Ed Sheeran and Christina Grimmie on the Voice <<<Click those words right there to experience my "Star-Struck" moment.
I had been bee-bopping around the house as my mom was flipping through what seemed like a million different channels. He life seems to revolve around these television shows that she can't bare to miss. I've learned to not get attached...plus I can watch them back on demand and Netflix when I feel like binge watching some shows. ANYWAYS...as soon as I saw dear Ed Sheeran on the voice I stopped my little feet and just stared as I watched their performance. I love Ed Sheeran and I love that he loves Taylor Swift and I love that he performed on the voice. Ahhhh!
Josh Kaufman and Robin Thicke on The Voice <<<Not as good...but I play fair.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
I truly enjoy writing letters...
I do not suggest that you gain a pen pal via work- customers shouldn't know your personal email. It's just weird. I don't really like answering the phones at work so when I have a talkative customer stabbing my ear drum with the yappin' I just think: Be nice, Laugh even when it's not funny, Laugh even though they're awkward, and tell them everything about you!!! Erghhh...yeah, I have no filter. You make the mistake once and then never again, or just learn from me and don't do it in the first place!
This man is obviously older, probably in his 50s because when they used to be in their 40s my parents were in their 40s so everyone's age range has been bumped up 10 years, sucks for you. He was too excited about hearing someone's voice and believing that I was Alanis Morset and a hanger of the moon. Seriously over-stimulated by our conversation where he was just talking and I interjected my 2 cents every now and then he made out with my email. He let me keep my soul, so we're lucky.
Starting off our short lived pen-pal-ship he named me "Em" and I described a situation where my family was living in a conservative environment while they are quite liberal. You can't just say anything related to politics and get a chuckle- he spouts out with big meaningless words (I believe that you should say what you mean instead of using big words that use zero emotion and effect zero people) and puts down anyone driving around with an Obama bumper sticker. "Okay," I think, "You're a hater so we can't friends."
The thing about haters is...they always want to have a right and wrong answer. Then, instead of just sticking up for what they think is right they use more big words and disappear without further responses. I call this the "Hate-and-Run". Granted he did give me his number so that I may call him between the times 2am-2pm EST. Uhhhhhh...no thanks #1 that's weird, #2 I didn't even like talking to my boyfriend when we were dating #3 gross #4 I'm not going to debate politics with you over the phone when I know practically nothing I'm sure to your standards (his standards don't hold up to the media apparently...I guess he works for the UN or something and knows what's really going on yeah right) #5 does your pregnant wife you just mentioned the other day know you have a new pen pal #6 I'm still creeped out. You get the point.
My response to his haterade was to R-E-S-P-E-C-T (in a nutshell, that is). He also hated on anything but homeschooling kids so I said something along the lines of: It depends on the parent and it depends on the child. There is no cookie cutter-right way to do things. All home schooled kids don't turn out the same and that goes for private and public schooled children as well. I didn't respond to any of his negativity with a right or wrong answer and then he called them my political views when really I'm just living life and responding to it the way I see it. People have their jobs to run the world and I have mine to not fall flat on my face.
Let me quote something, "So you know some home-schooled kids? That's a good sign!" Like, what the hell is that supposed to mean?
I guess what I should pull out from this so that it makes me feel good is.......that I didn't run away from the talk of politics and instead I gave my genuine opinion. All I can respond to would be the things I know about while certain things just don't affect me yet. I think it's okay to stop someone trying to debate with you if you don't know how to respond. It's easy to say, "I can't help you win because I'm not on your side." or "I can't help you win right now because I know nothing of it." or "I won't help you win because I'm on the other side of the fence with a different problem." Make up your own!
I truly enjoy writing letters...but I think I'll stick to snail mail and emails to my gal pals. I used to have man pals but they must have fallen off the face of the earth...when it comes to snails.
Starting off our short lived pen-pal-ship he named me "Em" and I described a situation where my family was living in a conservative environment while they are quite liberal. You can't just say anything related to politics and get a chuckle- he spouts out with big meaningless words (I believe that you should say what you mean instead of using big words that use zero emotion and effect zero people) and puts down anyone driving around with an Obama bumper sticker. "Okay," I think, "You're a hater so we can't friends."
The thing about haters is...they always want to have a right and wrong answer. Then, instead of just sticking up for what they think is right they use more big words and disappear without further responses. I call this the "Hate-and-Run". Granted he did give me his number so that I may call him between the times 2am-2pm EST. Uhhhhhh...no thanks #1 that's weird, #2 I didn't even like talking to my boyfriend when we were dating #3 gross #4 I'm not going to debate politics with you over the phone when I know practically nothing I'm sure to your standards (his standards don't hold up to the media apparently...I guess he works for the UN or something and knows what's really going on yeah right) #5 does your pregnant wife you just mentioned the other day know you have a new pen pal #6 I'm still creeped out. You get the point.
My response to his haterade was to R-E-S-P-E-C-T (in a nutshell, that is). He also hated on anything but homeschooling kids so I said something along the lines of: It depends on the parent and it depends on the child. There is no cookie cutter-right way to do things. All home schooled kids don't turn out the same and that goes for private and public schooled children as well. I didn't respond to any of his negativity with a right or wrong answer and then he called them my political views when really I'm just living life and responding to it the way I see it. People have their jobs to run the world and I have mine to not fall flat on my face.
Let me quote something, "So you know some home-schooled kids? That's a good sign!" Like, what the hell is that supposed to mean?
I guess what I should pull out from this so that it makes me feel good is.......that I didn't run away from the talk of politics and instead I gave my genuine opinion. All I can respond to would be the things I know about while certain things just don't affect me yet. I think it's okay to stop someone trying to debate with you if you don't know how to respond. It's easy to say, "I can't help you win because I'm not on your side." or "I can't help you win right now because I know nothing of it." or "I won't help you win because I'm on the other side of the fence with a different problem." Make up your own!
I truly enjoy writing letters...but I think I'll stick to snail mail and emails to my gal pals. I used to have man pals but they must have fallen off the face of the earth...when it comes to snails.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Quarter-Life Crisis
I want to get a library card. I can pass by a library on my way home from work. If I go to the library maybe I will be able to write my book. I wonder if the computers there have Word. Typing on my little netbook is terrible because it's so small, I'm smashed into my cluttered room, and that darn thing freezes all the time.
I think I would like my job more if I was getting paid more. Is that bad? Standing all day, a 30 minute lunch, pouring candles, hand-finishing candles, packing and shipping candles...it's worth more than what I'm getting. I wonder if getting paid for the task would be better than getting paid for the hours worked. Some days probably. A six by twelve candle is only $167 retail value. Haha. I'm probably waiting for them to bring it up when I should, in reality, just bring it up myself. It's not bothering them to be paying me what they're paying me.
I don't want a new car. I want a more organized life. It overwhelms me the clutter in my room. I fix it by shutting my eyes when I fall asleep. I stare at my book instead of the mess on the floor. I need clean clothes but they're the reason my room is so dirty. I hate putting away my clothes. Anyone have any advice?
I love to garden. I want to ride my bike more. I want to put a bag over my head (paper NOT plastic). I want to hang out more with my new-old friend Award. I want to have my own place, but share it with someone awesome so that I don't become a hermit. I'm gaining weight in my tummy an thighs because there's too much junk in the house. I asked my mom to quit buying it. I think it's funny how my old boyfriend became a vegetarian for his health when all the crap I eat is classified as vegetarian. That wouldn't fix my problem, is what I'm saying.
Read, Netflix, Pottery, Garden, Family, Friends. Oh, and some dogs and some candles. Maybe I should put them in order of importance: Family, Friends, Pottery, Garden, Read, Dogs, Netflix, Candles. Sorry candles...a raise would bump you up though I'm sure.
(And yet another post I don't feel like rereading to fix errors)
I think I would like my job more if I was getting paid more. Is that bad? Standing all day, a 30 minute lunch, pouring candles, hand-finishing candles, packing and shipping candles...it's worth more than what I'm getting. I wonder if getting paid for the task would be better than getting paid for the hours worked. Some days probably. A six by twelve candle is only $167 retail value. Haha. I'm probably waiting for them to bring it up when I should, in reality, just bring it up myself. It's not bothering them to be paying me what they're paying me.
I don't want a new car. I want a more organized life. It overwhelms me the clutter in my room. I fix it by shutting my eyes when I fall asleep. I stare at my book instead of the mess on the floor. I need clean clothes but they're the reason my room is so dirty. I hate putting away my clothes. Anyone have any advice?
I love to garden. I want to ride my bike more. I want to put a bag over my head (paper NOT plastic). I want to hang out more with my new-old friend Award. I want to have my own place, but share it with someone awesome so that I don't become a hermit. I'm gaining weight in my tummy an thighs because there's too much junk in the house. I asked my mom to quit buying it. I think it's funny how my old boyfriend became a vegetarian for his health when all the crap I eat is classified as vegetarian. That wouldn't fix my problem, is what I'm saying.
Read, Netflix, Pottery, Garden, Family, Friends. Oh, and some dogs and some candles. Maybe I should put them in order of importance: Family, Friends, Pottery, Garden, Read, Dogs, Netflix, Candles. Sorry candles...a raise would bump you up though I'm sure.
(And yet another post I don't feel like rereading to fix errors)
Roadtrip to New Orleans, LA
I went on a road trip. It's been an adult dream of mine to do so. I say "adult dream" because I went on road trips all the time with my Granny and Grandpa (dad's parents). Those road trips I went on as a kid, I don't remember much of or any, but the ones I experience today are hopefully going to be remembered forever.
I believe that I feel different around different people. Not in a bad way. Think of me as a puzzle piece that fits in the center. It has different prongs that fit snuggly with 4 other parts...or if I'm a crazy puzzle I fit snuggly with lots of other parts. I think it's me coming out of my shell...my goofy, thoughtful, friendliness...and my great friends are the ones helping me remember who I am.
My new friend Laura (who will not be "new friend Laura" much longer, she's pretty well established in my friend-dome) told me to not have anything planned for a set amount of days. So I went along with it. She finally broke and decided that it would actually be best if she told me her plan since I had a car and could possibly use it as our transportation....to where??? TO NEW ORLEANS!!! duh.
The first 4 hours flew by in that car somehow, though the last hour did not. We arrived in League City, Texas where we ate pizza, walked through dog pee (not important, just funny), played a late-night tune on the guitar (that was so hard to play, but you gotta have a guitar on a road trip...as long as someone knows how to play it or else it's silly), then went to sleep. I slept with turtles (not important, just funny). In the morning we went to see Katy's gymnasium where she works and then we walked about 2.5 hours back to their house where Chris let me eat a sandwich. Laura had pizza from our walk past a pizza hut. Chris gave us mixed CDs which still live in my house but should go back to Lovely Laura.
Then we started our next 5 hour drive to New Orleans. We stopped at the air port cell phone lot which was creepy and a silly woman honked at me because there weren't any lines in the parking lot but she insisted that we were pulled too far forward. I just waved her away and told myself that she was just jealous because she wasn't playing the guitar. 'nough said. We then picked up Holly and then we went back around the air port and then we picked up Kuba. I decided to play him this song as my "Hello, I'm Emily": YouTubeLink Click Here Perfect, no?! (and if youtube ever takes that video away just search "Dirty Dancing Havana Nights Cuba" okay? Then we were walruses at a sushi place where we met Julia. We made her friends say, "whaaaaaaat?" when we ill performed a song to her on our knees about how she's growing up so well. JULIA! We later shared a $4 huge-ass pancake that was amazing. I want one now. Dear Austin, do you have any huge-ass pancakes for me to eat?
Sunday (which is the first time I've mentioned the day things have happened on) we took this lovely trolley train thing. We got scammed out of a booklet of stamps because a guy swore he could tell us where we "got" our shoes. Improper English won. "You got your shoes on your feet, in New Orleans, at 11:00 (random time for story telling purposes only)." I wanted him to be the real deal, so that's why I'm so bitter about it. We later walked around the French Quarters while, yes while, waiting in line for beignet's. I just literally drooled whilst search the correct spelling. I must find them in Austin along with the huge-ass pancake. We walked into a voodoo esc shop. We walked up to a duet "Tanya and Dorise" Click here for a taste of their jams via YouTube. #1 must see in New Orleans (in my book). We bought hair gel and did up Holly's hair, and did down Laura's. LAURER! Later we went to the Audubon Park and pat a dogs belly, sat on the greens of a duck pooped golf course (we're obviously unaware of golf course rules), then we had a wedding. It was great and under a funny large tree. We had dinner at some Freebirds esc place.
In the morning we ate oatmeal. We also ate honey and craisins in the oatmeal. I made it. (Not important, but funny if you were one of the 4 eating it). Did I mention we stayed in Julia's dorm room. Fit for six? Of course! Then we drove to find some cemeteries which were very broken in some parts yet way more beautiful than the underground ones we are used to in Texas. We went to the Lower Ninth Ward and ran into a guy who I guess founded Our School at Blair Grocery. We pat his goats which weren't kept in a very goat-friendly place, not compared to what this Texan knows as acceptable farming. Later we met back up with Julia (who was studying because she wasn't on vacation, we were! Silly college!) at the park, then we headed to lunch in their amazingly well stocked dining hall. Texas Lutheran needs to take some pointers. Then Laurer and I left for Texas.
That night we checked into the Days Inn at Beaumont, TX. I couldn't have made it any further I was so ready to be out of the car. In the morning we were fed by the gracious staff and then sent ourselves to the post office to send some letters away. Then we went to a park. Laurer kissed a tree. We witnessed a woman working out on the tennis courts. When we left we headed for the airport in Austin where I dropped her off to wait for a friend that could take her back to Marble Falls, the land of the Outdoor School!
When I got home I was so relaxed (even though my mom right off the bat was complaining about something which annoyed me but didn't stop me from...) I decided to clean my dad's car (the car we used on this glorious road trip) inside and out. I didn't find her shoes which apparently love to run away from her.
It was awesome. I want to road trip again. I want Laura to live closer so that we can be super buddies. And....I'm not going to reread this entry to fix any mistakes because I'm too tired and have been wanting to post about my trip since I got back...weeks ago.
I believe that I feel different around different people. Not in a bad way. Think of me as a puzzle piece that fits in the center. It has different prongs that fit snuggly with 4 other parts...or if I'm a crazy puzzle I fit snuggly with lots of other parts. I think it's me coming out of my shell...my goofy, thoughtful, friendliness...and my great friends are the ones helping me remember who I am.
My new friend Laura (who will not be "new friend Laura" much longer, she's pretty well established in my friend-dome) told me to not have anything planned for a set amount of days. So I went along with it. She finally broke and decided that it would actually be best if she told me her plan since I had a car and could possibly use it as our transportation....to where??? TO NEW ORLEANS!!! duh.
The first 4 hours flew by in that car somehow, though the last hour did not. We arrived in League City, Texas where we ate pizza, walked through dog pee (not important, just funny), played a late-night tune on the guitar (that was so hard to play, but you gotta have a guitar on a road trip...as long as someone knows how to play it or else it's silly), then went to sleep. I slept with turtles (not important, just funny). In the morning we went to see Katy's gymnasium where she works and then we walked about 2.5 hours back to their house where Chris let me eat a sandwich. Laura had pizza from our walk past a pizza hut. Chris gave us mixed CDs which still live in my house but should go back to Lovely Laura.
Then we started our next 5 hour drive to New Orleans. We stopped at the air port cell phone lot which was creepy and a silly woman honked at me because there weren't any lines in the parking lot but she insisted that we were pulled too far forward. I just waved her away and told myself that she was just jealous because she wasn't playing the guitar. 'nough said. We then picked up Holly and then we went back around the air port and then we picked up Kuba. I decided to play him this song as my "Hello, I'm Emily": YouTubeLink Click Here Perfect, no?! (and if youtube ever takes that video away just search "Dirty Dancing Havana Nights Cuba" okay? Then we were walruses at a sushi place where we met Julia. We made her friends say, "whaaaaaaat?" when we ill performed a song to her on our knees about how she's growing up so well. JULIA! We later shared a $4 huge-ass pancake that was amazing. I want one now. Dear Austin, do you have any huge-ass pancakes for me to eat?
Sunday (which is the first time I've mentioned the day things have happened on) we took this lovely trolley train thing. We got scammed out of a booklet of stamps because a guy swore he could tell us where we "got" our shoes. Improper English won. "You got your shoes on your feet, in New Orleans, at 11:00 (random time for story telling purposes only)." I wanted him to be the real deal, so that's why I'm so bitter about it. We later walked around the French Quarters while, yes while, waiting in line for beignet's. I just literally drooled whilst search the correct spelling. I must find them in Austin along with the huge-ass pancake. We walked into a voodoo esc shop. We walked up to a duet "Tanya and Dorise" Click here for a taste of their jams via YouTube. #1 must see in New Orleans (in my book). We bought hair gel and did up Holly's hair, and did down Laura's. LAURER! Later we went to the Audubon Park and pat a dogs belly, sat on the greens of a duck pooped golf course (we're obviously unaware of golf course rules), then we had a wedding. It was great and under a funny large tree. We had dinner at some Freebirds esc place.
In the morning we ate oatmeal. We also ate honey and craisins in the oatmeal. I made it. (Not important, but funny if you were one of the 4 eating it). Did I mention we stayed in Julia's dorm room. Fit for six? Of course! Then we drove to find some cemeteries which were very broken in some parts yet way more beautiful than the underground ones we are used to in Texas. We went to the Lower Ninth Ward and ran into a guy who I guess founded Our School at Blair Grocery. We pat his goats which weren't kept in a very goat-friendly place, not compared to what this Texan knows as acceptable farming. Later we met back up with Julia (who was studying because she wasn't on vacation, we were! Silly college!) at the park, then we headed to lunch in their amazingly well stocked dining hall. Texas Lutheran needs to take some pointers. Then Laurer and I left for Texas.
That night we checked into the Days Inn at Beaumont, TX. I couldn't have made it any further I was so ready to be out of the car. In the morning we were fed by the gracious staff and then sent ourselves to the post office to send some letters away. Then we went to a park. Laurer kissed a tree. We witnessed a woman working out on the tennis courts. When we left we headed for the airport in Austin where I dropped her off to wait for a friend that could take her back to Marble Falls, the land of the Outdoor School!
When I got home I was so relaxed (even though my mom right off the bat was complaining about something which annoyed me but didn't stop me from...) I decided to clean my dad's car (the car we used on this glorious road trip) inside and out. I didn't find her shoes which apparently love to run away from her.
It was awesome. I want to road trip again. I want Laura to live closer so that we can be super buddies. And....I'm not going to reread this entry to fix any mistakes because I'm too tired and have been wanting to post about my trip since I got back...weeks ago.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Sandra Dee
I named the sheep Sandra Dee. She found her way onto our front porch Wednesday afternoon. I pinned it up in our back yard for safe keeping. We contacted loads of people to either find its owner or find a new home. Luckily, while my dad was out looking for "lost sheep" signs he came across two guys exiting a gate. He asked if they knew of anyone who might've lost a sheep. They said, "a little black one!?" And that's when they came over to pick her up and take her home. Now we have a stinky backyard that could use a pooper scooper. The cats didn't seem to mind the new addition, so now I know I should get a sheep...not a dog.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Live in the NOW
Driving on my way to work this morning, listening to FM station 100.7 (The Bobby Bones Show), they were talking about Amy's mom getting diagnosed with cancer. In one of the series I watch on Netflix, the star tennis player has also been diagnosed with cancer. Sure, its real life versus television life, but those experiences we go through vicariously either by way of a favorite radio show or a television series effect us.
Driving the fourty-ish minutes to work, and halfway there it hits me that I might not live until I'm 100+. I might die young or I might suffer an injury that makes it difficult to fulfill my life's goals.
Now, instead on dreading the day I may or may not kick the bucket, I've decided to make a list of things I can do to make sure I'm living for the right here and now instead of living for the future.
First of all, my savings account is divided on a piece of paper into categories of: ceramics, camera, and a dog. These categories change and disappear because I either cash in or consolidate or give up on saving for something that wont come for another 20 years. I'd say that's living in the now, putting money aside just so you don't spend it on P.Terry's or bubble tea.
I want to get a Jeep. It's my new "dream car" and I go through new ideas of "dream cars" every now and then but I think I'd look alright in a Jeep. I have some setbacks though. Credit. Parents that don't care about my desires to be cool.
But all of this sounds dumb when there are people walking miles for dirty water and every day more and more people realize that they are too battling cancer. How does one live their life to the fullest while also helping others to make it through their hardest times? How does one gain the drive to live for oneself while also living for others. Is living for others the goal? Feel good by helping others feel good?
I've been thinking about creating a YouTube channel called "Cool Christians". It would be short videos on how being a Christian doesn't have to mean what people think it means. Be a modern Jesus. I'll probably mash it up with "Drunk Kitchen"...Drunk Christians... .com
I'm going to go chew on my thoughts.
Someone crack the whip on me making some ceramic pots.
Also...just heard a clip from the primaries and this guy (I just heard it, I wasn't watching) said something about keeping Texas conservative. BLECH! That sounds disgusting. I might have to move and take my kiln shed with me. I don't know much about politics, but I have a feeling conservativeness is the kind of living that's done inside of a box.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
I would like to thank the academy...
Plans for 2014
- Be a boss at the guitar via my guitar lessons that I have every Wednesday
- Build a cat run/play house that will go outside for my indoor cat that loves to escape
- Turn 24 duh
- Get my pots popping off the wheel
- Eat less sugar...maybe
- Read Read Read! I've ditched two series so far because I just wasn't wanting to finish them.
- Be more adult when it comes to still living in my parents house
- Go back to having Donut Thursdays, because that's less sugar...right?
- Hang out with new friends
- Be able to run Beeswax co. by myself without having to call for help or questions (putting aside the things that can only be approved by a boss)
- Be a better aunt
- Write letters duh
- Be organized and less messy
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