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December 19, 2010

Julie and Julia

Okay, so the idea is definitely stolen from the movie Julie and Julia. If you haven't seen it, watch it. Even if you are a guy, grab a girl to watch it with you if your "man-card" must be protected. It is very clever and I found it inspirational. Maybe I am really deciding to do this challenge because my mother has the Food network up.

Next semester, when I am back into the swing of things, I am going to try to cook something different everyday. Of course I can already think of things that will get in the way of this challenge (D-now).

I really want to become a better cook. I mean, I know my way around a kitchen and I can follow a recipe. I just want to try to cook new things. Right now I am trying to see if I can find a "365 day cooking challenge" and just check off the list.

I'm blogging this because knowing me, I'll change my mind about wanting to do this (hello laziness). I really do like cooking but I also get exhausted by the end of the day and just eat popcorn (or make the boyfriend by me fast food). Also I want to try to get away from eating fast food; it is not helping my fight of keeping my girlish figure.

Maybe I will blog about my adventures in the kitchen, not the extent of Julie, but maybe once a week.

Maybe I won't do this challenge... although, I'd hate to make this entry a waste.

Any ideas, recipes, encouragement, flowers, would be great! :)

December 2, 2010

Self stirring mugs and bacon pillows...these are a few of my favorite things.

Usually, in my blogs I talk about what is going on in my life; however, my life is involving projects and finals. I just don't want to think about it right now. Solution: examine bazaar possible gifts my loved ones might receive if I become loopy enough from lack of sleep+ energy drink consumption.
Okay, I actually find this one useful. A self stirring mug! 




First of all, there seems to be this fad of being obsessed with zombies. While I normally try to stay away from anything that says "band wagon" on it, I decided that this was too weird to not share.
That's right, folks. We are even providing mints for those that will eat us. Or perhaps this is a prevention tactic some are using. If someone who is of the undead is telling you they are craving brains, just whip this sucker out and you will live another day.
Don't want to leave the vampire lovers out. That's right folks, pass on your creepy obsession to your babies.


  
I might get this for my boyfriend. He made a power-point of bacon when he was in seventh grade. Listen, I appreciate bacon as much as the next guy, but I don't think I am comfortable enough to start cuddling with a pillow version. I am just not ready for that commitment yet. Oh, in case you were wondering, this jewel costs $20.

You can't have bacon without eggs...or...egg




Sally: Hey Harry?
Harry: Yes Sally? 
Sally: What should I get my friend Bob for Christmas?
Harry: Well, Sally what is he like?
Sally: Well, Harry. He misses his childhood, has a sense of adventure, gets cold easily but hates it when he can't use his hands!
Harry: Sally, I have just the solution for you.... listen to me carefully.... Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Snuggies! 



Jewelry
I had to create a whole section for these lovelies...

Here is something for that special someone who is into ghetto-fabulous things.

Have a friend who is constantly complaining about their lack of 'fierceness?' Slap these babies on them and no one will be able to compete. Nothing says 'friendship' like ridiculous jewelry.



Here is a gift for a friend that loves tea way too much.


This puts a whole new meaning to 'saving your food.'



So folks, there you have it.  Why settle for something boring like books or movies, when you can show that you love your family through trashy jewelry and food-obsessed pillows? If you truly love your family, don't you think you should start thinking out of the box?


November 16, 2010

Ring by Spring

It seems that a ton of people are getting engaged right now, which is not that surprising because I am a college upperclassman. The people I know are no longer doing that whole one week puppy love thing.

 
On a side note... what exactly does "Ring by Spring" mean? What spring are they talking about? If there are no limitations on which spring it could be, then technically anyone could follow that saying; they may just have to wait a year for the next spring. I guess traditionally, people graduate in the spring. Although some people graduate in winter, or even in the summer. So I think if we want to be politically correct (which is something I'm DEEPLY concerned about).

 
This blog is actually not about engagements and happy couples. Well sort of. This is talking about the expectations of wives of the '50s. I found this treasure while facebook stakling someone. I hope they don't read this. That would be awkward.

Supposedly this was in a 1955 article of Housekeeping Monthly, it might be fake, but it's a good representation of how things have changed.



  • Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.  
  • Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
  • Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
  • Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
  • During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
  • Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
  • Be happy to see him.
  • Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
  • Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
  • Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
  • Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
  • Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
  • Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
  • Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
  • A good wife always knows her place.

Comments are not necessary for this one. The humor is found within the article. All I have to say is, no wonder the '60s happened.

 


 

 

 

November 9, 2010

With Every Season...

With the risk of sounding like every other college student out there, I feel like I am in this perpetual state of sleepiness. I am sleeping a regular 6-8 hours every night so I am not entirely sure why. I guess college is just meant to be exhausting, which is probably why the average age of college students is between 18-22 years of age..That and the whole going right out of high school thing. I got my schedule for next semester (three reading, an education, and an elementary music class). I only have a year and a half left and than I have to actually look for a real career. That terrifies me. Okay, this blog is really making me sound like a normal college student, which is something I try to avoid at all costs. Wait.... wanting to be different than everyone else is what everyone else is trying to do too! Oh no!! I am actually normal?! What has college done to me?

After I graduate from college, I will no longer be dependent on my parents. At all and that terrifies me as well. Okay, as I am typing this I realize that there is a verse that covers all of this anxiousness I am feeling. So before I carry on....
Matthew 6: 25-34
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?



“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?  So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Sometimes I get annoyed when people throw bible verses at me. (You aren't allowed to get offended, this is my blog...I say what I want and I want to be honest).  I appreciate the thought because verses can really help but it is also good to talk about what you are going through.

Basically, I read this verse, and I have read it before, but I need to really believe it. I believe what it says is true but actually applying it to my life is the difficult part. I am on the verge/ have been in the midst of a whole lot of change. If you know me at all, you know that I appreciate the consistency in my life and I struggle every time there is change. So it is something I need to pray about/ need prayer on- being content wherever God puts me.

November 3, 2010

Advice from 4th graders

Last year a graduate from Hardin-Simmons who now teaches at Wylie had her students become pen pals with some college students. It was a big hit so she is doing it again and my reading class got chosen. So here are four letters filled with advice from Wylie fourth graders (no editing will be added). 

Dear Future Teacher,

When you are a teacher I hope you are nice to your studetns like our teacher is. I don't think you should give homework on Wednesdays. I think that you shold make learning fun like instead of paper use dry erase boardsto save trees, and it's fun. I also think that if you are teaching for 4th grade you should make recess for 30 min instead of 20 min. I hope you will be a lot like our teachers. You have to have an open mind. I think you should teach science because I think your students will not be bored.
Your friend,
Will

Dear future teacher,

Hi. I love to write letters. I have blond hair and I have Blue eyes. My favorite color is lime green. I think if you want to be a teacher you should be creative, fun, and nice. You should give homework that isn't that hard though. Try to be so so nice and fun. I hope you will be a great teacher! If a teacher was not nice I would not like it. In my class we have 22 students! Make your room fun and your students will like your roo alot. I love teachers that are nice. When I grow up I hope I can be a teacher! My teacher is very nice. Her name is Mrs. Smith.
Love,
Mae

Dear Future Teacher,

Here are something you would need to know about teaching. First you need to decide what grade you want to teach. If you are giong to teach a grade with two class or more class you have to choose what you want to teach. You can teach Language arts, Science, Spelling, Writing, Math, Reading, and Social studies. I am in 4th grade and my home room is Language Arts, Science, spelling, and writing. Then my second class is Math. Then my last class is reading and social studies. You also need a class room theme. You also need to pick what school you are goign to teach at. Here are some room themes Dots and animals. there is some theme but I don't want to write that many things.

Your Pal,
Lauren

Dear Future Teacher,

Whut is it like at colige. i bet it is hard rele hard. how many students (?) you have. do you want some adzice if they gret loude turn off the fights then wait. pass out home work if you get a pramethian do a lot of fun things on it

your frinde,
Hunter

October 9, 2010

Dreams October 8

So even though everyone dreams, just not everyone remembers their dreams, I think the fact that I watch T.V. to go to sleep helps me have vivid dreams. I'm going to tell you my dreams from last night. But first... 10 interesting facts about dreaming! (from http://listverse.com/)

1. Blind people dream.
 Although they don't have images in their dreams, they do use senses such as sound, smell, touch, and     emotion.
2. You forget 90% of your dream
Within five minutes, half of your dream is forgotten. Within 10 minutes, 90% is gone. Robert Louis Stevenson came up with the story of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde while he was dreaming. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein was also the brainchild of a dream.

3. Everyone dreams (except extreme cases of psychological disorders)
Men tend to dream about other men while women dream equally about men and women.
4. Dreams prevent psychosis.
In a recent sleep study, students were wakened at the beginning of each dream but still allowed 8 hours of sleep. All experienced difficulty in concentration, irritability, hallucinations, and signs of psychosis after only 3 days.When finally allowed their REM sleep the student’s brains made up for lost time by greatly increasing the percentage of sleep spent in the REM stage.
5. We only dream of what we know.
Our dreams are full of strangers that play out certain parts. Our brain never makes them up! We have seen hundreds of thousands of faces in our lives so the evil killer in your dream could easily have been the janitor at the gas station you stopped at in Reno that one time.
6. Not everyone dreams in color.
12% dream exclusively in black and white. People also tend to have common themes in dreams, which are situations relating to school, being chased, running slowly/in place, sexual experiences, falling, arriving too late, a person now alive being dead, teeth falling out, flying, failing an examination, or a car accident. It is unknown whether the impact of a dream relating to violence or death is more emotionally charged for a person who dreams in color than one who dreams in black and white.
7. Dreams are not about what they are about.
It is deeply symbolic.Your unconscious mind tries to compare your dream to something else.
8. Quitters have more vivid dreams.
Those who have quite smoking reported to have more vivid dreams than before they quit. 33% of those who quit have reported dreaming of smoking at least once.
9. External stimuli invade our dreams.
This is called dream incorporation and most have experienced this. We take a sound that is happening in real life and make it a different sound that applies to our dreams.
10. We are paralyzed while we sleep
This is to prevent us from acting out the dream. Glands send out a hormone that induces sleep while neurons send signals to the spinal cord which cause the body to relax and later become essentially paralyzed.
Dream 1
Okay in the first dream I was in this auditorium. Everyone was in chairs facing forward but no one was on stage talking. Eventually I turn to someone on my right and say I need to go to the bathroom. When I come back, I realize it is a dream. So I start running to boys and start kissing them. * One boy turned me down. The audience was going crazy. They were wondering why I was running around and kissing everyone. I exclaimed "It is a dream! It doesn't matter! You can do what you want!!" Just then, people were running around taking their clothes off and lighting my hair on fire. While I was smooching with this one boy, he kept kissing me in three. (Muah Muah Muah).

In my dream I was being waken up by my mother and a little girl that  looks just like me.** The little girl was saying, "Chelsea! up! Chelsea up! Chelsea up!" Both the little girl and my mother were ridiculously cheerful and were telling me that I was late for school. When I asked them what time it was, they replied 8:32. I panicked and told them that school starts at 8!

Well when I get to school, I'm in high school again, all of the teachers are like the characters in Coraline. If you haven't seen Coraline it is directed by Tim Burton. That should tell you enough about how weird it is. Basically all of the teachers are very sweet. But sweet in the way of they are offering candy to children on the side of the road to entice them to come into their car. Nothing else happened at school except that my classroom looked like my room back home.

* I constantly have dreams where I am cheating on my boyfriend. One time it was with a guy who looks like a combination between Ricky Martin and Enrique Iglesias. I'm still trying to figure that one out.

**I guess this counts as a second dream but it transitioned into this one so I'm just going to keep it with the first one.

Dream 2
In my Child Development class, in real life, we are doing a group presentation over different subjects (obviously on child development). My partner and I are doing one over Preschool Development.

In my dream, instead of giving our presentation in front of the class, my professor decides it would be a good idea to present it to Mike Leech*. The room we were staying in was like a big version of my grandma's living room. Our groups are split up-- one girl goes to Group A and another goes to Group B. Each girl in the group presents her topic while Mike Leech asks questions. The group that gives the best presentation wins. Mike Leech is on this big screen. My group goes first. Naturally, I go first in my group because it is my dream. So I bring up my first topic, he asks me questions and I answers. We were about to go on but the screen went blank and so he wanted me to repeat my first topic, I guess this is being timed. I threw my first topic notes away and for some reason couldn't remember what I was talking about. My group tried to help me remember but I guess they couldn't because they brought up the topic of Christmas lights. They gave us sometime to get our thoughts together. The room we were in had bookcases of books that were half the size of me. My group kept making me go back and forth, grabbing those giant books for them. One book was about Michael Jordan. I woke up before we could get back to presenting.


*Why am I dreaming about Mike Leech? In my dream he sounded like Cotton Hill.

October 8, 2010

It's not right for women to read. Soon she gets ideas and starts thinking.

I am not good at being lazy all day. Being sick has done that for me. (It's not the flu). I hate being home alone because it forces me to think/ reflect pn my life. Which I hate because it makes me have to be honest about how I'm doing.

In high school I really wanted to come to a Christian uuniversity. I was scared to death that I would go to college and turn into this party girl. So I was really shooting for a university that would most likely have people that would keep me accountable. Well I chose a school that has a fantastic education department and a town that has a billion churches on every street. So I am covered. I have gone to a Christian school my whole life. I considered going to public school when I got to high school but I really felt that God wanted me to stay at RRCA because there were people there that needed to be reached. Well at Hardin-Simmons there are people that need to be reached here. To be honest, I don't feel like I have really put forth the effort to reach them. I have been so focused on my walk with God and coming up with my life plan for the next five years. I enjoy hanging out with my cChristian friends, going to my bible studies, helping out at church and eating my christian mints (just kidding, I don't have those things).

When I was a senior in high school, ready to embark on my new adventure as a college freshman, I was so sure I would change the world, or at least Abilene. Two and a half years later I realized that I haven't even tried. I can't honestly say I have made the effort to get to know non-christian people. I realize that I have not made a difference here. That to me is tragic. I do have a couple of years to make up for it. It's terrifying putting this into words because now it means people need to keep me accountable. Words seem pointless unless you put them into action.

P.S. The title for this blog come from Beauty and the Beast. It doesn't have a whole lot to do with this blog but I just really like that movie.

October 2, 2010

My Rebuttal

In my last blog post, I titled it "The Beatles Control My Life." Or something like that. Actually I am too lazy to look it up but I am sure it was something along those lines. In short, I take it back. I was watching the History Channel and one show was focusing on Jonestown. You know, the one where a cult committed a mass suicide by drinking cyanide Kool aid. The other show focused on Charles Manson. (Yes the one Marilyn Manson got the Manson part of his stage name from. He got Marilyn from Marylin Monroe. His real name is Bryan Hugh Warner.) That was also really interesting but I fell asleep towards the end so I am not really sure what happened to him. I could look it up but laziness has won the battle yet again. The point to this whole blog, yes there is one, is that Charles Manson was obsessed with the Beatles. He felt that their songs encouraged his belief that there would be a battle between the black and white people, Karma would set it and the black people would take over and then Charles Manson would rule over them. So although I do think the songs of The Beatles were beyond amazing and they changed music, they do not control my beliefs.

September 26, 2010

The Beatles Control my Life

Oscar Wilde says "Nothing is so aggravating than calmness."
Well, no offense to Oscar Wilde but I must disagree. I enjoy my quiet lifestyle. Perhaps I am like a child where I need a routine to function.
I like my routines. I like waking up at 8-8:30am for my 9 o'clock on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays. I like on Tuesdays and Thursdays that I have breaks between my classes. After my 2:30pm class I have time to go home and watch my Gilmore Girls at 4:00. Friday Night Lights comes on after that and that's when I usually start cleaning the house while it is playing in the background. After church on Sundays, we go to Pizza Hut where they have a buffet. They are starting to know our drink orders. I'm going to be impressed once they memorize our names.

Music is, and always has been, a big part of my life. Somehow I have even made the music I listen to a routine. When I go to school or church, I usually like to have it on my "grown-up" station (see blog above). When I get off work, I usually like to leave any stress work may have caused by blaring a Glee CD and pretending I am halfway decent enough for Broadway. If nothing is on the radio I put one of my CDs in. If I am feeling nostalgic, Nat King Cole... which is funny because I wasn't alive during his time. When I am feeling artsy- Norah Jones. When I am feeling cynical- KT Tunstall. Of course when I am just regular Chelsea- The Beatles.

I don't understand why people don't like organization in their life. If they don't like the routine they are in, simply change it! I guess I just like the simple things in life. I think I feel more content when I am in my daily routine.

It also scares me that I have a routine. Is the way I live my life keeping me from being a willing servant of Christ? I don't want to be so caught up in my routine that I miss out on opportunities to serve. I guess we are constantly needing to evaluate our lives and make sure our "routines" worthy sacrifices to God.

Luke 9:23 Then he said to them all: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.

September 15, 2010

Lamentation of the 'Grown up'

I find myself listening to "grown-up" radio stations. Okay, let me clear this up before you assume I'm going to become Hugh Hefner's next girlfriend. The "grown up" station I am referring to is KACU which plays music made from real instruments and they discuss real topics rather than who Paris was wearing while she went to buy a turquoise poncho for her rat-sized dog.

It's the kind of station my mother would play despite the protests of me and my brother. I actually was driving home from class yesterday and I was listening to them talk about quantum physics. I already heard them talk about this Sunday and yet I was still interested.

This makes me sad. It means that I am actually developing taste and I have a brain. It means that I am that much farther from my childhood. Goodbye childhood. I shall miss my trend-following, Backstreet Boy listening, boy obsessed life.

August 30, 2010

Prince Charming Captures the Heart of Another Woman

So if you don't know, I work at a day care. Actually I have officially worked there for about a year now. I guess that's a good sign if I haven't quit yet. My kids seemed to have been extra funny today.  For example:

Sarah and Camilla were looking at books. They both started Pre-K so I wouldn't say they have mastered the art of reading yet. Just when I walk over to them, Sarah picks up Cinderella and flips to a page that has Prince Charming's face on it and she says "Oh! What a handsome man!"

There is also a child who has a small case of Autism. Normally, Autistic children focus on one particular interest such as trains or ducks. My child focuses on vacuum cleaners. He loves them and will talk about them for hours if you let him. Well today, he kept talking about a factory. I went and sat next to him, asking what he was building with our Tinker Toys and he said he was building a factory. When I asked him what the factory made he said Easter Eggs. I, for one thing, was blown away by his creativity. Ten minutes later he comes to me and says that the factory is broken because someone stuck a screw driver into it. I wasn't entirely sure what he meant so I just smiled and nodded like I do with most four-year-olds. I wish I still had the imagination of when I was younger.

I remember when I was that age I could look at an object and that object would send me into this vivid daydream. I also remember being able to feel things when I dreamt, and they also used to be a lot more adventurous. Now my dreams are everyday things. Actually they are usually in black and white. My psychology major friend tells me that that means I associate black and white with classic movies, which I love, and I like making things simple. Yep, sounds about right to me.

August 29, 2010

Tearing Paper to Keep my Sanity

Here is the deal: I try not to write things about my boyfriend because I am a private person. Let's be honest. The people that only write about their boyfriends and how much they love them and how wonderful they are...well they make me vomit in my mouth repeatedly. (To put it delicately).  That being said, let me tell the third story I have done that involves the boy.

I have decided to switch churches in order to support him in his leading worship. It is such a cute church. The average size of the congregation is 25 (not a typo) and the average age is above the age of 55. I have visited once before but today was my first official day of the switch. I was a little nervous because I will be known as "Aaron's girlfriend" until they get to know be better. I can tell I will like the church though because one of the first things someone said to me when I was being introduced was, "Hey! It's Aaron's boss!"

On the weekends I work in the Arcade at Prime Time to make more money. To be honest, it is not that challenging of a job which in turn makes it one of my least favorite jobs. Saturday was okay because we were busy (150 or so members of Big Brother Big Sister). I was exhausted at the end of the day (eight hours of non stop running around) but I loved it because it kept me busy.

Today, however, I was stuck doing Lazer Tag and XD Theatre, which is a 4D theatre we have. I had four groups total in lazer tag and three groups total in XD. Fortunately I thought to bring my Soduko book. I also cleaned the arcade. Twice. That room is spotless. I ended up being so incredibly bored the sound of tearing  paper intrigued me. Have you ever payed attention to the sound? It echos! The last hour and a half I counted down the minutes, literally and converted the minutes into seconds.

Doing nothing in the Arcade helps me appreciates my job in Day Care. If you are bored, you aren't doing your job.

August 21, 2010

Not Yet Independent

Let me just start off saying that I do not like to do anything involving cars. This includes changing my oil, changing my tires, driving, and dealing with mechanics...especially when it comes to dealing with mechanics...

I don't know if it is the fact that I am a girl or the fact that I have "dumb when it comes to cars" tattooed on my forehead (which is something I should probably get checked out, but I seem to have the worst luck when it comes to dealing with mechanics. Okay, disclaimer. I know whoever is reading this is probably like "Hey! Watch out lady! My Uncle Jo Humphrey IV is a mechanic and he is the most honest man since good 'ol Abe Lincoln." I am not saying every mechanic is dishonest. In fact I am friends with some very honest mechanics. I am just saying I seem to have a radar that attracts all the dishonest mechanics.

My dad and I switched vehicles last time I went home because the lease of Flat Stanley, my beloved Chevy truck, was up. At least that is what my dad says. I honestly believe he realized his PT Cruiser,or Clinton, was a girl car so he switched with his very girly daughter. My father neglected to renew the state inspection sticker on Clinton. So today,over a month past the expiration date on the sticker, expecting the worst, I come in with a game plan. I will turn down anything the mechanic says I need unless I cannot pass inspection without it. I even had my game face on. You know the face, very similar to the face when you are walking down the streets in New York City, or when you are watching 21 children high on sugar. That face.

Inspections should really not take that long. Unless you are me. I gave the guy my keys and got a coke while I was waiting. The TV had 48 Hour Mystery on it featuring a murder that happened in Abilene. Nothing really relevant about that fact, I just thought it was interesting. Mechanic guy calls me up and says my windshield wipers were messed up and he has found nails in both rear tires and I can't pass inspection unless it gets fixed. I thought it was strange that both tires seemed to have nails in them, and I also wondered what kind of roads my father drives down. But I never seem to have the best of luck with tires so I said to fix them. So thirty minutes later mechanic guy says something is wrong with the lug nuts on the tires and I can't pass inspection unless I get this fixed. I decided to let him precede but I said this with a sigh. I figured that if I sounded annoyed he wouldn't find anything else "wrong" with my car. I decided to give my dad a call and tell him what was going on.

He immediately was like 'Tires are not part of the inspection, you need to take your car to another place." I explained to him, however, that I already told them to continue and didn't know how far along they have gone. Sitting in the waiting room, Mr. Flipping Mechanic Guy came in and said that they couldn't fix the hole in my tire and I need a new tire. I told him that I was going to take my car to someone else and just finish whatever they were doing now so I could leave. I then called my dad and told him what was going on. He made me give him the phone number of the place.

I was completely embarrassed that my daddy had to call them, wondering if I will be in my thirties someday with him still fixing things. It turns out they were completely ripping me off, tires are not in fact part of the inspection and they had to admit that to him. He also told me not to sign anything... Let's just say this friendly place of business may not have a state inspecting license much longer.

I think I will just let my dad take my vehicles in from now on, otherwise I might as well pay them $100 for just walking into the door.

August 20, 2010

My (not so) Epic Day

All this week I have been going to bed at an indecent hour. It hasn't been a big deal because the earliest I have had work has been at 1pm. This morning I had an appointment with my advisor to schedule my classes. I know it is ridiculously late to sign up for classes but I had to wait for a lot of things this summer.

Actually, I blame the test taking abilities I had in high school. If I had done well with my SATs/ACTs, I would have gotten into the School of Ed sooner and therefore sign up for classes on time.

This morning I woke up, got ready for the day was about to go out the door to go to my appointment. (This story is exciting already, huh?) I do my routine check of my purse: phone, wallet, random sock, keys... wait... CRAP! Okay, don't panic. Keys are often not where they are supposed to be, at least any set of keys I own. I swear I put them where they are supposed to be but they decide they like to make me late.

I guess looking for my keys is a morning ritual, same as going to the bathroom or running a brush through my hair. So I retrace my steps from last night. Wait... did I drive last night? No! Boyfriend did... and the keys are more obedient to him and seem to stay where they are supposed to. Well, let's text this gentleman caller. (P.S. He is in Midland, i am in Abilene)

Fair Maiden Chelsea  What did you do with my keys (Realizing of course while I'm typing this that he has them)

Boy Fellow Oh gosh. I'm sooooo sorry, but they're still in my pocket. I can't believe I forgot
Fair Maiden Chelsea What?? Crap i dont know what im going to do (Obviously punctuation is not my greatest concern right now)

Boy Fellow Ugh, I'm sooooo sorry. I just had so much in my pocket that I couldn't feel them.

Fair Maiden Chelsea Its fine. Im just trying to find a ride (Be patient Chelsea, this could happen to anyone. You have done dumber things. Don't yell at him. Don't yell at him.)

Boy Fellow Wow, I can't believe I did that. It's a good thing I'm coming back tomorrow

Fair Maiden Chelsea Its okay. Not a big deal (ITS A HUGE DEAL! HOW AM I GOING TO GET AROUND! IM GOING TO HAVE TO DROP OUT OF COLLEGE!!! OH YOU BETTER BRING THEM BACK TOMORROW OR I AM STEALING YOUR KEYS)

Okay, really wasn't a big deal. Honestly wasn't freaking out that much and I had a slight moment of not knowing what I was going to do. Jenny ended up coming to the rescue and I got to sign up for my classes and hang out with friends before and after work.
I told them I got off work at six. Which is true...every other day. This poor child's parents, however, miscommunicated with each other and so after some calls, I got off work at 6:30.

We went and saw the NSO cheer-offs. I had flashbacks and an impromptu dance party, which surprisingly(or not so surprisingly) wore me out. Afterwards we hung out at their house (The Burrow) and watched Percy Jones, which by the way is an amazing movie.

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