My December

https://i1.wp.com/us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/spaceheater/spaceheater0812/spaceheater081200159/4065985-the-month-of-december-done-in-vintage-letterpress-type.jpgSo November is actually ending. Which means Thanksgiving is over and it is finally acceptable to hear your favorite Christmas songs, movies and TV shows. Did anybody watch A Charlie Brown Christmas Wednesday night like I did? It’s part of my childhood, well kind of, we use to watch different old shows from the 70s because of my mom. That’s why I continue to watch Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? It’s just tradition to me. Anyways, usually people put up their Christmas trees and lights the day after Thanksgiving with their family, my nana had my aunt put up hers Thanksgiving night. We haven’t even gotten things out yet. Yeah, my inner child is having a fit over it too. I’m trying to talk my mom into putting white lights on our porch that my dad fixed up, but I doubt it’ll happen, you never know though in my family.

This week marks my first week of working. I did a post about how nervous I was about starting work on Tuesday and Thursday. I had every right to be nervous too. Tuesday, I was late getting there and I had to take a TB skin test. I hate needles, or at least I use to hate them. I remember getting a shot before I started middle school and only crying when she injected whatever was in there into my leg. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to get a shot so I was nervous about that too. I actually watched her do it. I thought it was pretty cool. It doesn’t take much to get me interested in something. I actually had it done when my mom wasn’t in the room. I think it’s time to get that tattoo now, what do you think? Anyways, Tuesday was me just getting to know everybody and staying out-of-the-way. I was trying to keep my negative thoughts away too. That was a bit difficult even for me. Thursday, was a lot better, I was less nervous and more relaxed too. I felt bad for my mom because she actually had a bad night and I had a good day. Somehow that switched from Tuesday. I will go next week and hopefully it will continue to get better and I will get into a routine.

So I don’t know if you believe in the whole “world is going to end on the 21st” or not. Now that I have a job I don’t want the world to end. I want to see where I go from here. I’ve had my thoughts about it all and if you don’t believe me, just ask my nana. We’ve already had this conversation. I think it was two weeks ago when we talked about it. That sounds right at least. I’m not ready for Christmas though, I’ve still got a drawing to complete that I feel absolutely guilty about. I should have worked on it more, but I didn’t. I still have to make my projects and send out my Christmas cards. Can you tell I’m a last-minute type of person yet? Well, I’m missing Dr. Phil again and I’m going to try to watch last night’s episode of The Vampire Diaries but I don’t know about that either. My mom is supposed to get movies for tonight too. Oh, something funny for the road. Before I went to work on Thursday, my dad and I watched last Sunday’s episode of Finding Bigfoot. We always miss it. I like watching it with him. We have no idea who started watching it first and we may never know to be honest with you.

Something That You’re Currently Worried About

Why is it everytime we want something or need something to change our peace of mind, we freak out too? I’ve gotten myself in a fluster over something that might be smaller than a nail on our new porch. I’ve had a long weekend, and tomorrow not only does my mom go back to work after this six-day weekend but so do I. It’s really weird that I say that, because it shouldn’t be considered a job, since I’m volunteering, but in my family it’s something new for me and even though I’m not getting paid to do it, I’m getting out of the house. So it’s got the good things about it and its bad things about it. This is what I’m currently worried about.

Tomorrow I will be getting ready to spend my afternoon with the people my mom works with, she works at a nursing home. I’ve visited there twice, and both times it hasn’t been longer than 20 minutes and both times it was my mom’s days off. This time around, instead of my mom going, a program that takes handicapped to different places is taking me. So it will sort of like a bus, but it’ll be a van, taking me to school, and weirdly enough if we don’t take the new interstate, we will actually pass by my old high school. I remember riding the bus for school, and having different subs as our driver, and it wasn’t too bad. This time around, it’s all new for me. I don’t know who is going to take me and I don’t know if there will be other people in this van going places either. I’m happy that my parents don’t have to take me, but then there it’s less stressful for me, but it would be less stressful on them to not take me. Even though, I’m pretty sure my dad would rather take me if my mom hadn’t called them about me. Also, they wouldn’t have to take me home, my mom said she was going to take me home after she gets off work.

Another thing I’m worried about is the next week. I only work two days a week. This week, both days my mom will be working so it won’t be so freaky for me for my first week there. The fact that I’m going to spend seven hours there, just terrifies me. My mom told me earlier that since Dancing With The Stars finale is going to be on for two hours an hour after she usually gets home. She told me we’ll be too tired to watch it. I told her I’d probably watch it, but now I’m starting to think about it for a second. It’s been two years since I’ve actually sat in my wheelchairs for more than an hour. I’m glad that I’m not sitting in a push wheelchair for that many hours. I’m going to have to tell my mom to pack Advil for me just in case. I wish I had a medium size purse, so I don’t have to stuff my crap in her purse. I’m taking my iPod and headphones for the trip there, money, phone, possibly Advil, and gum. Maybe later I can get my mom to look for an old purse of hers in her room. I still need to look for my iPod case. My wheelchair needs to be charged. I need to lay out clothes for my dad, that way I don’t have to worry about fighting with him that day. Oh, and I have to wash my hair too. See, I told my mind is spinning around in circles. I’m going to need to God for a good day tomorrow it looks like. Wish me luck!

Surprise, Surprise

(I started this post last night)

It has been two days since Thanksgiving, and I think tomorrow and Monday are going to be my relaxing days. However, I think I’m going to add drawing and doing some Christmas cards too. Today has been a dull day. Family went back Friday afternoon. It was a fun Thanksgiving, even though getting it started and while we were eating was actually kind of depressing, but I’ll get to that in a minute. My family and I went shopping on Black Friday, and we were only supposed to go shopping around town, but everybody was being smart as well. So we ended up changing our plans and went to Wal-Mart and drove on the new interstate, which was a bust! It was longer than we all thought and there were no signs to tell how fast you’re suppose to go and on one highway, there were no lights. It was a bitch to be honest with you. Today, I went over to my nana’s for the third day and it was a lot slower and quieter but it was the one time where I wanted it to be louder like it was two days before. So let’s start at the beginning, starting with Wednesday.

Wednesday, I don’t remember much. I think I woke up late, something like around noon. My mom had texted me about some good news, some news that I actually forgot about. The good news, I got a volunteering job at my mom’s work. This is the change I’ve been praying for and hopefully it will give me some independence I once had back when I was at school. Anyways, I got like two text messages from her and forwarded her message she gave me, to my nana (to find out my mom had already told her) but I got to tell Emily, who was probably freaked out. She came into my room to change my clothes and I was really excited, I was smiling like an idiot and jumping up and down. My mom had sent my dad text messages so there was no need to tell him, but I did it anyways. I was that excited! After that, I got to ride in my sister’s car to my nana’s because we were going to eat lunch and do some food stuff that needed to be done before the next day. I’m not much help, so I just sat in the push wheelchair and talked. My sister had to make cupcakes (which she’s made cupcakes on two other occasions) and my nana made dip for the vegetables. Emily had to go to the store and she got the fruit and vegetables trays. I was very tempting to dig in.

When Thursday came around, my mom had told me we were going to get up at 7am. I ended up getting up at 6am instead. I was even listening to Spotify to get me into a good mood for the first part of the day, or at least I thought it would. Being at my nana’s with only half of my family that usually comes down was just depressing. I like my time with my family. I love the funny stories we tell each other. It’s also the only time where we can make fun of each other and it doesn’t come back to bite us in the ass later. My Aunt Laurie, mom, and nana made most of the food. My dad (who was sick) made the turkey and green bean casserole. We have to remember for next year to only make half of the stuffing. We had a lot of leftovers of that. Most of us ate the fruit and veggies while we were waiting on everything to cook. I was texting my cousin Kristi. She lives up north and wasn’t able to come down on her only day off. We had told my uncle that we needed to know if he was going to try come down so we could make more if we needed to. He told my mom that he’d try to make it, but his Facebook status said he was in another state and stuck there. It was the most depressing thing ever. While we were eating, I texting Kristi and I felt so bad because she told me she wasn’t celebrating Thanksgiving. My sister’s boyfriend came to eat, and we were eating the cupcakes that Emily had made the day before. Every year, we seem to have a frosting fight. It’s either frosting or whipped cream that gets thrown in the face. Everybody stayed away from me, but Emily’s boyfriend. Yeah, he got slapped in the face because Emily has fast reflexes. It was pretty hilarious, but it surprised the crap out of him.

After we were done eating, we went home, while my sister went to her boyfriend’s house. Somehow, we all did the same thing. We all fall asleep. I still can’t believe I took a nap. My mom had to wake me up at 6 and of course, it was dark! So I wanted to go back to sleep. I was mean and wasn’t cooperating with her. Last year, we took the Wii over and played it, but my mom said none of us probably needed to play it after eating so much. When we got to my nana’s. I had a cupcake and it was so good! Then we got out the fruit and veggies and started eating those again. We were all sitting in the kitchen, well most of us. My aunt, her boyfriend and my little cousin were putting up my nana’s Christmas tree. So they were in the living room. My mom had gotten a text from my uncle saying, “hey, do I know you?” And in our family, surprise visits are a BIG thing. So we instantly thought he was coming up the front porch. He wasn’t there, but my mom asked where he was and he said they were in Gary. Well, about five minutes later, we heard this clear, male voice say something and it surprised us, it was not only my uncle, aunt, and my cousin Kristi. They had all surprised us and it was awesome! My sister wasn’t there, so we decided to get her good. To make things even better. We let her boyfriend on it too! It was probably the best revenge too! My mom called her saying she was in trouble and that she needed to come to nana’s right away. Everybody was moved into the living room, and after the surprise was done. She, of course, cried and got even again with her boyfriend and grabbed another cupcake and got most of the frosting on the side of his face. We felt bad for him.

They left and we were begun our fun chat and it was so nice to have that good atmosphere. not that it wasn’t like that before. I wasn’t depressed anymore, and everything just felt right. Considering how last year’s Thanksgiving went, I really needed this Thanksgiving. Honestly, EVERYBODY needed it. It is a holiday made to be around family. It was the best feeling ever. Right before, we were getting ready to leave or even thinking about leaving. My uncle, aunt, and cousin were trying to find a cheap hotel to stay at that was nearby. If everybody thought I was bad at taking phone calls, Kristi just became the worst caller ever! She had to call three different numbers and only two answered. Knowing my family, we like to laugh at each other, so as she was on the phone, everything she was saying, we were laughing our asses off. During one conversation, I guess the person who was on the phone asked, when they were leaving. Kristi said, “oh, we’re going to leave in the morning.” My mom was outside, smoking and heard what she said and even before she hung up the phone, my mom said “well, it ain’t like you’re going to jail.” We all just exploded and there was no way we were going to calm down after that. Poor Kristi had to hang up the phone and when she did she busted out laughing at what my mom said. Then for the last try, Kristi was asking what the prices were for a double. This time around, everybody was inside and we couldn’t hold it in, we were laughing at every word, everytime she told us to hush, it just made things worse. She hung up the phone and began laughing again and told us the price, but then she remembered to ask if they had TV and internet. So she ended up calling them back and all of us were laughing again, and the poor person who answered probably thought we were prank calling them or thought we were drunk. We weren’t, I promise. Even though during that day, it sounded like a good idea.

When we were in the car going home, my mom and I just felt good. Even though our stomaches were still recovering from laughing for almost two hours. It was so nice to have everybody back in one house and getting along and laughing like we should always do. The last time we all got together was in June and we went to Red Lobster so we didn’t want to embarrass ourselves so we couldn’t go all out like we usually do. My mom and I had a hard time sleeping because I think we had a few more conversations we could have. I went to bed really late, I think it was two in the morning. When it was time to wake up that next morning, I was very ready to get up and enjoy some more family time. We were originally supposed to only go to places in town, but we decided to go to Wal-Mart out-of-town instead. We took the new interstate and it was a big waste. I think only people who are not familiar with the towns where I live, you take the new interstate. It’s just easier that way. When we got there, the parking lot wasn’t so packed like we thought it would. There were 20 people who went with us. Three cars. I think we were all excited to go inside at first, but once we started going around, we went to leave as fast as we could. I got a set of pajamas, their Christmas-y with snowflakes and there are so cute! I also got an iTunes card too. I was a very happy camper!

When we got back, instead of having leftovers from the day before. My mom made French Beard Pizza. My Uncle David is a pizza guy, not a turkey guy. So everybody was scattered around the kitchen. Laurie and Mike’s dog Mila (which is pronounced “me-la”) was around, and she was a nice dog, that day I actually got a kiss from her. She didn’t like the push wheelchair or my feet. Everytime I tried calling her she wouldn’t come near me. I got a lucky kiss. I didn’t want that day to end, because I knew we’d go back to our normal routine and we’ll be back to being quiet and wouldn’t be laughing as much as we did in those two days. We always have next month though, so that makes me very excited! Here it is, Sunday and I’m watching Wizard of Oz with our stray cat that had our two kittens Tubby and Rudy Roo, Bootsie. She’s not really watching it. More like ignoring it and sleeping away on my comfortable bed. I don’t see myself getting any sleep tonight considering how much I slept today. I hope everybody had a good Thanksgiving weekend! (:

Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater!

I probably shouldn’t talk about cheaters, considering I’ve never been in a serious relationship before and had to worry about my significant other cheating me. I have had a lot of my friends and sister deal with cheaters. My sister’s last two boyfriends both cheated on her. I am worried about when I start dating somebody and if I found out, honestly I would kind of expect it in the back of my mind. The fact that I lack any good beauty looks, kind of shrinks your confidence almost down to nothing. Not saying, any of my future relationships will be the other person’s fault. I can see my insecurities ruining a perfectly good relationship too. I worry too much, so over thinking the relationship could end at any given point kind of scares me a little. I’ve read enough books about teenage love triangles and love stories to keep my mind overflowing with unneeded thoughts of what might happen if I start-up a relationship. See, I just let all of my thoughts about love, unfold right on my blog. No wonder I don’t believe in love, it’s because I’ve got all of this shit stuck in my head all the time. It sucks trust me. Anywho, cheaters are stupid, just saying.

In School, What Was Your Classroom Pet?

When my sister and I were in Elementary, I’m thinking it was third grade that we got to have classroom pets. Emily had the practical pet. Her class, had albino rats as their classroom pet. They had two, they were named Salt and Pepper. I remember that whole year very well, because as the year started to end, they were trying to figure out homes from each rat. Emily at that time had probably two or three hamsters. So she knew a lot about rodents. At the last day of school, she came home with Pepper and she didn’t have one single spot of black or grey on her, but they still named this poor thing Pepper. I actually liked Pepper, at that time I’ve seen plenty of mice around my room, trying to run around on the floor. Whenever Pepper was out of her cage, Emily and dad would be around. My dad doesn’t like very many animals and I don’t think he’s a fan of rodents but he actually liked Emily’s little critters. He would get them out so I could be around them. I hated whenever they would go into my sleeves. That was never fun.

When I was in third grade though, we didn’t have rats as our pet. Oh heck no, we had to have cockroaches. Yes, I said cockroaches. I’m still trying to figure out how we ended up with these disgusting things, but we did. I think we were studying insects or something and just decided to raise them. I remember staying inside for recess and just watching these little things. I am not a fan of insects, except for butterflies, but those are pretty insects! These suckers were disgusting and huge the more we feed them. They ate different flies and bugs who couldn’t fight back. Which was kind of sad, to be honest, especially in a room full of third graders. Not a lot of us thought very many things were cool just yet. There were some kids that were sad that they would eat the other bugs and then you got the kids that wanted to watch them eat the bugs. I think I was in the middle. I was curious. Weirdly enough, I remember the end of the year, we had enough cockroaches for each student to have. Yeah, that’s all these kids needed was to bring home bugs to crawl around. Thankfully, my bunch died within a week of bringing them home. I don’t think I feed them. I was too afraid to open the lid of the jar to even feed them. So you can’t blame me.

When I started my senior year in my peer tutoring class, our teacher in the class had told us that will be getting ferrets as our classroom pets. She made us all take home paper slips for our parents, in case they didn’t want their kids around them. I didn’t have this class until second period, so I remember going into her classroom and seeing a huge cage with these sleeping ferrets inside. I’ve only seen ferrets on TV and definitely never had them on my lap. The first she took them out of their cage, they kind of liked me, but not my wheelchair. They probably the same thing the kittens think of my wheelchair, large jungle gym. I thought they were cute, but boy, was that a disguise. They were mean little boogers! They liked to bite and run away. Lucky for that class, they managed to escape the classroom. However, they wouldn’t have made it very fair since there are only two other classrooms and a small teachers lounge. To get out of that hallway, you had to push these huge double doors and they were noticeable animals. One was black and white and the other was all white. So you would definitely know what they were just by the look of them. I was glad I didn’t bring those guys home with me. I didn’t even bother asking my parents if I could.

Five Things You Like About The Opposite Sex/Same Sex

I have to figure out, five of my favorite things about the opposite sex/same-sex. It’s kind of like Oprah’s list of favorite things, but my list is more cut to the chase. We are making our way down, so to speak. Don’t worry, I’m not going to show any nudity. I don’t want to scare off the family members that read my posts. So let’s get started, the mouth and jaw line of both sexes is one of the hottest things in the world. I am more of a face kind of girl. That’s the first thing you see when a person comes to you. Well, depends on how tall they are, but when you meet somebody their voice is the first thing you hear. If they have a sexy voice, your eyes are on the whole face and you instantly start picking out your favorite features. I am an eyes and jaw line kind of person.

First of all, this is an around all, sexy picture of unknown man. Everything about this picture is gorgeous, but I’m not in love with his shoulders. Since I am the type of girl who would rather be in a relationship, I’m more than likely wanting to find my soul mate. Being around guys with great shoulders is pure torture on my part. I am “heavy” as my family say to me. I need somebody that’s not going to break easily on me when they go to pick me up. So liking a man with wide shoulders like this, I know for a face, and plus his stomach says the next part, that he has weight-lifted before so it’s going to be a piece of cake. Honestly, his stomach doesn’t have to look like this, but I do love guys with these shoulders.

So since we’re at the shoulders, let’s go down towards the arms. Another sexy feature that I happen to love on the opposite sex is the flexed arms like this. To be honest, I love hands and arms on both sexes. I don’t have the use of my own so I guess I kind of envy others with the use of theirs. A person’s hand can be held with yours and they can touch you easily. I have had thoughts of wanting somebody to hold my hand. Nobody has ever done that before. Well, different family members, but they usually do that after I tell them I’m depressed. I can’t touch my face like everybody else can, because I don’t have the ability to raise my arms or fingers to my face, and trust me I’ve tried. It is very difficult for me to do. My sister showed my mom and I how her boyfriend kisses her and he grabs her face with both hands and kisses her. Nobody’s never done with me. Damn you Prince Charming!

Don’t worry I’m done talking about the arms and hands, but there is something else that goes with almost ever feature of both sexes. I love tattoos! I talk about my love of tattoos, even though I have yet to get myself one. It’s difficult to choose where to get it and how to convince yourself it will look good in the end. I love looking out for placement ideas for future tattoos. I love tattoos on both sexes. I think you can classy, even if you are covered from head to toe. I’m like my mom though, I don’t really like tattoos on the face. However, if you are a cancer patient or survivor and you have a tattoo on your head, I fully support that, but that’s it. I like seeing both sexes in fancy clothes but they have no problem with showing off their tattoos. There’s nothing wrong with it.

And last but not least, I must have one thing about the same-sex. I love all types of hair styles and colors, but I think growing up as a brunette. I am a lover of brunette people. I do love my blonde hair and blue eyes on the guys, but female wise I love women with brunette and different unusual hair colors. I also think the quote “Brunettes do it better” is stuck in my head. We are hotter and you definitely don’t we’re dumb and ditzy like blondes. No offense to my sister, who happens to be a natural blonde. We still don’t know how that came about, but whatever. I love long hair with light curls. I love the simple girls, that love being girly. I also love the ones who think they’re a bad ass, but don’t overdo it. Now we are done.

Bedtime.

You should always sleep in something comfortable. If you are not comfortable with what you’re wearing to bed, just expect no sleep that night. I like pajamas. Last year at Christmas, I got this nighttime outfit but the only thing I didn’t like about it was that it was a kiddie looking outfit. Now, it has these white cats and pink. I can deal with the pink part, but it’s mostly the cat part that I didn’t like. After putting the whole outfit on though, it was so comfortable that how I looked in it didn’t matter anymore.

I don’t have a lot of pajamas in my closet and drawers. Honestly, I wear what I’ve had on all day to bed. I like to wear my leggings to bed, because of the fact the sleeves are so close to my legs that I kind of don’t need a blanket on them, but since I don’t usually wear socks at night. I kind of have to have a blanket around me. Another thing, when it gets colder outside, and since I have my fan running at night. It gets around 69 degrees in my room. When the furnace comes on, it does get warmer but I have my bed against the wall, so it’s automatically going to be cold either way. I would rather wear long-sleeved shirts to bed than short sleeves. The longer the sleeves, the warmer I’ll be at night. It would be a plus to a cold night. Why is it though both my hands and feet get left out and end up being cold? I need to get leg warmers and mittens and put them on before I go to sleep. Seems like a lot of work just to sleep, but you can’t say it wouldn’t work.