I Have an Awesome Life

I write for the enjoyment of myself.  I like reading my thoughts.  I like seeing what other people think of my thoughts.  And, if nothing else, I just like to hear myself talk, and this is a somewhat more sane way to do so.  But always in the back of my mind, I hope that someone will have a mind like me, or actually understand what I’m talking about (a girl can dream) and read what I write and enjoy doing so.  When people like my posts, follow my blog, I do a little victory dance.  I call it “Poppin’ my Colla”.  Kennedy says I’m not allowed to do it in public or she’ll disown me.  Naturally, I do it all the time.  I digress, when people comment, I become even more ecstatic because that means they liked it (or perhaps really disagreed, either way is fine with me) and even wanted me to know how they felt.  So, thanks to all those people who have ever actually read my posts, liked them, and/or commented.  My heart skips a little beat every time.  Though that might also have to do with the fact that dancing is hard work.  Annnyways…  What has brought me to this subject is that I got a most surprising comment on one of my posts today.  It was from my cousin Ashley, whom I wrote about in one of my posts called “Give Me Some Credit”.  (I’m not sure whom is correct there.  Who?)  She had read my long post about remembering Tucumcari, New Mexico; she also remembered some details I didn’t, and helped me fill in the blanks that have annoyed me for so long.  If I felt emotions, I would’ve cried.  Just kidding.  But it was like I was telling Bruce, it’s always nice to know that my posts actually hit home for some people.  Even if they are family.  It makes me feel achieved as a writer, however not good at it I may be.

That one little comment didn’t make me decide I have a great life though.  While it certainly made me happy, as all you wonderful people do, my day continued on a steady uphill climb.  Not long after I saw all the notifications I got from my last post and Ashley’s comment, my family and I went to the local library.  I love libraries.  Libraries make me happy just walking into them.  Minus the libraries that don’t even look like libraries and aren’t nice and comforting at all.  But, I digress.  Our library is pretty okay.  For a small town, it’s not bad at all.  Anyways, we went and I was able to get some books (a lot of books) to read.  Upon entering this wonderful establishment of knowledge and fantasy and perfectness, I saw a big orange sign that said, “NOW HIRING.”  Yessssssssss, life is truly a marvelous thing.  Unfortunately I was wearing sweats, so my mom had to discreetly get the application for me and hand it to me in the car, but still.  That would be a dream job for me.  I know you don’t get to sit around and read all day, but I’ve been a librarian’s assistant.  Even just cleaning the bookshelves and helping get the books ready to check out made me happy.  I love books.  I love the way they smell.  I love how they are all unique, down to the way the pages feel between your fingers.  So, I’m hoping and praying I get this job.  I have a good job now, but still.  Books.  😀

I also came up with a really great writing advantage that I have in order to complete one of my novels.  If that makes sense to anyone.  I don’t want to say too much, but I’m pretty pumped about this.  It’s basically going to take a really long time to write, but it will be more genuine.  I guess.

Oh, and guess who I saw in Wal-Mart today?  Kolton Porter.  Is it weird I still blush around him even though I’m totally in to someone else?  Probably because I was so embarrassing around him when I was younger.  Meh….  It was a funny interaction all the same.

And lastly, happy birthday to one of my favorite people ever, who I hope to be as cool as someday!!!  My dear aunt Julie!!!  Many more to come!  She sent out a query letter for her novel just a couple of days ago!  Give her your prayers and good wishes!!  Though she’s so awesome, I have no doubt in my mind she’ll succeed.  Happy birthday!

Keep it classy folks!!!  And remember to always pause for the squirrels!! Chicky woot woot!!!



Missing People

So for the past week I have really been missing my super-secret best friend Bruce Wayne.  Which is kind of weird for me.  I mean, I miss people like everyone else in the world, but I normally don’t go crazy.  I’m not going crazy.  I already am crazy.  No….  This is coming out all wrong.  Redo.

So I’ve been missing my good friend Bruce for a while now.  I miss a lot of people all the time.  But this time it is particularly strong.  ???  I don’t know where this is going….  Continuing on and hoping I don’t sound too immature.

So you’ve all heard about Bruce.  Some more than others.  We get along very well, and truth be told, I’m very fond of him.  He always knows what to say.  Or if he doesn’t he has me fooled.  He cracks me up all the time, and some of the times I remember most fondly about the Borger-era involved him (when it wasn’t my cousin and I pulling pranks).  But I guess what bothers me most is that, to me, it is really weird.  I normally don’t get that attached to people.  With the rare exception of some family members, life takes me where I go, and if I happen to move away from a friend and we don’t keep it touch for one reason or another, then se lavi.  (Yes, Kenny, I know.  C’est la vie.)

Missing someone is just a weird feeling in general.  It’s like craving a food and being sad and teenagery all at once.  You want to be around that person, and you’re sad that you’re not.  And if you admit it, you’re hormonal or going crazy or way too attached or something.

I admit it!  I’m crazy.  I think we’ve all known that for a while.


Yes, well…. I think it would be easier to break into a Black Eyed Peas song and call this post a failure.  I obviously have gotten really bad about rambling recently because I feel like I’ve got a good idea and it isn’t.


Okay, that was uncalled for sir.  Listen, all I’m saying is I’m an emotionless automaton and I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing about this siteeashun I gots here.


Oh, you’re confused??  I’m confused!  How do you keep in contact with a guy who hates texting?  I try, but it’s hard!!  He’s a guy so it’s not like he just talks on the phone.  He hates texting (understandably, I’m not that fond of it), and on top of all that, I can’t just get on my invisible jet and go hang out.  The alternator went out.


So, I’ve come to a logical conclusion.  The lack of a solution.


Yes.  I will just learn to be satisfied with the status quo like the rest of America and not try at anything and when everything goes to shit, blame it on the a-a-a-alcohol.


Good, now I’m going to go…. do nothing.  Because I live in Canyon, Texas.  Yippee.


Hmph, what I’m saying is, I actually miss something (somebody) and it’s throwing off my juju.  I’ve always been the girl that kind of takes everything with a grain of salt, throws a sarcastic comment out, maybe shows some depth if the situation is somewhat serious, and then moves on with life.  But this… This is new to me.  Because I don’t just miss Batman my main man Bruce, I miss my sister too.  And my brother.  But, we can’t just all run away to Ireland.  There’s not enough room on the jet for all of us and commercial travelling is traceable.

So what we have learned from this post:

  1. I miss people.
  2. I ramble
  3. I overuse memes.
  4. My invisible jet is broken.
  5. Worms taste like fried bacon.

There you have it.
There you have it.


And for you’re enjoyment:


National Hotdog (Death) Day

So today is National Hotdog Day people. I’m not telling you because I like hotdogs. Quite the contrary. They’re down there right by broccoli in my book. (That’s pretty low.) I’m not even telling you to advertise that Sonic is having a special where you can get an American dog or a regular chili cheese coney for one dollar each. All day long. No, I’m telling you because I find it amazing that it is actually National Hotdog Day. And it’s being celebrated.

The horror, the horror!!!!!
The horror, the horror!!!!!


I mean, who made National Hotdog Day??? Why did they feel the need to celebrate fake meat wrapped in weird looking bread? According to Wikipedia (and we all know how accurate that can be) the National Hot Dog and Sausage Council of the USA (so many jokes to put, so little space) designated July 23rd as National Hotdog Day. For no particular reason. I call for National Pizza Day!!!! That’s something I could get used to celebrating.

Stay calm and eat pizza.
Stay calm and eat pizza.

Okay, May 27th is National Pizza Day.  I’m becoming more amazing every time I google.  What I’m getting around to is….. WE MAKE UP HOLIDAYS FOR EVERYTHING.  Presidents Day, Giraffe Day (no kidding), Hotdog Day, Valentines Day…….  I could keep going on.  We make up these awesome days for supposedly awesome things.  And attempt to celebrate them.  I’m not sure how I even feel about this.  I could make up some weird joke about how America obviously has a self esteem problem so we need to celebrate everything.  But at the same time, it’s kind of cool that we can celebrate things so miniscule.  Obviously I know I’m not stupid.  It’s just a big hoax by the companies of the world to find a way to make more money.  But still.  People actually buy into it.  I know my family is having hotdogs tonight.  So hoax or not, it’s a holiday.  Sort of.

But, I suppose live and let live, eh?  I think I’m going to call tomorrow National Carhop Day.  Everybody tip your carhops!!!!!  Especially the ones that work 5-10 and have minor road burns.  They deserve lots of tips.



Keep it classy and happy National Hotdog Day.

Thankful But….

I love my friends. Don’t get me wrong. They are some of the coolest people in the world. (Obviously, they hang out with me.) But sometimes it’s just too much. Compared to most of the people in my generation, I’m something of a hermit. I don’t like to have plans for every day. I’m perfectly okay with days like today. Stay at home, read my books, watch some TV, take care of my chores, work. I don’t mind the solitude. Hanging out with some friends a couple of nights a week is good. I can keep up with them easily that way, stay close. Without killing myself with fake smiles and interest.

What brings this post about, I’m not really sure myself. I miss my Phatts. I miss my Stooges. I miss my super secret best friend Bruce Wayne (hi). And I like to hang out with my friends every now and then. I enjoy when they text me and we catch up for a couple of days. But then there are those people who want to talk to you 24/7. And there’s not much to talk about. I’m not going to lie, back in my immature days really, really immature days I did the same thing every now and then:  always wanting to text someone and keep the conversation going that wasn’t really a conversation…  But those days are long gone.  I don’t mind texting people if it’s an interesting conversation.  I don’t mind talking to people on the phone as long as there’s not those awkward pauses where neither person is talking (with the exception of Kennedy).  But for reals.

There’s been this guy that wants to keep talking to me.  He’ll start by asking how I’m doing.  Then he’ll ask me how my day was.  Then he’ll ask how work was.  Then he’ll ask a question that will get some semblance of a conversation going.  For like two minutes.  Of course, I’m not just a jerk and answering the questions, I try to ask questions as well, but believe it or not, sometimes I don’t even know what to say.

negative 2


I can feel that I have now reached the point of rambling.  Moving forward.

Yesterday I had to train someone.  I used to be like THE trainer at Sonic.  Apparently I’m taking that role back.  I’ve barely been back a week and I’m training again.  I guess I do it right, but I loathe training.  Because when they screw up, it’s my screw up as well.  And they follow you around like a puppy.  And I would know.  I’ve got two at home.  Of course it’s not their fault.  And the girl that I was training yesterday was actually a sweet heart.  But she couldn’t multitask.  :/  Hahaha.  All the same, I’ve trained worse.

Yesterday I got onto my Goodreads account and found that I was 62 books behind my yearly goal.  I’ve read seven books this year.  Yikes.  So I pulled some books out of my magical pink trunk and got going.  I started on a book full of Celtic, Nordic, and Tuetonic legends and myths.  In my reading I have found a lot of phonetic synonyms to names of places and people in the Lord of the Rings trilogy.  Perhaps Tokien got his ideas from rarely known myths??  It’s an interesting theory.  I feel so smart making these connections as I read.  And apparently my ancestors of Ireland were allies with Attila the Hun.  It’s crazy what you can learn from old legends.  I find most of them to be very realistic and historically accurate (if I’m remembering correctly from history class)  there is a very small touch of the fantastical dwarves and elves and magical gifts.  Small enough to see why they were added, just to make up a gap in the story.  Small gaps that really don’t effect the outcome, just to explain why ordinary men were able to accomplish so much.  The stories even have sarcasm in them!!!  Amazing.  Who knew I came from a long line of sarcastic warriors?  I guess I had no hope.



And with that I’ll bring this negatively-toned post to an end for the sake of us all.  Keep it classy folks, to make up for my recent lapse.  😉


At least I'm not this negative.  Sheesh.  I can recommend you to a shrink.
At least I’m not this negative. Sheesh. I can recommend you to a shrink.



In all the hype about trying to knock my own teeth out and moving I forgot about the last and latest prank my cousin and I pulled on someone in Borger. I was so pumped and ready to tell you people, I can’t believe I actually forgot!! While it will probably sound really stupid to you, it is one of the most hilarious things a person could ever watch. I wish my camera had worked better so I could show you what happened. But it didn’t.

Anyways, so Shelby and I had “ding-dong ditched” this certain person like a million times. There have even been nights when we did it multiple times, and we never got caught. And for your own personal information, I was the one doing the ditching. Shelby was normally the getaway vehicle.

Well, one day while sitting in the stall at Sonic, I noticed that I could rip my shirt. I had cut some of it off to work in, thereby making it easier to rip my shirt. I was like, “Dude!!! I could rip my shirt and yell like Hulk and freak someone out.” She started laughing, and next thing you know, we’ve come up with this great idea for a prank.

The idea was this: go to this guy’s house, knock on the door as usual, and start running away. However, I would purposely get caught. Act like I got angry. Let out a Hulk roar. AND RIP MY SHIRT LIKE A MANIAC.

So, we did so. We went to this guy’s house. We circle a few times looking for a place to park and work out the fine details. Plus we had to wait for a few people to disappear. We get parked and Shelby and I get out of the car. We walk over to the house and she hides behind the air conditioner by the house. I go to the front and knock loudly and slowly on the door. (I normally do, this guy’s pretty dumbo. He still never catches me.) I start to walk away, very slowly mind you. I get nearly to the street when he finally opens the front door. He walks out onto his porch and looks at me. With the porch light on, I can’t really tell if it’s him or not. I just see an outline. Taking the chance that it actually is him, I let out a psycho yell and rip my shirt right down the middle. Then I start running for my life.

Something I perhaps should’ve mentioned to you, this guy is an MMA fighter. He’s big, and he could easily tackle me and take me down. Not that I wouldn’t go down without a fight, but the odds weren’t in my favor. He just happened to be stupider.

Not to worry, my avid readers. My cousin saved my life and ruined the prank at the same time. She saw him running after me and laughed so loud, he stopped, turned around, and promptly says, “What the hell is going on?”

All in all, it was a great night. We all laughed hard. And he learned not to call me annoying. Because I’m not annoying. Unless you call me annoying, then I will go out of my way to be annoying. I wouldn’t want to make a liar out of you after all.

With that, I say, keep it classy folks. 😉

This wasn't the picture I was going to use, but I couldn't help myself when I saw this.
This wasn’t the picture I was going to use, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw this.

The Funny, But Not Funny, Consequence

Recently I wrote a blog post on the collaborative site my brother, sister, and I share. I rambled a little bit and talked about missing my siblings and how you shouldn’t really take what you’ve got around you for granted. In a bit of a roundabout way.

Afterwards I got a few different likes on the post, which is always a cool thing. I mean, someone just took the time to read my post and actually cared enough to like it. That’s always great. So, I went to their respective sites to check them out. Nearly all of them were self-help blogs.

I’m not really sure why I found this funny. Because any normal person wouldn’t find it so entertaining. But I found it hilarious. Actually, I probably found it funny to cover up the fact that I was annoyed. These people totally missed the mark I feel. But that’s beside the point. These people are all, “If you try super hard and do things a million times in a row, you can become a better person…. blah blah blah.” At the risk of being insulting (as if I’m not always), people like that drive me nuts.

Your own state of mind matters somewhat. But really, I can try as hard as I possibly can to be a mermaid, but it’s just not going to happen. As much as I wish and wish and wish, if I stuck my head under water and kept it there, I would not learn to breathe under water. Actually, I would die.

Sometimes people rely on themselves too much. It’s ridiculous. I’m not trying to be Negative Nancy over here, like I said earlier, power of thought is helpful to a certain point. But seriously people. Get a grip on reality. Humans are barely more than animals. We can’t just try and think ourselves into anything. Everyone needs a little help.

In conclusion, stop being so dang self-centered, people! And keep it classy.


The New Life

So it’s been a while since I’ve blogged. I was so excited that I was going to have internet full time and that I would be able to blog regularly again, and I haven’t even taken advantage of it yet!!!! Nothing too interesting has been happening really, so I guess I will see where this goes.

I’m back to working at Sonic. I don’t remember if I told you already, yet another reason why I should blog more, but I used to work at Sonic my senior year. I worked there for eleven months when I finally quit. I moved away, which ya’ll all kept up with, and now I’m back almost a year later. It’s crazy how much is changed. There are a million more shake combinations (a million more head aches), new fudge sundaes (why go to Sonic for a sundae when Braum’s is next door), and a new shake machine (a new enemy). There is also an almost completely new crew (poor them) and a new board to take orders. All in all, it’s quite crazy being back. However, I have discovered that I can still make drinks much too fast for a normal person and that I still don’t like people touching my fountain. If it didn’t hurt to talk loudly, they would’ve been told off. But maybe it’s better this way. They’ll get lured into a sense of security then SNAP!!!!! I’ll ask them to go get the imaginary sky hook from the back so I can clean the filter above the fountain.

I applied for a second job today as well. It was at McDonald’s. I got the job, but after having a discussion with my dad about it, I have come to the conclusion that I will not accept the job. Which sucks for them but it’s better this way. I wouldn’t be able to see anyone that way, and quite frankly, I did the whole no sleep thing in high school. I don’t want to do it again. Sonic is paying me just fine, I’m just being impatient and wanting to save up faster. I think my dad was really relieved that I came to this conclusion too. So all’s okay in the world of work.

I worked out for like two days. Then I quickly realized it was making it hard for me to sit normally (exercise bikes) and breathe right (copious amounts of movement) and decided to start a little easier (take out the trash every other day). But for reals, I actually didn’t realize how out of shape I was. I mean, I used to ride the bike for literally hours at a time (or until my dad informed me I had to come inside) and now I’m struggling to make it through the recommended twenty minutes. Pathetic. I fully intend to correct that. The past couple of days I have just been preoccupied with other things. Like eating.

I’ve started reading the Fablehaven books. They’re a good stress reliever. I love children’s books. I have decided that I am basically just a really big kid.

I’ve started watching Big Brother again. I’m so glad I was able to catch up on the season (thank you cbs.com). It’s like the only show I ever actually try to keep up with. I like other shows too, but for some reason I’m caught up with this show. It’s basically a bunch of people thrown into a house with no contact with the outside world and fighting to even eat normal food. Every week someone is evicted by the other house guests. It’s really a hilarious show. Your true colors are fully shown when the cameras are on you 24/7. It’s definitely not a show for younger people of society. But you should totally check it out sometime. If nothing else you may be amazed people actually act that way. Without being scripted.

And with that, I have remembered that there is another episode calling my name. Keep it classy peeps. 😉

Drama mamas unite!
Drama mamas unite!