Same gift as the last 27 years Dad, hope today was great!
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Broken Knives and Things I Don’t Want to Do
Ever have
one of those days where you break off the tip of a knife opening a can of
pineapple juice because your roommate took the sweet church key can opener
thingy when she moved and you really need pineapple juice because your throat
is so sore you can’t eat solid food and Google said to eat marshmallows and
drink pineapple juice (seriously, who does that work for?) so you’re just
trying to get some freaking relief and consume actual calories but now you’re a
little leery of drinking said juice because it probably has knife shards in it?
That’s my
day. Oh and I’m trying to do laundry/pack/organize for our mini-vacation that
we’re leaving on tomorrow, but all I really want to do is take a cold shower
and finish A Dance With Dragons, the
5th Game of Thrones book so I can know what REALLY happened when my
brother Conor describes the season finale of the show and about how “awesome”
it is when in reality the show has completely deviated from the book thus
deeming the on screen version of Game of Thrones nearly unwatchable. (Screw
you, HBO. Oh and screw you too George R.R. Martin for killing Ned Stark AND Jon
Snow!)
So here I
am, not packing, waiting for laundry to dry and making mental notes of
everything that I need to bring. And trying to drink all this pineapple juice
so my throat will stop feeling scratchy. Lord knows I’m not stuffing my face
full of marshmallows unless they are slightly toasted; sandwiched between
chocolate and graham crackers and frankly, that’s too much effort at this
moment in time.
Here’s my
list so far…
Kitchen Aid
Mixer. Check.
Why yes I regularly
travel with my mixer, Ron Weasley is his name. Because he’s this awesome burnt
orange color and I got him when my Aunt Teri got a new one. So a redhead AND a
hand-me-down, obviously a Weasley.
Jack
Daniels. Check.
Hello, have we met?
Duh
Eleventy-Billion
Transformers. Ughhhh really? Ok fine,
check.
Because Tuck can’t leave home without stuffing his pockets and
possibly also a backpack with Transformers. Will they get jealous if we
take just one with us to drive the 5 miles to Grandma’s house? Do they miss
you? I honestly don’t think I’ve been anywhere in the last 3 years without
Optimus Prime tagging along. Our family pictures should include at least
Optimus, Bumblebee and Megatron, because all normal families have at least one
or two Autobot Aliens right?
We leave
tomorrow? Plenty of time..
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Introductions? Yea I’m bad at those
So as the title states, I’m kind of bad at introductions. In
most situations I just jump in and deal with names and logistics later. I’m
that girl who will complement another girl in the bathroom of a bar and an hour
later we’re having drinks like BFF’s, taking selfies without bothering with
last names or criminal history.
But I’ll try to be better here since this is the internet
and I can’t see all of your to tell you I like your haircut or ask where you
got that jacket. (I have an intense
jacket problem. I could probably go to AA meetings for the amount of jackets I
have.)
My name is Cal. Not my full name, we’re not that good of
friends just yet. I live in rural Nebraska with my five year old son Tucker.
Summer 2014
Things I love:
Tucker
My
family and friends
Jesus
Whiskey
Reading
Books
Baking
(literally every day)
Hilarious
shenanigans with my friends
Sleeping
with windows open
Saving
a million dollars by shopping at Goodwill
I need an outlet for all of the 689,334 things that are
constantly running through my head. (Sharing
my life with the internet is good for that right?) We’ll see in 6 months if
I am blissfully de-stressed from unloading my thoughts and opinions to the
masses or suffering from PTSD due to my insecurities and failure.
So here we go, may the odds be ever in my favor.
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