Saturday, May 26, 2012
The One Where We Stayed at the Steamboat Inn, Lancaster PA
So apparently I never share the tales of my adventures – that’s because what you call adventure I call everyday life! :P just kidding, I don’t have many adventures and if I do they are brief and probably only exciting to me – but to appease my readers I will divulge on my everyday life :P 
I’ve traveled the state of Pennsylvania quite a bit this semester and every time we drive through Lancaster we see the Fulton Steamboat Inn and want to stay. But Reeb has some friends in Lancaster so when we have a show near there we usually stay with them. However, this past Monday we left Holly’s and stayed at the Steamboat Inn for a night! 
We lugged all our stuff in and then went exploring. And by exploring I mean we walked the halls taking pictures like creepers. 
You can see Reeb creeping on the left 
Never Ending Hallway of Doom 
My favorite was the free cookies in the lobby – I grabbed one every time I walked by so I ate like four cookies – and I wanted some for dessert but when we went out for dinner they were gone :/ 
There was a rubber duck living in the bathroom – so of course, I stole him and he now lives with his friends on the dashboard. 
To complete the night we walked across the street to Olive Garden and feasted on chicken alfredo and breadsticks. Then went back to the room and watched Star Trek. Yes, I embarrassingly watched Star Trek, and liked it – I feel like a complete dork. 
And this is my life. :P
Sunday, May 20, 2012
The Happy Mother's Day Post
Well my dad got a post so I figured my mom should too – and as the Father’s day post was early it’s fitting that this is late.
This is my mom, and the handsome guy holding on to her is the dad. :)
My mom is … a mom. I feel like that should be a professional title – and it shouldn’t be applied to all mothers but my mom is definitely a professional mom (except the being paid for it – unless hugs are a form of payment?). Even a lot of the people she works with call her mom.
If I thought it was hard to describe my dad my mom is even worse – at least with Dad you get can get a picture (big intimidating military guy with gray hair who grunts and seems scary but is actually a friendly giant). But mom can be even more complicated than dad.
My mom is a pretty amazing woman. I know she has her faults and no mom is perfect but she’s my mom and I wouldn’t trade her for anything. Even people who aren’t family or really friends love her. … unless you’re a boyfriend/girlfriend/ or”bad influence” of one of her kids you’d agree that she is super sweet, kind, and … amazing.
In my recent travels I’ve had the opportunity of staying at the house of one my mom’s friends. As we were talking one night during dinner she said to me “one of the things that’s so great about your mother is she’s a true Christian. I’ve come into contact with a lot of fake Christians but not your mom, she’s real.” Which is an accurate depiction. She truly loves people, even if she doesn’t agree with them or if they’re getting on her nerves or even like them, still she loves them. And she’s full of second chances (and third and fourths). Probably stemming from dealing with eleven frustrating kids. It was one of the coolest things to hear.
I wish I knew her before she was ‘the mom’ – I’m betting she was pretty wild, she’d almost have to be to marry my dad! Just kidding, … but not really. I know she sought adventure and lived for the thrill of life, still does but her idea of adventure and thrill has significantly changed. Hmm I’ll have to think of ways to divulge her high school/ navy / dating dad, escapades.
Anyways my mom is kind.
She hates saying no and usually avoids it by saying ‘I don’t KNOW about that’ or “hmm maybe” or ‘we’ll have to see’ or ‘go ask your dad’ or ‘I’m not so sure that’s a good idea’ or ‘ how about this instead’ or by claiming to not hear the question or remember that the conversation ever took place. And if you put enough pressure or give enough quality reasons she’ll usually cave. Unless it’s something ridiculous like buying me a car when I got my drivers license (I was quite persistent though).
If you’re in need she will give you the shirt off her back, figuratively because she’s usually got a change of clothes in her car so if you needed a shirt she’d give you that one. She’ll always say ‘ok but just this once’ or claim that she’ll ‘never again’ help someone that’s used her – but she does. She’s always helping out.
Her car is always a mess. She is a pack rat. She never throws anything away and is always collecting more stuff. She will talk to anyone about anything! She is an awesome cook. And I’m picky. (sometimes she even makes a separate dish for me without gross stuff.) She is a workaholic. She loves games. She loves her shows. It takes her forever to read a book! She dances in the kitchen. If you call that dancing :P She gives the best hugs. (ask anybody). She lets me mess up her hair. She laughs a lot. She loves talking on the phone – and does it loudly. She loves talking. She’ll agree to do something to help out even if she really doesn’t want to. She’s funny. She’s silly. Her favorite gift is an afghan – so if you got married or had a baby and you didn’t get a gift it’s because she’s still making it (she’s quite a few blankets behind). She’s a procrastinator. A night owl. She is a dysfunctional organizer (meaning she loves to organize and be organized but her desk and room is always a mess.) She’s honest – even when she loses out when correcting the mistake. She is a coffee fiend.
She is one of a kind. Be jealous.
This is my mom, and the handsome guy holding on to her is the dad. :)
My mom is … a mom. I feel like that should be a professional title – and it shouldn’t be applied to all mothers but my mom is definitely a professional mom (except the being paid for it – unless hugs are a form of payment?). Even a lot of the people she works with call her mom.
If I thought it was hard to describe my dad my mom is even worse – at least with Dad you get can get a picture (big intimidating military guy with gray hair who grunts and seems scary but is actually a friendly giant). But mom can be even more complicated than dad.
My mom is a pretty amazing woman. I know she has her faults and no mom is perfect but she’s my mom and I wouldn’t trade her for anything. Even people who aren’t family or really friends love her. … unless you’re a boyfriend/girlfriend/ or”bad influence” of one of her kids you’d agree that she is super sweet, kind, and … amazing.
In my recent travels I’ve had the opportunity of staying at the house of one my mom’s friends. As we were talking one night during dinner she said to me “one of the things that’s so great about your mother is she’s a true Christian. I’ve come into contact with a lot of fake Christians but not your mom, she’s real.” Which is an accurate depiction. She truly loves people, even if she doesn’t agree with them or if they’re getting on her nerves or even like them, still she loves them. And she’s full of second chances (and third and fourths). Probably stemming from dealing with eleven frustrating kids. It was one of the coolest things to hear.
I wish I knew her before she was ‘the mom’ – I’m betting she was pretty wild, she’d almost have to be to marry my dad! Just kidding, … but not really. I know she sought adventure and lived for the thrill of life, still does but her idea of adventure and thrill has significantly changed. Hmm I’ll have to think of ways to divulge her high school/ navy / dating dad, escapades.
Anyways my mom is kind.
She hates saying no and usually avoids it by saying ‘I don’t KNOW about that’ or “hmm maybe” or ‘we’ll have to see’ or ‘go ask your dad’ or ‘I’m not so sure that’s a good idea’ or ‘ how about this instead’ or by claiming to not hear the question or remember that the conversation ever took place. And if you put enough pressure or give enough quality reasons she’ll usually cave. Unless it’s something ridiculous like buying me a car when I got my drivers license (I was quite persistent though).
If you’re in need she will give you the shirt off her back, figuratively because she’s usually got a change of clothes in her car so if you needed a shirt she’d give you that one. She’ll always say ‘ok but just this once’ or claim that she’ll ‘never again’ help someone that’s used her – but she does. She’s always helping out.
Her car is always a mess. She is a pack rat. She never throws anything away and is always collecting more stuff. She will talk to anyone about anything! She is an awesome cook. And I’m picky. (sometimes she even makes a separate dish for me without gross stuff.) She is a workaholic. She loves games. She loves her shows. It takes her forever to read a book! She dances in the kitchen. If you call that dancing :P She gives the best hugs. (ask anybody). She lets me mess up her hair. She laughs a lot. She loves talking on the phone – and does it loudly. She loves talking. She’ll agree to do something to help out even if she really doesn’t want to. She’s funny. She’s silly. Her favorite gift is an afghan – so if you got married or had a baby and you didn’t get a gift it’s because she’s still making it (she’s quite a few blankets behind). She’s a procrastinator. A night owl. She is a dysfunctional organizer (meaning she loves to organize and be organized but her desk and room is always a mess.) She’s honest – even when she loses out when correcting the mistake. She is a coffee fiend.
She is one of a kind. Be jealous.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Lazy Days of ... Life.
I will be the first to admit that I am lazy. I love this job because I don’t have anything to do. I mean sure, I have to set up shows and drive and take care of van issues and call ins and monthlies but compared to being swamped with homework and paperwork I’m all, “I have no reason to wake up.”
This is both a good thing and a bad thing. A good thing because my life is stress free, bad because I waste my days away. It’s Saturday, I have no reason to roll out of bed, no reason to get dressed, no reason to not spend hours online, no reason to put the book down, and no reason to exhort effort.
We’ve been staying with one of my mom’s friends quite a bit lately and she’s in her 50s I believe, and she is super busy. She always has plans and dates, she’s always saying “You girls are on your own tonight, I’m going to a concert.” Or going to NYC, or whatever she happens to be doing, “what do you have planned?” And Rebekah and I look at each other, both sitting on the couch with our computers watching a movie and surfing the web, “this is about it.”
I like the quiet life and simplicity of it all. Don’t get me wrong I like to go out and do things – but I like lounging about as well. I like not HAVING to do stuff.
Rainy Days
I know I’ve said it before but I really do love the occasional rainy day. It gives me the perfect excuse to sit around drinking hot liquids, watch movies, and lay around reading. … not that I really need an excuse because I do it all the time anyways. Currently I’m huddled in my pj’s with a cup of tea watching Tangled as the rain drops run down the window. And waiting for brownies to bake.
I love this movie, and not just because she’s got blonde hair and a purple dress. I love that she’s in search of her dream, in search of adventure – and that her dream doesn’t include a dude until after she realizes that he’s pretty cool. So once again I’m on the subject of dreams and goals for my life. Or the lack there of. So what are your dreams for the future? For next month? For next year? The next five years?
I love this movie, and not just because she’s got blonde hair and a purple dress. I love that she’s in search of her dream, in search of adventure – and that her dream doesn’t include a dude until after she realizes that he’s pretty cool. So once again I’m on the subject of dreams and goals for my life. Or the lack there of. So what are your dreams for the future? For next month? For next year? The next five years?
Friday, April 20, 2012
Writing.
I love writing. But I’m not a fan of finishing. I have so many blog and story ideas that will never develop into anything. I have the beginning of many blogs and stories that will never transpire into anything. My computer is littered with possible blogs that I’ve never put the polishing edits – or endings to. A lot of it has to deal with being distracted and not being able to recapture the moment I was in when I started writing. But it’s more that I’m my biggest critic. When I start writing I realize how dumb I sound, or how silly the post is, or how ridiculous and I just save it for later. Most of the posts on this blog are one’s I’ve written and posted right away so I don’t change my mind. This is one of the reasons they need a lot of editing (another reason is because I can’t spell and hate grammar). So all this to say it’s not that I don’t write blogs – it’s that I don’t post blogs.
Happy Friday. :)
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Headache Cures
Today I had a headache.
I tend to get horrible headaches; mind crunching, teeth scraping, agonizing migraines. I blame my mom. They come in different ways; it can be a dull ache, sharp pain, steady throb, intense pressure. It’s hard to describe the pain besides excruciating. Noise doesn’t bother me (unless it’s a sudden interruption of quiet) but light is like driving a javelin through my eye sockets. Especially when I’m driving at night, riding in a car with a headache is nauseous enough but headlights are unbearable. Try shining 4100 lumens of raw light power* in your eyes and slamming your head against concrete.
However, I have some tried and true cures to MY headaches
1. Caffeine (tea, coffee, soda, my favorite is a frappe because it has the ice element)
2. Ice cream (any flavor (coffee bonus) any form: cone, cup, milk shake)
3. Chocolate (any flavor any form (coffee ice cream with chocolate syrup))
4. Food (sometimes when I don’t eat I get headaches)
5. Drugs
6. Shower/ bath (hot or cold, mix of both p.s this is my dad’s cure all :P)
7. Running (if it’s a dull ache and I can run through the pain it usually goes away by the end)
8. Ice pack to the head (usually while laying on the couch)
9. Distractions (reading, movie, friends, funny YouTube videos, something that makes me smile)
If all else fails SLEEP! Cures it every time, and I mean real sleep not a bogus 30-minute nap, usually curled up in a ball with a cold compression attached to my head and my brain screaming out in misery, cursing my existence. In addition, don’t expect me to make sense, my speech becomes even more muddled and incomprehensible. I can listen to conversations but don’t expect me to participate, also I tend to forget and lose things. Basically if I have a headache, I get extremely discombobulated.
*This is the world’s brightest flashlight; it can melt plastic, burn paper, cook eggs, and toast marshmallows just so you know
I tend to get horrible headaches; mind crunching, teeth scraping, agonizing migraines. I blame my mom. They come in different ways; it can be a dull ache, sharp pain, steady throb, intense pressure. It’s hard to describe the pain besides excruciating. Noise doesn’t bother me (unless it’s a sudden interruption of quiet) but light is like driving a javelin through my eye sockets. Especially when I’m driving at night, riding in a car with a headache is nauseous enough but headlights are unbearable. Try shining 4100 lumens of raw light power* in your eyes and slamming your head against concrete.
However, I have some tried and true cures to MY headaches
1. Caffeine (tea, coffee, soda, my favorite is a frappe because it has the ice element)
2. Ice cream (any flavor (coffee bonus) any form: cone, cup, milk shake)
3. Chocolate (any flavor any form (coffee ice cream with chocolate syrup))
4. Food (sometimes when I don’t eat I get headaches)
5. Drugs
6. Shower/ bath (hot or cold, mix of both p.s this is my dad’s cure all :P)
7. Running (if it’s a dull ache and I can run through the pain it usually goes away by the end)
8. Ice pack to the head (usually while laying on the couch)
9. Distractions (reading, movie, friends, funny YouTube videos, something that makes me smile)
If all else fails SLEEP! Cures it every time, and I mean real sleep not a bogus 30-minute nap, usually curled up in a ball with a cold compression attached to my head and my brain screaming out in misery, cursing my existence. In addition, don’t expect me to make sense, my speech becomes even more muddled and incomprehensible. I can listen to conversations but don’t expect me to participate, also I tend to forget and lose things. Basically if I have a headache, I get extremely discombobulated.
*This is the world’s brightest flashlight; it can melt plastic, burn paper, cook eggs, and toast marshmallows just so you know
Friday, March 9, 2012
Conundrum
I don’t know what to do with my life. My contract is up in May / June and I’m undecided as to whether I want to apply for another year or not. Usually my decisions are based on somebody else deciding for me, or bubble gumming it (or train#9). This being one of the bigger life decisions I’ve decided to ask you reader(s) to carefully review my pro & cons list and add your perspective.
Camfel
Pros
- A paying job
- Free rent & food & insurance
- I get to travel
- Varity
- No set schedule
- Easy, somewhat boring life
- I like setting up
- Random days off
- Meeting new people
- No real worries or deadlines
- I’d have another year to work on my ‘camfel’ goals
- Most hotels usually have a fitness room (not that I always use it)
Cons
- I miss my friends
- I can’t have a ‘real’ life
- I miss belonging to a church
- I miss real food.
- I’m tired of living out of van/suit case.
- I don’t want to HAVE to drive.
- I could end up with a crappy partner
- I could end up in LA again
- It’s another year away from my psych stuff
- Not paying to do laundry
Not Camfel
pros
- I can have a life (sort of)
- Friends
- Family
- I’d be able to find a more scheduled job … hopefully
- I could find a psych related job
- I could possibly find a higher paying job
- I’d be able to cook and bake real food
- pets
- church family
- run the lane
cons
- Back to job hunting
- I have to pay for gas/insurance/food
- No guarantee that I can find a job
- I’d have to decide where to live
- I could end up merchandizing again
- having an even worse job
- Back to crappy internet
Do you have anything that to add that will help me decide? Based on numbers alone it looks like another year with Camfel…
Camfel
Pros
- A paying job
- Free rent & food & insurance
- I get to travel
- Varity
- No set schedule
- Easy, somewhat boring life
- I like setting up
- Random days off
- Meeting new people
- No real worries or deadlines
- I’d have another year to work on my ‘camfel’ goals
- Most hotels usually have a fitness room (not that I always use it)
Cons
- I miss my friends
- I can’t have a ‘real’ life
- I miss belonging to a church
- I miss real food.
- I’m tired of living out of van/suit case.
- I don’t want to HAVE to drive.
- I could end up with a crappy partner
- I could end up in LA again
- It’s another year away from my psych stuff
- Not paying to do laundry
Not Camfel
pros
- I can have a life (sort of)
- Friends
- Family
- I’d be able to find a more scheduled job … hopefully
- I could find a psych related job
- I could possibly find a higher paying job
- I’d be able to cook and bake real food
- pets
- church family
- run the lane
cons
- Back to job hunting
- I have to pay for gas/insurance/food
- No guarantee that I can find a job
- I’d have to decide where to live
- I could end up merchandizing again
- having an even worse job
- Back to crappy internet
Do you have anything that to add that will help me decide? Based on numbers alone it looks like another year with Camfel…
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