Talking

So to give you some background on the story I'm about to tell... I have a manager at work and he's a pretty nice guy. He's pretty good to the employees so it's nice working for him. But he has this habit of treating people like they're stupid when they do something he considers... well stupid. I saw a woman come up to him one time and ask what our shaken ice tea was. He replied with "It's ice tea, that we shake" along with a semi disgusted expression on his face. Which is slightly funny, but it's also kind of cruel sometimes. So needless to say his customer service skills aren't amazing by any means.


Today I had a customer come up to me and order a smoothie. I rang her up and just as I was finishing she asked if I gave her the 10 cent discount for bringing her own cup in. I hadn't, so I called my manager up (since I can't do them myself) to give her the 10 cent refund. When he came up, he asked what I needed and I told him and he started laughing and saying "Oh damn, you ladies are ridiculous" and they started joking back and forth. The thing is, is that I know my manager doesn't joke about stuff like that really. He just insults people with a smile and they think he is kidding when he really is not. It's kind of amusing to a certain extent, as long as the other people don't catch on. Then it just becomes embarrassing, so I try to stay out of those situations.

So the ladies got their refund and went to sit down. I went to the back and started washing dishes and my manager came back and started talking about how it was so funny people never know he was joking and that he thought they were idiots, and he could tell them that and they thought he wasn't serious... and he was saying it so LOUD ha ha ha. I just kind of nodded and went on washing dishes and eventually he went back up front. He was quickly back though with a concerned look on his face asking "Do you think all the people out in the cafe heard me? I went out there and they all looked at my funny all at once."

I kind of mumbled an "I don't know..." and kept my head low trying not to laugh at the fact that he had been so blatantly caught. Just goes to show that you shouldn't be saying anything about someone, that you don't want them to hear.

Children

My fiance was saying how he would really liked to be married in a catholic church because that is the faith that he grew up in, which is completely fine with me even though I'm not a catholic. He was saying how we need to decide how many kids we want to have because we're going to have separate interviews with a priest. We need to have the same answer or he might not marry us. And I FREAKED out thinking about it because I'm just not ready to have kids yet.

Here is the thing. I like kids, I really do. But I think that they are a great responsibility that I refuse to take lightly. Growing up, I never was around babies a lot, or even small children (after I stopped being one ha ha). I wasn't huge into babysitting, and when I did it was always a bunch of kids that were really disrespectful. So I didn't really have a positive image of kids/babies growing up. That was until our new neighbors moved in with their 6 month old baby that I'll call John. John's dad worked and his mom went to school to be a nurse. While she was going to school, me or my sister would babysit John at his house in the mornings. He was great. A really happy baby, very easily entertained and very loving.

One of the funniest memories I have of him was when my family went over to their house one night for dinner. As soon as he saw us his little face lighted up and a huge smile took over his face... until he started crying, while still smiling ha ha. He was usually asleep when we got to their house in the morning to babysit, but when he was awake he would cry when his mommy left for school. So while he was happy to see us, he got sad because he thought his mom was leaving. It was kind of funny because he was crying and smiling at the same time.

A few months before he turned 3, he died in an accident, a few days before my birthday. It was really hard to deal with. I can't even imagine what his parents went through. The last memory I have was of him running down their drive way in the summer to come hug me. He had just learned to say my name, and he was giggling and saying my name as he ran towards me. After that I didn't really want to have anything to do with kids. Why even risk that kind of pain when something like that can happen?

My saving grace was a job I (somewhat reluctantly) took a couple years later, helping to homeschool 4 kids. Their ages ranged from 2-8, and while at first I didn't bond with the youngest boy, eventually I came to love all of them as if they were my own siblings. They were wonderful kids and really opened up my heart in the way only children can. I worked with them for 4 years, and towards the end I felt so blessed to be getting paid to do a "job" that felt like I was hanging out with family. I really owe a lot to that family for what they helped me through. And they showed me that large families aren't that bad (they had 8 kids total), and when they have an amazing mother like they did, that it actually worked really well.

So while someday I do want children, I want to take my time getting there. I want to make sure I've lived and have no regrets. I want to make sure that I will be able to do everything I can, to be the best parent I can. And I'm just not at that point yet.

I told my fiance a few days after he mentioned it, that I'd been feeling really pressured to come up with an answer, and that we should just both agree on a random number for the interview, and we could decide later what we really wanted. Which he said he had said the first time, just that I didn't understand it ha ha. Ahhh the joys of miscommunication when you're in a relationship. He didn't mean to put pressure on me, just that we needed to agree on a number for now, but really we'll decide later when we're ready to have kids. Maybe we'll have 1 and decide that's it, or maybe we'll like the first one so much we'll have 5. We both know we would like to have kids someday, just not right now.

Threading

I've always had problems with plucking my eye brows, which isn't a good thing because I have eye brows that would make Chewbacca proud. The first couple times I plucked, my eye brows bled. Probably because I was inexperienced and didn't pluck fast enough, but that's because it HURT like hell every hair I did. I tried using a warm compress before hand, I tried icing them afterward, nothing really helped. I kind of learned to deal with it, and the pain slightly lessened over time. Needless to say I only pluck from time to time (or pretty much never) ha ha.

Recently in malls, I've been noticing stands that offer eyebrow threading. Which I was extremely intrigued by, mainly because it looked like it didn't really hurt. Just soft little strings, nothing like the cold surgical steel of tweezers (ok I'm slightly dramatic). So when I was out shopping with my sister when she was visiting me, we saw a salon that offered it. I mentioned that I thought it was an intriguing idea and my sister said she always wanted to see someone get it done. Since I was the one with ragingly out of control eyebrows obvious candidate and she offered to pay for it (for my sake of course), we went into the salon.

It was only $10 to get the eyebrows done so I agreed to it, and next thing I know I'm pretty much laying down in a salon chair awkwardly pulling the skin around my eyes taut. So my initial conception that this wouldn't hurt... WAS COMPLETELY WRONG. I cried the first brow she did. Sure I can blame it on my eye watering from the stinging, but the hell with being tough, it hurt like a bitch! Fortunately it only lasted about 60 seconds then she went onto the other eye, which to be fair wasn't as bad now that I was prepared for it. That eye didn't "water."

She finishes and I sit up and look in the mirror... and I have perfect eyebrows staring back it me. I didn't think my eyebrows were capable of looking that good. And it only took about 2 minutes. So yes, despite the pain, I will be going back because 2 minutes beats the 10-20 I normally have to take plucking so might was well get it all over with at once. And it lasts 6 weeks!!! I'm thinking about getting my upper lip done next time but I'm not sure if I can handle it...

And if you think I am exaggerating about my eyebrows, I have had several people I work with randomly tell me I look really good and ask if I've changed my makeup/hair. I then inform them that no, I have not, but I did get the caterpillars that used to be on my face taken off, and replaced with the perfect movie star brows that now adorn my face.

Lucky

I'm pretty lucky in the fact that I really like my future in law family, especially my future mother in law. She's a really sweet caring person and I'm fortunate to have her in my life.

She likes to forward me random emails that she gets the the most recent was this gem. A realistic American barbie:

Finally. A roll model that we can realistically try to emulate ;)

Cheap

So I was going to talk about what I cheap ass I am when it comes to clothes (I have never spent more than $30 on pants, must less a shirt) BUT... I heard about Rifftrax from a girl from work. Needless to say I pretty much consider her my new bff because of this treasure she shared with me. This basically sums up my feelings for the Twilight movies:



Don't get me wrong, I like the story. It's kind of unique and cute, but the movies slaughtered it. And the more I think about Edward, the creepier he gets. So enjoy. And if you liked it be sure to check out some of their other stuff one youtube, like the Star Wars ones!

Engaged!

So the bf finally proposed last weekend. He had a bunch of family in town and we were all going to watch a baseball game. I was pretty sure he was going to propose that day, at the game because he had said things like "I asked how much it would be to put something on the jumbotron" and then didn't give an explanation why, so being extremely intelligent and intuitive... I figured that was going to be the way he asked me.

We went over to his parents house for lunch and to hang out with the family before the game. We ended up watching an Animal Planet show about ranchers. It was umm, authentic ha ha. It was taking place during the spring so cows were giving birth left and right. Coming from the dairy capitol of the world in Idaho, I've seen my fair share, so thankfully I was used to it. I was somehow so caught up in the show (how can you look away from blood, guts, and birthing material? *barf*) that I didn't notice people were holding video camera's until the bf turned to me and started saying how much he loved me and pulled out a box (!) and asked if I would marry him. To which of course I said yes (would I really be posting this if I didn't?).

So he put the ring on my finger and I got hugged by everyone in the family, then they pulled out a cake that said "Congratulations" on it and we ate it. They joked about how they had a cake that said "Sorry" in the refrigerator in case I said no ha ha.

This is a picture of it. It's a little fancier than I wanted, but it's very unique and beautiful, and he did pick it out all by himself so I love it. There is another band that goes over the top for the wedding ceremony.

After that we went to the baseball game. He told me he was going to propose at the game, but the guy who was supposed to rent the time space for him to do it, dropped the ball and it didn't end up happening. Which was FINE with me because I'm not really great on camera, especially when 45,000 people are watching me. I tend to turn red, stammer, and would probably end up drooling or spitting because I'm prone to do embarrassing things when being watched closely.

As we were waiting for the game to start, the bf's (ahem I mean fiance's) 2 year old nephew got hit on the head with a water bottle. We were on the bottom tier of the stadium, right under the second tier, and the bottle fell from the second tier and hit him. I think it just grazed his head and startled him but he was pretty upset. Some guy looked over the rail and started laughing. Laughing! Which was extremely stupid because next thing you know, all 6 men from the family are running up the steps to get him. Have I mentioned my bf is an amateur body builder and he's one of the smaller men in his family? So we were basically ready to see this guys body flying over the side next, but fortunately for the laugher, security got involved first and kicked him out of the game. The nephew was all right once he calmed down and got some cotton candy, which would make anyone feel better right? ;)

After that we watched the fireworks the stadium put on since it was the 3rd of July. And (side rant)... the only fireworks we could find were snap pops. SNAP POPS. Needless to say we'll be spending any future 4th of July's in Idaho where they let you light off real fireworks.

Sisters

Having the sister here is GREAT. Although sadly the bf is starting to feel a little neglected so we'll have to have some date time soon.

We were talking a couple days ago about how differently our parents treated us (oldest and youngest child). While we are only 3 years a part, it's crazy how differently they treated us. My sister went to a baseball game with my dad a few weeks ago and he bought her a beer (she's 20). When I turned 21 and my mom begged me not to go out and get a drink. Right.

My favorite one though was when I picked my sister up early from prom awhile ago. We were talking to my mom the next morning and she asked what time sister got home, and I told her 11.
Mom: "Wow, that's the earliest any of you have gotten home from prom."
Me: "Umm actually, you made me come home at 10 when I went."
Mom: "That's not true." (typical mom response when ever I enlighten her as to how I was treated)
Me: "It's completely true. And you had a neighbor couple chaperon us the whole time."
Mom: "Oh. Yah, that's right ha ha ha. You don't hate me for that right?"

Love you lots, like vodka shots and tater tots.

My sister is coming to visit tomorrow for 10 days! Super excited because she's my best friend. She's pretty weird like me too so it's going to be fun. True story about the sis, she was on a date with a guy to a nice steak house and all she ordered was tater tots and cheese cake. And yes, he did ask her out again ha ha. I'm going to do back to ID with her for a friend's wedding reception when she's done (driving through Nevada GAG).

We're going to see a Diamonbacks vs. Dodgers baseball game this weekend, maybe float down the river (yes, Phoenix has 1 river). There is also a wine tasting night in the plans. I'm really trying to increase my wine knowledge so I thought this would help me towards my goal of becoming a wine snob. I'm currently a beer snob but nobody really cares about that as much as wine.

I'm kind of depressed about this upcoming 4th of July. Normally in Idaho we'd visit an Indian reservation and get "real" fireworks. aka mortars, large, rockets, roman candles, ect. But Phoenix doesn't look so kindly on fireworks so I'm going to have to content myself with sparklers. This is pretty stupid because, yes, Phoenix is hot, but it's the desert... there isn't really anything to catch fire to. At least not like the hay fields or rampant weeds we had all over Idaho. It makes the pyro inside of me cry.

There is also some serious shopping involved. I know where all of the malls and some cute shops are... I just never want to go shopping by myself. I don't *need* a second opinion, but I definitely like to dress uniquely and sometimes that, is a good thing and sometimes I just need someone to tell me "That looks like your half tellatubby and half space invader. Take it off now." I really value honesty when it comes to clothing.