To those of you who don’t know where this year is taking you:
Cheers. Me neither.
It’s been a while, so I have two little tiny stories to hopefully brighten your day just a little tiny bit.
I’ll tell the one about the frog first, actually.
I was at the very end of a run a couple days ago. I had luckily nothing in my stomach, or precious little in it, because it was a long run. Nearly 5 miles. (I’m training for a 10K which is 6.2 miles.)
So I planned my run to end at the park so I could walk the nice bits home in the shade and see the pond. Well, there’s a bit of a hill on one side of the pond and I had two minutes to go, so I’m really pushing it to try and get to the top of the hill and start my cool off already.
Me: Ok, only two minutes. Not long. I got this. Here we go. We’re going. Go go go… How much time has passed? 20 seconds? Ok cool. Ugh. *breathe in and out* *in and out* What the crap?!?!
I actually squealed a little bit. There was a squished up frog on the road! Right where I was running, so I had to hop awkwardly over it. It was like *leap* *gag gag gag*.
I’m sure I looked fantastic. LOL it gets me just thinking about it. My endorphins are going and frogs have been one of my favorite animals since I was a little thing. They’re like an emotional animal for me. So I wanted to cry and gag at the same time because I just didn’t expect it at all. Lol I was dyingggg.
Next thing was the day after.
I walked down to the same park, and went over to where the spillway is for the pond. It’s actually not far from the spot where the frog episode occurred.
I often photograph the spillway. I observe it. I note how low the water is or how high it is. You know, I check up on my place. 😉
Well, there was a duck on the spillway. It was just sitting there minding its business when another duck swims up. I had just walked up to this scene.
I guess I’m kind of a stinker because I was thinking: “What happens if that duck just runs into the other one and pushes it over???” And just like a freaking dream come true, that’s what happened!!
The duck goes flailing down the spillway. Like “SQUAWWWWWWKKK!”
It’s a bit of a drop, so that definitely ruffled his feathers. It was hilarious from my view though. He just jumps back up, flapping and squawking to his little perch there on the ledge, and I continued with my walk.
That was the pinnacle of park moments. The kind of thing that happens once in a lifetime. It could have happened at an time and it happened when I showed up. Yas.
That’s what I got for now.
Thought I’d check in.
I was doing some writing for my other stuff. I do some writing for a religious blog and a non-profit news source, so my personal blog gets the short end of the stick a lot. I should be having more soon though. Hopefully more regularly too.
Ugh. Everything is going so fast right now. Don’t you think. It was March like a few weeks ago. Now July is almost here and I’m not ready. July is my FAVORITE month. If it goes too soon, I will positively lose it. Lose it.
Anyway, please enjoy this picture of one of my favorite places in the whole wide world-Vienna, Austria. Wish I was back there. Grab your sunglasses, guys; it’s a hot one.
So, the last few weeks have been a bit much. The living at home post-grad life is usually amazing, but occasionally terrible. Every day is a little different. Just trying to figure out how to apply my talents + my degree to find the job I really want. So unique, I know.
ANYWAY. I had about 12 days of work in a row until this Wednesday when I had a break. *sigh/brow wipe* Still working on getting a regular schedule for my money job.
It’s been tough getting used to that job. It’s surprising how difficult it’s been at times. I think it’s mostly because the management is great and has some standards. Not everyone does!
This week I’ve had everything from:
Guess we can’t take the drink home?
Yeah, we’d like another salsa, we don’t want to reach across the table.
Also, it’s amazing to know that now, with technology, everyone has their checks already at the table! Magic, I know. I’m sorry, but if I’m clearly behind, take a peek at the screen and save me and yourself a little time. Please. Just, I’m begging you.
Did I mention 12 straight days?
Other days have been manageable. I have been making the monies, so.
For example, a few days ago, I had a table of a couple very kind women that said, AND I QUOTE:
You are one of the best waitresses I have ever had.
Yes, I wrote it down on the spot right in front of them. You have to. Those comments don’t come everyday.
By the way, to any table that I might screw over on service, I already assume you hate me, so just realize that I DO have a lot of good tables and good experiences, but I’m not perfect.
ALSO. To the woman who told her husband that he was being a pain in the butt: Thank you. He was.
So right now, I’m basically just waiting for Zayn’s album to come out likeeee
Thought I’d check in.
Recently at work I’ve gotten my first burn, which I was oddly excited about. I’m sure everyone thought I was a mess for showing it off and stuff, but I figure I’m going to get burnt so I might as well get it out of the way. So it did. It’s just a little thing on my index finger.
Anyway, also recently, I ran into one of my former coworkers at an auto repair shop as I was walking and contemplating the possibility of teaching English in Eastern Europe. It was very odd to run into him, but it made me take the possibility seriously, which is good, I guess.
What I would like to demonstrate though, is how much of a mess I am. Because, quite frankly I know no one as messily put together as I am. That’s why I’m starting a new category called “awkward me.” Each post will probably be incredibly short, but hopefully entertaining. 😉
Here’s one I guess I never posted from last summer… lol enjoy.
Now I haven’t made a new post in quite a while. Could be my laziness. Could be my lack of discipline. And yet, I’ve travel to other states, run a children’s summer camp, and trained for a 5K since my last post. So don’t think that I’m just doing nothing. Not the case. But I will admit that I often think of posting and there’s always quite a bit of guilt and stress when I don’t. Anyway, enough. On to the ducks. Now, my feelings about ducks has been consistent for a number of years. I am suspicious about them. Well, just ducks actually are quite dandy. I guess this post is really about geese. GEESE. Jeez. If you go to parks, if you’ve gone to a lake, if you’ve gone outside, gracious, if you’ve seen a goose, you know what I’m on about. They are sleeze-buckets.
Not even sure what that meant, but look here. A child feeds a duck with the crusts of today’s half-eaten PB&J. Cute. The unwelcome crasher of this party, of this veritable storm of cuteness: the goose. NOT CUTE. Geese are selfish and bulky. They ALWAYS get in the way and eat the carbs that you chuck out to the nice ducks. You KNOW that duck has been waiting on that cheap enriched wheat flour white bread all flipping day long and for what? A freaking GOOSE to chow down on it instead? This is why I have goose rage.
And I used to be afraid of geese. Yeah, they can be scary, but I’ve found a method that works for me. You gotta be the man. I mean, I’m an average girl, but I’m the man. Walk up like you own the place. You basically do with your taxpayer dollars. You’re bringing the literal and figurative bread, so bring it. I walk up to a goose like I walk up to a Taco Bell. (Large and in charge.)
The hissing isn’t scary anymore. You just don’t back down. And I don’t. I just dance at them with my headphones like some kind of escapee from the happy house.
Here is the part where I pretend like I have a million devoted fans. Fake it ’til you make it, right?
Well, since I finally got my degree(s) in tow, now is a good time for me to get back on track doin’ the blogging thang.
Therefore you can expect:
You can not expect:
I guess I’m new to this, and I am indeed an English major currently enrolled in a creative writing class, but I just wanted a blog to talk about Sherlock or something (and I undoubtedly will later, don’t worry).
I knew I had stuff to say, but golly l didn’t expect all this poetry. I’ve probably written 5 poems in the last week; not all were posted, of course. And I’ve always appreciated poetry, but I never wrote that much of it myself. Geez Louise. I don’t know what the deal is but apparently a significant amount of bloggers do this too. I didn’t know there was such a big portion of bloggers that express themselves in poetry too.
I think it comes from writing love letters. I’ve written some pretty fantastic ones, in my own mind anyway. The words are like wine to me. I curl up with words like “darling” and “lovely.” They’re my favorites and they seriously affect me in a very tangible way. Right now, the only one I can write those to is Jesus, and I guess now, I could write them in poetry for anyone who will put up with them.
Drink on, poetry connoisseurs. I myself have opened another bottle.