. Ever since then neither of us have had a very good relationship with him. That has been especially hard on JP because now he doesn't really have a good male role model/father figure to look up to. He did look up to my uncle, until he passed away in 2003. He has always looked up to our older brother JC, but last Nov. we found out JC was involved in drugs and the such. JC went to rehab and JP has still sort of looked up to him. My grandpa has also been someone JP has looked up to but in the last 2 years my grandpa had changed and is starting to fall apart emotionally and sometimes it seems mentally too.
Anywho, while my parents were gone, JP asked JC (who is still battling his addiction but lives with my grandparents) to buy him some beer. JC being the "wonderfully cool" (sarcasim) older brother that he is agreed to do so. JP then invited a few friends out to our house to drink. They didn't stay at our house long because they went to another party somewhere else. Well, while they were at our house my mom called to check in. JP told her they were at his friends house. It was a pretty convincing lie- until my mom heard our dog barking in the background. JP tried to pass it off by telling her it was his friends dog, but my mom knew better.
That was Saturday night.
Tuesday evening JP called me to ask me if I had talked to mom. I told him no then asked why. He told me he thought she might have found out that he was at the party at his friends house, but made no mention of the shindig he threw. Later Tuesday night my mom called me and told me what my brother did. She was highly disappointed because 1. she does not condone drinking (of course) and 2. alcholoism runs in our family (my older brother and my grandpa on my dads side, and maybe a few others) so it is something my brother and I both know not to mess with.
Another thing about JP. He does not like to share his emotions and he does NOT like to "talk". He will usually get an "attitude" when my mom tries to talk to him about anything, even simple things like school or football practice. This causes quite a few conflicts between him and my mom. JP gets "tired of mom grilling him all the time" (even when shes really not) and mom gets tired of him "having an attitude all the time" (even when he sometimes doesn't). And I get tired of feeling like I'm stuck in the middle of it sometimes (even when I'm not)!
Well last weekend JP and one of his friends, SE, came down to stay with me for the weekend. We didn't do a whole lot. There were definately no parties! I tried to use my good influence on JP to show him that he doesn't need to drink ot have fun. Hopefully it worked!
Oh, and what about my older brother who was the one responsible for getting JP the beer you ask? My grandparents talked to him and told him "never to do that again". Yeah, I'm sure THAT will work. If only... So now my mom and my grandparents (mostly my grandparents b/c that's where JC lives) have decided revise and inforce the rules we came up with for JC to follow in order to stay at my grandparents house. We came up with those rules when JC moved in with them in March, but nobody has inforced them. Some of those rules were of course NO drugs, no drinking, no girls in the house, random drug tests, and continued treatment. JC is at the bars every weekend, there have been zero drug tests, no continued treatment, and we are pretty sure he is still using.
Some evidence we have that he is still using we discovered very recently. My aunt and uncle were visiting my family this weekend and everyone except my uncle and JC were at my mom's house. My uncle was still at my grandparents because he was getting ready to go hunting and went to use the bathroom. When he walked into the bathroom the window was open and he could smell pot. Yes, pot. And seeing how everyone in my family was at my mom's house except my older brother, you can probably put two and two together.
After my uncle told my aunt about what happened she called my grandma and told her. My grandma's response? "Well we asked him the other night if he was using and he said no." Hmm, let's think about this, shall we? We have a drug addict who we also know to be a compulsive liar, but he says he's not using, so you believe him? Something about that just doesn't sound right.
My mom thinks that my grandparents should have kicked JC out when they found out he bought beer for my little brother. I agree with her. Actually, I think that JC should have been out months ago. In my opinion, JC had disrespected and underappreciated my mom, my grandparents and my whole family. He has not changed his life style at all since he entered rehab. He has continued to lie, manipulate, drink and use drugs. He knows, even without us reminding him or telling him, that those things are completely unacceptable. He was told that in rehab.
I love my brother very much and don't want to see him hurting or in trouble. But, I also want to see him clean and living life right. If him being out on the street, or whatever, is what it takes for that to happen, then I am fine with that. I think that him living with my grandparents is hurting everyone and making everyone's life much more stressful. He is an unhealthy influence on my younger brother and causes my mom and grandparents alot of stress. Unfortunately, my grandparents will not "kick him out", as bad as it sounds, and because they won't do that they are enabling him. I know they are just trying to help him and don't want to see him hit rock bottom, but at this point they need to just let him go because hitting rock bottom might just be what my brother needs. My mom has tried to tell them this, but they don't seem to listen. I wonder if they would think any differently if I talked to them and told them how I feel?
Ohmygosh! This is one long post! And I'm not so sure all of it makes sense but I feel alot better getting it out! Until next time... :)
Two weekends ago my parents came to visit me for the weekend at school and left my 17 yr. old brother JP home alone for 1 night. My brother is usually a pretty good kid. We have had some very hard times in the past 5 years and he has had a little bit of trouble dealing with everything. In 2000 our dad had an affair and moved out for a while. Ever since then neither of us have had a very good relationship with him. That has been especially hard on JP because now he doesn't really have a good male role model/father figure to look up to. He did look up to my uncle, until he passed away in 2003. He has always looked up to our older brother JC, but last Nov. we found out JC was involved in drugs and the such. JC went to rehab and JP has still sort of looked up to him. My grandpa has also been someone JP has looked up to but in the last 2 years my grandpa had changed and is starting to fall apart emotionally and sometimes it seems mentally too.
Anywho, while my parents were gone, JP asked JC (who is still battling his addiction but lives with my grandparents) to buy him some beer. JC being the "wonderfully cool" (sarcasim) older brother that he is agreed to do so. JP then invited a few friends out to our house to drink. They didn't stay at our house long because they went to another party somewhere else. Well, while they were at our house my mom called to check in. JP told her they were at his friends house. It was a pretty convincing lie- until my mom heard our dog barking in the background. JP tried to pass it off by telling her it was his friends dog, but my mom knew better.
That was Saturday night.
Tuesday evening JP called me to ask me if I had talked to mom. I told him no then asked why. He told me he thought she might have found out that he was at the party at his friends house, but made no mention of the shindig he threw. Later Tuesday night my mom called me and told me what my brother did. She was highly disappointed because 1. she does not condone drinking (of course) and 2. alcholoism runs in our family (my older brother and my grandpa on my dads side, and maybe a few others) so it is something my brother and I both know not to mess with.
Another thing about JP. He does not like to share his emotions and he does NOT like to "talk". He will usually get an "attitude" when my mom tries to talk to him about anything, even simple things like school or football practice. This causes quite a few conflicts between him and my mom. JP gets "tired of mom grilling him all the time" (even when shes really not) and mom gets tired of him "having an attitude all the time" (even when he sometimes doesn't). And I get tired of feeling like I'm stuck in the middle of it sometimes (even when I'm not)!
Well last weekend JP and one of his friends, SE, came down to stay with me for the weekend. We didn't do a whole lot. There were definately no parties! I tried to use my good influence on JP to show him that he doesn't need to drink ot have fun. Hopefully it worked!
Oh, and what about my older brother who was the one responsible for getting JP the beer you ask? My grandparents talked to him and told him "never to do that again". Yeah, I'm sure THAT will work. If only... So now my mom and my grandparents (mostly my grandparents b/c that's where JC lives) have decided revise and inforce the rules we came up with for JC to follow in order to stay at my grandparents house. We came up with those rules when JC moved in with them in March, but nobody has inforced them. Some of those rules were of course NO drugs, no drinking, no girls in the house, random drug tests, and continued treatment. JC is at the bars every weekend, there have been zero drug tests, no continued treatment, and we are pretty sure he is still using.
Some evidence we have that he is still using we discovered very recently. My aunt and uncle were visiting my family this weekend and everyone except my uncle and JC were at my mom's house. My uncle was still at my grandparents because he was getting ready to go hunting and went to use the bathroom. When he walked into the bathroom the window was open and he could smell pot. Yes, pot. And seeing how everyone in my family was at my mom's house except my older brother, you can probably put two and two together.
After my uncle told my aunt about what happened she called my grandma and told her. My grandma's response? "Well we asked him the other night if he was using and he said no." Hmm, let's think about this, shall we? We have a drug addict who we also know to be a compulsive liar, but he says he's not using, so you believe him? Something about that just doesn't sound right.
My mom thinks that my grandparents should have kicked JC out when they found out he bought beer for my little brother. I agree with her. Actually, I think that JC should have been out months ago. In my opinion, JC had disrespected and underappreciated my mom, my grandparents and my whole family. He has not changed his life style at all since he entered rehab. He has continued to lie, manipulate, drink and use drugs. He knows, even without us reminding him or telling him, that those things are completely unacceptable. He was told that in rehab.
I love my brother very much and don't want to see him hurting or in trouble. But, I also want to see him clean and living life right. If him being out on the street, or whatever, is what it takes for that to happen, then I am fine with that. I think that him living with my grandparents is hurting everyone and making everyone's life much more stressful. He is an unhealthy influence on my younger brother and causes my mom and grandparents alot of stress. Unfortunately, my grandparents will not "kick him out", as bad as it sounds, and because they won't do that they are enabling him. I know they are just trying to help him and don't want to see him hit rock bottom, but at this point they need to just let him go because hitting rock bottom might just be what my brother needs. My mom has tried to tell them this, but they don't seem to listen. I wonder if they would think any differently if I talked to them and told them how I feel?
Ohmygosh! This is one long post! And I'm not so sure all of it makes sense but I feel alot better getting it out! Until next time... :)
Monday, October 17, 2005
Umm... guys, I think we need a map...
***This one is going on my list of things to never tell my mom about. Or maybe the "things-I'm-not-telling-mom-about-until-I'm-30" list. I haven't decided yet...
This weekend Kay's boyfriend, CS, came to our school with some of his buddies from his school b/c they were playing in a flag football tourney. Saturday morning CS called Kay at like 8:00 to let us know that they were in town and getting ready to start the first game, so Kay and I, being the good friends and fans we are, dragged our butts out of bed and went to watch them play. We missed their first game but made it for their second one at 11:00. We were like the only 2 fans there... what fun!
Anyway, to the point... Saturday night we went out to eat with CS and a few of his friends. After dinner me, Kay, CS, and his friend DB decided we wanted to go out and do something while the rest of the guys went back to the hotel. Me and Kay were all for going to a local dance club, but the boys didn't like that idea to well. So we headed in the city to find something to do.
And when I say city I mean St. Louis. And when I say to "find" something to do I mean find, look, seek out, search. We had no idea of what to do, no idea of where to go, and no map.
We finally decided to go check out the City Museum (from now on refered to as TCM), which is like a giant play-ground. It has all the climbing things like Jungle of Fun does, only it's big enough for adults to do too. Fortunately, I had just looked it up on the internet on Thursday so I slightly remembered what street it was on.
****IMPORTANT NOTE: 1) I've never driven in big city traffic. I'm from a small country town. 2)I've only been in downtown St. Louis like, a few times, and most of them were when I was young. I did go to a concert there a few months ago so I had a vague- no very vague, idea of where about 3 streets were.****
So, here I am, driving us into downtown St. Louis at 9:45 PM, with no idea where to go. All I know to do was look for the street that TCM was on. We drove around for about 20 minutes before I called a friend who knew where TCM was for directions. But after I got off the phone with her, we got even more lost and had to call her back 30 minutes later. After that it took us another 25 minutes after that to find the freakin' place.
Once we found the place we decided not to go in b/c it wasn't worth the 8 bucks to get in plus the $5 parking fee for 2 hours and the boys were kind of tired from playing football all day and they still had games Sunday morning. That made me a little bit mad b/c I wasted all that gas to drive around for like 1 1/2 hours and do nothing. But we stil had fun.
The whole time we were driving DB was talking to people out the window. Not like yelling or being mean, b/c I would have killed him, but just saying random things to people. He told some couple walking their dogs that their dogs were beautiful. He was pretty funny and made being lost not as bad as it could have been. He had never been to STL before so he was amazed at the Arch and kept telling me to drive back by it... which I did about 6 times, but not on purpose. We saw just about every landmark/big important building/stadium/park in downtown STL at least 4 times.
Once we left STL we took the boys back the their hotel and came back to campus and went to bed. Yup. Another exciting night in life of a college student.
In other news:
I went to court today to get my court supervision. I'm not sure how long I have it for or when it starts or anything. But I have 4 motnth to pay $160, so hopefully I can get a job by then! Or make money some how! Christmas falls in that time frame so maybe I'll just ask for money this year... hmm...
Oh yeah, I did end up tell my mom about being lost in STL. She just shook her head and said she wasn't sure if she wanted to know that kind of stuff. Haha. I love her... :)
Well I'm off to study and go to bed! Have a good week everyone! :)
This weekend Kay's boyfriend, CS, came to our school with some of his buddies from his school b/c they were playing in a flag football tourney. Saturday morning CS called Kay at like 8:00 to let us know that they were in town and getting ready to start the first game, so Kay and I, being the good friends and fans we are, dragged our butts out of bed and went to watch them play. We missed their first game but made it for their second one at 11:00. We were like the only 2 fans there... what fun!
Anyway, to the point... Saturday night we went out to eat with CS and a few of his friends. After dinner me, Kay, CS, and his friend DB decided we wanted to go out and do something while the rest of the guys went back to the hotel. Me and Kay were all for going to a local dance club, but the boys didn't like that idea to well. So we headed in the city to find something to do.
And when I say city I mean St. Louis. And when I say to "find" something to do I mean find, look, seek out, search. We had no idea of what to do, no idea of where to go, and no map.
We finally decided to go check out the City Museum (from now on refered to as TCM), which is like a giant play-ground. It has all the climbing things like Jungle of Fun does, only it's big enough for adults to do too. Fortunately, I had just looked it up on the internet on Thursday so I slightly remembered what street it was on.
****IMPORTANT NOTE: 1) I've never driven in big city traffic. I'm from a small country town. 2)I've only been in downtown St. Louis like, a few times, and most of them were when I was young. I did go to a concert there a few months ago so I had a vague- no very vague, idea of where about 3 streets were.****
So, here I am, driving us into downtown St. Louis at 9:45 PM, with no idea where to go. All I know to do was look for the street that TCM was on. We drove around for about 20 minutes before I called a friend who knew where TCM was for directions. But after I got off the phone with her, we got even more lost and had to call her back 30 minutes later. After that it took us another 25 minutes after that to find the freakin' place.
Once we found the place we decided not to go in b/c it wasn't worth the 8 bucks to get in plus the $5 parking fee for 2 hours and the boys were kind of tired from playing football all day and they still had games Sunday morning. That made me a little bit mad b/c I wasted all that gas to drive around for like 1 1/2 hours and do nothing. But we stil had fun.
The whole time we were driving DB was talking to people out the window. Not like yelling or being mean, b/c I would have killed him, but just saying random things to people. He told some couple walking their dogs that their dogs were beautiful. He was pretty funny and made being lost not as bad as it could have been. He had never been to STL before so he was amazed at the Arch and kept telling me to drive back by it... which I did about 6 times, but not on purpose. We saw just about every landmark/big important building/stadium/park in downtown STL at least 4 times.
Once we left STL we took the boys back the their hotel and came back to campus and went to bed. Yup. Another exciting night in life of a college student.
In other news:
I went to court today to get my court supervision. I'm not sure how long I have it for or when it starts or anything. But I have 4 motnth to pay $160, so hopefully I can get a job by then! Or make money some how! Christmas falls in that time frame so maybe I'll just ask for money this year... hmm...
Oh yeah, I did end up tell my mom about being lost in STL. She just shook her head and said she wasn't sure if she wanted to know that kind of stuff. Haha. I love her... :)
Well I'm off to study and go to bed! Have a good week everyone! :)
Friday, October 14, 2005
You call that a movie???
Ok, so I just got back from the movie "A History of Violence". It has Viggo Mortensen, Maria Bello, William Hurt and Ed Harris. It was horrible. It started out with a little bit of potential, then it all just went downhill, fast. It had no plot and it threw in some totally random scenes. Towards the beginning it showed a totally random scene of the main character and his wife getting it on... it was pretty graphic. For a minute I thought it was going to be a porn. And I couldn't figure out how it was revelant to the plot (or the lack-there-of). There were a few other spots in the movie like that too. Oh, yeah, there were also some way-to-gorey... umm... I guess you would call them "fight" scenes, although there wasn't really much fighting or action, just alot of killing. Bloody, brutal, seemingly pointless killing.
It was just bad... a waste of $6.75...
It was just bad... a waste of $6.75...
Thursday, October 13, 2005
WEEEEEE!!
Today started off to be pretty boring. I only have one class on Thursdays at 11:00 and it is supppose to last until 12:15. We had a test today (it's a Psychology class by the way) so it was like 11:45 when I got done and left. I grabbed a sandwhich from Chick-fil-A (I admit... I didn't get what the big deal was about that place at first... but now, I am a border-line addict! I eat there 2 times a day some days! I need CA! Chick-fil-A-ers Annon. Haha.) Anyways, after getting my lunch, I headed back to my room to enjoy it. At about 1:00 my friend "Joe" came to my room to see if I wanted to go eat. I already had, he left, ate, then came back. Around 2 my roommate got back from class so we just sat and watched some tv. Joe decided he was going to take a nap on my bed, so my roomie and I crawled into her bed to do the same. (We have pretty big beds)
That's when things started to turn around. (Not what you're thinking you sickos!)
Kay (my roomate) and I weren't all that tired and got into a "giggly" mood. We kept laughing at nothing and Joe wasn't sure what to think of us. He decided that stealing our blanket would shut us up.
He was WRONG.
We laughed harder. And harder. And harder.
So he took more blankets.
More laughter.
By that time we had no blankets on Kay's bed and we were laughing/complaining about it, so Joe took all the blankets off my bed too.
ALL of them. ALL.
It was war then. We started fighting/wrestling (throwing soft pillows and a few hard punches!) It ended up with all the blankets, pillows and both mattresses on the floor. Then we had the good idea to lean the mattresses up against the bed (which is lofted about 4 1/2 feet of the ground) to creat a slide. Then we decided to lay the mattresses on the floor and jump off the beds onto them. It was great fun. Kind of dangerous, but fun. We had my video camera out filming it all, so someday we can show our kids all the fun stuff we did at college! Haha.
... and since then the day has been boring again... so with that, I'm signing off! Hasta Luego!! :)
That's when things started to turn around. (Not what you're thinking you sickos!)
Kay (my roomate) and I weren't all that tired and got into a "giggly" mood. We kept laughing at nothing and Joe wasn't sure what to think of us. He decided that stealing our blanket would shut us up.
He was WRONG.
We laughed harder. And harder. And harder.
So he took more blankets.
More laughter.
By that time we had no blankets on Kay's bed and we were laughing/complaining about it, so Joe took all the blankets off my bed too.
ALL of them. ALL.
It was war then. We started fighting/wrestling (throwing soft pillows and a few hard punches!) It ended up with all the blankets, pillows and both mattresses on the floor. Then we had the good idea to lean the mattresses up against the bed (which is lofted about 4 1/2 feet of the ground) to creat a slide. Then we decided to lay the mattresses on the floor and jump off the beds onto them. It was great fun. Kind of dangerous, but fun. We had my video camera out filming it all, so someday we can show our kids all the fun stuff we did at college! Haha.
... and since then the day has been boring again... so with that, I'm signing off! Hasta Luego!! :)
Thursday, October 6, 2005
Blueberries & Cherries
Well folks, I got my first speeding ticket yesterday. I was on my way home to watch my brothers homecoming coronationg b/c he was on the court and to suprise my family. Anyway, I got ticketed for doing 91 in a 65 by a county cop. He was really nice about it though, I think b/c it was my first speeding ticket. He told me he would have given me just a warning but he gives everyone going more than 15 mph over the speed limit a ticket, so he had to be fair and not play favorites. So now I have to go to court and ask for court supervision so my insurance doesn't go up. It's going to cost me about $160... and I am a poor college student with no money!!!
Monday, October 3, 2005
My list...
1. Legal First name? Kelsie
2. Were you named after anyone? Nope I don't think so...
3. Do you wish on stars? Yeah sometimes.
4. When did you last cry? Umm... last Sunday I think...
5. What is your favorite lunch meat? Turkey
6. What is your birth date? April 25
7. Whats your most embarrassing CD? Haha umm... probably one I made myself...
8. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Yes.
9. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Only about 47,839 times a day.
10. What are your nicknames? I don't really have any... Ren or Ren-ren I guess... they are both from my mom.
11. Would you bungee jump? I say I would... but I don't think I would when it auctually came down to it.
12. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Not usually...
13. Do you think that you are strong? Yes.
14. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie...
15. Shoe Size? 7 or 8... depends on the brand and style of shoe!
16. Red or pink? Pink
17. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I don't know... I'm pretty happy with myself.
18. Who do you miss most? My uncle Troy... and then all my friends and family back home or at other schools.
19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Jeans and blue and grey tennis shoes.
20. What are you listening to right now? The Eagles "Hotel California"
21. What did you eat for breakfast? I overslept so I didn't eat breakfast today... but usually I eat cereal or pop-tarts.
22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Hmm... probably some shade of pink.
23. What is the weather like right now? Kind of cloudy, hot I guess (the internet says its 82, but when I was outside it was kind of cool), and muggy.
24. Last person you talked to on the phone? My mom I think...
25.The first things you notice about the opposite sex? Eyes and hair.
26. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Nobody sent it to me, I took it from someone else's site b/c I couldn't thing of anything...
27. Favorite Drink? Lemonade I guess...
28. Hair Color? Blonde
29. Do you wear contacts? Yep
30. Favorite Food? Chicken Divan (well any type of chicken really!) and Steak 'n' Shake cheese fries.
31. Last Movie You Watched? "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" and half of "Raising Helen"
32. Favorite Day Of The Year? Thanksgiving or Christmas
33. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? Both
34. Summer Or Winter? Winter
35. Hugs OR Kisses? Both... hugs from most anyone and kisses from that "special someone"... but I don't have a "special someone" right now... so hugs I guess.
36. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? This awesome brownie dessert my mom makes... it has brownies, strawberries, bananas, cool whip and crunched up heath bars... yumm it's so good!
37. Living Arrangements? At college in a dorm room with my best friend.
38. What Books Are You Reading? "Philosophy: Basic Readings", "Dos Mundos: En breve", "Biology: Science for Life" and "Psychology Essentials"... they are all my text books for school. I don't have time to read for fun... and if I do then I'm usually sick of reading..
39. What's On Your Mouse Pad? It's just plain black... but there is some crumbs on it from my Chick-fil-A sandwich that I ate for lunch! :)
40.What Did You Watch Last night on TV? Amazingly, I didn't watch TV last night.
41. Favorite Smells? The ocean, lavander, fresh flowers, guys cologne... anything that doesn't smell bad!
42. Favorite junk food? Popcorn and Cheese-its
43. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles
44. What's the farthest you've been from home? California, New York, Texas
2. Were you named after anyone? Nope I don't think so...
3. Do you wish on stars? Yeah sometimes.
4. When did you last cry? Umm... last Sunday I think...
5. What is your favorite lunch meat? Turkey
6. What is your birth date? April 25
7. Whats your most embarrassing CD? Haha umm... probably one I made myself...
8. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Yes.
9. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Only about 47,839 times a day.
10. What are your nicknames? I don't really have any... Ren or Ren-ren I guess... they are both from my mom.
11. Would you bungee jump? I say I would... but I don't think I would when it auctually came down to it.
12. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Not usually...
13. Do you think that you are strong? Yes.
14. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie...
15. Shoe Size? 7 or 8... depends on the brand and style of shoe!
16. Red or pink? Pink
17. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I don't know... I'm pretty happy with myself.
18. Who do you miss most? My uncle Troy... and then all my friends and family back home or at other schools.
19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Jeans and blue and grey tennis shoes.
20. What are you listening to right now? The Eagles "Hotel California"
21. What did you eat for breakfast? I overslept so I didn't eat breakfast today... but usually I eat cereal or pop-tarts.
22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Hmm... probably some shade of pink.
23. What is the weather like right now? Kind of cloudy, hot I guess (the internet says its 82, but when I was outside it was kind of cool), and muggy.
24. Last person you talked to on the phone? My mom I think...
25.The first things you notice about the opposite sex? Eyes and hair.
26. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Nobody sent it to me, I took it from someone else's site b/c I couldn't thing of anything...
27. Favorite Drink? Lemonade I guess...
28. Hair Color? Blonde
29. Do you wear contacts? Yep
30. Favorite Food? Chicken Divan (well any type of chicken really!) and Steak 'n' Shake cheese fries.
31. Last Movie You Watched? "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" and half of "Raising Helen"
32. Favorite Day Of The Year? Thanksgiving or Christmas
33. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? Both
34. Summer Or Winter? Winter
35. Hugs OR Kisses? Both... hugs from most anyone and kisses from that "special someone"... but I don't have a "special someone" right now... so hugs I guess.
36. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? This awesome brownie dessert my mom makes... it has brownies, strawberries, bananas, cool whip and crunched up heath bars... yumm it's so good!
37. Living Arrangements? At college in a dorm room with my best friend.
38. What Books Are You Reading? "Philosophy: Basic Readings", "Dos Mundos: En breve", "Biology: Science for Life" and "Psychology Essentials"... they are all my text books for school. I don't have time to read for fun... and if I do then I'm usually sick of reading..
39. What's On Your Mouse Pad? It's just plain black... but there is some crumbs on it from my Chick-fil-A sandwich that I ate for lunch! :)
40.What Did You Watch Last night on TV? Amazingly, I didn't watch TV last night.
41. Favorite Smells? The ocean, lavander, fresh flowers, guys cologne... anything that doesn't smell bad!
42. Favorite junk food? Popcorn and Cheese-its
43. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles
44. What's the farthest you've been from home? California, New York, Texas
Monday, September 26, 2005
Blogging again... finally!!
I am back in the blogging world. I got so busy during the summer with work, getting ready to move to school, work, friends & family, and well, a little bit more work, I forgot about my blog! I probably wouldn't have remembered it either, if my WONDERFUL aunt hadn't e-mailed me and told me to get online and blog about something so she could follow my ever exciting life(sarcasim) with-out using her cell phone minutes! Haha. :) I love you Son!
So anyway... I have been at college for just over a month and so far it's going good. The classes aren't too horribly bad. I only have 4 classes that add up to 13 hours, which is making adjusting to school pretty easy and smooth. I have a Spanish 101 class- it's an "elementary" spanish class and I had 2 years of spanish in high school so thus far I'm not having any problems! I also have Biology 111 which I like... the professor is a little bit wacky but do you expect from a biologist? (Sorry if I offend any scientists out there!) Psychology is probably my favorite class. The professor is about 85 years old and when she expains stuff I get more confused than I was before (and I think she does too) but I still love the class. I am fasinacated by the mind and the way it works... maybe thats because my family is so dysfunctional (I know, everyone's family is dysfunctional but seriously mine is dysfunctional almost to the extreme... but that's another blog on another day!) and most of my adolescent life has been pretty crazy. (but that's also another blog on another day!) My final class, and my most loathed one, is Philosophy. I just don't get it. At all. Any of it. What is the point of philosophy? It's so dumb...
My major (at least what I plan on it being) is Speech Pathology. For those who don't know what that is, it is a Speech Therapist. Ya know, the person who helps little kids correct speech impediments, helps stroke victims learn to talk correctly again, ect. It's a great field to be in. There are SO many job possibilities. Once I get my masters and am certified I will be able to work in a school, a hospital, a nursing home, have my own practice and do private in home sessions, ect. I hope to work in a school setting or to do the private in-home sessions for children. My back up plan is major in elementary education or special education. I love little kids!
The social part of college is... well... I haven't met that many people yet so... the people I have met are nice but I just haven't "clicked" with them. Everyone likes to go out and party alot, like most colloge students do, and I'm just not into that. I'm not against it, but it's not a priority to me to go out and get drunk every weekend (or weeknight for that matter) just because I can. And I'm not just saying that because my aunt reads this and might possibly tell my mom. She would never do that. Plus she knows that I only like to party with her and the baseball players! Haha! :) Also I have gone home alot of weekends. A big bonus is that I am rooming with one of my best friends so I have someone to talk to and hang out with. I think alot of people thought it wouldn't work out but so far it's been great! There is a couple of people from our hometown that live here and are about 3 or 4 years older than us, but we hang out with them alot. They have introduced us to a lot of people so we are making friends off campus.
Well, I better wrap things up here so I can finish reading for class tomorrow! Yippie! :)
Happy blogging everybody! Come back again! Oh yeah and leave me a msg. and let me know what you think! Remember, I'm still pretty new at this so I might need a little "coaching" from some professionals! :)
So anyway... I have been at college for just over a month and so far it's going good. The classes aren't too horribly bad. I only have 4 classes that add up to 13 hours, which is making adjusting to school pretty easy and smooth. I have a Spanish 101 class- it's an "elementary" spanish class and I had 2 years of spanish in high school so thus far I'm not having any problems! I also have Biology 111 which I like... the professor is a little bit wacky but do you expect from a biologist? (Sorry if I offend any scientists out there!) Psychology is probably my favorite class. The professor is about 85 years old and when she expains stuff I get more confused than I was before (and I think she does too) but I still love the class. I am fasinacated by the mind and the way it works... maybe thats because my family is so dysfunctional (I know, everyone's family is dysfunctional but seriously mine is dysfunctional almost to the extreme... but that's another blog on another day!) and most of my adolescent life has been pretty crazy. (but that's also another blog on another day!) My final class, and my most loathed one, is Philosophy. I just don't get it. At all. Any of it. What is the point of philosophy? It's so dumb...
My major (at least what I plan on it being) is Speech Pathology. For those who don't know what that is, it is a Speech Therapist. Ya know, the person who helps little kids correct speech impediments, helps stroke victims learn to talk correctly again, ect. It's a great field to be in. There are SO many job possibilities. Once I get my masters and am certified I will be able to work in a school, a hospital, a nursing home, have my own practice and do private in home sessions, ect. I hope to work in a school setting or to do the private in-home sessions for children. My back up plan is major in elementary education or special education. I love little kids!
The social part of college is... well... I haven't met that many people yet so... the people I have met are nice but I just haven't "clicked" with them. Everyone likes to go out and party alot, like most colloge students do, and I'm just not into that. I'm not against it, but it's not a priority to me to go out and get drunk every weekend (or weeknight for that matter) just because I can. And I'm not just saying that because my aunt reads this and might possibly tell my mom. She would never do that. Plus she knows that I only like to party with her and the baseball players! Haha! :) Also I have gone home alot of weekends. A big bonus is that I am rooming with one of my best friends so I have someone to talk to and hang out with. I think alot of people thought it wouldn't work out but so far it's been great! There is a couple of people from our hometown that live here and are about 3 or 4 years older than us, but we hang out with them alot. They have introduced us to a lot of people so we are making friends off campus.
Well, I better wrap things up here so I can finish reading for class tomorrow! Yippie! :)
Happy blogging everybody! Come back again! Oh yeah and leave me a msg. and let me know what you think! Remember, I'm still pretty new at this so I might need a little "coaching" from some professionals! :)
Sunday, July 3, 2005
What's up with kid's these days?...
And I'm not talking about "teen-ager kids". I am one of those and I realize that, although many in my generation give teen's a "bad rep", we are relatively good. That is when compared to the kids who are currently "pre-teen" and younger.
I work at the public pool in my town and we get some of the most trashy, mouthy little turds (that's saying it nicely) there are. Last week I had a 6 year old, BR, back talk me because I told him he was "benched" (that just means that he had to sit down for 15 minutes without talking to anyone because he broke a rule.).
To start off with he was running which is not allowed. I had told BR about 5 or 6 times to stop running, and the other 2 lifeguards had each told him about the same amount of times. Now, I understand that it is hard for a kid to walk when he is playing with his friends and having a good time at the pool. But being told 15 times to not run in a 2 1/2 hour time span is a bit extreme. So I stopped BR and told him if he ran again he would have to sit down for about 10 minutes. He said ok I won't run and hopped back in the pool and I went back to being the wonderful and attentive lifeguard that I am. A few minutes later, a little boy, JH, who is about 7 or 8 walked up to me holding his side and crying. I asked him what was wrong. JH said he got pushed in the deep end and when he got pushed he hit his side on the concrete wall.
Normally, I would have sorta blown it off because it happens all the time, but since JH was hurt and crying, I asked if he saw who pushed him. He said no, but the other guard saw the kid and pointed him out to me. Yep, it was BR. I went over to BR and explained to him, *nicely* that he couldn't push other kids in, that JH got hurt because of him, blah, blah, blah... After the lecture I told him he had to sit out for 15 minutes for pushing and running (BR was running while I was talking to JH). That little s**t looked me right in the eye and said "No."
Shocked at being backtalked by a 6 yr. old, I stood there for a few seconds. Then I looked at BR and (still being slightly nice) said "Yes, get out and go sit on the blue bench." He looked at me like he knew I meant business and started to swim towards a ladder. But when he was about 2 ft. away from the ladder he started to swim towards the center of the pool. I blew my whistle at him and (getting more ticked off by the second) said, "I told you to get out, and I meant it. Get over here, get out, and go sit down." He began to head to a different ladder then pulled the same stunt.
By now I was pretty pissed. I walked over in front of BR and said, "If you don't get out now, you will be sitting on that bench for much longer than just 15 minutes." BR started to whine that he need to find his 12 yr. old brother Derrik (who I despise). I told BR that if he went and sat for a little while then I would get his brother for him. However, BR spotted Derrik in the concession area before he got to the bench so he ran, yes ran, to sit by his brother. I walked over to him and said "What do you think you are doing?" BR replied, "It doesn't matter where I sit so I'm going to sit here." I glared at him. "Yes it does matter where you sit," I told him. "Go sit on the blue bench." He looked at me and started to whine again. "But I'm sitting here and I'm being good!" he said. "I don't care!" I nearly yelled. "Go sit down where I told you to or else I might just make you go home for the rest of the day, and maybe the rest of the week too."
I finally had to have his brother nearly drag him to the bench. After he sat down I told him he couldn't talk to anyone and he could get up when I felt like letting him. Then I went inside the bath house for less than 1 minute and when I came back out he was walking back to the concession area. I walked over to him and asked him what he was doing. "I was looking for you so I could ask you how long I have to sit here for." UGH!!!! That was a load of crap. I told him once again he could sit there until I felt like telling him to get up. Then I had to go switch spots with the guard at the other end of the pool. About 5 minutes after I got to the other side of the pool BR got up and left the pool so he wouldn't have to "serve his time".
At the end of the day the girl who was cashering told me BR and Derrik made a big fuss about BR getting benched and they said their mom would come out to the pool and yell at me and complain to my boss about me. She told them to bring it on and then told BR that the next time he came to the pool he had to sit out for twice as long (like 30-40 minutes) before he could swim for leaving. Haha... revenge is a sweet, sweet thing...
Anyway I was totally blow away by the blatant cockyness and rebellion I got froma SIX YEAR OLD!!! What are his parents teaching him at home?? I hope that when I have kids (in the far, very far future) they, and their friends won't be as spoiled and bratty as the kids today are.
I work at the public pool in my town and we get some of the most trashy, mouthy little turds (that's saying it nicely) there are. Last week I had a 6 year old, BR, back talk me because I told him he was "benched" (that just means that he had to sit down for 15 minutes without talking to anyone because he broke a rule.).
To start off with he was running which is not allowed. I had told BR about 5 or 6 times to stop running, and the other 2 lifeguards had each told him about the same amount of times. Now, I understand that it is hard for a kid to walk when he is playing with his friends and having a good time at the pool. But being told 15 times to not run in a 2 1/2 hour time span is a bit extreme. So I stopped BR and told him if he ran again he would have to sit down for about 10 minutes. He said ok I won't run and hopped back in the pool and I went back to being the wonderful and attentive lifeguard that I am. A few minutes later, a little boy, JH, who is about 7 or 8 walked up to me holding his side and crying. I asked him what was wrong. JH said he got pushed in the deep end and when he got pushed he hit his side on the concrete wall.
Normally, I would have sorta blown it off because it happens all the time, but since JH was hurt and crying, I asked if he saw who pushed him. He said no, but the other guard saw the kid and pointed him out to me. Yep, it was BR. I went over to BR and explained to him, *nicely* that he couldn't push other kids in, that JH got hurt because of him, blah, blah, blah... After the lecture I told him he had to sit out for 15 minutes for pushing and running (BR was running while I was talking to JH). That little s**t looked me right in the eye and said "No."
Shocked at being backtalked by a 6 yr. old, I stood there for a few seconds. Then I looked at BR and (still being slightly nice) said "Yes, get out and go sit on the blue bench." He looked at me like he knew I meant business and started to swim towards a ladder. But when he was about 2 ft. away from the ladder he started to swim towards the center of the pool. I blew my whistle at him and (getting more ticked off by the second) said, "I told you to get out, and I meant it. Get over here, get out, and go sit down." He began to head to a different ladder then pulled the same stunt.
By now I was pretty pissed. I walked over in front of BR and said, "If you don't get out now, you will be sitting on that bench for much longer than just 15 minutes." BR started to whine that he need to find his 12 yr. old brother Derrik (who I despise). I told BR that if he went and sat for a little while then I would get his brother for him. However, BR spotted Derrik in the concession area before he got to the bench so he ran, yes ran, to sit by his brother. I walked over to him and said "What do you think you are doing?" BR replied, "It doesn't matter where I sit so I'm going to sit here." I glared at him. "Yes it does matter where you sit," I told him. "Go sit on the blue bench." He looked at me and started to whine again. "But I'm sitting here and I'm being good!" he said. "I don't care!" I nearly yelled. "Go sit down where I told you to or else I might just make you go home for the rest of the day, and maybe the rest of the week too."
I finally had to have his brother nearly drag him to the bench. After he sat down I told him he couldn't talk to anyone and he could get up when I felt like letting him. Then I went inside the bath house for less than 1 minute and when I came back out he was walking back to the concession area. I walked over to him and asked him what he was doing. "I was looking for you so I could ask you how long I have to sit here for." UGH!!!! That was a load of crap. I told him once again he could sit there until I felt like telling him to get up. Then I had to go switch spots with the guard at the other end of the pool. About 5 minutes after I got to the other side of the pool BR got up and left the pool so he wouldn't have to "serve his time".
At the end of the day the girl who was cashering told me BR and Derrik made a big fuss about BR getting benched and they said their mom would come out to the pool and yell at me and complain to my boss about me. She told them to bring it on and then told BR that the next time he came to the pool he had to sit out for twice as long (like 30-40 minutes) before he could swim for leaving. Haha... revenge is a sweet, sweet thing...
Anyway I was totally blow away by the blatant cockyness and rebellion I got froma SIX YEAR OLD!!! What are his parents teaching him at home?? I hope that when I have kids (in the far, very far future) they, and their friends won't be as spoiled and bratty as the kids today are.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Where does the time go?
Oh boy. I feel like I have had almost no time to sit down at my computer to check my e-mail much less blog about my life. These past two weeks have been very crazy... and the next two are going to be even more so. I only have 12 more days until I graduate! I'm so excited!! However there is so much to do! School, homework, cleaning, work, helping mom with getting stuff ready, spending time with family & friends... ohmygosh! The list seems like it never ends! Well I better go so I can finish a few more things then go to bed! Whew! I will try to blog about more important (or less boring) things later-- if I can think of anything!
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
My First Blog!
Hello! I am new to the Blogging world so everyone's going to have to bear with me until I figure everything out! I decided to get my own blog site after my aunt told me about hers. I don't have much time to blog now because finals are 2 weeks away and I am busy studying and doing homework so I can be prepared for them! I will be back to blog more later!
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