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Awkwardness and Characters.

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So if you’ve been following my blog for a while, you know I have awkward encounters with men, usually awkward business encounters. They’re what make my life entertaining. So the other night, I’m working and I come out of a room with garbage and stuff and I put it in the trash thing and I go to mark something on our sheet. A male co-worker is there and he goes: “Sooooo, you’re a woman.” Why, yes. Thanks for noticing. “So you watch romance movies.” It was more of a statement than a question. Well, yeah, some. I don’t make a habit of it. I’m starting to get nervous, where this is going. I felt like we were going down this road where he was going to ask me out and I was scared. Let me explain. With me leaving soon, I don’t want to date. I don’t want to get emotionally involved with anyone. This guy isn’t my type either. We get along we can keep a conversation at work but he’s a little high strung? Worrisome? He’s to uptight. I am not to his extent but I’m similar. So I was worried. Mentally, I was like, I don’t want to say yes but I’ll probably say yes to be nice. But he goes on while I’m mentally panicking. “Have you seen ‘The Time-Traveler’s Wife’?” Yeah, books better. I’m still confused. “Well, I was thinking about time-travel. And I was thinking about time traveling in the past and living in the past. And I was trying to think about movies with that instead of time traveling all over the place.” Then there’s a conversation about ‘Dr. Who’ and ‘The Curious Case of Benjamin Button’. I wish I could get non-awkward encounters.

Talking about awkward encounters, friend-ish acquaintance got yelled at twice for picking on me on Sunday. I’m amused that he gets yelled at for picking on me and no one ever catches me giving him crap right back. I can handle crap and dish it out. But I did have to laugh. He did try to protest, but there was no winning. My hypothetical damsel in distress will always trump his jester ways.

So MJ and I were emailing yesterday and we got on the subject of sex. Actually, it started off with our characters and sex and then it sort of morphed into us in a way. We also talked about drinking and what kind of alcoholics we would be/are. It’s weird how spot on we have our characters with our personalities. MJ and her character are very stubborn and would/are entertaining drunks, if in their right mind. Me and my character are the sensible ones. On the sex front, we’ve been talking about the characters actions during and around sex. The old wounds seem to come up and affect how sex happens. We’ve also been talking about characters who were supposed to be minor turning into major game changers. This subject always gets me going on a tangent. I love when there are characters introduced and you’re like “oh, minor character.” BOOM, they’re saving your life and you want to make babies with them….That may or may not be true with one of the characters in our book and me. But I love those surprises. I’m a girl that kind of, or really majorly, predicts the end of books and am usually accurate. So when these characters come up, I get a little giddy. Sometimes, in a good book, I don’t realize that the minor character becomes a major one. I had to go back and re-read our beginning of the story to remember that a major player in the story was supposed to be a minor sidekick. But really, what greater surprise is there than to have an unexpected character that you love and grows into your heart? There isn’t one at this moment. Give me a moment or two and I’ll come up with another great thing.

Talking about books, trying to get through Winter’s Tale. It’s going slow. I’m having a hard time getting past the writing.

I talked about hair the other day. I had 3 residents obsess about my hair last night when I was putting them to bed. That doesn’t happen. Is there a full moon? People freak out during full moons.

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Mildly Independent.

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I like to consider myself mildly independent. I can handle things on my own and know when to call for help. I can check my oil, can take the car in when it needs oil, I can fill a mildly low tire with air. I can do things for myself. It’s what being an adult is right? That’s what I’ve heard at least. Isn’t being an adult completely overrated? Like one day, I’m just enjoying some Disney VHSs and a juice box and the next day I’m deciding how much to pay back on my student loan and planning to travel half way across the world by myself. And let’s be honest, that has been my life. I do watch Disney VHSs and drink juice boxes and I am paying back my student loans and traveling by myself. And a person is never to old to enjoy a nice refreshing juice box. If there hasn’t been one invented, someone should invent little boxed alcohol. I know there’s boxed wine but seriously, other alcohol in travel size. I’m not an alcoholic. It’s just a thought. And talking about adult things, being married came up again the other night at work. Now, I’m single. I’m okay with that at this point because I have a lot going on. Ask me again in like 2 months, my opinion might change. But honestly, this is like the fourth time this, and by “this” I mean marriage, has come up at work in the past 2 months. Yeah, overkill on the subject? Yes. That averages a marriage bring up every 2 weeks. Who says I’m adult enough for marriage? Not me, most the time I’m kind of like a 5-year-old at home. Didn’t you just read about my juice box and Disney binges? My sarcasm sometimes suggests other ages. So in all honesty, my age is up for debate.

Anyway, last night, I get off of work at like 9:30 and I’m pumped to be leaving work that early and so I walk out to my car, turn it on, make sure my music isn’t to loud to wake the dead and I pull away. Almost immediately I know I have a flat tire. And not just a flat tire that can be fixed with a little air, a majorly flat tire that would demand me to put a lot of air in it. I know that I live in a small town, with not so many options, I call my parents. There’s a reason for me not just filling the tire. I know it needs to fixed and because I don’t know how to change a tire. This is the second time that this has happened since I moved home so I called mom and dad and told them what was going on and where I was parked. So okay, they’re on their way to help me. Now I was expecting my mom to pop in with the car to help me. Nope, it was my daddy with the pickum-up-truck. Or the pickup, which ever you want to call it. And he changes my tire. Not only do my father and I share a sense of humor, he comes and saves the day by changing my tire. And to top it all off, it started to rain, making life that more dramatic. Because let’s face it, rain makes things dramatic. Even if it is just a sprinkle.

I know that there is nothing wrong with asking for help and not everyone knows how to change a tire, but in a weird way it feels like my mild independence is gone. I have survived out of my parents’ house for almost 8 years and then I need help with getting a tire off and replace it. Even though, I live in a very small town, I should have figured out a different solution or figured out how to change it myself….but my mommy and daddy like me…..

So this morning I dyed Easter eggs. Pretty excited about that. For no reason because most of those eggs are going into a potato salad my mother has all ready made. So there was no joy other than spending time with the niece and nephew this morning in this. No cracking the shell or anything. Disappointing. The other day my nephew was here and was going to leave. I asked for a hug. “Yeah, first Grandpa, then Grandma and then you. Save the best for last.” If only I could love that child a little more. I also came to the conclusion that even though I love the niece to bits, she is a loud child. Like you can’t hear yourself think when she’s in the vicinity. Did not get that from my side of the family. Those kids do keep me young. Maybe that’s why there’s such a debate on my age in my head.

Story Time: Self Edition

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All of these stories are recent.

A week or so ago, there was a night that was a bad sleeping night due to pain. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s finger related. Not the point.(but my finger does…point…did you get that?) All you need to know is my finger is okay and not falling off and I slept in until 9 that next morning. One of the local stations has like a mini-talk show put on by the news sation. Sometimes they have local bands and yesterday they had a local band on. I kept looking at the lead singer and wondering why he looked so familiar. It was because I sat next to him my freshman year of college in band and I had a crush on him. Several things about this, because if you’re like me, this brings up some thoughts.

Last time I saw this guy was 2007, how did I still remember this guy? What did I see in him? He isn’t the greatest looking guy. Was it because he was better than me in band? Is playing in a band his job now? I mean he’s almost 30 so what’s with this? Is this why I’m still single? I choose random non-dateable guys? More on that later, on a different post.

So recently I was in Barnes and Noble buying David McCullough’s John Adams and first the guy behind me acted surprised that I even knew who the author was buy even had read one of McCullough’s pieces. I have a theory that he was surprised because I look young. THEN the sales girl checking me out looks at it and was like this is a good book and she looks my age. Us young’uns do read books, how about that.

So the best thing about working at a nursing home, I’ve decided, is that random things come out of them. Not just crap but like words and actions that come are funny. Like kicking and throwing stuff at aids, and “when I get mad, shit is going to hit the fan” and “We’ll boil the shit out of it”. They do talk about shit a lot. I found out, no, I take that back. My feelings have been affirmed that I will not be in health care for the rest of my life.

So my car is having tire problems and I’ve been driving one of our pick ups. I’ve enjoyed every single second of it. I was driving home tonight and I wasn’t out of town and I drive by the cemetery, (which is on one side of town) and the cops like to sit there, nothing new, they’ve sat there for years. Even when I was in high school that was where they sat. The cop pulled me over for a headlight that was out. First I couldn’t find the button to roll the window down, so I just opened the door, then I didn’t have my seat belt on but I made up a story that I needed to reach over for the cubby hole and the stuff that was in it. The insurance wasn’t current, I’m about 90% the registration was current, on the verge of speeding and I didn’t have my seat belt on. I didn’t get a ticket. I was floored. First thing out of my mouth when I got home (I had called and told them what was going on) was how surprised I was that I didn’t get a ticket. I also had horn problems with this pickup today, so it was a full day of pickup today.

So I’m full of stuff going on. Those were just the highlights.

Thank God for Brothers

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Like an hour ago, I took a shower. Not a big deal. I’ve been taking showers for quite a few years all ready. And by myself. So I get out of the shower and I turn the water off. Or at least I try to. So here I am in a towel with no seeing utensils like my glasses trying to figure out how to turn off the water. If you remember last fall or spring… it was last year sometime, I had an issue where I am fixing my towel holder in a towel. I have a feeling that this, fixing things in the bathroom in a towel, will be a trend in my life forever. So anyway. This was an excellent time to remember that I never learned where to shut off the water in my parents’ home and both my parents are out of town today. So I call my mother, I call my father, I call my brother’s house and I finally call my sister-in-law’s cell. My brother picks up and until I started talking to him, I remember he’s out of town too with my sister-in-law. So I go “ummm, the shower won’t stop.” “What do you mean the shower won’t stop?” “Well the faucet…it’s like puking water and I can’t stop it and I don’t know what to do.” And I know my brother is on the other end of the line face palming it because who says that the faucet is puking water, that’s the job of a faucet is to puke water.

Now remember I’m still in my towel without a seeing utensil. This doesn’t change throughout the story. So my brother tells me where to go downstairs to fix this. And the directions he says is go in the bathroom downstairs look up and there’s like a light switch thing. He knows me well enough to know that is how you direct me. That doesn’t work. Then he tells me there’s a pump thing in the corner under the stairs and theirs a silvery grey cord thing coming out, follow that and turn it off. That makes sense so we get that taken care of and we hang up. Again, my brother knows how to explain things to me in my language. I’m putting on clothes and my mother calls. Way to time that parents. It’s their problem now. I think. Hopefully.

This weekend, other than getting another year older, my foot got ran over by a wheelchair with the person in it. It turned black and blue. This happened on Saturday night and I got home and took my sock off and it was all ready black and blue. Sunday I put my boot on and I grunted and I told my mother what happened and she yelled at me for wearing boots. I’m really counting Saturday and Sunday as my birthday because Saturday was kind of a bust so I was going to wear my boots to church if I wanted to or if my mother did not. So last night when I got off of work, I had my mother, the nurse, look at my foot. First she pointed out it was bruised. Well, thank you mother, I knew that. Then she brought it up closer and poked around my bruise for signs of swelling. Each poke I told her it didn’t hurt and finally she looked up and says, that’s not what I’m poking for. I told her my theory was to tell her any immense pain I had because that helps the healing process.

As some of you know, MJ is one of my best friends. She’s a Special Ed teacher on the other side of the state. When she talks about her profession she writes or says SPED. She was talking about it in an email yesterday and I replied with: Every time I see SPED I think of Speed and then I think of drugs. Remember, hugs, not drugs. Pretty sure that wasn’t what she was expecting from me.

Yesterday was my first college roommate’s birthday so I went and celebrated that. I knew 5 of the 7 people there so I wasn’t totally awkward. There were pictures. It was a good time. End of story. I think. If it isn’t, I’ll talk about it later.

That’s my life as of right now.

Rambles.

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So I turn 26 on tomorrow. No big plans, just watch the niece and nephew and go into work for a few hours. I made a bigger deal out of my birthday last year because 25 was a big deal? I don’t know but, yes, last year was bigger for me. I got asked last week by my sister-in-law what I wanted for my birthday and I said lions, cheetahs and robots. I told my parents tonight that turning 26 is when responsibility (mainly because that’s when you HAVE to start paying for insurance) and then used that to justify a coffee maker. Let me clarify that. My sister-in-law order a new coffee machine and I said that’s a responsible thing, when I get responsible and I’m in a more permanent place I’m getting a coffee maker. When did I become an adult that loved coffee? For the record, I’m fighting adulthood as much as possible.

The niece and nephew are staying the night tonight and here’s some of the moments. Niece and nephew were attacking me and out of the blue, says “Go tell your boyfriend” I don’t have a boyfriend “you need to find one at school” I don’t go to school. No response to that. We were talking about my birthday and I asked what I should do for it and the nephew tells me I need a vacation and the niece agreed. First it was to go snowboarding and then it was to the beach because there’s water and sand and I could make a sand castle and a sand box. My nephew and I were talking about kindergarten and he said that he was going to start learning about monsters and was surprised that I didn’t learn about monsters in kindergarten. So I started bartering for him to teach me about monsters. So we came to the decision that he would teach me and I would give him $100 when he got married. A little bit later he said that he didn’t know who he would marry because there were only 9 girls to 11 boys in his class and he told me I couldn’t go on vacation because he’d miss me.

For those of you who don’t know, I thrive off of random funny comments I find off of my Facebook feed. Tonight I’m scrolling through and a former roommate has on a picture and it’s complaining about how much paperwork one has at work. This roommate is a preschool teacher and her sister is a kindergarten teacher and they’re talking about it and their friend says: “So a kindergarten and preschool teacher are talking about paperwork?? What do you do….grade finger paintings???” That decided it. I need more funny friends and less attractive friends. I have thought a lot about my close friends lately. Ninety eight percent of them are good looking. It makes being average looking a lot more difficult.

So I’m about 100 pages into The House Girl by Tara Conklin and as of right now I have no strong feelings about it one way or another. It’s an interesting premise but I haven’t gotten into it.

Luke and Violet Book Review

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First-Catch up on my life? Yes? Okay. MJ and I have been going back and forth with this story and we can only write 15 sentences of the story and we can’t have it for more than 5 days and we have to give a rule for the other person to follow in their section of the story. It’s epic. There’s awkward pictures and a Steve and blackmail. That description doesn’t even give it justice. I have also learned through this process that I should not be writing when I’m tired because I start mixing up things like there, they’re and their. That bothers me.

I finished my CNA classes and I passed the class and now I’m orientating and then I take the state test to actually be certified.

So I’m orientating on nights tonight, so I work from 11:45-8:15, sleeping, going an hourish away tomorrow night to go to something, then Sunday, I’m going an hour in another direction to hang out with a friend. So much for a relaxing weekend.

Valentine’s Day is coming up. Boo. I’m anti-Valentine’s Day. If I were dating someone and in a serious relationship, I wouldn’t want a specific day just to show our love. Show me in the little things all the time. Open my door, tell me I’m having a good hair day, (because talking about my hair is the way to my heart, I’m kind of vain about it) hold my hand, things like that. I’m easily impressed. No need for a whole day of love. For me it’s not necessary. I’m low maintenance. Anyway.

I started my thyroid medicine this week. Knowing that something is wrong with me like my thyroid kind of bothers me. I also have eczema and knowing that there’s something I’m doing that I can’t control is unnerving every once in a while. I know that both things are very manageable but I’m kind of funny about it and I want it fixed. But I’m working on this.

Book time. I read The Destiny of Violet and Luke by Jessica Sorensen. This book is in the same series as the Callie and Kayden books I talked about last year. I’ve read other books/series by Sorensen and they haven’t impressed me as much. Here is a synopsis of the book. (there will be spoilers after the synopsis)

Luke Price’s life has always been about order, control, and acting tough on the outside. For Luke, meaningless relationships are a distraction-a way to tune out the twisted memories of his childhood. He desperately wishes he could forget his past, but it haunts him no matter what he does.

Violet Hayes has had a rough life. When she was young, she was left with no family and the memory of her parents’ unsolved murders. She grew up in foster homes, living with irresponsible parents, drugs, and neglect, and trying to fight the painful memories of the night her parents were taken from her. But it’s hard to forget when she never got closure-and she can’t stop dreaming about what happened that tragic night. To make it through life, she keeps her distance from everyone and never allows herself to feel anything.

Then Violet meets Luke. The two clash instantly, yet they can’t seem to stay away from each other. Although they fight it, they both start to open up and feel things they’ve never felt before. They discover just how similar they are. But they also discover something else: The past always catches up with you.

I loved Luke in the Callie and Kayden books. I also knew that Luke was to developed as a supporting character to not have his own book. So this book came out and I was totally excited. I get to find out more about Luke and he gets himself a girl but from reading this book, getting the girls aren’t his problem. We also find out more about Callie’s roommate, Violet. She’s a character isn’t she? And let’s start from the ending on this. That ending. Sorensen does know how to write a freaking ending. You kind of see it coming and then everything explodes into something so much larger than you expect and then you’re sitting there at 4 in the morning dwelling about these characters and wondering what’s going to happen. (That’s what I did with the first book, last year) I’m bitter that I don’t know what’s going to happen and mad that it’s not ending like I want it to end.

Characters: Let’s start with my favorite from the beginning: Luke. Before this book, I kind of knew he was a man whore, I knew he had issues with his mother, his father wasn’t around and probably a deadbeat and his sister committed suicide. Here’s what I know more. He’s more of a man whore than I realized, issues didn’t necessarily change (until you get to the end of the book) and his dad isn’t that bad of a guy. I still kind of love Luke through his drunkenness and his slutty ways. I know how he was protective of Callie and how he reacts to Violet so I respect him.

Violet: She was kind of a surprise for me. Sort of. All of Sorensen’s characters, that I’ve read, have major issues. They’re real issues and the issues aren’t skirted around. I didn’t expect some of her issues. Like the dealing and she was a virgin. Not that being a virgin is an issue, but it was something that surprised me because of how much she was alone with guys in the first 2 books, which if you think about, that’s genius. You’re getting just the narrator’s p.o.v., then you find out there’s so much more than you realize. I felt for Violet through the whole thing. She’s scared, she’s hurt and she’s surviving. Part of me kind of thought this was going to be somewhat similar to Callie and Kayden but it wasn’t. I feel like Violet was more scared.

Grayson and Seth: Seth disappointed me. He was so much more judgmental than I thought he would be. I was impressed with Grayson, I’m kind of looking forward to their story now.

The creepy “foster father” of Violet: I can’t remember his name off the top of my head. BOOOO. He was definitely a nemesis in this book. I don’t like him. Throw him in the river next book. I’m sure he owns a van and it can be parked down by the river to live in so it could look like an accident. If he doesn’t have a van, shame on him, he’s a drug dealer. He needs a van from the ’70’s.

I really liked the book. This series is what I need every once in a while.

The Books I Read this Year.

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So being that I will be quite busy the next couple days with being done at the museum and moving and the such, I’m going to do my year-end book look back now. I won’t bore you with all I’ve read, but I’ll give the overview. There was a total of 51 books and a total of 15,559 pages. Here’s a few of the books I read and what I thought about them.

The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden and The Redemption of Callie and Kayden by Jessica Sorensen. I loved them. I got kind of obsessed by them. Lots of angst and just something I don’t normally read.

The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series by Rick Riordan. I definitely was one minded while reading this series. I read them in quick succession because I really liked them and really liked learning more about mythology in this form

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen. It was okay. Not my favorite Austen but it’s up there

Love Seen from Hell by John Emil Augustine. YUCK. I wasn’t a fan. There are few books that I should never pick up because they bother me so much and this was one of them.

Downtown Owl by Chuck Klosterman. I loved this book. I have read very few books that take place in my home state of North Dakota and this is the only one I’ve liked. I liked the characters and the real situations the characters were put in. Go read it. Now. I loved it.

I Kissed Dating Goodbye by Joshua Harris. This was another one I wasn’t a fan of. Something that I would have adored in high school but now I have to many opinions on dating and know more what I want and what I need. I didn’t need this book/devotional/whatever it is, to tell me what I need. I think I had more issue with the reviews I read about it on GoodReads.

The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum. I liked it more than the movie. The book didn’t give me nightmares. Is this a sign that the movie will one day not give me nightmares and I will lose this obsession eventually? Maybe. To soon to tell. It something I would think about reading to my kids one day.

The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. This is the first Lord John book I liked and it was because there was more Jamie Fraser in it. I also like that it was in the 20 year period where Claire was out of the picture. If you like the Lord John series and the Outlander series, you’ll love this book.

A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin. Meh. I see why the show is popular and the books are popular. I just couldn’t get into it. If I had more time to devote to the series, I could totally get into the series and become obsessed.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. This took me a long time to get into but once I did and I got invested in the characters and started to love them. I do not see myself re-reading it though.

The Fault in our Stars by John Green. So good. I loved how John Green pretty much pulled off narrating from a 16-year-old girl’s point of view. It was funny and serious and I may have crushed on John Green for a while.

Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins. Good but I was still coming off from the John Green high. If I had read it before John Green, I would have adored it but I didn’t. I just got mad at Anna for being a typical teenager. That (me getting mad at teenagers for being teenagers and this coming from the girl who is about to teach in a high school) does happen on a regular basis.

Several Steve Hocknsmith books. It was more of the Home on the Range books. I really like these westerns because you get the western feel but near the end of the heyday of the cowboys so they’re a little bit more sophisticated more. I enjoy the humor and how they’re written.

Beyond the Highland Mist by Karen Marie Moning. Not that bad but I got recommended this book based on my interest in the Outlander series. Yeah, doesn’t hold up. But it’s good and an easy read. I am a little obsessed with Hawk now. I don’t know why. Well, I kind of take that back because I have an idea why, I just don’t want to talk about it.

Panic by Jeff Abbott. I think I joked about this book the most because I couldn’t figure out who to trust. I did reference this book a lot when I was reading it. I think it was because it stumped me and not many books do that.

Into the Wilderness by Sara Donati. Another book that was suggested because I liked Outlander. This one fared better than Beyond the Highland Mist. I liked the characters and that it was a continuation of The Last of the Mohicans. Lots of good things about it and then some other things I wasn’t to into.

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. I just did a review on this. So I won’t talk about it too much. Just go back a post or two and read about it.

P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern. Not that similar to the movie but I still really enjoyed this book. I loved the family dynamics and I love just enjoyed the love that carried on.

So that’s a selection of what I’ve read. I’ll try to post in the next couple of days but don’t count on it.