Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Just Life

I suppose at some points during your life, you should slowly realize that discontentment with yourself will be inevitable.
You will feel lonely and uninvited. You will feel out of place and out of body.
It’s not so much the teenaged angst “no one understands what I’m going through” sort of experience; More like a familiar reminder that life isn’t always up.
Friends won’t always be there.
You won’t always have plans.
Some days you will feel tired and down.
Sort of apathetic and distant.
Your reflection in the mirror won’t be what you want to see.
Even your own voice may get deep under your skin.
You might make a keen observation as to how ordinarily boring you seem.
Or maybe that deep unwanted feeling.
Perhaps, you’ll notice how everyone around you seems happier and better off.
Solution :
Cry a little. Cry a lot. Cry loud. Sob deeply. It feels good.
Remember that “this too, shall pass”.
Take a deep breath and remind yourself that there is only one you in this world.
Take a moment to understand that despite how you feel, you ARE important.
You ARE beautiful.
You are WORTH it.
Keep moving.
Keep working.
Smile harder.
Laugh louder.
You’ll be just fine.
It’s just a rut.
It’s just a phase.
It’s just life.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Realizing Ordinary

The realization that you're just ordinary is probably the most perplexing feeling. Because you're not weird or unique or intriguing. No one is curious about you. You're just merely there and that's all you'll ever be.

You have no secret hidden talents or special qualities that set you apart from anybody else. You're just ordinary and no one really cares about that. No one wishes to know more about you. You don't fascinate or capture anyone's attention.

I was happier when I thought I was weird. I was happier when I thought I had people's attention. I liked feeling like, even though it wasn't a lot of people, at least some people were interested in knowing me.

Lately, no one is interested in knowing me. No one calls me. No one really talks to me. No one invites me to do anything. All of my "friends" have moved on with their lives. And I'm just stuck here. Being ordinary and boring and pointless.

There is really no specific reason I am here. I'm just here. Wasting oxygen. Going about my day. Going through my daily routines of nothing important. Waking up. Working. Going home. Sleeping. Waking up. Working. Going home. Sleeping. Eating dinner. Watching a movie. Smoking a cigarette.

The only person in this world who even makes me feel good is Bailey. And Bailey is a dog. And as amazing and adorable as he is, I'm afraid to say that I don't think he counts for much.

So that's it. The realization that you're ordinary. My original point. It's a very lonely feeling. It's a feeling so lonely that I find myself laying in bed at night, for hours, just wondering what's the point of even being on this earth. What is my purpose? Why the fuck am I even here? I have no purpose. There is no point to my existence. I'm just an ordinary, boring, useless person.

I'm not funny. I'm not pretty. I'm not smart. I'm not skinny. I'm not interesting. I'm not unique. I'm not witty. I'm talentless. I offer absolutely nothing to planet earth, or the other almost 7 billion people who populate it.

I've never been so discontent with myself in my entire life.

Friday, August 17, 2012

What.

I'm going to be 23 next month.
It feels weird, because when I was younger, I could never comprehend being an adult.
I always thought I was some weird breed of human, and that I would never grow up or get older.

Here I am. grown up and older. And still growing up and getting older.

I'm afraid that I'm going to wake up, 30 years old and nothing accomplished. I feel that way sometimes. Unaccomplished. I really can't think of anything that I've done to better my life or the world. I feel like I have nothing to show for it.

I guess there are worse things in life than being unaccomplished.

Hey, at least I'm not in jail?

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Fife Life

Up north turned out to be not as great as I thought. A lot of heat. A lot of bugs. Turns out, my brother drunk is not the greatest thing in the world. haha. No. I take that back. My brother drunk is pretty great, but there are a lot of ups and downs to camping.

So, let's just say, when I got home yesterday I was a bit more happier than I thought I'd be.

We ended the trip early because Mike and Kenny literally broke our tent. Our amazing tent. Fucker was huge. Had a couch. A table. A lamp. Two queen sized air mattresses. It was the chill pad. The adults called it "The pothead party tent" because that's where all us kidults (we're still kids, but we're the age of adults) came to get fuuuuuuuuuucked up. Smoked the pot tent. Drank all the alcohol tent. You know. The party. And Mike and Kenny broke it. They ruined our house. hah.

So me and Alex came home yesterday. I took a nap. Had an amaaaaaaazing shower. Got to cuddle with Bailey and Gizmo (: Which is good. Because I missed them a lot. I don't think Gizmo missed me too much, but I know Bailey did. He was so excited when I walked in the door I thought his butt was gonna fall off. haha.

I'm still going to Pennsylvania tomorrow. I'm real excited to see Jamie and Nate :D I get paid tomorrow so I'll hit the road after work. Also, I need to call and pay my stupid speeding ticket. Fuck small town cops.

Other than the downs, the ups were awesome (: Especially the part where I got drunk as fuck and punched my brother in the face for $20.00. LOL

Oh boy. Fife Life.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Partner In Crime

I suppose I should make myself perfectly clear before I come off as negative. I just want to say that I am not negative. I've actually only been negative for a short period in my life, and I am way past that period.

Here's the thing. I love being single. I love that I have no drama and no "commitment" and no bullshit. I love that I can do whatever I want when I want. I can flirt and giggle and do all of that shit and not have to feel guilty about it.

But I've been single for a long ass time.
And I seriously miss the feeling of being loved. And someone being there for me.

So, why don't you just go out and get a boyfriend, you ask? Yeah. You try it.

Now, I'm not saying that I'm fat or ugly or both, but let's just say that if guys really wanted your personality, then I'd have so many guys after me that I wouldn't even know what to do with myself. I'd probably just end up spinning around in circles and peeing everywhere. That kind of overwhelmed.

Because I have a great personality. I know this for a fact. I'm not a jealous person. I'm not clingy. I'm not confrontational. I've never been great at nagging. I'm not immature or stuck up or annoying or ridiculous, or any other of the fucked up traits that guys put up with in order to be with someone who is physically attractive.
I'm funny. I'm spontaneous. I don't have kids. I have a good job. I have my own car. I have a great family who supports me in every way. I have awesome friends who are just as equally awesome as my awesome family. I'm good with advice and listening and I'm just an all around big ball of fun in a basket.

So what the fuck?

Here's my favorite, "I wish I could date a girl like you."
         Uh....so fucking date me? You know I've been single for 80 years.

"I wish there were more girls like you. You have a good head on your shoulders."
         Uh....there's....me?....with a good head...on my shoulders.

"My girlfriend is so annoying. And she always wants to know what I'm doing and where I'm at and who I'm with. Why can't she just be chill like you?"
         UHHHH...I'M FUCKING CHILL YA DUMB FUCK.

So. There are just a few examples of idiots.
And yeah yeah. I know, I know. "If they can't see what a great catch you are then they don't deserve you."

Shut the fuck up. That's just something that people who are actually happy with someone say to someone who can't catch a great guy.

And then there are a couple of my friends. Who have the WORST personality traits and yet manage to find these awesome guys who are just ready to marry the fuck out of them.

We'll start with my one friend. We will call her Friend One. Original? I thought so too (:

Friend One has not graduated from high school. Therefore, she will never find an actual job (no offense). She will never make enough money to live super comfortably. Friend One has a terrible attitude and an even worse outlook on life and the world in general. She is naive, uneducated, and kind of bitchy. Now, I'm not talking shit. I'm just saying. There are certain things that I and Friend One do NOT talk about because it usually results in a huge fight and not talking for weeks. And on a friend level, she's one of the best there is. So I do not like fighting with Friend One. Because she will be my friend for life. But who the fuck actually dates someone like that? Her boyfriend. Who is older and makes good money and is sweet and mature. He's letting her move into his cute little trailer with him and he's been helping her raise her daughter for the past year.

What the fuck????

Then there is Friend Two. Who treats her amazingly awesome and sweet and funny and cute boyfriend like shit. And she flirts with her ex boyfriends who she has sexual tension with. And she's selfish and kind of bitchy and irritating at times. And if things don't go her way, she pouts and gets mad.

WHAT THE FUCK????


And those are just a couple out of a hundred other examples I could provide. And you know why they have cute and awesome and financially stable boyfriends? Because they're fucking pretty.
And in the world today, pretty means getting whatever the fuck you want.

Oh, what was that Mandy? You have brains and wit and you're not a clingy psycho bitch from hell? OH WELL. You're shit out of luck because you got royally jipped in the gene pool department.

Cool.

That's part of the reason I've been trying to lose weight. Because, lucky for me, I'm not completely hideous to look at, but I know that me being bigger has kept away a few guys. And when I say a few, I mean all of them. Here's the depressing part. I'm going to lose all of this weight and I'm gonna be looking all fine and shit, and a WHOLE BUNCH of guys will start showing interest. And then I'm going to have to remind myself that they're only interested BECAUSE I look good.
And that's not a great foundation for a sound and sturdy relationship.

Here's another good part. I don't even want what most girls want. Most girls want that fairy tale dream guy who will clean up after them and buy them shit and wine and dine them and woo them and be romantic and give them the world.

I just want a best friend who will be there for me and have sex with me once in awhile. haha. I want that guy who's not afraid to call me out on my bullshit. I want someone who likes being random and funny and obnoxious, but knows when to be sweet and serious. I just want to be told I'm pretty. And interesting. I just wanna hold hands and go for long walks and tell eachother everything.

I don't want a fairy tale. I don't want a dream wedding with a fucking lavish gown and a million people to show up and I don't want the spotlight on me and the gifts and the shit.

I just want a partner in crime.
And it's fucking depressing because all the good guys are already taken by psycho bitches with terrible personalities.
The world is a joke.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

9 Days

Just nine. I can practically taste the air up north, that's how close I am to this vacation. I am absolutely so fucking excited. I can't even type properly. I've already corrected about eighteen spelling mistakes.

The only downside is now the time is going even slower. Although, this day has flown by pretty fast. It feels like a Friday and I was so excited because I thought I was getting paid. But it's just Thursday. And I'm not getting paid.

AHHHH. I can't take it.
On another note, I need to make a more serious blog post soon. I did it on tumblr, but I have so many followers on tumblr. So I feel like I'm pouring my heart out to a bunch of strangers and a couple close family members and friends. And it's weird because it's not really something I want to talk about to the whole world.

On here, the only person who is following me is Jamie, and I know I can tell that girl literally anything. So I don't mind if she reads it. And any other strays up in here reading my shit, that's cool too because I don't know you :) SO boom.

But yes. Excitement. Craziness. Not even close to prepared. Probably won't even be prepared ever. But who cares? Not this girl! :D

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Oh, Brother!

Kenny can be mad at me all he wants. I know that brothers and sisters are supposed to "have one another s back" and all that good shit, and I'm down for that when it comes to certain things, but I'm not okay with him fucking around with a 14 year old. Especially since he just turned 18 two weeks ago. And especially not behind my dad's back in my father's house.

We have rules, as children. We have always had rules. And of course now that he's 18 he doesn't have a curfew or anything. But 18 is not an official ticket to just do whatever the fuck you want.

I like Cammie. She's a nice girl. I mean, I only met her once, but she was very sweet and respectful. However, messing around with an 18 year old guy you're not even dating is kind of...gross. I look at that as a person who has no respect for herself. Especially when you're like 14 or 15 and his parent(s) is/are not home.

As we get older, I'm starting to realize that my brother and I are two completely different people. I mean, obviously, since we are literally two different people, but it's almost like he's retained nothing. I made a lot of mistakes when I was younger. Between the ages of 13 and 17, I was a complete mess. I broke all the rules and did the bad things and got in trouble. And he was innocent little Kenny. And now the roles are completely reversed. Around 18 and 19, and especially after that, I grew up. I truly let right and wrong sink in and I try to deal with all life's situations maturely and open minded. I try to do the right thing and be respectful.

The only people who come into my house when my dad's not home are my friends. And I hardly ever have guys in the house when my dad isn't home. And even if I do have a guy in my house when my dad isn't home, he's not uderage and we aren't playing doctor with my bedroom door closed.

Kenny is really mad at me. And I feel bad for "tattling", but I really am just looking out for him. Sure, I could have talked to him myself, but will that really do any good? No. No 18 year old boy high and mighty on a newly found power trip wants to listen to the preaching words of his 22 year old sister. But I know for a fact that Cammie's parents don't like her hanging out with Kenny because of his age. And I know for a fact that if her parents ever found out that their just barely pubescent daughter was shacked up with her shorts at her ankles in my brother's non parental supervised house that they would more than likely press charges. And by pressing charges, that would make my only think with one head brother a sex offender. Which can pretty much ruin your entire life as you know it.

I mean, I don't even want to think about what would happen if he got her pregnant. Or pissed her off. Which, for those of you who don't know too many girls at that age, it's not too hard to piss them off.

I just wish he would think. He doesn't have any common sense, and if he does, he doesn't listen to it. At all. Which is a huge difference between us because I think about everything before I do it. Not just ponder it or swish it around inside my brain for a few minutes, I mean, I REALLY think about it.

For instance, I could have just called my dad on the spot yesterday when I walked in and saw Cammie's shoes at the front door. Or when my brother came out of his closed room just wearing basketball shorts. Or during any point in the brief conversation, especially when the words "I'm 18. What's dad going to say?" came out of my ever knowing little brother's mouth.

I asked him if they were having sex and he said, "No. I'm wearing shorts?" And I said, "Is Cammie wearing shorts?" And he said no.

But no. I didn't call my dad. I didn't tell on him right away. I thought it over. And I slept on it. And I thought everything through. The pros and cons of tattling.

And I decided, that as an adult, it would be in his best interest if my father knew and had a talk with him. Because Kenny just doesn't know how to fucking think.

So be mad all you want. I'm sure you'll be thankful when you make it past the age of 19 before you're a father. Or when you can actually get a decent job because you're NOT on the sex offenders list for the rest of your stupid ignorant life.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Phone Chats and Excitement

So Kenny is officially driving himself up. Him and Mike are taking Mike's car. Which means I get the iTrip :D  Only 24 days and then I leave (: I'm so excited I could pee myself right now. Or, that could just be the fact that I really really have to pee.

But anyway :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
I have so much I need to do before I go. I still need to find inner tubes to go down the river in. Although, I might just wanna skip out on going down the river altogether. It's just a really big headache. First we all have to drive to the drop off where we will be getting out of the river. Then there also has to be a person who isn't going down the river, which could end up being me, who will drive everyone to the starting point. Which takes a few trips. haha. And then the water is cold. And there are bugs that buzz in your ear (And if you know me at all, you'll know that is the number one thing that bugs the fuck outta me. I hate things buzzing in my ear with a passion. It's annoying and it tickles and I want no part in it.). And there are big pokey sticks that stick out of the water and poke you in the asshole...if you're not careful. I don't know. Just a hassle. And everybody gets drunk and sings and there are always the couple few who are so drunk and focused on waking up every single animal with their dying cat-like voices, that they end up falling into the water and screaming for help like their life is over. And it's so weird because if you have to pee you just have to do it right then and there. In your bathing suit. In the inner tube. In the river. haha.

So maybe I will skip out on all that jazz. All I know is I am swimming and relaxing and drinking all of those days away. I might take a break for the parade, but start up again for the fireworks. I just can't wait to sleep whenever I want and relax. I don't even know. It's going to be heaven.

I think I'll leave Fife on the 5th. Drop Alex off at home. And then be on my way to lovely Pennsylvania to see Miss Jamie!! And the lovely little Nate (: I'm so excited to meet them <3 It's going to be amazing :)

That's really all I have on the update. I need to talk to Jamie about this ASAP. But she's a flake when it comes to our phone chats <3 :P

Monday, June 4, 2012

26 Days

Exactly 26 days until Alex and I leave for up north. It's so close I can't even stand it. 26 days fly by pretty fast these days.

And 32 days until I see/meet Jamie! :D Probably even more excited for that.

Ahhhhh. This whole month needs to move it's ass.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Bitchy McBitch Bitch

I'm a bit of an emotional wreck lately. I have a million things to do before I leave in a month, and I don't even know where to begin. My brother's last day of high school is today, and I'm emotional about that. Because he goes to college in the fall. And even though he'll still be at home, it still makes me sad. Because each day is one step closer when he'll move out. Or I'll move out. And we won't live together anymore. And I'm scared that if we don't live together, we'll barely talk or see eachother. And I'm just not so sure I'm ready for something like that. He lives with me now and we barely talk or see eachother because of our conflicting schedules and our crazy social lives.

Bailey is driving me insane. He's a psycho. I love him to death, and he's the cutest dog ever, but he's so much work. Little dogs are so needy and in your face. The only time during the day that I have even the slightest privacy is when I take a shower or take a shit. And that's only because Bailey is absolutely terrified of the bathroom because he thinks I'll give him a bath if he goes in. Yet, me being in there by myself doesn't stop him from waiting outside the door and sniffing under it every five seconds. He follows me everywhere. If I move, he moves with me. It's ridiculous.

I'm still taking him to work with me because I have this ridiculous paranoid thought that if I leave him home, him and Gizmo will get into a huge fight and she'll end up cornering him by the basement stairs and he won't know what to do and he'll end up falling down the stairs and breaking all of his short little stubby puppy legs. I know, I'm insane. But if she were to corner him, that is what will happen. And it's not impossible. Especially because Gizmo terrifies him. She's already cut his nose with her stupid sharp little bitchy cat claws.

I'm just tired. I don't really have any plans this weekend, and I like that. I'm so sick of spending all of my money. And if I'm out with people, that's what we do. We spend my money.

That's another thing. I love Alex. She's so much fun to hang out with. And people think it's so weird that I hang out with her because she's 16, but she's not drama. She's totally chill. And all of my friends have kids. Do you know how boring it is to spend time with your friends and their babies? And I'm not joking, ALL of my friends have kids. Julie has a 6 month year old and another one on the way. Brittany has a one year old. The other Brittany has a one year old. Shell has a three year old. Jen has a 7 month year old. It's just ridiculous. And then all of my other friends have jobs and school and boyfriends, so I only see them a couple times a month. So Alex is a breath of fresh air. She just happens to be young and doesn't understand how hard I work for my money. And that money doesn't grow on trees. But her parents hand her literally everything she wants, like most teens and children these days, so of course she doesn't understand how money isn't so easy to come by. So when we hang out, she always wants to be out and doing things, which I don't have a problem with, but it's usually something that consists of spending money. And she never has any on her, conveniently, so it consists of spending MY money.

And then, when I want to just stay home for a day, she bitches and complains about it like I'm being a bad person. And I know she means well, I hope, but it's just so fucking irritating. And I hope she doesn't mean it this way, but it makes me feel used. And I don't like feeling used. I've been used before and it sucks.

So I HAD money saved. And now I barely have any money saved. And I need to start all over again because I do want to pay my dad back and move out sometime before I'm 30. The good news is it's almost June. Which marks the anniversary of 8 years at my job. Which means I will be going up to 12 dollars an hour. Hooray! Now I'm making only 50 cents less than the technician who's only been working here for 8 months. Sweet justice. haha.

And now this entire post has turned into me bitching.
I need my vacation. Like now. A month is just not close enough.
Fuck.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

iPhone Heaven

I'm in it. Jesus Christ on a cracker this phone is badass.

Friday, May 18, 2012

It's iPhone Time

I don't know if you've noticed, but lately, EVERYBODY has the iPhone. Personally, they're a little overrated, but they work amazing. It's a great phone.

So today, I finally have my first phone upgrade through sprint. Which means the $650.00 iPhone now becomes $100.00 for me. And as much as I love my little purple LG Optimus, I must say that the iPhone is sounding quite...tempting :)

So today, after work, I will be going and getting that lovely motherfucker.
And then I'm taking my mom out for a Chinese dinner for her birthday.

Today will be a good day :)

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Pricks, Dicks, and Free Food

So, it is official; The chaos is completely over! I say chaos, because that is what the last four days has been. Absolutely terrible.

Just a warning, I'm going to vent my ass off in this post. And most of it will probably be pretty...outspoken. But I deserve it. Because of how civil and proper I am in real life. And the fact that I've had to bite my tongue and mind my manners these past few days. I had to play the good daughter. So this is my blog, and my fingers are ready to do the talking.

As you know, I'm sure, my grandmother passed away on Friday. Don't worry, I'm okay. My grandma's been wanting this for a long time. She wasn't happy being alive, especially after my grandpa died in 1996. Needless to say, I was at peace with this the day I knew it was going to happen. I'm happy for her.

My grandma lived with me for almost 5 years. From when I was 15 until I was 19. Those are tough times for any girl, because we're all super psycho bitches at those ages. So, needless to say, my grandma and I didn't always see eye to eye. We had some pretty nasty fights, but we were also very very close. She was one of my best friends. She knew everything about me and she would always brag to people that she could write a book about me. We stayed up late all the time and had crazy talks about life and her childhood and all kinds of things. She was a great person. She just had a few setbacks.

One of those setbacks being that she liked to talk. And she didn't like to talk about anything positive either.

While she lived with us, she paid my father $400.00 a month. She had her own bedroom with tv and cable. She had her own phone in her room. My father bought the groceries, and when he was done watching the big tv downstairs, he would hand the remote to her. Just keep this in mind for when you read the next few parts.

THIS lovely gentleman is my Uncle Darrel :

Let me tell you all a little something about my Uncle Darrel. Starting with, he's a fucking asshole. He's 53 years old going on a 13 year old girl. If he died tomorrow, the only good thing that could be said about this man is that he played a mean guitar. And that he was really good at spending money he didn't have. He can't hold a job to save his life. He borrowed thousands and thousands of dollars from my grandmother and my father. And anyone else who actually believed that he would someday pay it back. And when he got $12,000.00 back from taxes, instead of paying his debts off, he bought a new laptop, a new guitar, tvs for his kids bedrooms, and other frivolous items that he ended up selling later because he ran out of money and needed to pay his rent. He whines. He complains. And he talks shit like it's a full time fucking job. He's condescending. He's obnoxious. He's rude. He's selfish. And he's extremely ungrateful. He's a fucking fat, pompous prick who thinks his shit doesn't stink and that the whole world owes him something.

When my grandma moved out of our house, she moved with with my Uncle Darrel and his ... lovely...family.
THIS IS HIS ...LOVELY...FAMILY ... :

 The piggy peach to my Uncle Darrel's left is his poor excuse for a wife, Jennifer. The two black girls are Jennifer's from a previous man (obviously). And the little boy is Nathan. That would be Darrel and Jennifer's satan spawn. Literally. The kid is fucking retarded as fuck.








As I was saying, my grandma moved in with them. Into their tiny ass trailer. In their tiny ass trailer, my grandma was giving my uncle roughly about $200.00 a week. And what did she get in return you ask? She got a recliner in the front room to sleep on and a dresser at the end of the hallway. Oh, and Darrel's fancy new television went off at exactly 11 o'clock when he went to bed. Also, she had to provide her own food. And any food that he bought with his or Jennifer's money, was strictly for them. And their kids. Not for grandma.

My grandma lasted about a month there before she decided that she wasn't very happy at all.

Once my grandma moved out, it wasn't long before Darrel couldn't afford his rent any longer. And after coming into some more money and squelching that away as well, they lost their house about 5 months ago.

The first month or so, Darrel lived in his car while Jennifer and the kids stayed at Jennifer's mom's house. Darrel wasn't very welcome there because her parents think he's an asshole. Which he is, so I can't really blame them for that.

Then again, their daughter isn't much better. Because during one of Jennifer's pissy little talks to my grandmother, Jennifer had the nerve to say, "I don't know why Ken doesn't help out. Darrel is sleeping in his car and Ken can't even offer his basement?"

This is Ken :


Ken is my father. My father is a wonderful man. He's hard working. He's intelligent. He owns his own company and he's always been there for his children. He taught us our manners and our ABC's. He's made sure that my brother and I were raised right with good morals and strong beliefs. He's nice and he gets along with everybody. He's funny and brave and he's a man. Like I said before, my dad gave Darrel and Jennifer thousands and thousands of dollars over the past 10 years to help them. And they pissed it all away like it was nothing. My dad employed Darrel at his company TWICE. And both times, Darrel walked out in the middle of the job. Leaving my dad a man short. Of course, my dad forgave him. But let's just say Darrel has run out of chances. So for Jennifer to say that, well that just makes her a super flying thunder cunt.

And if we were to let Darrel stay in our basement, he would probably never leave.

I'm telling you all of this so that I can tell you what happened on Monday night.

On Monday night, I was at Alex and Katie's house. Alex is my dad's sister's son, so he is my cousin. And Katie is his wife. Alex and Katie have also had grandma living with them for the last few years. Alex and Katie have also been letting Darrel sleep on their couch for the past three months.

Actually, let's back up to Sunday for a moment. On Sunday, we had a small barbeque at our house. Most of the family couldn't make it, because it was very short notice, but of course Darrel and Jennifer showed up. Can't pass up free food!! While at my house, Darrel decided to turn to my dad and his girlfriend Barb and say, "I was talking to Alex and Katie about their financial situation. And with mom gone, they really need to slow down on their spending. They eat out too much."

Really? Coming from the homeless bum uncle sleeping on their couch? The homeless bum uncle who eats all of their food and uses their water and watches their cable, but puts NOTHING back into the house? Doesn't pay rent. Doesn't buy groceries. Does NOTHING nice whatsoever. Yes. That makes perfect sense. The married couple, who both have jobs, and have their own place spend their money more unwisely than the homeless uncle mooching off of them. Bravo.

Back to Monday night. I was at Alex and Katie's because we were all sorting through my grandma's stuff. We waited for Darrel to show up as long as we could, but once he was about an hour late, we started without him. He finally showed up, and my dad told me there wasn't much I could do to help, so I went outside and I entertained the kids. There was Nathan (Spawn of the devil) who is 12. There was Lexi, Shane, and Jaysen who are 6, 7, and 8. Lexi, Shane, and Jaysen are my cousin Eric's kids. Eric is Alex's brother.

I played with those kids for about 4 hours. Around 9:40, I was beat. I wanted to go home and go to bed. So I go inside and I say goodbye to all of the adults. I even patted Darrel on the shoulder.

I walk outside and Lexi begged me to stay. She loves me. She's so cute (: And I told her I would stay for 5 more minutes. I'm standing there talking to Eric and I hear my name inside. And it's Darrel talking. So I listen closer and I hear Darrel say, "Mandy was mean to mom. She was disrespectful and rude. Not a nice person at all. She was so mean to mom."

I completely lost it. He waited THIRTY FUCKING SECONDS after I walked out of the fucking door and he's already talking shit. Talking about shit that he knows absofuckinglutely nothing about.

I go inside and I look at him and go, "Excuse me. I'm still here and I can hear everything that you're saying."

The fat coward LOOKS AWAY FROM ME and goes, "Oh, no. I was talking about my mother in law."

For the record, I don't know his mother and law. I've met her ONCE and I said hi to her. That is the only interaction I have ever had with that woman.

So I say to him, "Really Darrel? Your mother in law? You mean the one I've only met once in my entire life? Please, tell everyone here how mean and rude I was to her the one and only time that I've met her. I'm sure we'd all love to hear THAT story." and he says, "Mandy, I don't have to explain myself to you."

So I look at him, and he's still not looking at me. And I lean in very close, and I say as quietly as I can so the kids don't hear me, "Fuck. You."

So needless to say, the memorial and the after party at my mom's family business was a little on the tense side. Darrel only went to the after party for the free food, obviously.

And that's really all I have to say about that. I'm just glad it's over.


Saturday, May 5, 2012

Grady's Bar

I imagine you at Grady's Bar. Sitting in the back. The room is smokey, and you're delicately sipping a rum and coke. Grandpa is with you, and Elvis Presley is playing on the jukebox. You're happy, and your world is centered right where it should be. You feel no pain. No sorrow for the loved ones you've left behind. Just you, the music, your bar, and Grandpa.

I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to you.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Friends

My grandma has been battling many health issues for quite some time now. Obesity, diabetes, and many others. She's been in and out of hospitals and rehab centers for the past 6 years. In the past three years, she usually goes to both about two or three times a year.

My grandma could write a book on me. She knows all of my secrets. She knows everything bad I've ever done in my life. And she's kept a good 95% of it a secret from my dad. At one point in time, she was living with us. And we had our off days, but she was my best friend. I told her everything. We stayed up late and talked. I made her laugh a lot.

We loved watching tv together. We also liked to sit outside on the back patio when it was warm out. Just quietly. Enjoying the company of eachother.

Last night, at her recent rehab center, she went unresponsive and was rushed to the hospital. They worked on her for two hours. She's stabilized now, but it really doesn't look good. I feel so bad for her because she doesn't want to be here. I know she doesn't. She told me. And I understand that. She's so old and she can barely walk and she has terrible health. She knows that it puts a lot on everybody else and she never wanted that. She misses Grandpa Al and she wants to be with him again. I know I'll miss her if she goes, but it's what she wants. She wasn't supposed to be resuscitated. The rehab center had her sign something that was supposed to be translated to helping her if she falls or has a minor heart attack or something. But she was supposed to be DNR. It's what she's wanted for awhile. I don't want her to suffer anymore. If she's still with us at the end of the day, I'll go see her. I don't know what I'll say. I'm not very good at these kinds of things. I do know that, no matter what, whether she's here or there, she'll always be my friend. I love you, Grandma.


Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Weather Games

I like warmer weather. It's my favorite kind of weather.

What I DO NOT like is obnoxiously hot weather with high humidity. It's a bit dramatic and entirely not welcome.

My perfect day is about 70/75 degrees. A small breeze. Blue skies and sunshine. It's not too hot to wear pants, but it's not too cold to go swimming. It's perfect. And there are only about 6 days in every year that are exactly like that. The rest are way too hot or way too cold.

Today it is about 82. High humidity. So I'm a bit annoyed. We had to turn on the air conditioning at home and at work. Boo.

But on the plus side, it's getting closer and closer to vacation (: Which means closer to Fife Lake and closer to seeing Jamie and Nate! :D So so excited.

I have  lot of preparing to do!!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Bath Time and Broken Legs

Bath time. Something Bailey does not like. And only tolerates it because the self serve dog wash has a collar restraint. So I really shouldn't use the word tolerate. More like is forced to take it against his will.

He looks like a big rat when he's soaked. I was going to take a picture, but I thought it was sort of silly to bring your phone into a doggy wash.

He doesn't like bath time at all. But he smells good now (:

Also, I'm not taking him up north with me in July. I was going to, but then I realized my whole trip would be me worried about him. And watching him. And caring for him. And picking up his poop. And I don't even know what I would do with him when it came time to go down the river. What? Get him his own tube? I don't think so!

So he'll just have to stay home. Oh, did I mention that he cries at home if I leave his sight for more than 1 minute? No joke. Cries. Howls. Barks. He does not like having me out of his line of vision. I can hardly even go to the bathroom or take a shower without him getting upset.

So far, I've been taking him to work with me. Only because he and Gizmo are not big fans of one another. Also, he's getting fixed this week and once that happens he's going to have to take it easy. The last thing I want to come home to is my dog bleeding all over everything from where his nutsack used to be because my sassy bitch cat decided to take a run at him.

Gizmo is kind of coming around. But she's a bitch. So we'll just have to see how all of that folds out.

Bailey also got his shots yesterday. Surprisingly, it went a lot better than I planned for it to go. They drew blood from his paw first and then wrapped some gauze around it and he limped and hopped around the exam room like they just got done breaking his leg in half. LOL. It was the cutest thing. He's such a ham!

On a happier note, I'm SO SO SO excited to go see Jamie in July! :) I finally get to meet her and Nate! :) That is a very very exciting thing. I seriously can't wait :D

 Bailey also got a big boy baseball bandana from the vet for being a good puppy :)

Monday, April 30, 2012

Man's Best Friend

I have to say, being a new dog owner is absolutely exhausting. I love my little guy to death, but he just has so many things about him that I need to remember.

1. If he can reach it, and it's small enough, he WILL eat it.
2. Get him fixed. ASAP. I'm going to lose all of my friends because I have a humper.
3. I'm glad he's potty trained. Big time. But I'm not so thrilled at him barking at me to take him outside at 8:00 am on a Sunday. My only day off, and my sleep day.
4. He's a baby. He acts like a baby. He thinks like a baby. He's a baby.
5. My cat hates me.
6. He doesn't like the $50.00 bed I bought him. He much prefers my bed.
7. Good luck getting his harness on.
8. Have fun running after him because he slipped out of his collar. (Refer back to 7.)
9. Oh what's that Bailey? That tree is yours? And that tree? And my Aunt Wendy?
10. Oh hey! You want your dog fixed? That'll be $150.00 please. Also an extra hundred because he needs his shots.
11. They make you clean up your dogs piss in petsmart. All 6 spots of it.
12. They also make you clean up the poop in the middle of isle 3.

So besides the few small setbacks of having a dog, I love my Bailey. He's adorable. He's charming. He's very sweet and loves to cuddle. He's also soft and doesn't shed at all, which I really love. He's just very expensive. And kind of hyper.

I'm getting his balls cut off this week. He needs to relax a bit.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Bailey (:


This is Bailey. Bailey is mine. The end.

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Friday, April 27, 2012

Dear American Government,

I make more money. So you take more money. Awesome. I'm really glad I'm working my ass off for fucking pennies.

Eat shit and die. Assholes.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Writers Block

I really want to write, but I am currently out of creative writing topics.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Healthy Me

For the past 5 months, I've been bettering myself. In many ways. I keep my room clean. I keep the catbox clean. I keep my car clean. I sleep better. I perform better at work. I'm better at saving money. I feel 10 years younger than I did 5 months ago.

All of this started when I decided to lose weight. Now, I'm tall. I'm about 5'10. So when I hopped on the scale and found out that I was 300 pounds, I guess you could say I was a bit shocked. It was no secret that I'm a big girl, but I looked nowhere near 300 pounds. My first reaction was to start crying. I was devastated. Disgusted. Totally nauseous. Then I decided that enough was enough. I was tired of living my unhealthy lifestyle.

I've always been a happy and confident person. My weight never really stopped me from loving myself or just being me. It stopped from doing certain things, like rides at carnivals and sitting on certain furniture, but it never deterred me from friends or family or going out. Because, like I said, I didn't look or feel 300 pounds.

But at that moment, on the scale, I felt 300 pounds. I felt completely and 100% out of my body. I couldn't believe I had let myself get so lost.

Right away, I quit drinking soda. Soda was a big thing for me. I was drinking close to 40 ounces of soda a day. I joined a site called sparkpeople.com. My brother's girlfriend, at the time, told me that her mom was doing it. She told me that it was free and it works.

The program basically helps you track your food. There are recipes you can try at home. You earn points for doing certain things like writing blogs and sticking to your daily goals. They have work out videos and a book and all kinds of things to help you. And it works.

I'm not on the program anymore, only because I don't need to be. I already had the motivation, but the website gave me information and inspiration. I still visit the site here and there for a new recipe or a new exercise. And to keep up with the friends I have made. Everyone is so nice and supportive and they make you feel like you're a superstar, even if you've only lost 2 pounds.

My first 3 pounds was my biggest success. Because that was the start of a beautiful journey. In the first week and a half, I already lost almost 15 pounds from the huge changes in my diet and cutting out the soda. I shrunk my stomach, and even to this day my portions have been cut in half, if not more.

The average person should consume 2,000 calories a day. I was consuming about 4,000. And it wasn't that I ate all the time or anything. I wasn't constantly stuffing my face. But I ate large portions of food that were very high in calories. It was a nightmare. And add the soda on top, and that turned my freaky nightmare into Hell.

When I started the program, they have you shrink your stomach. So I went from eating 4,000 calories a day to 1,200 calories a day. After you complete certain stages, your calories change. If you lose weight, once you enter it, your calories change some more. I'm up to 2,000 now, but since I've shrunk my stomach, I don't usually reach that.

For exercise, I walk. A lot. My first night of walking, it was freezing out. And raining. I walked about 200 feet and lost my breath completely. Smoking, on top of my terrible diet, surely didn't help. I almost turned around and went home, but something told me to keep going. Keep walking. Turn your music up, breathe deep, and don't stop. I stopped at least 4 times to sit down on the curb. Catch my breath. But only for a couple minutes. Then I got up and kept going.

I probably only walked about a half mile that night, and by the time I got back home I was drenched in sweat and rain and all of my muscles ached. But by the end of the first week I was walking a mile without stopping. And eventually it took me at least that mile before I was breathing hard.

My biggest support in all of this is my little sister. Brooke is 9, and has the biggest heart I've ever see in any 9 year old in all of my 22.5 years on this earth. She's kind, sweet, and funny. Most children at 9 years old make fun of fat people, but not my Brooke. I guess a big part of me is doing this for her, too. She looks up to me. And I want to be healthy. I've always been a great sister to her, but how can she look up to someone fully if that person doesn't take care of their body? She walked with me a lot the first week. Being supportive. Telling me to keep going. That she was proud of me. I want her to always be proud of me.

I'm writing this post to remind myself of my goal. Because for the last couple months, I've been slipping a lot. I'll drink some soda here and there. I've been over my calories a few times. I haven't really been walking. I'm still losing weight, but the winter just slowed me down. Took away some of my motivation. I just want to remind myself that I'm already 1/3 of the way to my goal weight. And if I can get this far, I can keep going.

I also wanted to write this to remind anyone out there reading this that you CAN do it. You don't have to be skinny. Or perfect. Or a size 0. I'll never be a size zero. I'm too tall to be a size zero. Anything under a size 14 or 12 would probably make me look absolutely disgusting. But we can all be healthy. We can all set goals for ourselves and achieve them one step at a time.

A few tips :

1. You have to really WANT it. If you don't want to change, you're not going to.

2. Walk walk walk walk walk. Walking is the best form of exercise, despite what a lot of people tell you. Working out at a gym is good too, but a lot of the equipment there is for building and toning muscle. You'll burn fat too, but if you want to really see results, walk the pounds off.

3. If you're a smoker, DO NOT quit smoking while you're trying to lose weight. Taking away so much of your body can throw it into shock. Baby steps. Remember, the weight didn't put on overnight, and it's not going to go away overnight.

4. Eat smart. Snack between meals. Fruits and veggies and low calorie crackers make GREAT snacks. Stop eating junk food and drinking soda. Those are all just empty calories and they do nothing for you.

5. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It jump starts your metabolism. It's very important. I know a lot of people aren't hungry in the morning or don't like breakfast, but just eat something. Anything. A banana. Some oatmeal. A little bit of cereal. A bagel. Anything. Lunch should be your biggest meal of the day. Don't take this literally and go overboard.

6. Don't stop eating altogether. I'm sure most people know the dangers of eating disorders like anorexia and bulimia. Do not do that to your body. I know a girl who pretty much just stopped eating. She lost a good 100 pounds and she looks great. With clothes on. Her stomach is all flabby and it's not toned. Even her face is sort of hollow and her skin is terrible. Her hair is wispy and thin. It looks like straw. And that's because she deprived her body of the nutrients it needs. If you're going to do it, do it the right way. It takes more time, but good things come with patience.

7. Stretch marks. I know they aren't pretty. And they don't go away. There are certain creams and concealers you can buy to reduce them, but how about looking at them from a different perspective? Here's my take on them. I was 300 pounds. By the time I reach my goal weight and am comfortable enough to wear a bikini, or show certain parts of my body that I would have never showed before, most people would think I'd be ashamed of the stretch marks. But I won't be. My stretch marks symbolize that I was once very heavy. And I took it upon myself to change. And I took the weight off. And yes, stretch marks aren't pretty. But they're my battle scars. They prove to myself that I made it. I set a goal for myself, worked my ass off, and I made it. I will be proud of them.

8. Treat yourself. Once in awhile, it's nice to have something sweet. Or something not great for you. We're human, after all. That's the problem with diets. I hate the word diets. Look at all of your friends who have tried "diets". And how long did they last? Exactly. Because a diet is a quick and easy fix.  You hate your image, so you stop eating things that you like. And you hate every second of it. Next thing you know, you're sitting there chomping on celery while your friends are all eating big gooey cheeseburgers and then you're just like "fuck this." That's no way to go about it. If you want a cheeseburger once in awhile, have a cheeseburger. Just count your calories. Take the top part of the bun off. Or cut down on some of the cheese. Or find something equally as tasty, but not so bad for you. And if you go over your calories one day, or "fall off the wagon", then just start again the next day. Keep in mind that you were eating terribly before you started the change, so why beat up on yourself over a couple slip ups when you're actually doing something about it? Don't beat yourself up. Just keep going.

9. Don't do this for the wrong reasons. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be thinner, but that's not the only reason I'm doing this. I'm doing this because I'm tired of being unhealthy. I'm tired of being scared to go on carnival rides, or sit on a plastic outdoor chair at a bonfire. I don't want to end up with diabetes at age 25. I don't like not being able to walk for long distances, or how terrible my sleeping is. I want to be a healthier me.

10. Remember, this is a lifestyle change. Erase the word "diet" from you vocabulary.

If I can do this, anyone can. I know that's cliche to say, but it's the honest truth. Before my wake up call on that scale, my life was disgusting. I'm not so much a different person now, but I see things differently. My room was filthy. I had clothes and garbage everywhere. My bed was never made, and you couldn't see my floor. I had fruit flies from cups of leftover soda and moldy food. My car was a mess. I had to move pounds of papers and empty food bags and cups for anyone to fit in the backseat. At work, I wasn't keeping up. I wasn't motivated to do my job. I ate terrible, so I slept even more terrible. So I was tired all day and then I would go home and take naps that resulted in me waking up around 10 pm and staying up all night. It was an endless vicious cycle of unhealthiness. I never had any money because I would spend it all on food. I didn't realize what a disaster I really was, but looking back, I know I never want to be that person again.

I'm nowhere near my goal weight, but I've made a good dent. And I will keep going. And I won't stop until I've reached my destination.

So set a goal. Love yourself. Work on you. It will take time and patience, but it's not impossible. And if you really want it, nothing is stopping you.

I'd like to thank Jamie Green. She's a great friend of mine, and it was her idea for me to make this post.


BEFORE : 300 Pounds                              AFTER : 256.3 Pounds


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

List.

You don't want to read this. It's nothing exciting. This is just my list of things I need to bring. It's more for me so I can have a checklist when the day comes. Also, I can add to it and subtract from it any time I feel needed.

1. Blanket, pillow, and sheet.
2. Tent.
3. Lantern.
4. Cooler.
5. Air mattress.
6. Tubes and rafts.
7. Clothes / Swim suit / Towel
8. Hair dryer.
9. Hair straightener.
10. Purse.
11. Fan.
12. Multiple electrical outlet thingy.
13. Lounge chair
14. Phone charger

Okay. Just looking at this list, and knowing that these are just MY things, I'm starting to think my dad was right about Kenny driving himself up. Despite the road trip will be less exciting, we don't have the room. And I don't have the motivation to make the room.

Must discuss this with Kenny ASAP.

Redbull Gives You Wings

I am 67 days away from the best 9 days of my life.

On Friday June 29,2012, I will wake up. My outfit will be ready for me after my shower. Because it will be ready and waiting the night before. I will wake up with a smile on my face, shower, and get dressed. I will drive to work in my packed car, and I probably will get little to no work done due to the excitement that is bound to have been building since the Monday before. Actually, it's starting now. So by then the excitement will probably spilling over the brim of my mind and it will more than likely explode. I'll let you know how that goes when we get to that point.

After work, I'll probably pee myself if my brain hasn't already combusted into a thousand pieces. I will be picking up my precious cargo, which happens to be my brother Kenny, our friend Mike, and our friend Alex. We will then pack everything else to our utmost abilities and then jump in the car and head out.

Where are we going, you say? Why we are going to the most relaxing destination of all of the world. Fife Lake, Michigan.

Okay, it's probably not the most relaxing place in the world, but it's pretty damn close. Because as soon as we arrive, set up our tents, and settle in, the fun begins. It will be 8 days and 9 nights/8 days of nonstop sleeping, drinking, laughing, swimming, lounging, eating, and fiesta. Also a lot of driving because this will be the first year up north that I will have my own car, so that means I can go wherever I please. Also, I'm pretty sure my mother won't be there this year due to having an asshole boyfriend that nobody wants around, so that's a little bit off my plate too. Not that her authority, or lack of, would deter me, but she can just be a bit overbearing and I wish to not have to deal with that.

So. Problem solved. Thanks Chuck! For being the best douche bag you can be and making my family hate you and not welcome you to our festivities and lodging!

I have so much to do to prep for this. There are a few minor set backs.

SETBACKS AND SOLUTIONS :

1. I have to work on Friday so it will be dark by the time we arrive and setting up tents are never fun to set  up in the dark. SOLUTION : Leave work around 2. Be on the road by 3. Arrive probably just before 8. Although, traffic will be horrendous, so there is probably no solution to this one really, so lanterns shall be the definite solution! :)

2. Not only will it be dark, but we will be tired. SOLUTION : Red bull. Gives you wings.

3. My car doesn't really have lot of room for 2 tents, lanterns, chairs, 4 air mattresses, cooler, luggage for four, blankets, pillows, and 4 people. SOLUTION : Cram cram cram. We'll have to make it work. I already considered a small uhaul, but that requires a lot of time and money and patience. I have the money, and I suppose I have the time, but I'm just not patient enough. And just because I have the money, doesn't mean I want to waste it on something I'll probably only use once. I also considered a roof rack, but my car doesn't seem to want to support that either. So here we are at cram!

4. One bathroom. There is only one bathroom at our cottage. And I know there will be at least 13 people staying there for sure. SOLUTION : Shit out of luck. Rough it. Pee in the lake. Poop in the woods. Bathe where you pee. I don't even know. I'll figure it out. I'm pretty sure my Aunt Kim is getting a hotel room this year due to a lot of people, and she isn't really getting along great with my Uncle Jamie, so I guess we could shower a couple times at her place. And there is always my Aunt Yvonna. She lives up there in town. We'll really get by. It's fuckin' Fife Lake.

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I'm pretty sure those are all the problems. That I can think of at this current time. My dad suggested that me and Kenny each separately drive, but then the fun of the road trip is dwindled down to just me and Alex. Which actually might not be SO bad, but still. I guess that is something to consider.

But all of that bullshit aside, there are still SO many things to look forward too. And not that I really made the long story short, but I can't freaking wait.

I wanna go now! :D

Monday, April 23, 2012

George W. Bush and Christianity

This post will probably end up being very mean, but I must say that I'm prepared for that. Because I am utterly annoyed right now and I can't tell you how badly I just need to get this out. Like, right now.

This post will be about my cousin Alex, the most annoying person (probably) on the face of this Earth.

Let me tell you a bit about Alex before I go tearing him to shreds. Alex is as ignorant as they come. He is 27 years old (I think. Either 26 or 27.) and he has NO idea what he's doing with his life. He's married to a woman named Katie, if you even can call her a woman. I just call her pants. She is what she wears. And my father and I are more than convinced that Alex's balls are a permanent accessory deep inside the hidden cracks of her purse.

Alex, a lot like myself and my father, is very stubborn. And this can be a very good thing and a very bad thing. In Alex's case, it's all very bad. Because when you mix ignorant with stubborn, you just get one huge blob of frustration and awe. Not the good kind of awe, either. The very bad kind.

Alex is a firm "republican." I put republican in the fancy quotation marks because Alex doesn't actually follow campaigns or speeches. He doesn't read or watch or even know the first thing about politics. Because if Alex actually knew anything about politics or the politicians, he wouldn't be a republican. Alex votes republican because Alex votes for whoever claims superior "Christianity."

Oh what's that, Sarah Palin? You believe in God? YOU'RE HIRED.

And just for the record, yes, Alex did confess that if Sarah Palin indeed ran for president, he would vote for her. Because she believes in God.

Alex is a bible hugging idiot. And so is his wife.

Alex also says that he's voting for Rick Santorum. Yes, THE Rick Santorum. The Rick Santorum that claims that gay internet porn is the reason for gay people. And that if we ban gay porn, and all porn together, within a few months there would be no gay people.
Yeah. That Rick Santorum.

I think I'm just frustrated today with stupid people.
And Alex just so happened to cross my path. Good thing he'll never see this.

Although, it probably would have been smarter to write this when he wasn't sitting three feet behind me waiting for a ride home.

Oh well.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Shreddin' Paper All Day Err' Day

Funny story. Sort of cute in a really awkward kind of way. I was at the bank today making a company deposit.



After waiting very impatiently in line, behind two people who should have been talking to a manager instead of the ONLY teller working the counter, I start walking out. As I'm walking towards the doors, there is a cute little old woman sitting in the lounge area talking on her cell phone. And this is the conversation I hear :

Woman on cell phone : Oh okay. So you've just been shredding paper all day then?
-Person on other end responds-
Woman on cell phone : Well, doesn't that just sound like fun! I used to shred paper all day every day. Time of my life, I'll tell ya.
-Person on other end responds-
Woman on cell phone : Excuse me?! Bite your tongue! I'll have you know it was a crazy time back then. You might not think so, but we were real wild childs....er...children?



It wasn't very funny really. And it wasn't anything crazy interesting. But I think that's where I found it humorous. The fact that it was actually a boring excuse for a conversation, but just her mannerisms and tones and her facial expressions made it priceless.

Too bad I didn't record it on video.

Bieber Fever

I can't even lie. I think Justin Bieber is adorable. I wouldn't say I'm a huge fan, because I'm not, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy at least a few of his songs.

His newest track release "Boyfriend" is such a cute song. The lyrics are...somewhat lacking, but overall a good beat and his voice is like a million angels having sex on a chocolate cake.

He went from this :


To This :


And anyone would be lying if they didn't admit that he's a sexy little man-child.

Just saying.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Heart Speak

Baby Brother,

You will always, to me, be just that. You'll be 18 in a month and a half, but you will forever be that small snot nosed child who used to copy everything I did. Obviously, when I was younger, it would annoy me. But now that I am older and have a few years worth of life experience under my belt, I know that I still wish you did copy me. Most of the time.

I'm mad at you. I'm upset with the fact that you think you have it all figured out. It hurts to know you're out there in the world making your own choices, some of which are not very smart.

I know I have no room to talk. Because I know that, at your age, I was just as naive. Selfish. A know-it-all. I thought I knew everything and that I was surrounded by a bunch of idiots.

Now, I know that I don't know everything. I'm still surrounded by a bunch of idiots, so I'm glad to have found that I'm not that ignorant, but I'm more humbled now that I see how big this world is. And now I know that every action has a reaction, good or bad. And that when you do something wrong, there are consequences that we have to deal with.

You haven't really had to deal with many consequences. You don't have many responsibilities. Dad is a lot easier on you than he was on me. That used to make me jealous, but I know that I'm better off as a person than I would have been if I had it as easy as you. And that, dear child, is why I'm so upset.

You have yet to figure out that everything you do, despite what you think, affects the people around you. Especially the people who love you the most.

And I know that I get on your nerves. And I know that sometimes I sound like a preachy bitch, but it's only because I care about you. I love you. I would literally take a bullet for you. I would do anything for you.

I'm proud of you. I'm glad you brought your grades up. I know you must have worked very hard to do so, especially your English class. That's a small step towards a cleaner path, but you still have a lot of soul searching to do.

Being 17 is hard. You're at an awkward age where you're not really quite sure on where to go or what to do. Even when you start to get a fraction of an idea, you realize you have no idea on where to start. You have deadlines and stress and worries. I hate to tell you this, but it only gets worse. Those things will always be there for you to dread. But if you find yourself, and you know who you are and where you need to be and what you need to be doing there, then the rest kind of just seems more like routine than extra baggage.

I want you to have the world. I want you to be your own person and explore different areas of life. I just don't want you to get hurt. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Ever.

If I could wrap you up in a bubble and spoon feed you, I might quit my job and do it. Not literally, but you know what I mean.

The last thing I'd ever want for us is to be like Dad and Aunt Theresa. I don't want to not have you in my life. I don't want to not have any contact with you. You're one of my best friends, and you're a big part of me. If I ever lost you, in any way, I'd lose a big part of myself. I wouldn't know what to do with myself.

You teach me. So many things. All the time. You shape me in the biggest more irreversible way. You have no idea what kind of impact you've made on me. You're brilliant. You're outgoing. You're hilarious. You're different. You see the world in ways that no one else can. You have so much potential to be whatever you want to be. And as cliche as that sounds, which you know I hate, I firmly mean it with all of my heart.

I can't tell you how...surreal it's been watching you grow up. You and Brooke. It blows my mind to see these two beautiful people. No longer little babies. No longer needing to be fed and changed and held. It kills me to know that those days are gone and you're now you're own person. And you don't need me anymore. I still have a couple years left with Brooke, maybe, but you. Not you.

You'll be going off to college soon. And I will miss you more than ever. I just hope you know how much I really do love you. How much you really and truly mean to me.

I wish I could bottle up the memories. And whenever I wanted a small taste of them, I'd just open the bottle and let the memories spill out around me. I'd do anything to go back, with the knowledge I have now. Because I wouldn't mind that you followed me everywhere. I wouldn't mind that you always wanted me to read with you. And play with your toys with you. And pull you around in the wagon.



I was 9. You were 4. You kept tugging at my shirt asking me if you could play with me and Brittany. I kept telling you no and you got mad. I called you annoying and you started crying. And you told on me. And mom told you, "Leave the girls alone. They want to play by themselves." And you said, "But she my sissy mommy. MY sissy. Not Brittany's sissy."
I'd go back to that day and I wouldn't have pushed you. I wouldn't have told you no.

I love you more than anything.
I hope you always know that, and never forget it.






I Need More Cowbell

I can't listen to Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult without cracking up the second I hear the cowbell.


Female Fe-Lions

This is the face I wake up to each and every morning.
This is Gizmo. She's a sassy she-beast. She's a maine coon/lioness. And also my best friend.

I know what you're thinking. Wow, this girl is an idiot. Her best friend is a fucking cat.
Well hey. Guess what you? CATS ARE SUPERB BEST FRIENDS.

So anyway, this is what I wake up to every morning. Her cute little fuzzy face all up in my business. And I love it. After my shower every morning, we'll spend a few minutes (okay, like 20) just playing and cuddling because that's just what we do. She is very playful. She follows me around the house. She waits outside of the bathroom door for me to finish showering. She's just mine.

Except when she's in heat.
When she's in heat, she wants literally nothing to do with me.
It's a disaster, on account of I love her so much.

So she just got out of heat. And this morning it was back to the usual :D It makes all of my days so much happier.

I need to get her fixed, but then she'll just get fat and she won't be as fun anymore.
So I'll just have to deal with the fact that once every few months she turns into a raging horny psycho bitch.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

P.S. New Hair

OH. And I just got my hair done today (:
Highlights biatchhh (:

The girl that did my hair is fabulous.
Much like the lovely tip I gave her when she finished making me look like a diva <3

Alcoholic Beverages and Calorie Intake

Outback Steakhouse is sort of a weakness of mine. And Brittany's. Brittany is my crazy friend. Together, we have issues.
Yeah. That's us. Like I said, issues.

So anyway, we like Outback Steakhouse. A lot. And I find this restaurant to be a problem considering I go over my daily calorie intake just by pulling into the parking lot.

It's a curse. Really.

But I can't not go there with her. It's what we do.

On the bright side, we didn't spend as much money there tonight as we normally do. We skipped the alcoholic beverages :P

I'll get back on the wagon tomorrow (:

Page Views

I have 40 of them.
Which, obviously, made me extremely excited.
Until I realized that it counts as one page view every time you look at your own page.

So the 40 times I've looked at my page to make sure it looks good and everything is how I want it to be, is really just that.

I am my number one fan.

Cold Hot Cocoa

Probably the worst tasting thing ever.
Until you change your perspective and realize that cold hot cocoa tastes like warm chocolate milk.

Then it all gets a bit more sweet.

Teenaged Boys

My brother is one of them.

I always felt so proud to have my younger brother because he was never like other boys. He skipped immaturity. He skipped the horn dog "fuck every girl I see" stage. He likes to learn. He's very smart. He's funny and cool to hang out with.

I'm not so sure anymore though. Because lately, he's done a lot of things that make me question who he is entirely. And it hurts me, because I feel like an asshole for thinking that he was different than other guys his age.

He's not.

He's just as selfish. He's just as conniving. He's just as ignorant and low.

He used to like things like reading and hanging out with friends and being a teenager.
But now he likes things like smoking weed and taking LSD and stealing money from our dad and lying to everyone about everything.

He used to like being around his family and spending time with us, but now he really only cares about his equally selfish and stupid friends.
He used to get good grades, and now it looks like he hardly even cares.

Most people would call that "senioritis", but I call it "drugs sort of change who you are most of the time."

I miss the little brother I knew before. I miss the little brother that liked to do things with me. And talk with me.

We still do those things, but now it has a sort of bitterness to it all. For instance, now I've come to realize that I don't trust him at all. I don't trust one syllable that comes out of his mouth.

I know we all make mistakes, and I'm not saying that I expected him to be perfect. I just never expected him to be a follower. I never expected him to like drugs. I never expected him to steal from the very person who has taught and given us everything.

My dad has bent over backwards to ensure that me and Kenny have had an amazing life. Everything my dad ever does is for our benefit. He works hard. He makes sure we always have what we need and more. He taught us what's important in life. He taught us manners and values. He taught us everything we need to know to survive in this world.

And my brother just pisses on it all. Like it should just be a given that he gets all of these things.

It's all just so exhausting. It's like we're not even related.

Tumblr

I have a tumblr. And I love my tumblr. I'm just really sick of my tumblr.

I'm sick of my tumblr because somewhere along the way, I stopped blogging, and just started to re-blog. I would post funny pictures and witty sayings. I would scroll for hours and just entertain myself with silly things that people post. And sure, that's what blogging is to some people, but that's not what I ever wanted it to be for me.

I'm sure no one will really ever read this. And I'm more than positive that even if someone did, it's more than likely not very significant to them.

But it's significant to me.

My friend Jamie has a blogspot, and I recently started reading hers. I love it (: But I needed to start one for me. And get back to my writing. Significant or not, it's good for me.

So as much as I love tumblr, I lost the reason why I started blogging in the first place.

So this is basically my "back on track" move.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Just Mandy

Here's the deal. I like to talk. I like to type. I like to write. I like to be random and silly. I also like to state my opinions on most things.
That's why I'm here. For those specific reasons. I get to type and talk and write and be random and silly and spread my bitchy opinions all over the internet.
Hell, it's what most people come here for, so I'm quite positive that this does not come as a shock to you.

You're going to do one of two things :


1. You are going to absolutely fucking love me.
                       OR
2. You are going to absolutely fucking hate my guts.


It's really that simple. With me, there are no in betweens.
There are no grey areas. There are no "but, what ifs" with this girl.
I'm an acquired taste, and have gotten through 22.5 years of life being more than happy with that.


So I'm glad we got that straightened out.