So yesterday on my grandpa's birthday my boyfriend Eric and I had a picnic at one of the parks near my house. It was really nice and the weather wasn't too bad. The only thing that went wrong was not having enough wood to cook the meat. In our flurry of calls to anyone we could think of for some help in the form of more wood or charcoal we called my grandma to ask if she could pick some up for us. Before she had left my dad came by with a bag of charcoal for us before he went to go pay taxes. As I call my grandma back to say not to worry about getting us any charcoal I let her know she can come eat with us if she wanted. So the three of us ate at the park and she had a really nice time picnicking with us, for which I am glad. =] After that Eric and I went out to eat with my grandma and family at Red Robin where Ron, someone who we go to church with, works. He ended up giving us a family discount which was really very nice of him to do. Since we had gone out to eat to celebrate my grandpa's birthday it was even more sweet of him. All of us, my family and Eric went back to my grandma's to watch some of the Dodgers game before Eric and I had to be at the movies. Eric and I were practicing swing dancing until it was time to go, got dropped off, ran into the McGilvary's, another family from church, -half of them anyway- and watched Hop. It was a pretty cute movie and I liked it.
This morning I wake up and do some laundry for my mom then go to let the cat outside in the front yard when I notice a paper tied up in ribbon on our trash can. The only reason we would get any kind of paper is because of Eric, because he works selling newspaper subscriptions. This paper happened to be the San Louis Tribune. So maybe the music was too loud for me to hear him knock or maybe I'm just going crazy...But I will ask him about it when he gets here later today before he has to go home. ;) Saturday, April 2, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Hello Again =]
So. It has been 16 days since my last post and almost everything has changed but there is still so much that is the same. That friend that I mentioned coming to stay with my family, whom my father never really wanted to let in, had some family issues that came up the day after we helped her move in. Even though my dad I'm sure was overjoyed he still seemed pissed off because she had moved in to move out, with a dog no less!
I honestly don't see what his problem was...But that's beside the point. My dad's birthday was yesterday and he turned 50. I know he is royally freaking out on the inside but on the outside he plays cool and unconcerned. I don't buy it. He also hasn't been quite so cold to my boyfriend but I'm not sure why he's decided that it's fine to be civil. Sigh. Sometimes I just want to tell him to grow up and stop being a prissy girl, but I know that after saying that I would have virtually no freedom if I planned to stay at home any longer and not pay rent, or pay little rent upon finding a job.
So just wanted to get back on the web and say hello, hope all is well with my fabulous readers and that I'm hoping to get into a routine though I'm still not sure if I'll be able to hold to my own strenuous standards in that regard...may start trying to kick myself in the head. =P
I believe this routine will begin with a shower, then biking to school [yes that completely and totally cancels out the whole showering business...] going to class biking home and getting assignments done, and other things that are fun after. Maybe. We'll see soon enough.
I hope to hear from some of you soon, for whatever reason suits you, until next time then!
P.S. My mom doesn't think I can stick to it. Wish me luck all!
I honestly don't see what his problem was...But that's beside the point. My dad's birthday was yesterday and he turned 50. I know he is royally freaking out on the inside but on the outside he plays cool and unconcerned. I don't buy it. He also hasn't been quite so cold to my boyfriend but I'm not sure why he's decided that it's fine to be civil. Sigh. Sometimes I just want to tell him to grow up and stop being a prissy girl, but I know that after saying that I would have virtually no freedom if I planned to stay at home any longer and not pay rent, or pay little rent upon finding a job.
So just wanted to get back on the web and say hello, hope all is well with my fabulous readers and that I'm hoping to get into a routine though I'm still not sure if I'll be able to hold to my own strenuous standards in that regard...may start trying to kick myself in the head. =P
I believe this routine will begin with a shower, then biking to school [yes that completely and totally cancels out the whole showering business...] going to class biking home and getting assignments done, and other things that are fun after. Maybe. We'll see soon enough.
I hope to hear from some of you soon, for whatever reason suits you, until next time then!
P.S. My mom doesn't think I can stick to it. Wish me luck all!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Can we say "Philanthropic?"
Well. For those avid followers of my not so many writings and those who see via Facebook, I say hello again. And for my Facebook followers, I am sorry for the outburst that I later deleted because I do know that it can affect my future employment and it really wasn't anything flattering in regards to me at all. Or for the person I was talking about either.
Though I got my ranting and raving out, I still feel like I need to get more out because the rather constant situation at my house has been less than what I feel it should be for the kind of family we all seem to think we are.
To begin with where I blew up I need to go a few steps back and tell you a few details. One: my friend of I'll say, four, maybe five years, asked me to find out from my parents if they would be willing to put her up for a few weeks until her mom could make arrangements for her elsewhere. I didn't know the full situation when she asked and didn't care to ask because even though I love her dearly, sometimes pressing for details gets me nowhere. I now know that where she is staying is much worse than where I am and that the people who are supposed to be her family's friends are being anything but.
When I asked my dad about a few days after since I had to gather the courage to do so, he didn't give me a flat out no but alluded that the answer in general would come to a no.
Two: when I found that my dad wanted to talk to my mom about, when she already knew what I would be asking, I wasn't too upset. When he started to lecture for half an hour on varying subjects that had almost nothing to do with what I had asked, I held in until he finished then blew up to the whole internet around 10:30 last Saturday night. Not my most shinning moment but nonetheless it happened. The next day the music in the church service I attend spoke almost directly at the subject I'd brought up but I don't believe he really listened. I know for a fact that he discussed the matter without me like he said he would later that day because I heard my parents talking from my room while my boyfriend was over.
There is another reason he doesn't give me any mind. He doesn't like my boyfriend. My mom doesn't find anything wrong with him except that he's Mormon. I thank her for that and that she tolerates and accepts and even likes him. It's more than I can say for my dad, pretty much ever. He won't let people spend the night because he's afraid of a lawsuit. If you saw our house I'm sure you would be too but my friend in particular as well as my boyfriend understand that because my dad believes his duty is to clean his mess wherever it is and NOT tell anyone else to do the same and more, that our house is the way it is.
I'm not trying to make excuses for the way it looks, just pointing out everything I have against how my father seems to think less of everyone else without every getting in trouble for it. Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent. Obviously my title should give away what I wish I could say to him, but fear because I know he won't accept that he is ever at fault of anything. I just wish he would find it in his heart to be the Christian that he proclaims he is but will never act like.
I'm not one to tolerate hypocrites but living with one isn't easy either. I can't seem to pull myself away from the same habits and such, though I do try. I want my friends to call me on anything that I do that they find hypocritical but I don't expect them to micromanage me because I ask them to keep me from lying to myself. My dad won't even be open to such a suggestion. It frustrates me to no end! And what's more, he goes on thinking he's doing the world some great favor and really contributing to something important and if I ask "what?" he won't have a clue because there is no one that he is helping but himself and I find that quite disgusting in someone who thinks himself a family man that has firm and unwavering Christian beliefs.
....I know that was a long one that became much more than a rant, but thanks for sticking with and tolerating me. It is much appreciated of you all. Until next time then.
Though I got my ranting and raving out, I still feel like I need to get more out because the rather constant situation at my house has been less than what I feel it should be for the kind of family we all seem to think we are.
To begin with where I blew up I need to go a few steps back and tell you a few details. One: my friend of I'll say, four, maybe five years, asked me to find out from my parents if they would be willing to put her up for a few weeks until her mom could make arrangements for her elsewhere. I didn't know the full situation when she asked and didn't care to ask because even though I love her dearly, sometimes pressing for details gets me nowhere. I now know that where she is staying is much worse than where I am and that the people who are supposed to be her family's friends are being anything but.
When I asked my dad about a few days after since I had to gather the courage to do so, he didn't give me a flat out no but alluded that the answer in general would come to a no.
Two: when I found that my dad wanted to talk to my mom about, when she already knew what I would be asking, I wasn't too upset. When he started to lecture for half an hour on varying subjects that had almost nothing to do with what I had asked, I held in until he finished then blew up to the whole internet around 10:30 last Saturday night. Not my most shinning moment but nonetheless it happened. The next day the music in the church service I attend spoke almost directly at the subject I'd brought up but I don't believe he really listened. I know for a fact that he discussed the matter without me like he said he would later that day because I heard my parents talking from my room while my boyfriend was over.
There is another reason he doesn't give me any mind. He doesn't like my boyfriend. My mom doesn't find anything wrong with him except that he's Mormon. I thank her for that and that she tolerates and accepts and even likes him. It's more than I can say for my dad, pretty much ever. He won't let people spend the night because he's afraid of a lawsuit. If you saw our house I'm sure you would be too but my friend in particular as well as my boyfriend understand that because my dad believes his duty is to clean his mess wherever it is and NOT tell anyone else to do the same and more, that our house is the way it is.
I'm not trying to make excuses for the way it looks, just pointing out everything I have against how my father seems to think less of everyone else without every getting in trouble for it. Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent. Obviously my title should give away what I wish I could say to him, but fear because I know he won't accept that he is ever at fault of anything. I just wish he would find it in his heart to be the Christian that he proclaims he is but will never act like.
I'm not one to tolerate hypocrites but living with one isn't easy either. I can't seem to pull myself away from the same habits and such, though I do try. I want my friends to call me on anything that I do that they find hypocritical but I don't expect them to micromanage me because I ask them to keep me from lying to myself. My dad won't even be open to such a suggestion. It frustrates me to no end! And what's more, he goes on thinking he's doing the world some great favor and really contributing to something important and if I ask "what?" he won't have a clue because there is no one that he is helping but himself and I find that quite disgusting in someone who thinks himself a family man that has firm and unwavering Christian beliefs.
....I know that was a long one that became much more than a rant, but thanks for sticking with and tolerating me. It is much appreciated of you all. Until next time then.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Oh, boy.
Well. Today wasn't exactly the start I had hoped for on a normal Wednesday. Terribly hectic and stressful because I wasn't asleep until after 2 AM and upon getting ready to leave for school half an hour after I woke up, I couldn't find an important piece of paper that had contact information for my professor should I find I was unable to make, or would be late to class. When I found the lovely pink paper, my dad finally realized I was in a manic state of looking and asked the ridiculous question: "Lookin' for something?" to which I replied "Found it!" in an extremely annoyed tone. Walking around the dividing wall in our home seeing me clutching the paper he begins to chuckle.
For any of you who know me well enough, I do not much appreciate being laughed at for throwing a fit/temper tantrum despite my age and supposed maturity level. I especially do not like when my own father feels that it is appropriate and dare I say, even acceptable to laugh lightly at his daughters frenzied state in front of her boyfriend with whom she usually bikes to school. Because of my sleep schedule being severely interrupted we were going to walk to the bus...and it took me about another hour to fully be over my frenzy and hysteria afterward because I really cannot stand my dad's outlook and take on life most of the time. I don't begrudge him his lifestyle. He chose it, and I don't begrudge him the wisdom he possess, or sometimes thinks he possesses. I just don't like when I have no choice in the matter and it is expected that I should adhere to ever single tirelessly scrutinized detail of what he believes life should be for me.
For any of you who know me well enough, I do not much appreciate being laughed at for throwing a fit/temper tantrum despite my age and supposed maturity level. I especially do not like when my own father feels that it is appropriate and dare I say, even acceptable to laugh lightly at his daughters frenzied state in front of her boyfriend with whom she usually bikes to school. Because of my sleep schedule being severely interrupted we were going to walk to the bus...and it took me about another hour to fully be over my frenzy and hysteria afterward because I really cannot stand my dad's outlook and take on life most of the time. I don't begrudge him his lifestyle. He chose it, and I don't begrudge him the wisdom he possess, or sometimes thinks he possesses. I just don't like when I have no choice in the matter and it is expected that I should adhere to ever single tirelessly scrutinized detail of what he believes life should be for me.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Short and Sweet
Well, I must say that even though I don't always enjoy school it is great to be back again. Not much to my classes thought I know some would call me crazy. All classes with the same teacher? Psh. Easy peasy until I lose my mind =P. Also on another high note, I am being somewhat forced to, but for my own good, to ride my bike to school. Not so much of an issue if I were more in shape lol. But that's exactly what it's about.
And in regards to my previous post, if you can't PM me on here I will attach an email for you to reach me at =] so you can, if you so choose, contact me for further information on said jerk all star.
Best news yet: I'm in choir. Again. =] yay! Most definitely my favourtie class of all and yes, I am again a soprano and today our warm up reached a C! Woot! So. I am most certainly going to enjoy my semester even if my buttocks is sore from a hard seat, and I'm a crazy woman for taking three classes with the same teacher. =]
Until we meet again loves,
headfirst_for_halos77@yahoo.com =]
And in regards to my previous post, if you can't PM me on here I will attach an email for you to reach me at =] so you can, if you so choose, contact me for further information on said jerk all star.
Best news yet: I'm in choir. Again. =] yay! Most definitely my favourtie class of all and yes, I am again a soprano and today our warm up reached a C! Woot! So. I am most certainly going to enjoy my semester even if my buttocks is sore from a hard seat, and I'm a crazy woman for taking three classes with the same teacher. =]
Until we meet again loves,
headfirst_for_halos77@yahoo.com =]
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Undercover work, anyone?
So I have made some discoveries of the unsavory kind in regards to a certain person. Some of you may know exactly who this is, and others, well I can only hope you never have the misfortune of meeting them. =] Anyway on with my ranting and raving about this person. They apparently are never single for long and are always with more than one person.
How rude right? And on top of that, they believe this life of evil can keep going on unchecked and disturbed. But then I am here, and wrecking ball that I am, have every and utmost intention to bring them down. Here is where I would say with any means possible, but that ends up with jail sentences and stuff like that. Not really my thing, sooo.... On with plan super B!
I have contact information to this person and have my ways of making more discoveries. If any of you are willing, have the time, or just like to see people like this come into contact with harsh and jarring reality known as life, please respond to me so I can give you anything that works! Thanks lovelies =]
Adieu!
How rude right? And on top of that, they believe this life of evil can keep going on unchecked and disturbed. But then I am here, and wrecking ball that I am, have every and utmost intention to bring them down. Here is where I would say with any means possible, but that ends up with jail sentences and stuff like that. Not really my thing, sooo.... On with plan super B!
I have contact information to this person and have my ways of making more discoveries. If any of you are willing, have the time, or just like to see people like this come into contact with harsh and jarring reality known as life, please respond to me so I can give you anything that works! Thanks lovelies =]
Adieu!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Almost a month?
There is something terribly wrong about not having blogged in almost a month. And I know what the main problem is, well problems rather.
My dad seems to think that it is every man/woman for themselves when it comes to computer time and I really don't think that's fair. I don't complain to anyone but my mom because she is the only one in our family that will listen when I say, hey, mom, this isn't right here, what do I do? And on top of that, my dad really could care less so long as he can take care of that one last thing.
To anyone who is, may be, or knows an addict of any kind, these are not good things to hear. But of course, my father isn't addicted. It's his way of 'relieving stress' and 'winding down'. I say that is a bunch of flat out B.S....and I don't mean bachelor's of science degrees..
I do wish I could do more, but that would mean I would have to work harder and at so young an age where I'm still discovering everything I want and what really works for me, working harder is extremely tiring and almost not worth my time if it isn't going to make anything better and only cause more problems.
I realize this turned into more of a rant than an actual blog telling what I've been doing and how Christmas and New Years went. Sorry about that!
Christmas was rather interesting. Got to spend Christmas Eve with Eric. That was plenty fun, as was the tenth of December, when we were together for a month. ^^ New Years was shall I say, almost totally epic? Eric and I planned a bonfire out of town that my dad immediately nixed in replacement with something in town because he was afraid I would drive off the road due to possible rain that turned out to not even show up night of. Honestly I have enough skills to not drive off a road and if he was so worried wouldn't you think he just says no? I don't know how hard it is for some people but I has become one of my favorite non used words. So that has been my last month just about. Hoping to find a job still where I may end up having to move out because my dad will charge me rent and I have a feeling it won't be an entirely fair price because I know for a fact the only debt my parents have incurred is their day to day living. COL is not as expensive as a house and car payments along with tuition, books, food, and other things stupider people waste money like movies, new clothes every three months and such. But still, he worries like we're going to be homeless tomorrow. May as well just beat him to the shot and do it myself it seems like. Maybe I should find another activity to pursue since I'm just making this more depressing than it really should be.
Until next time lovelies!
My dad seems to think that it is every man/woman for themselves when it comes to computer time and I really don't think that's fair. I don't complain to anyone but my mom because she is the only one in our family that will listen when I say, hey, mom, this isn't right here, what do I do? And on top of that, my dad really could care less so long as he can take care of that one last thing.
To anyone who is, may be, or knows an addict of any kind, these are not good things to hear. But of course, my father isn't addicted. It's his way of 'relieving stress' and 'winding down'. I say that is a bunch of flat out B.S....and I don't mean bachelor's of science degrees..
I do wish I could do more, but that would mean I would have to work harder and at so young an age where I'm still discovering everything I want and what really works for me, working harder is extremely tiring and almost not worth my time if it isn't going to make anything better and only cause more problems.
I realize this turned into more of a rant than an actual blog telling what I've been doing and how Christmas and New Years went. Sorry about that!
Christmas was rather interesting. Got to spend Christmas Eve with Eric. That was plenty fun, as was the tenth of December, when we were together for a month. ^^ New Years was shall I say, almost totally epic? Eric and I planned a bonfire out of town that my dad immediately nixed in replacement with something in town because he was afraid I would drive off the road due to possible rain that turned out to not even show up night of. Honestly I have enough skills to not drive off a road and if he was so worried wouldn't you think he just says no? I don't know how hard it is for some people but I has become one of my favorite non used words. So that has been my last month just about. Hoping to find a job still where I may end up having to move out because my dad will charge me rent and I have a feeling it won't be an entirely fair price because I know for a fact the only debt my parents have incurred is their day to day living. COL is not as expensive as a house and car payments along with tuition, books, food, and other things stupider people waste money like movies, new clothes every three months and such. But still, he worries like we're going to be homeless tomorrow. May as well just beat him to the shot and do it myself it seems like. Maybe I should find another activity to pursue since I'm just making this more depressing than it really should be.
Until next time lovelies!
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