Quote by Mahatma Gandhi.
Over the weekend I went to a hockey game with D, his brothers, and his brother’s wife, Trish. The last time I saw her we were at her house for her son’s birthday party. She is the type of person who definitely will not go out of her way to talk to you, so if you want to have a conversation with her you have to initiate it and try extremely hard to keep it going. So when we were at their house for the party, I tried to start a conversation with her about three times (which all fizzled out) and decided to stop trying at all. I don’t like wasting my time on people who feel like they should get extra special treatment for whatever reason. This time, I decided to see if she would initiate any kind of conversation.
Trish didn’t say one word to me the entire time and she never even looked at me. It was like I didn’t exist.
It was the most uncomfortable seven hours I have ever spent with a group of people. After the game, we went to D’s friend Ian’s house. Over the course of the evening, she talked to D, Jason (her husband), Shaun (her other brother-in-law), Ray (a friend of Jason’s we met at the game), Ian, and Ian’s son. In other words, everyone we came into contact with except me. It made me feel awesome.
I’m sort of surprised I’m still pretty bothered by the whole thing. D doesn’t think it’s a big deal because “that’s just how she is,” but I’m not used to people being that rude to me. I’m sure I could be “the bigger person” in this case but how hard am I supposed to try? I honestly don’t want to put myself in a social situation with her unless I absolutely have to, but that will sometimes mean choosing to be away from D when I could just as easily choose to be with him. Besides enlisting my friends to come with me to everything, I can’t really think of how to make this better. Maybe one day I’ll grow a pair and tell her what I think of her. Because that will go over great…
This is funny: Jason was drunk almost the entire time and at one point he lifted up his shirt for no reason, and then reached over as though he was going to lift up mine with a look on his face that can best be described as “impish.” After that, he made a comment about the time I took a picture of him holding a big fish he caught, but the way he said it made it sound like a synonym for his penis. Finally, when we got out of the car at Shaun’s house at the end of the night, he put his arm around me and said he wished he was going home with D and I. So looking back, maybe Trish doesn’t like me a whole lot because her husband does.
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win
Monday, October 20, 2008
Quote by Matt Groening.
First I would like to thank Lauryn for my beautiful new blog layout. Yay for creative friends!
I had an interesting experience over the weekend. My mom wanted me to go with her to her cousin's son's confirmation service and the reception afterward. She said my brother and my dad were both unable to go and she didn't want to go alone. I understood, and though I didn't really want to, I decided that I would go. It took me an hour to get to the church, where I spent an hour and a half smashed into a pew next to a woman who wouldn't stop putting her arm around me every time she talked to my mom, and a little girl sitting on Touchy's lap who kept slamming the kneeler up and down and kicking me. I was practically climbing onto my mom's lap to get away from Touchy and Kicky.
Then came the reception. The food was pretty good, but guess what? We were at Touchy's table! Everyone I talked to asked me what I was going to school for (because they'll definitely remember what I said when they see me again five years from now) and I was pretty much just answering questions without elaborating at all. My mom's aunt introduced her step-grandchildren and after they had gone out of earshot said she did that because they call her their step-grandma, even though her son and his wife have been together for 12 years. She made it clear that she was bothered by it and very concerned about the whole state of affairs but then played the martyr card because she "just doesn't want to cross any boundaries."
My mom's cousin Jan sat down with us and literally the second thing out of her mouth was, "So Lindsey, how's your love life?" I said, "Wow..." and looked at my mom because a) I never talk to this woman and b) I think that's a personal question and none of her business. If I had any kind of relationship with her it would be one thing, but I definitely don't. And I probably would have started crying if that comment was made at the end of February, when I had just broken up with my ex-boyfriend. So way to be sensitive and care that that might not be something I want to talk about. In any event, I think there's a more tactful way to ask that question because her tone of voice indicated to me that she just wanted to get the dirt. After a very long pause, my mom decided to answer for me which actually worked out great! I didn't have to say anything and they got a ridiculously small amount of information. At the same time, I wanted to turn the question around on her. "Jan, I know you've been divorced for years and you haven't had a successful relationship since then, but how's your love life? Having any good sex? No?"
However, something hilarious happened at Jan's daughter's graduation party over the summer. My brother and I didn't go. My mom's aunt (Jan's mom aka step-grandma from before) and my dad had a conversation that went like this:
Aunt: How's everything going with Austin and Lindsey?
Dad: They're doing good.
Aunt: Does Austin have a girlfriend?
Dad: Yes he does, her name is Shannon.
Aunt: How about Lindsey?
--- Now, my dad hates those empty conversations as much as me, but usually handles them better. Also, he's very conservative so that's why this next statement is so funny. ---
Dad: Yep, she has a girlfriend too.
Apparently, my mom's aunt about swallowed her tounge and just mumbled something and walked away. Hilarious. So take that, nosy people!
Anyway, when I related this whole story to D, all he said was, "But babe, what are people supposed to talk to you about?" I didn't really have a good answer for that one, but what I'm choosing to take from this whole experience is this: I will always strive to have meaningful conversations with people and really try to find out about who they are. I will not have empty, meaningless conversations that I will forget about immediately after I walk away from them.
First I would like to thank Lauryn for my beautiful new blog layout. Yay for creative friends!
I had an interesting experience over the weekend. My mom wanted me to go with her to her cousin's son's confirmation service and the reception afterward. She said my brother and my dad were both unable to go and she didn't want to go alone. I understood, and though I didn't really want to, I decided that I would go. It took me an hour to get to the church, where I spent an hour and a half smashed into a pew next to a woman who wouldn't stop putting her arm around me every time she talked to my mom, and a little girl sitting on Touchy's lap who kept slamming the kneeler up and down and kicking me. I was practically climbing onto my mom's lap to get away from Touchy and Kicky.
Then came the reception. The food was pretty good, but guess what? We were at Touchy's table! Everyone I talked to asked me what I was going to school for (because they'll definitely remember what I said when they see me again five years from now) and I was pretty much just answering questions without elaborating at all. My mom's aunt introduced her step-grandchildren and after they had gone out of earshot said she did that because they call her their step-grandma, even though her son and his wife have been together for 12 years. She made it clear that she was bothered by it and very concerned about the whole state of affairs but then played the martyr card because she "just doesn't want to cross any boundaries."
My mom's cousin Jan sat down with us and literally the second thing out of her mouth was, "So Lindsey, how's your love life?" I said, "Wow..." and looked at my mom because a) I never talk to this woman and b) I think that's a personal question and none of her business. If I had any kind of relationship with her it would be one thing, but I definitely don't. And I probably would have started crying if that comment was made at the end of February, when I had just broken up with my ex-boyfriend. So way to be sensitive and care that that might not be something I want to talk about. In any event, I think there's a more tactful way to ask that question because her tone of voice indicated to me that she just wanted to get the dirt. After a very long pause, my mom decided to answer for me which actually worked out great! I didn't have to say anything and they got a ridiculously small amount of information. At the same time, I wanted to turn the question around on her. "Jan, I know you've been divorced for years and you haven't had a successful relationship since then, but how's your love life? Having any good sex? No?"
However, something hilarious happened at Jan's daughter's graduation party over the summer. My brother and I didn't go. My mom's aunt (Jan's mom aka step-grandma from before) and my dad had a conversation that went like this:
Aunt: How's everything going with Austin and Lindsey?
Dad: They're doing good.
Aunt: Does Austin have a girlfriend?
Dad: Yes he does, her name is Shannon.
Aunt: How about Lindsey?
--- Now, my dad hates those empty conversations as much as me, but usually handles them better. Also, he's very conservative so that's why this next statement is so funny. ---
Dad: Yep, she has a girlfriend too.
Apparently, my mom's aunt about swallowed her tounge and just mumbled something and walked away. Hilarious. So take that, nosy people!
Anyway, when I related this whole story to D, all he said was, "But babe, what are people supposed to talk to you about?" I didn't really have a good answer for that one, but what I'm choosing to take from this whole experience is this: I will always strive to have meaningful conversations with people and really try to find out about who they are. I will not have empty, meaningless conversations that I will forget about immediately after I walk away from them.
Quote by Confucius.
I just spent the last couple hours overhauling my resume in preparation for my future job. I graduate at the end of April (less than seven months)! Part of me is looking forward to getting a "real job," but part of me is dreading it. I know it's because I don't know what it will be like, but I really want to find work I love. I know that might not happen with my first job, and that's making me a little apprehensive and not excited about starting this whole process. At the same time, I'm lucky to have a lot of help from friends and family. I've also been lucky to have opportunities in school that most people don't.
So once again, and I know I've said this before, I am caught in a weird limbo between school and career and it's driving me crazy! I have senioritis but the idea of getting a job makes me want to stay in school for six more years. I can't wait to be done with classes but I know how to manage classes and a part time job... I really want to find something I love that will be a great transition from what my life is like now. Where is that job? Can I have it?
I just spent the last couple hours overhauling my resume in preparation for my future job. I graduate at the end of April (less than seven months)! Part of me is looking forward to getting a "real job," but part of me is dreading it. I know it's because I don't know what it will be like, but I really want to find work I love. I know that might not happen with my first job, and that's making me a little apprehensive and not excited about starting this whole process. At the same time, I'm lucky to have a lot of help from friends and family. I've also been lucky to have opportunities in school that most people don't.
So once again, and I know I've said this before, I am caught in a weird limbo between school and career and it's driving me crazy! I have senioritis but the idea of getting a job makes me want to stay in school for six more years. I can't wait to be done with classes but I know how to manage classes and a part time job... I really want to find something I love that will be a great transition from what my life is like now. Where is that job? Can I have it?
Quote by Bo Jackson.
I played some backyard football with D and his family on Sunday. It was just two-hand touch, but 1) I have never played football of any kind before and 2) I take competitive things way too seriously. Not that I get mad if I lose, but if I don't do my absolute best I get cranky. See the picture of Roy Williams up there? That's how I felt when I caught my first pass. I was so excited but today (two days later) I can't really put much weight on my right foot and it hurts to sneeze/twist/stand up/lay down/move.
I'm obviously out of shape. I went out to dinner with D and my parents yesterday and they were all mercilessly making fun of me. D said I should play some more so I wouldn't be sore and that if I really was good at football I would have caught the ball and kept running like he does when he catches the ball. My dad asked me what I was thinking when I decided to actually do physical activity. My mom asked, "Who are you and what have you done with Lindsey?" So I clearly have a reputation for being traditionally opposed to exercise... Hmm... Maybe I should think about changing that or at least get my body to the point where running (and falling) around the yard for a half hour doesn't make me feel like I got hit by a truck. Time to break out the workout tapes!
I played some backyard football with D and his family on Sunday. It was just two-hand touch, but 1) I have never played football of any kind before and 2) I take competitive things way too seriously. Not that I get mad if I lose, but if I don't do my absolute best I get cranky. See the picture of Roy Williams up there? That's how I felt when I caught my first pass. I was so excited but today (two days later) I can't really put much weight on my right foot and it hurts to sneeze/twist/stand up/lay down/move.
I'm obviously out of shape. I went out to dinner with D and my parents yesterday and they were all mercilessly making fun of me. D said I should play some more so I wouldn't be sore and that if I really was good at football I would have caught the ball and kept running like he does when he catches the ball. My dad asked me what I was thinking when I decided to actually do physical activity. My mom asked, "Who are you and what have you done with Lindsey?" So I clearly have a reputation for being traditionally opposed to exercise... Hmm... Maybe I should think about changing that or at least get my body to the point where running (and falling) around the yard for a half hour doesn't make me feel like I got hit by a truck. Time to break out the workout tapes!
Quote by Johnny Depp.
I was tagged by Miss Lauryn to tell seven things about me that are weird. Here I go.
1) I'm part Manx. Like the cat, hahaha. Actually, my maternal grandpa's dad was originally from the Isle of Man, a tiny island between England and Ireland in the Irish Sea. It's basically part of the UK but not officially so lo and behold I have weird ancestry!
2) I cannot stand the sound of whipped cream out of a can. It seriously makes me gag. I can barely tolerate eating Cool Whip because it's a little denser but the fluffy food-but-not-food texture of ReddiWip is nauseating. In my opinion, this all goes back to when I was a child and my dad used to chase me with his shaving cream. I really don't know why I hated it so much, but even that foamy soap sort of grosses me out too... Anyway, I really don't like the way any of those kind of things feel in my hands so I definitely will never put any of it in my mouth.
3) I read The Chronicles of Narnia a ton when I was a kid. My dad's sister gave me a set of the books and my mom read them to me when I was probably about four. Then we read them together. Then I read them by myself. More than once. To this day, I love the feeling I get whenever I hear any part of one of the books or see one of the movies. C. S. Lewis is one of the most talented and imaginative authors I've ever read. I'm so glad his books were part of my childhood.
4) I adore bed-related things to the point that for quite a few years in a row, my mom would give me some sort of bedding item for Christmas and my birthday. I've had fish bedding, purple bedding, blue flannel horse bedding, satin bedding, green impressionist-style bedding, blue bedding, brown basket-weave bedding, very colorful bedding, green flannel bedding, and bedding that feels like a t-shirt. Don't get me started on my pillows. I want more of all of it. As a matter of fact, I recently spent way too much on a new mattress because it feels like I'm sleeping on a cloud. *Sigh*
5) I do not like Cheez-It crackers, Goldfish crackers, Doritos, or any other fake-cheese flavored snack. My boyfriend's brother Jason thinks I'm the weirdest person on the planet for not thinking they're delicious. I also don't like the way they smell.
6) When I was little my mom and another mom down the street (Pam) would always have us kids play together. It was me, my brother, and Pam's two girls who are close to our age. We were obsessed with watching Peter Pan. What's so weird about watching a Disney movie you ask? Well, we didn't watch the cartoon Disney movie. We watched the musical version complete with Mary Martin. We loved it. So Pam made us costumes! I was Wendy, Jessica (who is my age) was Peter Pan, Allison (a year younger than me) was Tiger Lily and I don't remember who my brother was. He may not have had a costume because he was pretty young. At any rate, we would watch the musical, then spend hours reenacting every scene. What memories!
7) My feet and my dad's feet are exactly the same shape. According to my mom, so are our eyeballs. No, not the shape of our eyes where the lids are, but our literal eyeballs. My dad and I have lots of stuff in common which is not really weird but having body parts that are seriously exactly the same shape kind of is... This one's not as good as the others but seven weird things are hard to come up with!
To any lurkers who may be reading this post but not commenting: Try coming up with seven weird things to post on your blog then comment on mine so I can see what you wrote!
I was tagged by Miss Lauryn to tell seven things about me that are weird. Here I go.
1) I'm part Manx. Like the cat, hahaha. Actually, my maternal grandpa's dad was originally from the Isle of Man, a tiny island between England and Ireland in the Irish Sea. It's basically part of the UK but not officially so lo and behold I have weird ancestry!
2) I cannot stand the sound of whipped cream out of a can. It seriously makes me gag. I can barely tolerate eating Cool Whip because it's a little denser but the fluffy food-but-not-food texture of ReddiWip is nauseating. In my opinion, this all goes back to when I was a child and my dad used to chase me with his shaving cream. I really don't know why I hated it so much, but even that foamy soap sort of grosses me out too... Anyway, I really don't like the way any of those kind of things feel in my hands so I definitely will never put any of it in my mouth.
3) I read The Chronicles of Narnia a ton when I was a kid. My dad's sister gave me a set of the books and my mom read them to me when I was probably about four. Then we read them together. Then I read them by myself. More than once. To this day, I love the feeling I get whenever I hear any part of one of the books or see one of the movies. C. S. Lewis is one of the most talented and imaginative authors I've ever read. I'm so glad his books were part of my childhood.
4) I adore bed-related things to the point that for quite a few years in a row, my mom would give me some sort of bedding item for Christmas and my birthday. I've had fish bedding, purple bedding, blue flannel horse bedding, satin bedding, green impressionist-style bedding, blue bedding, brown basket-weave bedding, very colorful bedding, green flannel bedding, and bedding that feels like a t-shirt. Don't get me started on my pillows. I want more of all of it. As a matter of fact, I recently spent way too much on a new mattress because it feels like I'm sleeping on a cloud. *Sigh*
5) I do not like Cheez-It crackers, Goldfish crackers, Doritos, or any other fake-cheese flavored snack. My boyfriend's brother Jason thinks I'm the weirdest person on the planet for not thinking they're delicious. I also don't like the way they smell.
6) When I was little my mom and another mom down the street (Pam) would always have us kids play together. It was me, my brother, and Pam's two girls who are close to our age. We were obsessed with watching Peter Pan. What's so weird about watching a Disney movie you ask? Well, we didn't watch the cartoon Disney movie. We watched the musical version complete with Mary Martin. We loved it. So Pam made us costumes! I was Wendy, Jessica (who is my age) was Peter Pan, Allison (a year younger than me) was Tiger Lily and I don't remember who my brother was. He may not have had a costume because he was pretty young. At any rate, we would watch the musical, then spend hours reenacting every scene. What memories!
7) My feet and my dad's feet are exactly the same shape. According to my mom, so are our eyeballs. No, not the shape of our eyes where the lids are, but our literal eyeballs. My dad and I have lots of stuff in common which is not really weird but having body parts that are seriously exactly the same shape kind of is... This one's not as good as the others but seven weird things are hard to come up with!
To any lurkers who may be reading this post but not commenting: Try coming up with seven weird things to post on your blog then comment on mine so I can see what you wrote!
Quote by William Morris.
I've reached that point in "healing" from a past relationship where certain items have lost their sentimental value. I have a little book where I glued all our ticket stubs, programs... Basically anything made out of paper that represented some memory. I was with my ex-boyfriend for three years, so there were quite a few things that made it into the book. I haven't done so yet, but I feel like I could throw it away and not regret it. It's definitely not making it to the next place I move. When we broke up, we didn't have to exchange a lot of each others' things; most were either gifts or not worth asking for. I'd gotten rid of the majority of things I still had when I moved a few months ago.
Then there's the ring. It wasn't an engagement ring or anything, but it's worth a couple hundred dollars. Part of me feels that I should keep it, however, I don't wear it (probably never will) and I'm a broke college student! Something worth that much that's just sitting in my jewelry box is pretty tempting. My practical dilemma is that I don't know where I should take it to get the most money back. My emotional dilemma is that I feel sort of like I'm betraying my ex-boyfriend if I sell it. I know he wouldn't want it back, but there is a lot of history tied to that little piece of jewelry. I still occasionally experience a sort of wistful sadness when I think about what we had and lost. I know my current boyfriend and our relationship are infinitely better for me than what I had before; it's just hard to make decisions about things that were once so emotionally important. Any advice?
I've reached that point in "healing" from a past relationship where certain items have lost their sentimental value. I have a little book where I glued all our ticket stubs, programs... Basically anything made out of paper that represented some memory. I was with my ex-boyfriend for three years, so there were quite a few things that made it into the book. I haven't done so yet, but I feel like I could throw it away and not regret it. It's definitely not making it to the next place I move. When we broke up, we didn't have to exchange a lot of each others' things; most were either gifts or not worth asking for. I'd gotten rid of the majority of things I still had when I moved a few months ago.
Then there's the ring. It wasn't an engagement ring or anything, but it's worth a couple hundred dollars. Part of me feels that I should keep it, however, I don't wear it (probably never will) and I'm a broke college student! Something worth that much that's just sitting in my jewelry box is pretty tempting. My practical dilemma is that I don't know where I should take it to get the most money back. My emotional dilemma is that I feel sort of like I'm betraying my ex-boyfriend if I sell it. I know he wouldn't want it back, but there is a lot of history tied to that little piece of jewelry. I still occasionally experience a sort of wistful sadness when I think about what we had and lost. I know my current boyfriend and our relationship are infinitely better for me than what I had before; it's just hard to make decisions about things that were once so emotionally important. Any advice?
Quote by Lily Tomlin.
I had a doctor's appointment at 9:00 this morning and I left my apartment at 8:40, with just enough time to get to the office. It rained yesterday during the day and probably through the night as well. First of all, this is my car:
Not powerful by any sense of the word but it gets me from point A to point B, it's great on gas, and it's treated me well so far.
The following photos are a little hard to see because it was getting dark when I got home tonight, but hopefully you'll get the idea. This is one of two entrances onto my street. Both entrances have the same situation going on:
Anyway, since it's kind of hard to tell, the main road is completely gone. It's just dirt. I seriously never thought I'd think dirt roads in the country were nice until I drove on this. The road is treacherous. I'm not kidding. It's like being on an insane obstacle course. The letter I received from the city informing me of the road maintenance said it's not going to be done till the end of the month. Lots of people have driven on it so there are huge craters all over the place. This morning, because of the rain, these craters were filled with mud. Remember my car? I spun my tires at 10 miles per hour all the way out of my apartment complex. The whole time I was navigating my way out I was trying to figure out what I'd do if I got stuck. I came up with the following mental list. 1) Call the doctor's office to let them know what happened. 2) Call my boyfriend to see if he had any advice. 3) If he didn't, call my dad.
Fortunately, I didn't get stuck, I made it to the appointment on time, and the road was pretty dried out by the time I came home. Unfortunately, I hit one of the previously mentioned craters pretty hard when pulling onto my street so hopefully I didn't smoosh the bottom of my car too much. As I said, it hasn't given me any problems yet and I don't want it to start!
So to the City of Rochester Hills: Please finish the road ahead of schedule!
I had a doctor's appointment at 9:00 this morning and I left my apartment at 8:40, with just enough time to get to the office. It rained yesterday during the day and probably through the night as well. First of all, this is my car:
Not powerful by any sense of the word but it gets me from point A to point B, it's great on gas, and it's treated me well so far.The following photos are a little hard to see because it was getting dark when I got home tonight, but hopefully you'll get the idea. This is one of two entrances onto my street. Both entrances have the same situation going on:
Anyway, since it's kind of hard to tell, the main road is completely gone. It's just dirt. I seriously never thought I'd think dirt roads in the country were nice until I drove on this. The road is treacherous. I'm not kidding. It's like being on an insane obstacle course. The letter I received from the city informing me of the road maintenance said it's not going to be done till the end of the month. Lots of people have driven on it so there are huge craters all over the place. This morning, because of the rain, these craters were filled with mud. Remember my car? I spun my tires at 10 miles per hour all the way out of my apartment complex. The whole time I was navigating my way out I was trying to figure out what I'd do if I got stuck. I came up with the following mental list. 1) Call the doctor's office to let them know what happened. 2) Call my boyfriend to see if he had any advice. 3) If he didn't, call my dad.Fortunately, I didn't get stuck, I made it to the appointment on time, and the road was pretty dried out by the time I came home. Unfortunately, I hit one of the previously mentioned craters pretty hard when pulling onto my street so hopefully I didn't smoosh the bottom of my car too much. As I said, it hasn't given me any problems yet and I don't want it to start!
So to the City of Rochester Hills: Please finish the road ahead of schedule!
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