What are you thankful for? Such a common question during thanksgivings, but how silly that we leave just one day a year to say what we're thankful for. Shouldn't be thankful everyday? But, in lieu of the holiday, here's what I'm thankful for this year.
I'm extremely thankful for all the people that are in my life, the people who have come and never left, the ones that have come and have left. Regardless of how long I have known people, they have all left memorable moments in my life. And I couldn't be more grateful for those moments.
Thanksgiving in my house, is normally very very hectic. We host, and everyone comes here. Which of course also means, that we cook...everything. Normally, we have the whole house fulled. And dad gets really excited about cooking his deep fried turkey. I mean, who wouldn't get excited about sticking a huge turkey into a boiling vat of oil. Not dangerous in the least bit, right? No, you have to deep fry the turkey outside, why? Cause it's a freaking fire hazard, that's why! Luckily, this year we have a deep fryer that we can use indoors. Dad has never been happier about it. However, we're not doing a turkey this year. We are making chicken, four huge ass chickens. I have NO idea why we need four chickens, there's only 6-8 of us.
Our menu is the following:
Lasagna,
4 Chickens
Cranberry Sauce
Ham
Baked Potatoes
Mashed Potatoes
Meatballs
Cookies
I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but there is so much food. And I don't even know what everyone else is bringing! The holidays always excite my belly, but my waistline not as much. Weight Watchers is gonna hate me this weekend, so I'm cheating and not gonna weigh-in. Shh, don't tell my app that.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Can YOU jump a car?
Don't get me wrong, I like to do a lot of things myself. Mainly because I hate, absolutely HATE, having to depend on people. Not because I don't want to, but because I'd rather not be disappointed by people. I also like being able to know how to do certain things in case no one is available to help me.
This topic came up after my best friends car battery wouldn't start. She basically just needed her car to be jumped so that she could move it into her driveway for alternate side parking. Her boyfriend was going to take care of it, and all they needed were my jumper cables. I, of course, didn't mind. He's a guy. He knows how to jump a car, right? Wrong. So wrong. So very very very wrong. I was so confused, how does a guy not know how to do something as simple as jumping a car. Almost an hour later, I got a text message, "I WOULD have a foreign battery!!" I didn't know what to say, she drives a Jeep. Jeeps have American batteries. I calmly asked her for a photo, and she sent one back...of her fuse box. They had spent an hour trying to hook up the jumper cables to a fuse box. I had never experienced such a thing.
I drove over and was completely baffled. He's a guy. A straight male. How does he not know how to do something as simple as jump a car? Granted, he was embarrassed that a girl had come to his rescue, but why wouldn't you just tell someone that you don't really know what to do? It saves a lot of time trying to figuring something out. And it's normal, that's how you learn how to do things. There's no shame in that, and when you don't ask for help, you look more foolish.
I know this might just be a way that I was raised, and it might be because I'm a girl and I can get away with not knowing things about my car. But you can't have two people in a relationship that don't know how to fix things. That's just a disaster waiting to happen in my eyes.
This topic came up after my best friends car battery wouldn't start. She basically just needed her car to be jumped so that she could move it into her driveway for alternate side parking. Her boyfriend was going to take care of it, and all they needed were my jumper cables. I, of course, didn't mind. He's a guy. He knows how to jump a car, right? Wrong. So wrong. So very very very wrong. I was so confused, how does a guy not know how to do something as simple as jumping a car. Almost an hour later, I got a text message, "I WOULD have a foreign battery!!" I didn't know what to say, she drives a Jeep. Jeeps have American batteries. I calmly asked her for a photo, and she sent one back...of her fuse box. They had spent an hour trying to hook up the jumper cables to a fuse box. I had never experienced such a thing.
I drove over and was completely baffled. He's a guy. A straight male. How does he not know how to do something as simple as jump a car? Granted, he was embarrassed that a girl had come to his rescue, but why wouldn't you just tell someone that you don't really know what to do? It saves a lot of time trying to figuring something out. And it's normal, that's how you learn how to do things. There's no shame in that, and when you don't ask for help, you look more foolish.
I know this might just be a way that I was raised, and it might be because I'm a girl and I can get away with not knowing things about my car. But you can't have two people in a relationship that don't know how to fix things. That's just a disaster waiting to happen in my eyes.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
And the journey begins
I just turned 24, and I've decided that this year is going to be my 24 Karat year. It's going to be a golden year. I'm going to do things that I want, and not be held back by the fear of it all. I graduated college in February 2012, and almost immediately after I got a job. It was great, I loved it, and the pay wasn't half bad either. It paid for my trip to Ireland and Scotland, and is currently helping fund my getting my masters.
Next vacations to come:
Vegas*
San Diego
Iceland
Greece
Egypt
Paris
Australia
Portugal
London
Berlin
Moscow
Hawaii*
Dubai
Ibiza
Liverpool
Belfast
Tuscany
Alaska*
Washington
India
China
Canada
* I've already been to these places, but I was just a kid, so I don't really remember them, or really count them.
Closure
I had a friend tell me that I'm in a position that most girls wish they were in. To have someone from my past come back and apologize for all the shit that they put me through. But, I have to wonder, did I really need it? This apology came almost 2 1/2 years after everything had gone down, so it made me think that there was some underlying reason behind it. After all, he has never given a reason to believe that this is a sincere apology, especially since he has apologized to me before and it turned out to be all lies.
To be honest, I've never been one of those typical girls. I never needed someone to come on their white horse to save me, I'm not damask in distress, and the only person that I ever ask to fix things mechanically is my dad. So needing closure, did I really need it. I want to think that I did or that I do, but I had gotten over it. I had forgiven. I had moved on. So now here, after all this time, here is this apology. Out of the blue. Sitting there in my text messages, just lingering. I've kept it, yes. But I haven't done much with it. I didn't know what to respond to it, I didn't know how to respond to it. To a person that had meant so much to me at the time, who screwed me over every chance that he got. And how I still cared for him, was still there for him when he needed me. Did he ever really need me? Or was that all just part of his plan. After two years, and all my time healing, here he is aid in, scratching at my wounds with his salt filled nails. Digging his way back into my life. But why?
Isn't this the opposite effect of what an apology is supposed to do? The apology is supposed to heal me, and allow me to move on. Is this just a side effect of my already "backwards" way of living? And I know what's happening, I'm thinking way too much into this. Creating a problem that doesn't actually exist, trying to convince myself that he's changed and that everything can be better, that we can be friends. But do I really want that? I started to think that's what he wanted, and because that's what he wanted thats what I wanted, but why am I concerning myself with what he wants, when he never thought bout what I wanted...ever.
Closure I guess, isn't for everyone. It's for the ones that hold onto too tightly, it's not for the ones who have been strong enough who have been strong enough to forgive without an apology.
To be honest, I've never been one of those typical girls. I never needed someone to come on their white horse to save me, I'm not damask in distress, and the only person that I ever ask to fix things mechanically is my dad. So needing closure, did I really need it. I want to think that I did or that I do, but I had gotten over it. I had forgiven. I had moved on. So now here, after all this time, here is this apology. Out of the blue. Sitting there in my text messages, just lingering. I've kept it, yes. But I haven't done much with it. I didn't know what to respond to it, I didn't know how to respond to it. To a person that had meant so much to me at the time, who screwed me over every chance that he got. And how I still cared for him, was still there for him when he needed me. Did he ever really need me? Or was that all just part of his plan. After two years, and all my time healing, here he is aid in, scratching at my wounds with his salt filled nails. Digging his way back into my life. But why?
Isn't this the opposite effect of what an apology is supposed to do? The apology is supposed to heal me, and allow me to move on. Is this just a side effect of my already "backwards" way of living? And I know what's happening, I'm thinking way too much into this. Creating a problem that doesn't actually exist, trying to convince myself that he's changed and that everything can be better, that we can be friends. But do I really want that? I started to think that's what he wanted, and because that's what he wanted thats what I wanted, but why am I concerning myself with what he wants, when he never thought bout what I wanted...ever.
Closure I guess, isn't for everyone. It's for the ones that hold onto too tightly, it's not for the ones who have been strong enough who have been strong enough to forgive without an apology.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)