Today was my first official day cashiering at my first job (I'm not telling where, don't come watch me). It was actually a lot easier than they make it sound in training. I'll be relieved when I finally memorize all these numbers though. People act like I'm torturing them if I have to look up the code for their dragonfruit. No really creepy guys bought condoms from me or anything. Just a whole bunch of Blue Bell ice cream and wine coolers. What else can I tell you? It's a job. It brings in the mullah and it isn't prostitution. There isn't any job where you won't ever have to deal with stupid people, so I'm not going to complain. I did have this guy ask, "Girl, you be on Facebook?" and that made me chuckle a little bit. My favorite thing about the job? Putting the WIC vouchers and checks in the machine so it can do it's little printer thingy to them! It's SO cool! All the people training with me were laughing cause I got excited, but come on! Technology man! That's cool stuff! Second favorite thing is that the register tells you the exact amount of bills and change to give back! You just have to be able to count to 10 and you're golden. It's so great!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
The small stuff...
The little things tend to overwhelm me, sometimes in good ways and
sometimes in bad, but I'd like to focus on the good ones because I feel
like I generally take them for granted...
Thing#3's laugh when I tickle her.
Thing#2's weird thing where he has to kiss both your cheeks like he's from England.
Those hugs where you're both holding on so tight and don't want to let go. You just stand there in silence, but it feels like the moment couldn't last long enough. Especially if you're saying goodbye for however many months and I know these hugs all too well.
Perfect, 73 degree days, with small breezes interspersed, sunny, but not burning.
Windows rolled down, a song comes on at the exact moment and explains what you're feeling perfectly and you sing at the top of your lungs.
Baby animals.
Good morning text messages, especially from the boy you like.
Oversized sweat shirts that you can just hang out in and not care at all.
Sweat pants. Yes.
Driving alone, long straight-aways on a country road, night or day, just solitude.
Getting a good grade on a test that you totally thought you failed.
People liking your actual personality.
Walking alone, praying, in silence, just the wind to accompany you.
Finally peeing after you've been holding it for hours in the car.
The sound of the shutter going off. Lightning fast.
The way guys smell when they have cologne on. Oh my!
Randomly breaking out in song and your friends spontaneously joining you.
Protective friends that threaten to beat up anyone that hurts you.
Waking up in the morning to the sun coming up and everyone else being asleep.
Taking off your bra at the end of the day.
Random people asking how you're doing and waving.
Small towns. After growing up here, I think it's so cute and cool when everyone knows each other wherever you go.
Visiting places you've never been before and just being.
A long awaited reuniting.
The "I've missed you more than you could ever understand" hug.
Hating things everyone else pretends to love...
The first day wearing shorts and short sleeves after it's been cold and the first day wearing a jacket after it's been warm.
Inside jokes.
People playing with your hair.
Bed after a really strenuous day.
Naps that just fall over you.
Working for consecutive hours on stuff that really must get done, and not moving, but feeling really accomplished when you finally get everything done.
Telling someone how you really, really feel.
Getting stuff off your chest.
Losing yourself in a book and finishing it in a day.
Remembering something that you had forgotten, but that you were really trying to remember (even though it's usually a day later when you don't need to know it).
Changes for the good.
Curling your hair to make you feel like a real woman ;)
Being accidentally ditzy and people laughing at you.
People calling you "the blonde."
Instagramming your life away.
Amazing and unique hashtags.
Sweet tea (from the south, cause those crazies up north just don't understand).
Northern BBQ
Indiana. Country. The snowy Christmas days. Field after field of corn and the way it's in those rows and looks awesome when you pass by it in a car.
Old people gossiping on front porches.
Babies...Oh, how I love babies!
Sour gummy worms!!!
Popping your back when it hurts.
A/C. Oh my goodness...one of the greatest inventions ever, especially when you live in the blisteringly hot south.
Pretty handwriting.
Cute old people.
Boys that think you're funny and make you laugh too.
When you're upset and someone seriously tells you everything will be all right.
Not knowing you want to be friends with someone until they barge into your life and become your best friend on accident.
Smelling amazing.
Having literally nothing that you need to do.
Basking in the sun...I can only do this for about 2 minutes though until I just end up getting burnt to a crisp.
Kids/friends falling asleep on you.
Sleeping in someones arms.
Cuddling. Hands-down, one of the best things ever.
Thing#3 using "ask" & "tell" wrong
Doing Yoga.
Making unexpected friends.
The way my mom always knows where my phone is when I lose it, which is very frequently...
Coffee, of course...
Holding little kid's hand...(Not just random children, mind you. I prefer ones that I know and like.)
Office supplies, especially, but not limited to, amazing pens and mechanical pencils
The perfect song...
Making lists of things you love that couldn't possibly fit everything...
Thing#3's laugh when I tickle her.
Thing#2's weird thing where he has to kiss both your cheeks like he's from England.
Those hugs where you're both holding on so tight and don't want to let go. You just stand there in silence, but it feels like the moment couldn't last long enough. Especially if you're saying goodbye for however many months and I know these hugs all too well.
Perfect, 73 degree days, with small breezes interspersed, sunny, but not burning.
Windows rolled down, a song comes on at the exact moment and explains what you're feeling perfectly and you sing at the top of your lungs.
Baby animals.
Good morning text messages, especially from the boy you like.
Oversized sweat shirts that you can just hang out in and not care at all.
Sweat pants. Yes.
Driving alone, long straight-aways on a country road, night or day, just solitude.
Getting a good grade on a test that you totally thought you failed.
People liking your actual personality.
Walking alone, praying, in silence, just the wind to accompany you.
Finally peeing after you've been holding it for hours in the car.
The sound of the shutter going off. Lightning fast.
The way guys smell when they have cologne on. Oh my!
Randomly breaking out in song and your friends spontaneously joining you.
Protective friends that threaten to beat up anyone that hurts you.
Waking up in the morning to the sun coming up and everyone else being asleep.
Taking off your bra at the end of the day.
Random people asking how you're doing and waving.
Small towns. After growing up here, I think it's so cute and cool when everyone knows each other wherever you go.
Visiting places you've never been before and just being.
A long awaited reuniting.
The "I've missed you more than you could ever understand" hug.
Hating things everyone else pretends to love...
The first day wearing shorts and short sleeves after it's been cold and the first day wearing a jacket after it's been warm.
Inside jokes.
People playing with your hair.
Bed after a really strenuous day.
Naps that just fall over you.
Working for consecutive hours on stuff that really must get done, and not moving, but feeling really accomplished when you finally get everything done.
Telling someone how you really, really feel.
Getting stuff off your chest.
Losing yourself in a book and finishing it in a day.
Remembering something that you had forgotten, but that you were really trying to remember (even though it's usually a day later when you don't need to know it).
Changes for the good.
Curling your hair to make you feel like a real woman ;)
Being accidentally ditzy and people laughing at you.
People calling you "the blonde."
Instagramming your life away.
Amazing and unique hashtags.
Sweet tea (from the south, cause those crazies up north just don't understand).
Northern BBQ
Indiana. Country. The snowy Christmas days. Field after field of corn and the way it's in those rows and looks awesome when you pass by it in a car.
Old people gossiping on front porches.
Babies...Oh, how I love babies!
Sour gummy worms!!!
Popping your back when it hurts.
A/C. Oh my goodness...one of the greatest inventions ever, especially when you live in the blisteringly hot south.
Pretty handwriting.
Cute old people.
Boys that think you're funny and make you laugh too.
When you're upset and someone seriously tells you everything will be all right.
Not knowing you want to be friends with someone until they barge into your life and become your best friend on accident.
Smelling amazing.
Having literally nothing that you need to do.
Basking in the sun...I can only do this for about 2 minutes though until I just end up getting burnt to a crisp.
Kids/friends falling asleep on you.
Sleeping in someones arms.
Cuddling. Hands-down, one of the best things ever.
Thing#3 using "ask" & "tell" wrong
Doing Yoga.
Making unexpected friends.
The way my mom always knows where my phone is when I lose it, which is very frequently...
Coffee, of course...
Holding little kid's hand...(Not just random children, mind you. I prefer ones that I know and like.)
Office supplies, especially, but not limited to, amazing pens and mechanical pencils
The perfect song...
Making lists of things you love that couldn't possibly fit everything...
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Graduation just got real folks...
It's really crazy to me if I start thinking about it. My best friend
is graduating at the end of this week and I just finished my first year
of college. It feels like just the other day we were still unsure about
boys. Wait, sorry, that actually was the other day. Still though, I
remember when being freshman in highschool seemed like a big deal. Now?
I'm addressing graduation announcements. Honestly, I was never one of
those kids who just loved highschool anyway, and I love college.
However, there's a certain realness to it now that all my friends are
graduating/have graduated and, in a couple weeks, I'll be walking in a
cap and gown. It's hard/absolutely terrifying to think that we're nearly
adults. We're the next generation and that should scare most people I'm
pretty sure. We're growing up and that's crazy to me. I guess I've kind
of been dreaming of this day for so long that it's weird to think it's
finally here. There's a certain nostalgia to it all.
I'm really pretty sure I'm going to bawl my eyes out while my best friend receives her diploma. It's going to become real to me that this phase of our lives is over. Heck, it's been over for me for a year and, yet, I'm just now coming to this realization. It's not even that I just love being a teenager, because my friends will tell you I don't like it at all. Being a grown up is just scary to me...So, here we stand, on the edge of adulthood. I never thought I'd be sad about this, but it's a good kind of sad, not a I-still-want-to-be-a-child kind of sad. Just a this-has-been-really-nice-while-it-lasted kind of sad...
I'm really pretty sure I'm going to bawl my eyes out while my best friend receives her diploma. It's going to become real to me that this phase of our lives is over. Heck, it's been over for me for a year and, yet, I'm just now coming to this realization. It's not even that I just love being a teenager, because my friends will tell you I don't like it at all. Being a grown up is just scary to me...So, here we stand, on the edge of adulthood. I never thought I'd be sad about this, but it's a good kind of sad, not a I-still-want-to-be-a-child kind of sad. Just a this-has-been-really-nice-while-it-lasted kind of sad...
Monday, May 6, 2013
Not so perfect...
There comes a time in one's life when you kind of just have to let go
of trying to be/act perfect. I think, for me, I've let different parts
of my perfectionistic ways go at different times in my life. Now, I'm
not saying that I'm not still a perfectionist, because if you saw me
writing a paper or even this post, you would realize that I am. Don't
get me wrong though, there are usually clothes strewn all over my room
and I'm terrible at vacuuming, so obviously it's not everything (I just
fixed this sentence about 5 times for instance).
You may be wondering why this topic is coming up, so we'll get right to that. I dropped my GPA a little bit this semester. At first, everything inside me cringed when I realized it had dropped some. Yeah, I'm one of those people that is super concerned with her own grades. However, as I started to complain to my best friend about my seeming failure, I realized how fickle and ridiculous I was being for getting so upset about it. As I put it to her, there are people starving in other countries, and I'm living my precious American college girl lifestyle complaining about a couple of B's. It's not that grades aren't important, because they are, but I did try this semester. I'll admit I took a few too many Pinterest/Facebook breaks, but I tried and it's a lesson learned for me. I set really high standards for myself and I'm still not totally okay with the B's, but life goes on and grades get forgotten. The grades don't define me, I make them. They aren't stamped on my forehead the rest of my life thank goodness.
So, yeah, I'm that girl that gets upset over a few not-so-satisfactory-to-her grades, but God's working on me. I'm having to realize that I'm not those grades, I'm who I am in Christ and that is more ultimate than anything else. We all need to believe that more and I'm praying we do.
You may be wondering why this topic is coming up, so we'll get right to that. I dropped my GPA a little bit this semester. At first, everything inside me cringed when I realized it had dropped some. Yeah, I'm one of those people that is super concerned with her own grades. However, as I started to complain to my best friend about my seeming failure, I realized how fickle and ridiculous I was being for getting so upset about it. As I put it to her, there are people starving in other countries, and I'm living my precious American college girl lifestyle complaining about a couple of B's. It's not that grades aren't important, because they are, but I did try this semester. I'll admit I took a few too many Pinterest/Facebook breaks, but I tried and it's a lesson learned for me. I set really high standards for myself and I'm still not totally okay with the B's, but life goes on and grades get forgotten. The grades don't define me, I make them. They aren't stamped on my forehead the rest of my life thank goodness.
So, yeah, I'm that girl that gets upset over a few not-so-satisfactory-to-her grades, but God's working on me. I'm having to realize that I'm not those grades, I'm who I am in Christ and that is more ultimate than anything else. We all need to believe that more and I'm praying we do.
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