Saturday, June 29, 2013

Day Two Hundred and Twenty One: Persistent


I am persistent.
I’m still looking hard for the right job. Just the other day I applied for a dream job (yay!) and today I applied to two more teaching positions. The weirdest thing is that I feel pretty good about them. I’m not sure what the future holds for me right now, especially since I’m still sick and still figuring things out.


In the meantime, I’m keeping my puppy and my boyfriend happy, keeping myself happy and busy and trying (failing) to stay on top of this blog. I have the funny feeling that I’m going to get to the date I started last year and still be short a few entries, but that’s okay.
It’s not about being perfect, it’s about trying.

Challenge to my Readers:

Persistence is key. All roads lead forward if you’re walking the right way. 

Day Two Hundred and Twenty: Game player


I’m pretty good at video games.
The actual playing of video games, not so much. Although I will kick your tail feathers at Mario Party. No seriously, I am boss at that game. That and Call of Duty.
Taylor and I are playing through The Last of Us right now. It is an amazing game, not only visually but game play and story wise. I love watching Taylor play it and helping him figure out how to get around obstacles and fighting the zombie dudes. Plus the game is just so pretty.


I love to play video games, but I don’t really consider myself a gamer girl. I know enough to get by in a conversation or an actual game, but I’m not like a super nerd or anything.
I’m just the hot girl in the video game store.

Challenge to my Readers:

Play The Last of Us. It’s awesome.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Day Two Hundred and Nineteen: Listening skills


I can listen and engage in multiple conversations.
So Tuesday night was Trivia night again  for me and my friends. Getting eight or nine of us together at one table is fun, but it can get a little overwhelming. If you have ever worked with small children, imagine that. But with adults. Eight people, all of whom want each other’s attention all the time and any given time. It’s like opening Pandora’s box of chatter.
I’ve gotten really good at being able to engage in more than one conversation at a time. I’m also pretty good at keeping track of what people are saying and gaging how much they really want to say it. I have some friends who need a lot of help with conversation skills, but I think that all together we get along just fine.

Challenge to my Readers:

It can be a challenge sometimes to listen to your friends and care about the things that are important to them. You have to try anyway. 

Day Two Hundred and Eighteen: Swing of things


I’m back working and moving forward.
So what I’ve learned about my job is this: My employers are great, but they don’t care if I’m going anywhere in my life. They would be perfectly content to keep me where I am so that they never have to train another person to be manager. It doesn’t matter where this grant goes, it sometimes feels like they are deliberately trying to make it fail.
No big deal though. I’m still applying for real jobs. Soon, I’m gonna get a good one.
I hope.
I want to really do something with my life. I applied for a job at a website company today that could potentially  be my dream job. Send some good vibes my way. I really need them.
Challenge to my Readers:

Move forward and upward, keep fighting the good fight. Even if it feels like quicksand, it’s probably just earth. (Scottish Proverb.)

Day Two Hundred and Seventeen: Gifter


I always bring back presents.
So my family has this tradition for family vacations. My dad gives us a little money and we can spend it however we like. I spent all of my money getting presents for people. My brother spent his money on food.
I always bring back presents. I don’t know why, I know my friends don’t particularly care whether or not they get a present. But it’s my way of saying that I missed you and I’m glad you’re still here when I get back.
Also, I like to give presents.
Challenge to my Readers:

It is truly better to give than to receive. 

Day Two Hundred and Sixteen: Resilient


I managed to survive my family vacation.
Barely. And not without a few casualties, like my dignity and my sleep patterns, but I did manage to get through it. Now I’m back home, exhausted and ready to just take a day off and not have to deal with people.
Which is of course exactly the time I get a call about a cake due at work the next day. So back from a tortuous vacation only to be tossed right back into the fire of my job. Oh well.
Here goes nothing.
Challenge to my Readers:

Life never stops, just roll with the punches. 

Day Two Hundred and Fifteen: Nostalgic

Being in Glenwood Springs reminds me of being here with Taylor.
It’s not easy being apart from the man I love so much. Especially since he’s such a big part of my life now. I can’t even sleep without him next to me. He’s always the one who takes care of me, loves me and treats me like I’m gold.
Taylor and I went to Glenwood for our last anniversary. I am only recently finding out that it was apparently a very expensive trip. He wouldn’t tell me how much he paid for it because he thought I would worry. I would.
I love my boyfriend so much. Being here in Glenwood makes me miss him more, but I struggle on knowing that I’ll soon be home with him and my puppy.
Challenge to my Readers:

Some places bring happy memories. Focus on those and let the bad ones slide away.

Day Two Hundred and Fourteen: Reading myself


I can tell when I’m in a bad mood.
My moods are frequently linked to how much my stomach hates me. Because my intestines are constantly trying to devour themselves and I get to do fun stuff like coughing up blood, I feel entitled to be a little bitchy when my day starts like that.
I also get grumpy when I don’t sleep. Which happens a lot, I’m a very poor sleeper. Any sound at all (like the cacophony of my family snoring) will wake me up.
But when I’m in a bad mood, I usually let people know. I don’t do this because I want you to pity me or try to help me or make me feel better. I tell you so that you know you probably shouldn’t talk to me and you certainly shouldn’t take anything I say seriously.
I think that we spend too much time trying to feel good. We have all these positive feelings in the world, which is great. But some days are shit and some days I just want to sleep and eat pudding and be left the f*ck alone. And I need to you be okay with that, because otherwise you are going to get a mouthful of sassy Irish bitching.
When I have a bad day, you’ll know. I’ll tell you.
Challenge to my Readers:

It’s okay to be in a bad mood. It happens to the best of us. Be okay with it, live with it and try to feel better when you feel like it. Don’t force it. 

Day Two Hundred and Thirteen: On my own


I’m okay on my own.
I know a lot of people who can’t function without other people around them. These people need a near constant stream of chatter to appease their busy minds. My mother is one of these people. She needs constant distraction and company in order to function.
I am not like that.
So when I got to a hotel in the middle of butt-f*ck nowhere (Green River) instead of staying in the room and engaging in useless chatter, I am perfectly content to go sit in the lobby, mooch off the internet and watch people go in and out.
My mother does not understand this. She thinks that if I am separating myself from the people I just spent sixteen hours in a car with, I must be upset or angry or something. Clearly she has to fix this. She doesn’t understand that I’m just getting some me time.
I am fine on my own. If you ever see me sitting on my own, don’t join me. Say hi, but I’m fine, I promise. I’m not lonely or sad or depressed because I’m by myself. I’m focusing.
Challenge to my Readers:

It’s okay to be alone sometimes. Hell, I encourage it.

Day Two Hundred and Twelve: Responsible


I am confident in my ability to keep people alive.
Remembering that my mother, my aunt and my uncle are paralyzed at the idea of standing a thousand feet above a canyon, my poor nine year old cousin was either going to walk the rim alone or sit with the old people and see the canyon from afar.
Enter me. My family kind of dumped her on me, assuming, correctly, that I would be responsible enough to keep her from falling into the Grand Canyon.
Simone is still alive, so the answer is yes, I am responsible.
Cool.
Challenge to my Readers:

Accept your responsibility.

Day Two Hundred and Eleven: Fearless


I’m not scared of heights.
Everyone in my family is. Well, not my brother and father, they’re neutral to the height thing. But my mother, my aunt and my uncle….petrified.
In retrospect, Grand Canyon is not a good place to take people who are scared of heights. Especially not my mother. She remains convinced that if I go near an edge, even if there’s a guardrail, some malevolent force is going to pluck me off and throw me to my doom. So we spent the whole day at the canyon being yelled at by my mother for getting too close to the edge and scaring her.
Sucks that I’m not scared of anything, mom. So sorry.
Challenge to my Readers:

It’s okay to be scared, but it’s also okay to not be scared. 

Day Two Hundred and Ten: Bright side


I see the bright side of things.
So far this trip has been wavering between boring to painful, but there is always a bright side.
After all, this is my Dad’s yay-we-kicked-cancer-in-the-nuts trip. It’s also a good chance to see my favorite aunt and one of my favorite little cousins. But most of all, it’s a good chance to just get away from everything.
Okay, I have to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to run and then drive every day. And my entire family snores so sleeping isn’t an option. But there are plus sides….somewhere.
Challenge to my Readers:

Try to see the bright side of things when it gets bad. The silver lining might not be apparent or very big, but it’s there…somewhere.

Day Two Hundred and Nine: Good sister


My brother drives me nuts, but he’s my brother.
We both have this wavering tolerance for my mother’s alcoholism. As a result we take turns going into liquor stores with her. We’ve been doing it for years.
Anyway, I’ve moved out of the house, so I’ve had to deal with it less. I became aware of that on our road trip. Every time we pulled into a new town, the first thing we had to find was somewhere to buy wine. Without fail.
So I volunteered to be the chaperone in the store for my mum. And while I was in there I saw that they had this soda my brother loves. So I grabbed him one. He was pleased as punch when I brought it out to him. I also used the GPS on my phone to find the closest Starbucks for him, since he’s addicted to their chai.
I don’t live at home anymore, so it’s easy to forget that it isn’t a perfect little suburban family. Soda and Starbucks aren’t exactly healing, but at least they’re a bandaid.
Challenge to my Readers:

Sometimes it’s the small gestures that mean the most. 

Day Two Hundred and Eight: Interested


You know what’s cool. History.
While in Ouray, this little nowhere town in Colorado, my family and I found an old pharmacy. The guy who ran the place shut it down to show us his museum in the back. He’s been collecting pharmacy stuff for over thirty years. He had items dating back to 350 BC. (BCE if you went to public school.) It was really neat to see stuff from the seventeenth and eighteenth century that would have otherwise been lost.
He had a bezor, and actual bezor, like out of Harry Potter.
So cool.
Challenge to my Readers:

It never hurts to be interested or to go exploring. There is always something out there that will surprise you.

Day Two Hundred and Seven: Self-control


I have promised not to murder my entire family.
So far so good.
One day of traveling with them is almost enough to want to slit their throats. Every freaking pull out on the highway must be viewed by my mother. It’s like she thinks the mountains are going somewhere. I know that the drive is very pretty, but if she wakes me up one more time to look at a rock, I’m going to push her off a cliff.
My brother is just annoying. I mean, he’s my brother, but whatever. At least my dad is cool.
Challenge to my Readers:

Your family is all you’ve got. Don’t go killing them until your place in the will is assured. 

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Day Two Hundred and Six: Packing


I’m so bad at packing.
I am absolute shit at packing. I always over pack, pack the wrong stuff, not enough socks and underwear, too many dresses and too many chargers. Packing for vacation shouldn’t be hard, but it is.
The worst part: I had to truck around my medication for a whole week. A whole week of keeping it cool in a box and hotel freezers. All so I can poke myself with a needle on Friday. True, my meds are pretty important, but I’m up to fourteen pills a day, which is a pain in the ass when you think about it.


But I got my packing done, so I’m proud of myself. I deserve a latte.
Yeah.
Challenge to my Readers:

The small challenges come before the big ones. Grin and bear it.

Day Two Hundred and Five: Lover


I am a lover.
I am a lover of all things fuzzy, especially my baby boy, Ecco. Being away from him is going to be hard. This trip will be the longest time away from him, ever. I’m his mommy; it’s going to be just as hard on him to have me gone as it is on me.
It’s scary, leaving Taylor for so long (even if it’s just a week) but I know we can survive it. After all, I spend three months in Italy a few years ago and we made it through just fine. Although we both cried a lot from missing each other.


I am a lover of my boy and my puppy, and being away won’t change that. If anything, we’ll be stronger.
Challenge to my Readers:

Leaving people behind is hard, but don’t let opportunities go wasted because you won’t leave. 

Day Two Hundred and Four: Adventure


I’m starting to look forward to my family vacation.
Actually, I really just looking forward to being away from the shop for a WHOLE week. Hopefully it’s still standing when I return.
Driving through the desert is not exactly anyone’s idea of the perfect vacation, but it will be fun. My dad and I are very excited for the hiking and the canyon and everything else. I think my mom is just excited to be away from her job.


Although, traveling with my family is going to be a pain.

Challenge to my Readers:

Look forward to life’s adventures. Meet them, greet them and love them.

Day Two Hundred and Three: Technology on my own


I am beginning to get good with technology without Taylor’s help.
Okay, I’m nowhere near as good as Taylor is. He is like some kind of tech wizard god, but I am getting a lot better about using technology. For example, I used Drop Box to upload all my pictures from my trip onto Facebook.


I’m not ever going to be really good with technology. Just the other night I had a complete breakdown trying to buy tickets for Book of Mormon online. (That website is designed to suck money out of you, I swear to god.) But, I’m slowly working my way through it and figuring out what I’m good at and what I still need Taylor to do for me.
Not that he minds. He’s peaches and gravy that I need his help.

Challenge to my Readers:

There are some things in life we just aren’t good at. We can work our best to get good at them, and then defer to others when we need help. 

Day Two Hundred and Two: Laminating


I love laminating things.
I really do. I have this weird passion for lamination. I use packing tape to self-laminate my little pictures and stuff in my journal, or the things I want to hang on my wall. It’s strange, but it really is one of my simple pleasures.
When I was a kid, Ms. Marian, who ran my elementary school, used to let me use the lamination machine when I was really good. Learned my times tables, got to laminate. Prefect score on my spelling test, laminate! My friend and I used to pick up leaves in the fall and she would let me make posters of laminated leaves to hang up in the windows.


So yeah, just something that makes me weirdly happy, laminating things.
Challenge to my Readers:

Sometimes the simple pleasures are the greatest. Learn to love them.

Day Two Hundred and One: Never losing faith


Last night was bitch night.
My boyfriend, my roommate, my friend and I decided to take a break from our lives and sit by the pool and basically bitch about everything that made us sad or angry. Somehow Madison and I got on the subject of the corruption in the education and court system and had one of those “makes me lose faith in humanity moments.” (If you worked for the courts, you would lose faith pretty fast too.)
But I was driving from a staff meeting at the mall today and saw something amazing. See, the underpass near the university is renowned for having some of the shittiest lighting in the world. When I pulled up to a stop to go under the over pass, I was about three cars behind the light. A little old woman, wearing a freaking babushka I kid you not, was standing at the crosswalk with her bags, looking very confused. See, she couldn’t actually see the sign that was telling her to go ahead and walk from where she was standing because the walk sign isn’t in the obvious place.
The guy in the first car behind the light noticed this. He put his car in park, got out and walked over to her. They spoke briefly before he took her arm and started to walk her across the street. While he was walking her, the light changed, meaning that technically we were supposed to go. Not a single car moved. Not the car in the other lane, not the cars behind me or beside me. No one honked or pulled a face or rolled down their windows or flipped anyone off. We all just sat there and appreciated this man who had taken time out of his busy day to help this woman.
The light turned again, meaning we all officially skipped a cycle of the light and were sitting at a red again. No one seemed to mind though. The woman thanked the man, he got back in his car and when the light turned, we all went on our merry way.


And it occurred to me then that humanity deserves more credit than it gets. Yeah, shit happens. Gay people get beat up and aren’t allowed to marry in thirty eight states. Children get sent home from school in tears because of bullies and teachers who are bullies. People get fired for innocuous reasons, leaving families without paychecks. Little kids have cancer, illness and injury despite our best efforts to protect them. The world is full of shit, shitty people and shitty days.
But so much good goes unnoticed. No one would know about that old woman and the man who helped her or the cars that waited patiently behind him instead of honking. So much good in the world gets overrun by the shit we have to deal with, shit we deem more important than everything else we do.
We lose faith in humanity so easily. Every time a bomb goes off, a shooter takes a life or twenty, every time a country goes to war or falls to famine, every time the NRA opens its fucking mouth. But these are the times that humanity needs our faith the most. These are the days when the world needs our love and support, not our skepticism, not our fear, not our anger. I’m not saying we shouldn’t be angry or upset, but never lose faith. Never stop believing that the good is still out there.
Never let anyone take away your hope.
Today I have a bunch of friends graduating. I am so proud of them for getting through school, through all the shit life threw at them. And I am so happy that they still have the dreams, hopes and belief to keep working, to keep going. To be teachers, engineers, ethical business men and women, doctors, nurses and artists.
Someone once told me that the world is wounded. We can’t think of ourselves as Band-Aids. We are clotting the wound, not covering it up. It is our strength together, our faith in this world that will heal it. We are already helping more than you can know.

Challenge to my Readers:

Never lose faith in humanity. Never give up. Tell the NRA to shove it up theirs. Look for the good, look for the love, look for the opportunity to hope and provide hope. Treat every person, every moment, as though they are important.   

Friday, June 7, 2013

Day Two Hundred: Recap


I’ve done two hundred blogs.
Yeesh.
For anyone who is wonder, my blog in a word document is a hundred and fourteen pages long. Over sixty one thousand words.
So far it has been so good. My blog is all about celebrating myself and my accomplishments and moving forward from where I was before. It’s been almost a year since I graduated, I’ve gotten almost a handle on my Crohn’s disease, my life in my new apartment is better than ever.
I always hate talking about how well everything might be going because that’s always about the time that things start to fall apart. So right now I am just taking comfort in the fact that I am happy and relatively healthy, loved and well taken care of by my roommate and my boyfriend.
My puppy is as adorable as ever. He’s better behaved than ever, and he’s got his training down pat. Plus, he’s healthy and happy and cuddly. Which is the best thing in the world when I’m feeling sad. He gives me all his love and lets me love him unconditionally back.
Two hundred blog posts later and I’m actually happier for it. In the meantime, I’m still writing my young adult novels, watching my crappy television and giving into my love of brownies and tortilla chips. For now I’m doing exactly what I want.


That friend that I bumped into at Starbucks the other night told me that I am exactly where I need to be.
I may fall behind in my blogs and I might be behind in my novels. But I’m always going to keep moving forward.
Toodles.
Challenge to my Readers:

Keep moving forward. Stay dedicated and work hard. It will all pay off in the end.

Day One Hundred and Ninety Nine: Family


I am going on a trip with my family.
I’m twenty four years old, gainfully employed and living with my boyfriend and yet I somehow get drafted into family vacation. Mind you, this is my Dad’s Yay-I-beat-cancer-and-I’ve-never-seen-the-Grand-Canyon trip, but still…


I will be stuck in a car, with my parents and my idiot brother for over a week.
If no one dies, I’ll let you know.

Challenge to my Readers:
Put up with your family even when they drive you nuts.

Or at least try. 

Day One Hundred and Ninety Eight: Jovial


My boyfriend makes me laugh.
It’s one of the best thing in my life right now. I’m so happy and so lucky that I have my boyfriend.
Lately I’ve been having trouble feeling like myself. I’ve been tired, sad and mildly depressed. He’s been there with me every step of the way to make me feel better. He keeps me happy, safe and healthy when I can’t do it for myself.


Someday I’m gonna marry him.

Challenge to my Readers:

Laugh

Day One Hundred and Ninety Seven: Back on track


I’m finally starting my writing again.
Okay, I never really stopped writing, but I’m trying to focus again.
So I am finally back on track.


Who knows, maybe that third book will be out soon.

Challenge to my Readers:

Everyone needs a break. But get back on track.

Day One Hundred and Ninety Six: Addicted to storytelling


I am addicted to storytelling.
No just my own, I’m not that egotistical, but recently I’ve been addicted to really good TV.
We all know my splurge with Supernatural, which has sadly come to an end because I’m sick of their Angle and Demon’s bullshit. In the meantime, I’ve been watching Batman Beyond and Game of Thrones. I’m completely obsessed with both shows.
What I love most about a good story is how well I can connect with the characters. So naturally when I watch an episode where all my favorite characters die, I get sad. I get very emotionally attached to characters; almost as though they are real people.
So, in light of the most recent tragedy on television, please excuse me if I mope for a week.



Challenge to my Readers:
It’s okay to grow attached to your favorite characters. Mourn them and love them

Day One Hundred and Ninety Five: All the cakes


I did six cakes today.
SIX!
I woke up early and went to the shop and did four. When I got there, there were two other cake orders that I needed to do as well.
I did those ones tonight.
See, I’m taking the next two days off (thank god!) so I needed to make sure that all the cakes for this weekend were already done. That way Carolyn wouldn’t have to come in and do them. So I did all the cakes. I even did one with an orca wearing lipstick. Don’t ask, it’s a long story.


Now I’m taking a well deserved break.

Challenge to my Readers:
Plan ahead and accomplish a great task instead of putting it off.

(Says the girl doing ten blogs because she’s been lazy for the last week.)

Day One Hundred and Ninety Four: Money saver


I’m pretty good with money.
So comic con can be kind of expensive. Okay, very expensive. Hell, we paid fifty bucks apiece just to get into the damn place. But I like to keep track of how much money I spend. So, we set limits, used cash as often as possible and stuck to simple things.
Taylor and my only gift for ourselves was our new companion cube lights for our room. (They’re awesome.) 


Shopping is fun, especially in a place full of booths that cater to exactly what you love. But it’s best to just stay on target and not spend money you need for other things.
Like rent.

Challenge to my Readers:

Watch how you spend money, even on things that you love. It seems pretty self-explanatory, but you would be surprised at how many people let it get away with them. 

Day One Hundred and Ninety Three: Geek


Oh my god! I got to meet one of my favorite authors at comic con.
His name is Frank Beddor and he wrote this wonderful series of books about Alice in Wonderland, but awesomer. Seriously, a very bad ass set of books. I read them all when I was younger and I was so excited to see him at the con. He overheard me telling my boyfriend about how amazing his books were and he gave me a hug!
A hug!
The next day, I brought my copy of the book with me and got him to sign it.


The third day, Taylor brought him a copy of my book and gave it to him, but he only took it after I signed it for him. I was so nervous, I thought he was going to laugh in my face or something. Which is stupid, because who does that.
Taylor is the greatest thing in my life and this is why: he pushes me to put myself out there. Now one of my favorite authors has my book and I am so nervous about him reading it.
But that’s part of the life, right?

Challenge to my Readers:

Meet your heroes, they will always fulfill your expectations.

Day One Hundred and Ninety Two: Inspired


My friends are my greatest inspiration.
This weekend was comic con. It was awesome. Perhaps the most awesome part? I got to be a superhero for a day. Not just any superhero, but a superhero of Madison’s invention: my alter-ego, Kachi von Awesome.


Booty shorts, combat boots, belly shirt and a chainsaw hand. What is cooler than that? Nothing. It was actually perfect because I got to dress up as something fun, no one asked me who I was and no one wanted my picture. Which is just the way I like it, because I am secretly (not so secretly ) very self-conscious.
Plus is was really fun for me to bring Madison’s creation to life. What else are friends for, right?

Challenge to my Readers:

Be inspired by your friends. Their stories are some of the greatest things you’ll ever hear. Keep them in mind, commit them to memory. 

Day One Hundred and Ninety One: Dedicated


I am dedicated.
Not just to my job, but to my workers.
I recently hired a couple new people. One of them is a high school boy. He’s very shy, kind of quiet, but very nice. He is also still in high school and compared to my usual staff, he is very young.
I made the mistake of training him on a Saturday night, which is kind of a trial by fire. He did great. He really has the hang of this, which is nice since the job isn’t that hard in the first place. We didn’t get out of the shop until well after ten. Outside in the parking lot I started to get into my car with my boyfriend, but my new hire admitted he was waiting for his mom to come get him.


If I had been any other boss, I probably would have said goodnight and driven away. I should know, considering that in my time at Ben and Jerry’s I had have four male managers, all of whom left me in that back parking lot well after dark to wait for someone. I don’t really mind, but at the same time, I feel responsible for my employees. It’s the same reason I bought a phone charger for the shop: these are my people, I have to keep them safe.
So I hung out until his mom got there and introduced myself. That way he didn’t have to be alone in a strange neighborhood; plus it made me look good in front of his mom. I’ll take mom points any day.

Challenge to my Readers:

So often we overlook small moments where we could have done something. This is especially true of men. Don’t let people walk alone in the dark if you can help it, don’t let them drive if they’re too tired, don’t make them take a route they’re unfamiliar with. Be there, be aware.