Things That Happened to Me

So, I get it. I know all of the blogs you read will have this exact same post (pretty much), but since I don't blog much, you should just appreciate what you get, okay? Okay.



Things That Happened in 2012

I went to quite a few themed parties this year, all of which were stellar.

I went to traffic school for rolling through a stop sign. Clearly the officer did not see my California licence plate.

I got a new car! Yipee!!!

My work thought I was pregnant (not really), thanks to a fun boyfriend who liked surprising me with balloons at work ;) <3 br="br" nbsp="nbsp">

Visited Omaha twice!!

Visited California twice!!

My best friend/sister got married!! YAY!!! They are my absolute favorite!

Made some quilts.

Fell in love with a baby named Hudson Parker Sayre :)

All of my friends have become pregnant. (Side note: not all of my friends, just a lot of them)

65 people told me "Happy Birthday" via Facebook (hahahahahahaha) (thanks FB for the stats)

My BFF Jess made me the BEST CHRISTMAS GIFT EVER! "Guess Who" featuring all of my favorite celebrities :D

Had a great year!



Things that will happen in 2013:

Disneyland with the family!!

Happiness!

World Peace!

Joy!

Laughter!

Heath Ledger rising from the dead!

A girl can dream, can't she?

I'm the Worst + Fast Catch Up

Yup, I'm the worst at writing on this. If anyone actually reads this, it will be a miracle.

My life in a few points:

- I went on a camping/hiking/backpacking trip over Thanksgiving.

Look at how cute I am! This is Lake Powell!!! I don't know why I love this picture, but I do.

- Lauren and I met the singing sensation Big Time Rush!!! It was a blast, and Lauren professed it was the best day of her life. She also professed that her wedding day would only surpass that day if she was marrying a member of the aforementioned BTR. :)

- I've been quilting like a semi-mad woman. :) Pictures to follow in a later post? Most likely not, but maybe if you're really lucky. 

- I'm dating this boy named Brett, who happens to be super-adorable. (Please ignore the campiness of this picture)

Woah.

Look at these celebrities and tell me they are not twins. At the very least, they could play twins in a Disney Channel Original Movie.

Dale Earnhardt Jr and Kenneth Branagh, Separated at Birth. AMIRITE?

Who Could Ask for Anything More?

Well, I never thought this day would come. I am blogging about cars. Apparently, they are important. 

After many months of tears, frustrations, angry phone calls, test drives, talking to sales people, more tears, more phone calls (sorry Dad), and even more test drives...I have a new car! 

Look at him/her!!! (I have yet to decide on a gender)

It's like The Bullet and The Clone had a child, and I got her! (Oh! Her gender is manifesting itself to me!) 

She is beautiful, has that fancy thing called bluetooth, and she is all mine.

Pros: I have a back windshield wiper again!

I have doors that don't close too fast on my legs!

I have doors that automatically lock once I've gone 60 feet or whatever! 

What more could a girl want from a car?

Why I Don't Like Cops, the PoPo, the Fuzz, Coppers or the Police

Before we start, let's get one thing straight: I respect the hard work, dedication and sacrifice it takes to be a police officer.  But - at the end of the day, I just don't like them. Before we get in to why I don't like cops, you should know my background with cops.

I have been pulled over 3 times in my life, and been given 2 tickets. One time (and the worst) I was speeding and the cop called me an "f***ing stupid girl" multiple times. I was 16. At 16 I was not the confident, hard a** woman you see before you today. Who am I kidding? I'm still as fragile as I was at 16; then no one had ever sworn at me before, especially not the f word. I had never been called stupid, especially not by an authority figure. Yes, I am complaining because I have had a pretty nice life without any bullying. But this shook me up, and still shakes me up if I think about it. More on this later. 

The second time I was pulled over, it was dusk and I forgot to turn on my lights. No big. The third time I was pulled over I did a California stop through a stop sign, and was given a ticket with traffic school.

Now for the reasons why I do not like cops:

1. I Need Closure: These cops have had a serious and severe impact on my life, and because I am a total people-pleaser, I have forever upset these police officers. Forever! I will never ever get a chance to redeem myself to these mean men.  I wish I could see these cops again, cry at them, tell them how mean they were to me, and let them know what a great driver I am.  Because my California stop was coming out of my apartment complex, sometimes I see the cop that pulled me over and try to smile at him, but to no avail. You'd think the guy would know how to return a smile! I will keep doing this until I get results, because one simple smile from him might be the kind of closure I need.

2. No Incentives: Sometimes, I wish there was an incentives program for good driving. When I make a correct turn, endure a tailgater while driving the correct speed limit or stop 100% at a stop sign, I want a cop there to tell me I did a good job. Sometimes I even look around to see if any cops are around to see what a good driver I am. There never are, and if they are, they could care less. Really, the police force system is flawed, I should get something for being a good driver, like a "get out of one ticket" card I could show them, or maybe a pat on the back every once in a while. Punishing the wrong-doers and ignoring the law-abiding citizens is not the right approach!!!!!

3. They are Terrifying: Every single time I see a cop car, I tense up. One time I was on the freeway (about 2 years after my first experience with a cop) and I saw a cop on the freeway as well, and I almost had to pull over because I was hyperventilating. Yes, I realize I am severely messed up. But every one of those cops was mean to me, and for no good reason. For about a year after I was pulled over, I couldn't talk about it because I would start crying so bad. Police officers pull over hundreds of people, why do they have to be mean to me, the sweet little lamb?? I have never met a cop I have liked, even in normal situations (not being pulled over). Sorry cops. None of you have been particularly nice to me.

4. Crash and other Media: Watch the movie Crash, and you will never regain your faith in the police force system. In the media, police officers are portrayed as corrupt, mean, power tripping people, and I wish I didn't believe that. 

5. Their Dogs: Really? I understand that you are catching "bad guys", but do you have to train your dogs to be blood thirsty killers? No. 

6. Their Guns and Brutality: Yes, I realize I am probably going too far, but I hate guns, and I get physically sick when I hear about a police officer beating up/killing someone before they knew the whole story. How many videos have you seen with police officers beating up some homeless guy or some kid? It makes me sick, so much so I can't talk or think about it without feeling severely awful. 

7. I Just Don't Like Them: I'm sorry. I just feel like they think they are better than everyone else, and above the law because they enforce the law. This is the emotional scarring coming out, but no matter how much I respect the position of police officer, I just can't like them. 

Hold the Phone

If you have ever read my blog, you know that I am in love with two men: Heath Ledger and Jason Segel. I make this pretty clear, which is why you can't even begin to imagine my face when I saw this:

Who is that you ask? Well, that is Jason Segel (man I love) with Matilda Ledger (daughter of man I love). Yes folks, Jason Segel is dating Michelle Williams. That woman has loved some FINE men, namely JASON SEGEL and HEATH LEDGER. She was in Blue Valentine with Ryan Gosling, and she got to play Marilyn Monroe. I know she's had some rough times in her life (losing Heath, among other tragedies), but girlfriend has it goin' on.

I really was speechless. I still am. I can't decide if I am excited, shocked, sad, joyous or WHAT about this. All I can say is: MIND BLOWN.

I Want to Live a Life From a New Perspective

I've been thinking a lot about life, the life we choose to live, the life we think we have, the life others think we have, and the life we wish we had.

I get easily restless, and I love my life, but I would be lying if I didn't think about altering it in major ways. Moving across the country, traveling the seas, and finding a new person inside myself. I have what I call "life envy" of a few people - you know those people who seem to get to do everything you've ever wanted, and they are incredibly good at all the things you want to be good at. They seem to have it all, and for a second, maybe even a minute or longer, you wish you could have their life. But then, in moments of clarity, you realize that you are where you need to be, that all of your small experiences have led you to where you are now. You may not be in the heart of Africa, saving lives, or in your dream job, making tons of money, but you are where you're supposed to be - and you're learning a hell of a lot from it, especially when it makes you crazy. Even better still - there are probably people you know who have the same "life envy" for your life, the life you think is mediocre and boring.

For example, in my greatest dreams, I would be living in a big city, in a crazy cheap, yet big and clean apartment. I'd work as a famous writer, reader or something incredibly cool. I'd have a fulfilling, exciting job where I was successful, well-liked and constantly busy. I would be dating a Ryan Gosling (or Jason Segel) look-alike, and would only dress in the most chic clothes that I could buy without giving up my humble sensibilities (or mostly-humble sensibilities). My work would require me to travel to new cities, and move at least every 2-3 years.

Upon further inspection, I have a pretty rad life. I live in a normal-sized city, in a pretty cheap, yet big and clean apartment. I get to work with people every single day, and it is incredibly cool. I have a fulfilling, exciting job, and I think I am successful, well-liked and manage to stay fairly busy. I'm not dating a Ryan Gosling, or Jason Segel look-alike, but I'm finding a new person inside myself (which is far better, because I'm pretty sure said look-alike either is a big game hunter, or has a huge ego (two deal breakers)). Sure, my life could be better, all of our lives could be better. We could have gotten that promotion we so desperately wanted, or that purse we've had our eye on could go on sale, but in the end, does it really matter? The end justifies the means, but the means don't have to be an indication of where it all will end.

Maybe my 20s won't be as culturally diverse as other's. Maybe I won't get the chance to help women in India. Maybe I'll never be a successful Broadway actress, maybe. Maybe I'll never get a PhD, or fall in love with Jason Segel (my love is deep guys), or star in my own reality TV show. Heck, I may never be on QVC!

But that doesn't mean my life is any less blessed or less exciting. Maybe I'm finally learning what it means to be settled. Maybe.