I'm Reece Fox; a 23 year old World of Warcraft playing, peace loving, song singing, tree hugger. I've got a sharp tongue, a hot temper, and a sarcastic quick-witted humor. Love me, hate me, just don't try to make me. Being something I'm not just ain't me.
I dont know how it happened or why, but I put on 10lbs and it all went straight to my stomach and chest. So when I ask my boyfriend, how do I look in this or that... he replies with: "Smart."
I appreciate my smart ass boyfriend's humor, but I am getting the notion that I need to start implementing some type of work out into my life. I eat horribly, and I don't plan to change..... so I guess that means more time at the YMCA or some local gym. Yuck.
Let me start by saying I am NOT full of myself. I know my
strengths and weaknesses just as any other should. In school I knew where I was
talented enough to slack off and where I needed to be alert. I'll never be a
scientist. I'll never be a historian. I'll never have my artwork grace the
walls of a museum. What I can do is
write. Perhaps I'm missing a comma here or there (I'm not perfect), but I
understand the basic concepts of how to construct a proper sentence.
I just started my first semester as a college freshman at
the University of Wisconsin- Rock County. It's not a well-known or prestigious
school, but I'm just pleased with myself for enrolling in ANY college at this
point. It's been over 5 years since I graduated high school, and much of what I
"learned" has somehow found its way to the dormant crevices of my jumbled
brain. I worried I wouldn’t operate at the level of my peers.
English 101- Week 3. The assignment? Write a 300-word descriptive essay
including as many of the five sensory details as possible. Simple enough it
seems. So, 322 words later I submit my essay through the online school database
and peruse through the work of my fellow peers. One: I like to know where I
stand among the class as far as skill. Two: In case of a future group
assignment I’d like to know who I should and, more importantly, should not work with.
I don't want to work with these people:
"The horses, seeming like they were in dire
distressed, kicked their hoofs up and down, stirring up grimy dirt into the
winds, while yanked their necks side to side attempting to deter the gold ball
sized horse flies from annoying them. They wiped their tails in rage back and
forth and up into the air with some innocent workers getting caught in the
cross fire feeling steel wool brushes scarping against their skin."
(Anonymous English Student)
“With jitters of energy, we find the parking lot and we
approach the enormeous log lobby leading us to the Wilderness. With
unpreparation of a large sum of money needing to be deposited for management to
have for safe keepings, emotions became futile and thoughts became frantic.
After countless minutes passing, my friend and I bargained our way out of the
policy and placed a $500 deposit.” (Anonymous English Student)
1. My cat Jack has been drooling at the corners of his mouth recently (since we moved out of state). I notice he does it when he's on my bed. I searched the internet for answers. He's not foaming at the mouth, he's not dehydrated, he's not eating irregularly, he's a totally healthy cat other than the occasional drool. So, it turns out some cats drool just because they're happy. He probably does it on the bed because that's "cuddle time" or "sleepy time".Thanks Jack. I love you too, buddy!
2. My husband finally decided to pull the plug on our marriage. He's filing for divorce. But I don't need anyone's pity. I'm going to be 100% okay. It hurt the first few times he threatened me with it. Now? I'm just ready to move on and find somebody that truly makes me happy, and loves me all day every day. Love is supposed to be "for better or for worse", not at your convenience. You're not supposed to pick and choose which days you feel like being supportive. So in my eyes, this is a fresh start. There are plenty of fish in the sea... really sexy fish with muscles and charming smiles. Oh, so many fish to be had, just gotta reel one in!
3. For years I've envied the "Lady Gaga's" of the world. I've always wanted to look on the outside, how I truly feel on the inside. Inside I'm a loud, funky, eccentric, colorful, hippie-child. What I see in the mirror is a conservative, frumpy-grandma-sweater-wearing, stick in the mud. So, I wonder what other people see. It may sound silly, but to me... an outfit tells a lot about a person. (My latest and greatest addition.... my awesome new rainbow socks)
That's all I feel like writing tonight. Although I have lots of other things on the tip of my tongue; mostly complaints about men and the stupid mind games they play (or pretend not to play). But I feel like I'll probably just say something in haste that I'll regret later, so for now I bid you adieu. Peace!
How will we ever learn to grow, if we aren't willing to dig our hands in the dirt?
I have been living here with my aunt and uncle for 1 month. I can't believe it's been a month! Time has gone by SO fast. But that only happens when you're having fun, right? So, in some ways I'm really enjoying myself.
Since I've been here I've realized something. In order for me to get where I'm going... I'll need to try new things. Go where I've never gone before.
I have dreams....... I have hopes. I don't just want to find happiness. I want to help others find it, too! I want to see myself on the radio, in a magazine, on tv.... Not because I want to be famous, But because I want to change the world. I want my message to be heard. The message is simple. With love, teamwork, and commitment... EVERYTHING is possible.
How can I explain it? Like an ocean's wave rushing the sandy shore. Erasing footprints. Erasing memories. My heart is heavy. A great burden I carry.
Perhaps you see a bitch because my words can cut you into pieces. What you don't see is the hurt. What you don't see is the scared little girl inside; frightened of the future, timid of the unknown, attracted to the chaos to avoid the silence. When the world is quiet, I'm left with my own thoughts. I crave attention because I can't handle being alone. The things I think and the hurt I feel............... it's unbearable alone.
I'm moving to Wisconsin in 10 days. My husband is NOT coming with me. The worst part is that I don't even know what's happening; is this a separation? is this a divorce? am i ever coming back? I DON'T KNOW!!! I don't feel that publicly advertising this information is appropriate, but I also know what it's like to keep it to myself day after day. I. CAN'T. TAKE. IT. ANYMORE.
Damn facebook. It's so easy to find yourself creeping on a friends page, staring at their photos, envying them. In fact, for me it's harder NOT to. I realize my status updates lately have a theme: "I'm bored and lonely." It's a desperate cry for help, hoping somebody will hear me. Hoping one of these days, somebody is going to call me or text me "You want to hang out tonight?". Alas, it's just a computer, not a magic box, and friends aren't going to Houdini themselves into my life simply because I want some this very moment. The sad truth is that I know even if I finally got that phone call or that text, it would only be a temporary relief. The next day I'd still be in the same situation............ wanting more. The grass is always greener on the other side, at least it is in the world of Reece Fox.
My world always seems to be anchored down.
My ship is ready to set sail.
Something is wrong with the captain.
In 2 weeks I'll be leaving my life in Missouri. I'm terrified. Absolutely terrified. I feel a bit like a goldfish in an ocean; small and lost with little to no direction. I spend so much of my time trying to put on a happy face, as if somebody would think less of me for not being calm and collected. I'm willing to admit, I'm not as put together as I want to be seen. Only so much can be bottled inside, until it explodes out of you!
I'm angry. I'm stressed. I'm hurt. I try not to get emotional in front of others, but lately, all I want to do is yell or cry. About everything; my dead sister, my marriage, my job, college, my parents, my "friends" or lack of. At this point, running out of milk could bring me to tears. I'm emotional over everything and nothing at the same time.
What I want is to know that I matter to somebody, because most days I hardly matter to myself. I'd like to think of friendship as a story, and many of my stories are on their last chapter. One day I'll just be a picture to delete off someone's facebook. One day I'll be gone, have I left anything worth remembering? One day I'll be a memory somebody had of "that one girl that liked cats".
On Friday, May 6, 2011..... My older sister, Elissa, died at the age of 25. To say the least my family is having a difficult time right now. All I ever wanted for her was happiness. I hope she'll be around to watch over me. This song is for you Elissa, you meant the world to me.
If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a, bed of roses Sink me in the river, at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had, just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a, bed of roses Sink me in the river, at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had, just enough time
And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom I'm as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I've Never known the lovin' of a man But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there's a Boy here in town who says he'll love me forever, Who would have thought forever could be severed by The sharp knife of a short life, well, I've had, just enough time
So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar They're worth so much more after I'm a goner And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin' Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'
If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a, bed of roses Sink me in the river, at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song
The ballad of a dove, Go with peace and love Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh
The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had, just enough time So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
I'm not your typical 22 year old. Instead of partying and having obscene amounts of fun, I'm lavishly boring. Often times the highlight of my day is watching my 20 lb cat, Trebek, romp around the house; shooting from room to room with short bursts of fierce energy. I tend to be an old soul at heart. I find myself more content with life when it's simple and natural.
I've felt like I was "old" ever since I was 10. I'm not sure if that is difficult to understand because, honestly, it sounds natural to me. When I was 16, I felt like I was in my 20's. Now that I'm actually in my 20's I feel like I'm 30. Regularly I find myself thinking "it's not like it used to be" and "whatever happened to..."
The crabby old lady inside me is mildly frustrated with technology lately. Sometimes I just feel like as humans we're evolving too much for our own good. Here's my unoriginal thought for the day: We are so reliant on internet, computers, iphones, tivo, ipods, etc Everything is so easy, and in the process it's making us lazy.
This is a comic I drew to sum up my thoughts. Enjoy.
This has been the worst cold I've had in nearly 10 years. About 9 days ago it started with the typical runny nose, a day later came the sore throat, closely followed by mucus build up in my airways, and an incessant cough. Unfortunately, I also have asthma. So my breathing was gettng dangerously irregular; especially at night with the cold air.
As of today I felt well enough to go back to work since the cold is gone, but I'm still having airway troubles. It's getting better, so I've kept putting off a visit to the doctors. Personally, it annoys me when people go to the doctors for every little thing. A cold? Come on, dude. It's not cancer. It's really nothing to worry about; drink water, sleep, take fever reducer, pain reliever, etc. Easy Peasy. If some of these hypochondriacs would stop over analyzing every symptom they have, it might actually free up some appointments for people with REAL problems to get seen at our clinics.
It takes an act of congress for me to set myself up an appointment. I just don't like people giving me information I could have figured out from WebMD and a drug I could have gotten OTC from Walmart. BUT.... having said that, if I'm not better in another 3 or 4 days, I'll go to the doctors. I think.
Despite the sickness, I've been feeling happier lately. It's been a month that I've been taking my meds for Borderline Personality Disorder and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It might be "power of suggestion", but I think things are getting better. I love myself enough to realize: I deserve happiness! And if it takes medication to get there, so be it. I'm okay with that. :)
I believe that if there IS a God, He works in mysterious ways. Some of His work is hard to find, and some is even harder to explain. Whoever He is, He clearly has a sense of humor. There's no denying that much. Take kitty here for ex.
Isn't this just adorable!
I don't believe there is one God. I believe in what you could call a, "Personal Jesus", and the possibility that there is a "perfect God" for every individual. Somebody may desire a strict symbol to worship, wheras somebody else may desire multiple God's to help them through life. It's all about finding your God, but ALSO being happy for your neighbor when they find their God... even if it's not exactly the same as yours.
To be perfectly honest, I don't know where I came up with this belief. It wasn't taught to me by anybody. Even though my mother tried to raise us Catholic, I haven't fully read The Bible. I've only read the "cliff notes" so to speak. I know a little here and there about this and that, but I don't know enough to classify myself as any one religion. Even as a kid I was too independent to want somebody telling me a "proper" way to worship the Lord. I'm just ME, and I believe in what I believe! Simple as that. Aaaand... so long as nobody has definite proof of who's actually got it right, I'm going to continue doing so.
There's so much snow on my back porch that I can't open the door!!!
This is not my door, BUT this is a fucking brilliant idea.
It's February. So, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about snow in February. I would just prefer the ability to get to and from work in it. Luckily I don't work all week until Thursday because I would have wound up screwing them over by calling out. Sorry, call me selfish.... I'm not risking my safety for Kohl's. This job is just not that important, let's call a spade a spade. I make less than $8/hour. Not worth it.
Last year I threw my cat, Jack, in the snow just to see what he'd do. (Curiosity. Cats. You know. Anyway...). He started making his way to the neighbors part of our split double deck. He loved it!! I had to chase after him! It was hilarious. He wasn't getting far because it was a foot over his head. This year if I threw him out there.... I'd consider turning myself in for animal cruelty. It's viciously cold and blizzard-like out there!. We're supposed to get another 6 inches tomorrow. I'm glad the house is full of food and drinks because we aren't going anywhere for a while.
(This reminded me of my cats all looking out the door)
{Innocent Eavesdropper} Who you guys talking about?
[Gossip Bitch #1] You mean you didn't SEE her?! Oh, trust me.
You'll know it when you see it.
[Gossip Bitch #2] She's wearing her hooker boots today.
[Gossip Bitch #1] Prostitute boots.
[Loyal Follower] YEAH! What a slut!
{Innocent Eavesdropper} Ohh. Ok. {walks away}
I didn't mean to be dropping eaves. I really didn't, (at least not THIS time). However, if you're going to talk shit about somebody you work with, you really shouldn't do it in the breakroom. And you really shouldn't do it while other employees are within ear shot, especially when that "certain hooker" you're talking about happens to be your boss.
When I heard the word "SSSSSSLUT" come from the lips of the loyal follower, to be honest, it shocked me! I was dying to find out what my manager was wearing that stirred up so much chatter. I obviously didn't take a photo of my manager, but I found these outfits to show a general idea of her attire from the waist-down.
I know what you're thinking!! These women look like total prostitutes, right? I mean, they might as well quit their day jobs and turn to cheap condoms, smoking crack, and a boyfriend named Big Daddy. LoL. Seriously? Aside from the tube top, I don't think these outfits look inappropriate for Kohl's. Certainly not deserving of the word "SLUT". It was clear to me that these women were just jealous. I felt pity because I know if I was in my 40's,50's, had gray hair, wrinkles, and bad teeth... I'd be jealous too. Just not jealous enough to defame somebodys character over something as silly as shoes!
Well, it just didn't sit right with me. I decided to go to the manager. I told her what I overheard, and that it made me feel awful and uncomfortable. It resonated with me because we are supposed to be good to one another as co-workers. It should be us against the customers, not each other. We're all in the same boat, even the managers. It's just a job, and we shouldn't let it define who we are.
Long story short, the loyal follower found out that I passed along the slut comment. I found this very unsettling, especially since I never divuldged any information about where the comment came from and who was participating in the conversation. I felt guilty because I was actually friends with the follower, but I realized something; I feel negative because I surround myself with negative. So, when the loyal follower blocked me from FBook I wasn't upset. She was actually doing me a favor. 2011 is a new year, and a fresh start. So, step 1 on my journey to aboslute self discovery:
Surround myself with something positve and become something positive.
1. I've come to realize that my cravings: For food are nearly insatiable. :)
2. I've come to realize that my job: is an evil multi-billion dollar corporation that promotes greed and giving minimum wage to hard working people as a way to cut corners on their budget.
3. I've come to realize that when I'm driving: I'm constantly nervous. Not excessively, but I'm an overly cautious driver. I try to figure out what the other drivers are going to do before it happens. And I have a problem looking other drivers in the face unless I'm wearing sunglasses.
4. I've come to realize that I need: to love myself before moving forward with life. (this was actually what I answered last year, and it still holds true).
5. I've come to realize that I have lost: my childhood innocence. Nothing seems as grand as it once was. Not even Disney movies compare to the old days.
6. I've come to realize that I hate it when: I'm alone, yet my personality disorder pushes people away.
7. I've come to realize that when I'm drunk: it almost always ends in a hang over the next morning.
8. I've come to realize that money: truly is the root of all evil.
9. I've come to realize that certain people: need to grow up.
10. I've come to realize that I'll always: reminisce about the past, but it's not healthy to live there.
11. I've come to realize that my sibling(s): make me feel like I matter in this world.
12. I've come to realize that my mom: still loves me
13. I've come to realize that my cell phone: is just a piece of plastic. I prefer texting to talking.
14. I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning: I wanted to go back to bed, but didn't.
15. I've come to realize that last night before I went to sleep: sometimes I take for granted sleeping next to a warm body. Sleeping alone is a horrible feeling.
16. I've come to realize that right now I am: slightly psychotic and I have very abnormal thoughts at times.
17. I've come to realize that my dad: really hurts me when he says he'll call me and doesn't for weeks on end.
18. I've come to realize that when I get on Facebook: I hate seeing certain people over and over.
19. I've come to realize that today: is a good day to stay off the snowy roads and watch a movie.
20. I've come to realize that tonight: is the last of my 4 day weekend. I've enjoyed it thoroughly.
21. I've come to realize that tomorrow: I have to mentally prepare myself to go back to work.
22. I've come to realize that I really want to: go to Red Lobster for my 3 year anniversary in February.
24. I've come to realize that life: gives us what we need, not always what we want.
25. I've come to realize that this weekend: I'll be working, like most every other weekend.
26. I've realized the best music to listen to when I am upset: "I'm not ready to make nice" Dixie Chicks.
28. I've come to realize that this year: 2010, was a constant struggle with my family and friends.
29. I've come to realize that my ex: is tolerable, but I don't much care for his girlfriend talking to me.
30. I've come to realize that maybe I should: do a little growing up myself.
31. I've come to realize that I love... being a wife. I take it for granted sometimes and I shouldn't.
32. I've come to realize that I don't understand: my sister in-law Jenna. She may or may not be the anti-christ.
33. I've come to realize my past: haunts me at times.
34. I've come to realize that parties: are fun sometimes, but that's not the lifestyle I want.
35. I've come to realize that I'm totally terrified: to be myself around everyone I meet.
36. I've come to realize that my life: is no more important than anybody else's. Terrorists included. At least they have passion to stick up for their beliefs. I prefer to sit on a couch and each cheetos.
For the sake of anonymity, and slight defamation of character I cannot say the name of the person I'm going to write about. So, for funsies I'm going to call this person Cartman. You shall see it befitting as I do after this blog, trust me. :)
Abraham Lincoln said, "Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." Recently Cartman got a promotion. (That's not saying much in this company. My last raise evaluation left me with a measley 11 cent increase per hour. Oh, boy!) The promotion for Cartman was exceptionally exciting, given he's only 21 years old. So a little bit of power sent Cartman into a frenzy.
Cartman called an employee to tell them they need to stand up straight at the registers and stop slouching. Later when a co-worker answered the phone with a, "hello?" Cartman snapped back, "When you answer the phones you need to say, "This is (your name), not just hello." All in a days work of bossing around, but that wasn't enough. Just one more for good measure.
Listen people, it's retail in December; it gets busy at my job. A new employee still hadn't taken her last 15 minute break of an 8 hour shift and she only had 30 minutes left until her shift was over. When she asked if she could take it Cartman told her that the last 15 minute break is optional for the company to give them if its busy. This poor girl came to me in tears. She was crying, saying she'd never been talked down to in such a way before. So, without getting too into details, I remedied the situation and got her the last break she was due. Just FYI, the bullshit Cartman was spouting off is actually illegal. A company can't actually deprive you of your breaks, know your rights people!
Cartman and I used to be friends until his promotion. Now I'm really hoping I get this LP job so I can get the hell away from him and his Nazi ways. He walked up to me and said something, I told him, "I don't care." [simple. yet to the point.] Later he said something to me and I clearly heard it. Clearly didn't respond. I gave a super cold shoulder. Never mess with a firecracker unless you're prepared for the burn.
(If you don't know already, the blog title is a quote from Talladega Nights. Look into it) My Friday night started out pretty mild. We went to a bar downtown called Barney's and started off with some drinks; Boulevard for him, Jack n Coke for me. We played a few games of pool while I ordered a Jagerbomb (which if you've never had one it tastes like black licorice. not the best taste, but not the worst).
We switched bars and went to a place called Nathan's where I had two more Jacks and one more Jagerbomb. We ordered some batter fried portabella mushrooms. (Delicious by the way). But I was pretty drunk at this point, so we decided to leave.
After all the money we spent on drinks I just wanted to go home, but Dan insisted on Wendy's. I was backseat driving telling him not to turn, so he was swerving a bit back and forth, not sure whether to listen to me or listen to his stomach. But the decision was made for him by the flashing police lights behind us. So we pulled into the parking lot, and waited to see what they could possibly want. The first thing I said was, "Well, at least we don't have any weed on us." (Mostly because I was drunk and more amused than nervous, so I was trying to get a laugh from Dan.)
So the cop walks up to the car, "License & Registration. Do you know why I stopped you?"..... no, obviously not. We just wanted some cheeseburgers. "You squealed your tires back there and were accelerating excessively. And you were driving all over the road. Step out of the car please."
We tried explaining that our tires squeal because they are bald. We don't have the money to replace them so we just deal with the noise it occassionally makes. Tried explaining the swerving. The speed limit was 25, and I dunno about you but it doesn't take me very long to accelerate to 25/mph. But Dan was over the legal limit on the breathalizer, no escaping that one.
So, Dan got a DWI (Driving While Intoxicated) charge, he has a court date set up for January, a 30 day driving suspension, and in addition to the fine we have to pay for the DWI, we now also have a fine for "excessive noise". Really? Excessive noise? Seriously. Bite me. I'll fight that in court. That's unjust.
The officer handcuffed Dan and took him to the courthouse jail, and asked me if I had a friend I could call to come pick me up since I'd also been drinking. I told him no, I don't have anybody I can call. So what does he do? Leaves me there. I asked him if there was any way he could help me get home, and he just reiterated, "Maybe you can call a friend or somebody." Wow.... thanks asshole. Way to be a hero!
So it's the middle of November, cold out, almost Midnight, I'm drunk, alone, and 4 miles away from home. Not exactly what I had in mind when we left the house. I didn't know what to do, so I went back to Barney's to talk to the bartender. I figured she might be able to tell me where they took Dan, not only did she tell me, but she told her manager she was going to drive me there. So, a cop won't help me, but a random stranger from a bar will. What a fucked up world.
So me and Britney, the bartender girl, drove to the courthouse only to find out that he wont be able to get out for another half hour because he has a bunch of processing paperwork. She drives me back to Barney's to wait, and calls a friend of hers to drive me home so she can finish her shift. So stranger #2, Jeremiah, drives me to the courthouse. I finally pick up my husband, we make it home. I thanked Brtiney and Jeremiah like CRAZY. I really don't know what I would have done without their random kindness.
We walk up to the house and a group of black guys are hanging around outside. Dan shouts: "I JUST GOT ARRESTED. WOOOO!" So, they asked us what happened. After we told the story, one of the guys holding a bottle of Hennesy says, "Here you need some of this." We're both still drunk, and figure what the hell, why not. So we both take some. Then we [kinda] invited ourselves into their apartment (which is just below ours), and let me just say that's totally not like me. In fact I don't even know my neighbors name. Alcohol is pure liquid courage. Dangerous liquid courage.
Dan and I were the only white people in the room, and the only married people in the room. They didn't seem to care. They were passing us drinks, they were loading a hookah bowl for us, then we started playing some drinking games "I've never ever" (where you say a statement, "I have never.... [farted]". and if you actually have done it, you take a drink.) Then we played a dirty card game. You pick a card from this deck of naked ladies in all kinds of kinky positions, and whatever you get, you have to mimic what they do in the picture (clothing on of course). Mine was really mild, just a girl grabbing her butt with her leg hiked up. Some of them were pretty funny, you can imagine.
So around 2 or 3 am I finally walked upstairs and crashed in bed. What a night.
A few months after I married Dan (I was 19 at the time) and was looking for a job in an empty apartment. It was lonely when he was at work, and I decided I wanted to get a kitten to keep me company. I had a perfect idea of what color kitten I'd like too, well, what we want isn't always what we get. Living in Oklahoma where it's more common to [probably] shoot a cat rather than rescue it, there weren't many cats at the adoption facility. 3 to be exact. There only 3 to choose from. So I picked the friendliest of the 3. He was black, which I was disappointed with because I was hoping for a colorful cat. But I was greatful that he was at least friendly and still fairly small...
One of the first few pictures we ever took the first week he was adopted.
I wasn't sure how this new cat would like Dan or vice versa, but I took the chance. When Dan walked in the door from work the cat went right to him and rubbed against his legs. Love at first sight. We knew having a pet was a handful, but it felt like an animal would be fun. We didn't know what to name him. I wanted something unique. We were into watching SNL's Celebrity Jeopardy with Will Ferell as Alex Trebek and Sean Connery and Burt Reynolds are always contestants. Anyway, we thought Trebek was an awesome idea at the time. No regrets. Here's an example: Episode Of SNL Celebrity Jeopardy with Tom Hanks guest.
Now, here's a bunch of photos of Trebek since 2008.
(I found this while trying to find a google photo to go with the search criteria: "Optomistic")
At first I glance I thought, that's a lame photo to represent what I'm feeling. But then I thought about it. I am feeling a bit optomistic lately, and this tree is growing ever-so optomistically on that dead end ledge. Perhaps this blooming plant DOES represent a bit of myself in it.
I've had an amazing week that's been getting better at every turn. Seriously, this feels out of character; being a glass-half-empty pessimist by nature. Being happy is somewhat of a distant memory back to the time I was little, singing Alanis Morisette, on a swing set, in the rain with my sisters, like singing was going out of style. Oh, man. Singing all the damn time. Now, I'm shy to sing in front of people. I miss how care-free I once was.
Anyway. About my week: Friday night I went drinking with my father-in-law and Dan. Then Saturday morning I worked, slightly hung over with mild dizziness and a headache. (A friend gave me two pills. I took them not knowing what the side effects of these things were. I just knew it would get rid of a headache. Turns out they were muscle relaxers. Oops.) I sobered up from the pills, or so I thought. Which brings us to Saturday night. After an amazing night at Side Pockets- a bar/pool hall, 3 Doubles of Jack n Coke, one Jagerbomb, and a couple puke sessions on my part... I wound up crashing at my girlfriend's house. Sunday I missed work because I was too busy sleeping away my memories of what happened the night before. :) *Oh, by the way.... I suffered some slight memory loss of the later events*
Which leads me to some really good advice. Make sure you don't take mystery pills. & definitely don't take them with alcohol. BUT, despite that bitter fact... I had a fun Sunday. My father-in-law invited Dan and I over for chili and cornbread (with real corn, again! yes! fantastic. I love the stuff). Which was nice of him to offer, because I guess it means he's warming up to me as much as I'm trying to warm up to him. Sad truths.
Okay, good news & better news. Good news: Today my manager came up to me and said to talk to her after work because she had something to tell me; a customer called and wanted to talk to a manager about me. The customer said that I was "awesome, really fast, and nice". Okay, that may not sound like much to you, but it felt good to me. Because I've had some people say the exact opposite. Just depends on the customer sometimes. Better news: I might be getting a new job. So, after Thanksgiving (Black Friday, shudder..... some people think sales. I think... torture). I have to work 9 hours on Black Friday. But who knows. This might be my last holiday working as a cashier. Maybe I will hold the ability to keep that in mind. :) Fingers Crossed. I'll get the final word on the job in the next few weeks.
