I'm not sure when or how, but my nephew Nathan learned how to call and text me. it may be one of the most adorable things I have ever seen. I have received calls at work, calls at night before bed, and random day calls.
As for texts, many are picture things that you can make on iPhone's, messages saying "I love you", a message that said don't be a weirdo, and a lot of emoticons. It is humorous how I get excited to see these messages and calls while others can be kinda bleh. What also amazes me is that a 6 year old knows how to pick up a phone to send a message and communicate. He is young and inexperienced, but when he knows what he wants to say, he picks up a phone and communicates it.
Many adults don't know how to do this. I have lost friends because they didn't know how to communicate. They didn't know how to send a text and say "hey, I thought of you today" or "I miss you", but instead, they let years go buy with nothing.
We can learn a lot from kids. If we teach our children right, maybe they will teach us something.
I love Christmas an more importantly, I love Christmas movies!
Last year, I had a more robust cable line up and this past year I seriously downgraded. I normally applaud this decision. I don't watch TV anymore EXCEPT Game of Thrones, but the one thing I seriously forgot was my Christmas movie need. Well, I suppose Netflix has a few good ones, but they aren't constantly new and full of weird life lessons!
My one Christmas wish is for Netflix to get into the Christmas movie game.
If you ever remove 12 Dates of Christmas or Christmas Kiss, I will cancel.
The other night, I was trying to knock out like 5 blog posts to schedule out. This is the one way I have found to stay on top of my blogging and my social media. Let me tell you what happened. The title of it was Sleep. I started to write about going to sleep and my sleep patterns.
You may not think this is that strange because I talk about pretty much anything, but I am taking this as a sign from God above that I am tired as hell. Everyone is telling me to slow down and I keep saying yes, yes, I can find time for that, I'm a boring person.
At what point do you decide that you should get an assistant or young representative that makes these decisions for you? Someone who can look at your calendar and says, bitch, that girl needs some sleep tonight.
I noticed that the profanity in the blog escalated to at least a 6. I think that is reason number infinity why I am tired.
Things are getting a little fuzzy. I was driving to work last week and I had a moment where I seriously went, did I say that out loud or in a public setting? Especially in the setting I think I said it in? Well, I sit here unaware of the setting, but I know what I said. I told someone that my one true wish growing up was to get magical powers on a significant birthday just like Marnie in Halloweentown.
In case you young kids don't remember this Disney Channel CLASSIC, I would say it would be like and equivalent of Wizards of Waverly Place. They are nothing alike, but Alex is your Marnie. She has cool powers. For the record, I never watched WOWP. I did watch the movie.
I don't think that it is crazy to wish for magic. I think that magic is more realistic than many things. It is more realistic than world peace, politicians telling the true or supporting their constituents, or eat just one pringle.
I really do wish I could zip from place to place. I wish that I could turn my cats into people so I could figure out what the hell they are asking for. I want to make my hair grow faster and not have to color it all of the time.
One of my favorite things about being in the Emerging Leaders Alliance is that we get to see some really awesome places. We were able to see Electric Works earlier this summer and this past week, we were able to see ReStore. I admit that I had no idea what ReStore was. When I realized it was a part of Habitat for Humanity I was intrigued.
The last time I had been a part of Habitat was when I was active in my sorority. I was a freshman in college, 19 probably, and we were doing a build in Kokomo. I don't remember much, but I do remember wearing a Strongbad hoodie. Is Strongbad still around?
We were given a tour by CEO Justin and his assistant Jamie. They told us all about the process of getting on the list, how many people are on the list, the eligibility, how the store works, and the functions of this store. One work can describe this: impressive. I was proud. Others were flabbergasted. Most of us just had warmth coming out of our hearts and wanted to throw credit cards to help.
I know I can't help financially, but you can help. Maybe. Volunteer, donate, advocate. This is a fantastic organization with upstanding morals. I am proud to put my back behind it.
I am not usually one to curse in front of children. I am a firm believer that kids will learn bad words from many people in their lives, and if I am lucky, mom and dad will screw them up long before I make that kind of mistake. I use alternate cursing phrases like "fudge bunnies", shitake mushrooms", "what the fork", and "dear sweet Oden" to express my feelings.
Today, I pretty much broke that rule. The good news was, the kids were strangers. The bad news, was it was in the Christmas section of Hobby Lobby. Going into Hobby Lobby anytime after August requires great patience. I believe that it is a patience that only a Jedi really possesses. Every time I turned to a different aisle, some couple or mother daughter pair was deep in debate or deep in shopping with a cart just taking up the entire place. After multiple aisles, my patience was about to the end. Without thinking, my mouth just let loose the phrase "holy fuck, Batman". I had one older lady glare at me and I realized my inner monologue was turned up too loud.
I kept walking around and luckily avoided any other instances, but have decided that store shopping is now off limits. The moral of my story is this: be good influence, know what makes you curse and don't do it.
I recently read a cute book about leadership. I loved the simple minute long chapters that I could easily take away and use for my long and crazy days. One of the most interesting chapters had to be "Life Lessons from Peter Pan". I thought it sounded crazy too. The premise was pretty simple. You should think happy thoughts, keep your word, have fun, and love your mother.
This seemed oh so lovey-dovey and ewwy-gooey. Something hit me as I was reading the explanations of this. I remember no time that Peter Pan kept his word or loved his mother, or more specifically encouraged others to love their mothers. I thought moment about this and it came to me why. I don't know if I have ever seen the cartoon Peter Pan. What have I seen? Hook and Peter Pan on Once Upon a Time. Hook featured a Peter that was struggling. It was a little unorthodox. Peter on Once Upon a Time can be described in only one way. He was a freaking toolbox. He was sneaky, a trickster, selfish, and super annoying. For the record, I adore Robbie Kay as an actor. I just hated Peter Pan. Now when I think of Peter Pan, I think villain. Even on the Syfy version of Peter Pan a few years ago, Peter was a little pit of a villain. It was his fault that they got sent to Neverland, his fault they lost a friend, his fault the pirates found the fairy dust, and so much more.
I honestly can't decide how I feel about Peter. I want to like him. He rocks green. He hangs out with pretty cool fairy. I also like those life lessons. I just need some more proof that he isn't a kidnapper.
Rarely do I do plugs for myself that are so blatantly obvious, but today is Small Business Saturday, and I am a Small Business. Buy stuff from me.
When I was growing up, I had a best friend named Annie. Annie is not relevant to the story and she is not the trauma. That is my disclaimer. Annie and I were goofballs. We were rarely serious when we were young. We looked goofy and we acted even more goofy.
I remember one day that a dentist must have come into my room and released laughing gas, because Annie and I laughed and made a decade long inside joke over something completely not funny. I am not sure why we were playing with my hair dryer. I feel like it was probably a microphone or a gun. Knowing us, it was probably a microphone and we were probably debating who could sing NSync or Backstreet songs better. For the record, Backstreet Boys were always better unless 98 Degrees were around. NSync was all Timberlake. I still love me some Justin Timberlake.
Anyways, we were playing with a hairdryer and suddenly ants come charging out. The hair dryer falls to the floor. First reaction, EWWW! Second reaction, THE ANTS HAVE ATTACKED ME AND I FEEL SO VIOLATED! Third reaction, what the hell does that even mean?!
Fast forward about twenty years, I'm fatter, my hair is darker, and Annie and I haven't spoken in over 10 years. So I was driving to work and per the usual, my nose is almost always a little stuffy in the morning. I always used to keep my tissue in the center console, but I found these cup holder sized ones I could keep in the door. They weren't lotion, but hey, chances are I would use a used one that was in my purse.
I was innocently just driving to work, listening to Glee like I do many other mornings. I grabbed one of these terrible sandpaper tissues and blew my nose. Because it is winter, I expected it to be bloody when I pulled it way from my nose. No. It was a spider though. I freaking spider was in my tissue.
My panic was intense. While driving, I do a little freak out dance and send him flying across the car. He lands dangerously close to my purse and I grab that and send it to the back seat. After about 10 seconds of panic and distracted driving, I decide to pull into a parking lot. I found the spider and killed him. It wasn't until I was driving again did I think, why didn't I squish him in the perfect death trap, the tissue? Was he always in the tissue? Was he really in my nose and I blew him out?
Even as I write this long blog about absolute nonsense, I sit hear sniffling and wondering where that asshole came from. As soon as I got to the stoplight, I snap chatted my intern to tell her what happened. I called my mom and left her a voicemail. My mom in turn played the voicemail for her best friend. My intern has now dubbed me #motherofspiders because I am always the one that finds them at work. I love Khalessi, but she has something cool to be a badass about. Dragons rock. Spiders kinda suck. If I saw a dragon, I would dance for joy. Spiders are a violation, a horror, and a true trauma.
Lessons learned from this blog:
1. Don't buy crappy tissues
2. Inspect your tissues
3. Don't sing into hair dryers
4. Don't Google spiders or trauma.
5. Strive to be Khalessi