Saturday, June 26, 2010

Children will always make me smile.

Something I overheard at the Museum today...

After they had been in the exhibit rooms for 10 minutes:

Kid: "Mommy, I want to go now."

Mom: "Sorry hon, but we're going to be here for hours."

Kid: "How long is that?"

Mom: "A really long time."

Kid, pauses to think and takes a deep breathe: "Mommy, are we going to die here?"

I should mention that we were looking at egyptian mummies, so the kid's reasoning wasn't completely unfounded because there WERE dead bodies hanging out.

~Currently obsessed with:
Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch

Friday, June 25, 2010

Misplaced IDs, janky wallets, and creepy strangers at the gym.

Yesterday I was in a bad mood. It was like I woke up and couldn't shake this grumpy feeling that was settling over my body, trying to consume my being. I think my mood was brought on by staying up until 2:30am finishing a book. Normally this does not warrant a bad mood, but let's just say the book I finished reading wasn't worth it. I also didn't wake up until 12:30pm the next morning, er, afternoon. Now if there is one thing I hate it is waking up so late that I feel like I've already missed half of the day. I also woke up with a headache. And I couldn't find any lizard stickers! (That's another story, but it lead to me being disgruntled.)

So at the end of the day I'm headed to the gym with mom. Looking at my gym bag I make sure I've brought my wallet. Last time I completely forgot my wallet and had brought my camera instead. Needless to say, my camera did not magically turn into my much-needed gym card and I had to have the gym people look me up. So I was happy to see that I had brought my wallet this time, but my happiness soon turned to dismay when I opened my wallet and saw the slot that held my library card, gym ID, and driver's license was completely empty. Confounded wallet!

I've been having some issues with my latest duct tape wallet. I'm not sure if it is because I made it in a hurry and didn't take enough time to carefully craft it or if it's just old, but it is not holding things properly and my cards keep falling out of the pockets. Normally, this is just annoying and tedious, but when I'm in a hurry and grab my wallet to deposit it into another bag and leave half the contents of my wallet in my previous bag, it becomes downright frustrating.

That would make it day 2 I'd shown up the the gym without an ID. I was already mad at my pesky wallet for gleefully leaving things behind and now I was mad at myself for not double-checking before I left the house. And now I had to go explain again to the gym people that I did not have my ID. Great.

I told the guy that I didn't have my ID and he admonished me for forgetting it and told me sternly that I needed to bring it next time. I was already stewing and his comment only made me more annoyed. Unfortunately I didn't realized until later (and after my mom had told me) that he was only harassing me and wasn't nearly as serious as I had first imagined him. According to my mom he had seen that I was annoyed and had decided to poke fun at me, but I just did not see the subtle nuances that he was only joking and wasn't really mad at me for neglecting to bring my ID. I'm the kind of person that is seemingly gullible, especially with people I do not know well and so I cannot tell when they are joking and will think forever that they were severely disappointed when I didn't bring my ID. It was only my outburst of "Do I really look like the kind of scatterbrained person who forgets their ID on a regular basis? Do I have to be told that next time I need to bring my ID?" that my mom said he had only been pulling my leg.

So this was the kind of mood I was in when I walked upstairs and heard Creepy Guy talking loudly to someone else about sports.

Okay, so I haven't yet introduced you to Creepy Guy. I know, I know, way original name right? But seriously, he is creepy. I don't like him for a number of reasons.

  1. He walks funny.
  2. He has an incredibly annoying and grating voice.
  3. He has a bulbous head.
  4. He appears to be full of himself and pompous.
  5. And the REASON I DISLIKE HIM THE MOST: I feel that whenever I'm working out he is staring at me. This is majorly creepy and slightly disturbing.
Now I know that I'm paranoid, but I've grown up with paranoid parents who've instilled in me a healthy distrust of strangers. So a part of me is wondering if maybe my overactive imagination and writer tendencies has exaggerated his staring and he's really just looking around the room in a bored manner. And how can you really tell if someone is staring at you all the time unless you stare at them all the time?! Which is something I totally do not want to do. If I'm wrong and he's not staring at me, I'll be staring at him and he'll start to think I'm The Creepy One. And if I'm right and he IS staring at me, I've only given him further encouragement and he might come over and Talk To Me. Both of those scenarios are not good, so I've been doing a lot of eye avoidance.

Now the only reason I think he's staring at me is because I've scanned the room a couple times and he's been staring in my direction, which is just unnerving. And as soon as I see someone staring at me, I immediately look away and pretend to be busy with something else until I can sneak another glance at the person so see if they are still staring at me or if it was just my imagination. When I did this he was still staring in my direction.

So after my day of grumpiness and then coming to the gym to find Creepy Guy there I was not in a good mood. But surprisingly, I just plugged in my iPod and listened to some Thousand Foot Krutch and tried to ignore him and by the time I was down with my workout I was relatively calm. I didn't have a headache and I had almost completely forgotten about my wallet mishap. I've read that exercising relieves stress and boy did I need that after the day I had been having. I'm glad I went.

Yesterday was just kind of crazy.

~Currently listening to:
Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Debating.

You know how you hear a song on the radio and it strikes you as interesting, but you soon forget about it? And then the next time you hear it you perk up and realize that you really like that song? Well, I heard Trinity by Paper Tongues and I just couldn't get it out of my head. But unfortunately I kept missing what the band's name was and couldn't find any more information about them. When I finally figured out who they were I searched youtube to find a full-length video of the song and I just kept listening to it over and over. I think I might be slightly addicted. But now here is the dilemma: should I just buy the song that I've been playing ad nauseam or should I buy the whole album because it's only $5 more? Gee whiz, I hate these kinds of questions. I just listened to all the samples of the other songs and I'm not in love with those...but I have this sinking feeling in the back of my head that I could grow to love them later. At this point I'm kind of leaning towards the one song because I'll only spend $1 instead of $6 and I'm not sure I'll like the rest of the songs...or I might even grow out of this song after several months - who knows.

~Currently obsessed over:
Trinity by Paper Tongues

Monday, June 21, 2010

Sarcasm much?

My father uses sarcasm on a regular basis. It's just built into his personality or something. I'm pretty sure that he's more sarcastic then I ever was as a teenager.

Me (seeing Papi grilling): "What'cha doing?"
Papi: "What does it look like I'm doing? Greeting aliens on another planet?"

See....I was just asking a simple question. Of course I knew what Papi was doing: this was a conversation opener, a chance for Papi to tell me about his life and not be a weirdo. But did he?
No.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Reason #239 of why I love children...

In Nursery today, (I heard this story from a coworker who witnessed the conversation - I wasn't in that particular class room) this delightful conversation took place.

Teacher: "Sometimes, on special occasions I use butterscotch chips instead of chocolate chips in my chocolate chip cookies..."

3-year-old: "I don't like butterscotch. Well, I don't like butter, but I do like scotch!"

It still makes me laugh. The 3-year-old of course was talking about scotch tape. But I loved his reasoning for not liking butterscotch. 

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Hunger Games Movie Please Come Soon

I'm about to go on a Hunger Games craze.

I was looking at people's cast lists for the movie and I've been seeing some pretty interesting choices. But this only made me realize that I need to give MY input. So, of course, now I have to assemble a cast list. Yep, I'm going to be writing another blog entry up soon.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Confessions of a nursery worker...

Some of the things I think/say while working with small children. Italics are obviously in my head.

"Hey, it's okay, your mommy is just in church...she's going to be back in a bit, don't you want to play with the trains?"

"Oh man, why do you have colored snot? That's gross. Now I have to get you a tissue. Oooorrrr you can just wipe your face on my shirt. That eliminates the whole mucus problem because it isn't in on your face anymore. Well, I guess this shirt is going into the laundry when I get home. Thanks, anytime you don't have the time to wait for a tissue, just use my shirt/arm/leg/shoe, really, I don't mind one bit."


"Don't hit her. Go over and say you're sorry. We don't hit people because that's not nice. Do you want to go to time-out?"

"Drat, now he's smiling. It is so hard to discipline a child who's doing something bad when he just looks so cute. Argh, I can't smile because then he will know I'm not serious and he won't listen and he'll think he can get away with that kind of behavior...don't smile...don't smile..."


"Yeah, you...uh huh, I'm talking to you bud. You don't have to look shocked, I saw you shove him. You think your innocent little face will prove you not guilty? Nope, it won't."

Yeah, I love kids...but some times they frustrate me/make me laugh. It's funny how you can be mad at them one minute for completely disobeying everything you've told them and then they are hugging you and saying, "sorwy" and you can't help but think of them as angelic. Funny that.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Some people need to pay attention...

So I was driving to the gym and I saw a small mound on the road ahead of me. I was trying to figure out what it was when I suddenly realized it was a small turtle trying to cross the road. I swerved my car a little and went a bit into the other lane to avoid hitting it. I was congratulating myself for successfully saving the little guy's life when I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the car behind me drive right over the turtle. Really? REALLY? I had swerved...majorly. And they didn't even see that? They didn't notice that I was driving funny? What on earth were they paying attention to? Do they like driving over turtles? They were only a little bit behind me and they couldn't even watch out for the turtle?

Sigh. This is the kind of stuff that makes me depressed.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Eavesdropper

This is a conversation I overheard at the gym today and it struck my fancy and I had to write it down.

"I saw Tony the other day..."

"Big Tony?"

"Little Tony who got his eye detached, you call him Big Tony?"

"No, there's two Tonys."