Luck. Bad....Luck

GEEZ... I feel sometimes that everything is 'just my luck'. I just took my car to get the oil changed and they said that my brake pads are worn down, and that I need to get them changed. Yeah, it'll be about $200 dollars. How long are those things supposed to last? With all of my other cars I never had to do anything really major, except change the starter, and this car is a 2001. The rest of the cars were old. Just my luck! I sold all of my Wal-mart stock so I could comfortably pay for it. Not to mention Missouri State decided that I'm not eligible for student loans this year.


I hate stressing out about money, but it seems that's all I do lately.

Baby This, baby that...

Oh man, this weekend was so very very busy. First off, I was in a friends wedding on Saturday and it was beautiful, very stressful though. Then I put together a baby shower for my sister. It turned out great, but there was definitely drama before the party started. What do you do?

This entire summer has been filled with tons of parties for lots of different people, and although I've enjoyed them all...I'm ready to relax. I can't wait until I get to have the parties: engagement, bachelorette's, bridal, baby shower. Going to all these things really makes you think. I couldn't help, but be a little giddy walking down the aisle at Teresa's wedding thinking about when I really get to walk down the aisle. It'll be about time.

I really feel like the summer is over for me. I'm done with all the things that were planned a long time ago. Now what? Colby's leaving this Wednesday for Hawaii....I'll be lost.

Sleepy Towns on Rainy Saturdays

I feel like it is so very hard to sit down at my computer in the summer time. So many things are going on right now and it's like if I sit down and start typing I'm going to miss something. However, I want to be able to look back on things and remember them.

This weekend Colby and I had a blast we went on a train ride through the Boston mountains. I had bought tickets for the two of us as our Valentine's gift, but you could only use them from April-October so we went this weekend. We had a great time since neither one of us had ever rode a train before. The conductor, however, could have talked the paint off the walls. I'm sure the reason he kept telling people to put down their windows was because he'd had a few jump. Anyways, we stopped for a layover in Vanburen, Arkansas- a three hour break so we could shop around this sleepy little town. It was raining so Colby and I decided to buy an umbrella. There weren't any places to buy such a thing, so we went into a thrift store and found three umbrellas. We decided on the rather large umbrella with Michelangelo's "The Hand of God" painting on it. Halfway out the door with our thrifty little purchase the handle fell off, and the rain stopped.


We also came across a FANTASTIC used bookstore. I bought five or six children's books: Stewart Little, Anne of Green Gables, James and the Giant Peach, Maniac Magee, The Indian in the Cupboard-book 1 and 2, and The Road to Avonlea.


I love finding fantastic things for fantastic prices!

Kitty

I feel like a horrible mother. I have a little Shih Tzu named Kitty. He's so sweet, and likes to prance around-hence the name Kitty. He's been having "issues" with his kidneys and we've been taking him to the vet just about every month. He's been passing a little blood and we were very worried about our baby. We kept thinking something else has to be wrong, because he'd get all of his medicine, but nothing was working. He was taken to the vet one more time because he started to pass a lot of blood and was trying to pee 20 times every time he went outside.

He ended up having bladder stones!! POOR BABY! He had one very big stone that was jagged. The nurse said he was a trooper. I can just imagine him gritting his teeth and cursing in his Spanish Accent that I know he would have. I'm a shitty mom.

Pretty Creepy..

My cousin, Joan, sent me a cool e-mail. You have a list of birthdates, and the tree that is supposed to correspond with the birthdate.

Here's my birthday: November 12th- The tree that is "my" tree is the chestnut tree. Here's what it says: Chestnut Tree (the Honesty) -- of unusual stature, impressive, well-developed sense of justice, fun to be around, a planner, born diplomat, can be irritated easily, sensitive of others feelings, hard worker, sometimes acts superior, feels not understood at times, fiercely family oriented, very loyal in love, physically fit.

Its so creepy! Here's Colby's

April 4th-His tree : Rowan Tree (the Sensitivity) -- full of charm, cheerful, gifted without egoism, likes to draw attention, loves life, motion, unrest, and even complications, is both dependent and independent, good taste, artistic, passionate, emotional, good company, does not forgive.

I LOVE IT! SO SO TRUE...except for the not forgiving part..

Trouble with the R's

Tonight I bit my tongue, REALLY hard. Now I cannot properly pronounce my R's. I was telling Colby about this thing that I found about trees, but ever time I went to say Trees it came out Twees. Its horrible! Make it stop.

Rockfest 2006.......aka Boob Fest

So this weekend the whole gang went to Rockfest in Kansas City. It was absolutely crazy! We all went up to Kansas City around 1ish and it was blazing hot. There were 15 bands total from noon to 11ish. 36,000 people attended! It was so amazingly packed. We started off by going to see Nonpoint, and then we went back to the blanket we had on the grass and rested for awhile. Then we decided to go see the band Hurt.

Let me give you the events that took place:

• We went towards the front of the group closer towards the stage in the dead center. Colby and most of the guys were really close to the front, Lindsey and I were told to stay farther back so we wouldn't get hurt.
  
• Sergio, and some other person were standing behind us sort of like body guards.
• A group of disgusting individuals came up on our right, and wanted to see boobs. We said no, they wanted us to "earn our beads". They started talking about forming a mosh pit.
• I started to feel claustrophobic because everyone started filling in around us, and Colby wanted us to come even closer forward so we wouldn't be in the middle of the mosh pit.
• We ended up two people away from the gate around the stage, just about as close as you can get. Then the band came on stage.
• ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!
• People were being launched in the air and I'm pretty sure two of them came right down on top of me. My industrial piercing was grabbed and I felt like it had been jerked out of my ear, that sent me to the bottom of the crowd.
• Someone crowd surfing knocked me down and one of Colby's friends fell on top of me. Jacob didn't know it was Colby's friend and noticed someone on me and proceeded to grab him and launch him off of me. Poor Heath.

Needless to say I got hurt watching Hurt.

Then at the end of the night we got to see Staind. It was so great. It had been smoldering hot all day and by this time it started to pour rain, it hailed, there was thunder and lightning. A perfect ending to a crazy day. I'll leave the steak and shake story for another day....

Rundown

Oh man, I feel like I've been gone forever! Sorry for not posting, but I've been so busy. Here's the run down.

Stori had her reception and for the most part everyone got along really well. I was so stressed out for this because Colby's parents came down for this 'special event' and It was the first time "really" that our parents were in a room with each other for an extended period of time. Colby and I have been together for 5 years and our parents are mingling! How exciting. It makes it really hard for them to sit and chat when they live 200 miles away from each other, but at least they all make the effort.

The Grooms mom got a little tipsy, but that's alright I suppose, she also hit on one of the younger guys, but we'll blame that on all the vodka....Huh Debbie!

Stori's husband, Kyle is now in Fort Benning, GA he'll begin bootcamp this Friday...Say a little prayer. He's really homesick and Stori's really bummin'. :(

is it odd that i think dressing like this is fun?

I said I'd post pictures of my sister, Stori's Wedding when we got them uploaded. Here ya go. These are pictures of the actual ceremony. We had so much fun. She's 7 months pregnant in the picture. I did say that I looked like a hooker, see for yourself.

Elvis has left the building...

Today while I was covering a lunch break in jewelry, I noticed a man by the sunglasses display. He was standing there looking in the mirror and combing his hair over, and over, and over. I was watching him for about 20 minutes comb his hair and pat, comb and pat...Then he put on the biggest pair of white sunglasses you could imagine. After about 20 minutes of this he left to go shopping. After the lunch break I walked towards the back of the store to take my lunch break when I noticed this couple just busting up laughing. Apparently this "guy" had been talking to them for about 10 minutes about how he was Elvis. I started laughing and said, "Did he have big hair and bigger glasses?" They said yes.

Believe it or not this man really thought he was "The King"! No one in their right mind could even compare themselves to Elvis. That's just something you don't do. Especially this guy. Here's the worst picture I could find, he was 20x worse than this impersonator:

Life After Breakup

I was talking a best friend through a break up this week and she was absolutely broken, I didn't know what to say to her to help her. I was wondering why it was that nothing helped, because I've been in a similar situation before.

Why is it so hard to move on? I realize the given, you were in love, or you were with someone for a long time and its a routine now...What do you do with your life after breakup? It's so easy for someone to say to you that they would move on, or forget about that person. But I know for a fact that what we say and what we do are two totally different songs.

You can never really know until you're in it, and sometimes when you're in something that you said you'd leave, you won't leave because essentially you're not really seeing the relationship from the outside. People find it so easy to throw in their two cents, *I've heard it all before- "It's easy to see when you're on the outside looking in, but when you're inside you tend to see what you want."

Why is it that *most girls seem to just grieve and grieve until they're absolutely making themselves sick? I've done it, I'm sure some of you have. You can't eat, can't sleep, are walking around like you've lost everything you have. Why do we waste so much time crying? Men seem to be very good at hiding their feelings, when they're young that's what we instill. Big boys don't cry. -So they don't.

I realize this is a big rambling- I've had a long day at work, and I'm sleepy, but I had a lot of time to think about it. My dad always gives such great advice he would tell me, "Char-Marie, take it from a guy who's been there, done that." I never would, I guess I like to learn the hard way. We never want advice unless its what we want to hear, when I say we I mean...Me, and maybe a few of you reading this.

I'm not sure where this post is going, so I'm going to go to bed and think about this some more. I'll get back to this later.

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding.

This weekend we traveled down to Eureka Springs, Arkansas to get my little sister, Stori, Hitched!

No seriously we really got her hitched. We went to this old time place and dressed up like people that worked in a saloon. I looked like a Class A hooker. I'll post pictures when I get them developed, in the mean time I'll just describe my outfit:

I had on all the essentials:

• White bloomers with lace trim...Check!
• Fishnet Stockings.....Check!
• Black High Heels........Check!
• Corset.........Check!
• A push up brassiere tied so tight around me I couldn't breathe....Check...!

It really was a blast, we had so much fun. I had my picture taken with Colby as well, I'll post that as soon as I can.

So?

Ok, I got creative and tried my hand at creating my own template. The only thing I hate is the size of the font. Its way too big. I cannot seem to find it in the html to change it, so until then it shall remain very large...bleh!

I would like comments on what needs to be changed, or what looks good.

Thanks!

*&%$#@%

I am absolutely drained. I know I say this a lot, but I'll say it again.... I REALLY DISLIKE MY JOB! The problem is right now I cannot quit because they have allowed me the time I need off for this summer: Weddings, Graduations, Baby Showers, Wedding Showers, Baby Deliveries, etc... As soon as I can I'll be searching for a better job. One that's less stressful. For those of you who don't know I work at Wal-mart. It's pretty much a sweatshop. I'm so aggravated, because I do my job I am constantly taken from one area to the next and it is so frustrating for someone who likes to get one thing done before she starts another. At the end of the night I end up having 30 'irons in the fire'.

I am physically drained. Emotionally drained. I told my manager, the one that is nice to me, that I was tired of working my ass off to be taken advantage of. He agreed with me because he sees that we're *Hollie and I* are being shit on.

I hate the fact that I get so pissed, I hate that I can't be respected for the good work that I do, I really hate the fact that I get aggravated enough to let it come home with me. It's not like me to be on edge because of a job. I'm going to take the initiative and look elsewhere even if it means a pay cut.

Plans

Last night Colby and I were talking about the Peace Corps again and decided we'll have to sign up within the next month. I'm stoked. I'm really excited about all the things that we have lined up for our lives. We've been discussing all the possibilities:

1. Join the Peace Corps and teach for two years in a foreign country.
2. Go to grad school. Prospectives right now are Washington University in St. Louis, or KU in Lawrence, KS.
3. Living under a park bench in Central Park.

All great choices if you ask me.

Bleh.

Ehh... I went to bed last night at 11:00 and I woke up this morning at 11:00. I'm coming down with something, its a chest cold or something. WHY?! I have so much to do that I cannot afford to be sick! My sister is getting married this weekend, and I CANNOT get sick! I feel sick in the morning and I feel sick in the evening. When I'm up and around during the daytime its not that bad. Blah.

I woke up this morning to Colby's call, good thing because I have to be at work at 1:00. I got up and got some leftover cold pizza out of the fridge, then sat on the couch and watched rat race. I love that movie it makes me laugh. Laughing hurts right now. eck.

They even had rubber stamps!!

So, grades come out tomorrow and I'm excited to see what I've got. I know it'll be good, not the 4.0 I had hoped for, but I know I'll make the Dean's List. What happened to me?

Colby and I traveled North towards KC to see his parents and brother. Jacob, Colb's brother, graduated this weekend! YAY JACOB! We were discussing the fact that next year we'll be the one's graduating....Again. I'm absolutely excited to start our lives. I feel right now that I'm just on a routine schedule that has me doing the same things day in and day out.

I'm so excited about having my own classroom! I'm collecting books for my library as we speak. If anyone has any children's books to donate---Send them my way! ;) Thanks. I walked into a educational supply store a few days ago and was amazed. I went straight to the back where all the stickers, books, HALL PASSES (I can't wait to have a hall pass!), markers, those border thingys that you put around your bulletin boards---THOUSANDS OF BORDERS! I asked Colby if when we get engaged if we could register there. He shot that idea down, but it was worth a try. I feel like I'm thinking more and more like a teacher every day. I see cute little artsy things and wonder how I could use that in the near future.


I'm stoked!

Truth or Fiction: Men Turn Into Werewolves On A Full Moon?

I need some input on this subject ladies, and gents... Do you think moods change when it's nearing a full moon? Think back, the thirteenth was a full moon. Did you, or your significant other have mood swings on the 11th - ?? This mood swing doesn't have to be relationship altering, but enough to notice something wasn't quite right.

The reason I'm asking is that I have a good friend who tends to have 'boyfriend issues' right before the full moon. It may sound silly, but it's sort of erie. Things tend to happen right before we're about to have a full moon. You can definitely notice it at wal-mart, customers tend to be on edge, and the slightest thing can throw them off. You always hear that a hospital is in full swing when its a full moon...

In this case my friend's boyfriend tends to go into this weird funk right before the full moon and it lasts a little afterwards. Now this may be numerous things, but we were just thinking about what it could be and a lady at work said a full moon is out. She finished by saying that her boyfriend or husband was in a funk as well. My friend then noticed that her father, and her brother were in bad moods. We started rolling this thought around and I thought I'd blog about it and see if I could get any comments on what people thought.

Do men, or anyone for that matter, turn into werewolves when there's a full moon?

My 100th Post.

My kid sister, Stori, came to see me today before my finals. She was shopping here in Springfield, and wanted to show me things she had picked up. A baby mattress for the crib, maternity clothing- because she's finally getting too big for my clothes..And she's 7 months pregnant. She broke down and bought something Winnie the Pooh: Socks.

I'm extremely excited to see baby Maggie Marie, or Mag Pie as I like to call her. My sister is getting married next weekend. As soon as she gets married her husband, Kyle, is being shipped to Ft. Benning, GA for boot camp with the Army Rangers. I have been dubbed person who is in the delivery room, and I'm stoked. Be prepared for tons of pictures of Little Miss Mag Pie.

I'll be the one doing late night runs this summer for Ice Cream and Pickles.
Would you look at that belly button....

Finally

FINALS ARE OVER!!! I couldn't run to my car fast enough. I was afraid I would run into someone who would drag me into one of the buildings and make me write papers on How the west was won, or something to that effect. I'm stoked, first order of business.... SELL BACK MY BOOKS (for a fraction of the cost.)


Update: (May 17, 2006) I've sold back my books it was definitely a fraction of the cost. It cost me 350.00 for my books this semester, and I got a measly 58.00 back. I guess its $58.00 I didn't have, can't complain too much.