Relationships Can Be Easy

First I'd like to say Merry Christmas!

Now I know that this is a weird topic to bring about on Christmas but something happened between me and this guy I'm completely head over heels for. It's been like this for a year but because I can't share my feelings he doesn't know. And I don't plan on telling him. I've watched relationships around me. Most of them are anything but exemplary but there are some things I found out.

Relationships are hard. They're hard with friends, best friends, potential friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, relationships with parents, or sisters. What's constantly drilled into the head of society is that communication is a must. It is. I believe that with all my heart. However, what I think is key, mandatory, realistic, however you want to look at it it is very very important that a couple must make each other fall in love with themselves everyday. This idea was confirmed when I saw 50 First Dates. Even though the woman suffered from Memory Loss every day Adam Sandler's character was forced to try over and over again to make her fall in love. It was a sacrifice for him yes, and though they didn't dwell on it she had a sacrifice as well. The couple had to remake their magic that made them fall in love with each other in the first place. I'm not suggesting that with this idea that not all couples are never going to fight. I have an inkling that it's more likely than one thinks but I think working through it without words that hurt. I think that there are relationships out there that are like this. Consider this a congratulations. I hope the love that brought you together will keep thriving in you for the rest of your time together.

Christmas Eve

Ah Christmas Eve. I love this time of year. Especially watching my little brothers constantly run to my side so that I can show them where Santa is thanks to NORADSANTA.COM. Aaron wants to go to bed right now so that Santa will come. After all he is in Virginia as I type. I myself has finished all the Christmas shopping I can afford at this time. The best news is that I started and finished all in one day. Haha. However, I wasn't at all the type of customer that I got while working this Christmas Season because it drove me Banana Sandwich. I know that it's not what Christmas is about but I do love to see my family open the gifts that I got them. So I wish you all a Merry Christmas. Santa is now in Indiana and I have the Christmas story to read brought to me by Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Good Night!

Associate Rant

So I'm a little disappointed in myself. I'll tell you why. My favorite season is fall. I love watching the colors of the leaves turn colors and watching them fall off the trees. I love the weather. I know weird who likes wind rain and cold...but that's me. My most favorite holiday of the year is and always will be Thanksgiving. However, Christmas doesn't fall far from it. What I'm upset about is the fact that I am slowly starting to lose my Christmas Spirit and I know that it all comes down to this...retail. Yes retail. I honestly don't think that I can consciously enjoy Christmas anymore because of retail. I work at a book store. Why? To share my passion for reading. This year I have gotten yelled at, books thrown out, called a warm bodied woman (even though myself and other people have yet to figure out what that means) and talked to like I was retarded. All because A) I couldn't find their book due to the fact that HELLO!!! it's three days till Christmas genius. B) I tried to give them a bigger discount on a book Yes that's right A BIGGER DISCOUNT! C) I didn't have anymore religious children's Christmas books because of our pagan rituals blah blah blah blah. In all honesty I'm there to find your product and if we don't have it I can order. The fact that you WAITED until the very end to get your gift is not my fault. SO STOP THROWING, YELLING, and CALLING ME NAMES.

I know it shouldn't matter much but Christmas is important to me and I want to keep the spirit. Hope your Christmas's are all well!

Right isn't always Right

Today is a great day for me. I got my cast off and I consider this a blessing. I was afraid I'd never have my right hand back again. Don't remember how I obtained this injury? That's ok I barely touched on it from my ABOUT ME spot. I was at the soccer field at college getting ready to play with the guys and very few girls in my class. Me; being the aggressive, unstoppable, and what I thought was invincible and decided to play keeper. I had played previously for the class and which ever team I was on felt overly confident. Which of course increased my ego :) One of the more skilled players on the team took a shot approximately ten feet from my right post. I stuck my hand out blocking the shot but it hurt. So for about a month and a half I just put up with my pain in the wrist. One day at work I was ringing up a customer and I felt intense pain lifting her purchase. My co-worker (Who was insistant on my visiting the Doctor) told me that if I didn't go he'd take me. So la-di-dah I drove to the ER got some weird wrist guard took xrays and such and due to the inflammation couldn't tell if it was broken. So two weeks later I go back redo the xrays and tada broken! In which case I argued with the Doctor about whether or not it was broken. He proceeded to tell me that he was the one with the PhD and so I ceased. While the lady wrapped my wrist I tried to convince her that I didn't need it and ignored her question of what color do I want. I never answered...so she chose...pink :P ugh! Two weeks later I had to go back in and get new xrays in which I convinced the doctor to give me a smaller cast that didn't go past the elbow...and chose blue ;). But now...two weeks later I have my right hand back. There is still pain but I think it's due to sore muscles. After all they haven't been doing much while they were in there. Yes I still played soccer with the broken wrist. I did fall. I did roll. I did get back up and keep playing.

I did have a little fun with the whole cast thing. I tried my creativity by giving everyone who asked a different story about how it happened. From skydiving, bungee jumping, boulder leaping, to fight club, bar fights, rescue stories and even being clumsy. What was interesting though was that I never realized how much I need my right hand. It is the dominant hand but if I was ever to lose it I would be in a lot of trouble. So I practiced writing with my left hand and I must say I have gotten pretty good at it. I just have to keep practicing...and Keep Moving Forward

Slightly More Than A Little Irritated

So basically this is my first blog-thing. I'd just like to point out that though I've technically had this blog for almost a month now the fact that this is my first one has everything to do with the one question that frustrated me out of this entire idea. "How in the world does one follow a blog?" Yes I did know that I didn't need to become a follower to become a writer however I did need inspiration and ideas on how to put what's on my mind on paper...er...well in font I suppose. I'm not a journalist. I'm not a poet, and sometimes I try to convince myself that I am a writer. I have taken many courses on writing and have received high marks as well as suggestions to strive to be a writer I don't know if at this time I should do so. In fact, the whole reason why I have this blog is because my Aunt (my most favorite one, but don't tell because I'll have 10+ who may not be offended but may wonder as to how it happened) had read many of my stories while she was visiting Sacramento. I believe she was visiting the Capital so that she may attend a discussion on adoption\foster houses and their parents. She also said that perhaps this was the best way I could keep in contact with her eldest sons. Ha so here I am. Not as irritated anymore, slightly still frustrated because I couldn't figure this thing out right off the bat...but stepping up to the plate...and still moving forward