I bit my lip and decided to go ahead and start shopping for jeans. I decided to NOT go to old navy, and see if there is any other place that has jeans that look slightly okay on me. (Since my last pair from Old Navy sort of ripped in half after a day on-the-go, I thought I should take a step up.) So, I Searched far and wide across Chicago-land.
First, Marshall's. Second, T.J Maxx. Third, Kohl's.......
Everything was either way too expensive, or just looked like CRAP. I finally gave up, and dragged myself into an Old Navy. I stood in front of the rows and rows of jeans, -looking like an idiot- and finally picked carefully out of the dozens of styles; Diva, Sweetheart, Flirt, Goddess, or Dreamer. (Who comes up with these names?!) I skillfully balanced myself on my flip-flops, and started skimming the sizes. Which, by the way, raises another issue, WHY THE HECK do they make bigger sizes (I'll admit it, I'm one of those bigger sizes) all the way to the floor!? Do the staff members love to see the fellow-fat-people teetering on their tiptoes? Do they like to see us grunt and moan trying to find our exact size (short, medium or tall) and then finally discovering it, pulling it out as a victory, only to find that we completely wrecked the neat stack of jeans? WHY OH WHY does every store do that?
Whew. I'm done. *ahem* So, what I was saying, I skillfully balanced myself on the concrete floor, reaching down to the lowest of lows, and find.....*drum roll please* An amazing pair of jeans.
Success!
Remind me to always come back to Old Navy. Even though I think it's crap all other times, I giggle to myself now that I always find what I'm looking for every time I go in there.
Yay Old Navy!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
to read or not to read
I have found these last couple of days to be horrible; I have literally been so annoyed at myself for so many reasons beyond words. I have discovered too many things about my self, and almost to the extent of wanting to change every single aspect of myself, and every single little thing that bothers me, (and I'm sure bothers other people too) I have discovered almost a mystery about myself.
It always turns out to be a terrible thing when these things happen, almost eerie. "How did I not know that about myself?" "How did I not notice that there was a major issue in that place of my heart?" I always only seem to notice these things when I talk.
Of course it all come down to my blabber-mouth tendencies. I see that I say things that I don't even realize fell out of my mouth*. I find that I try too hard. My personality is getting berserk because of it. I have noticed clearly with various friendships, It's lacking something more.
Also, another thing that I find really quite frustrating is the fact that I don't have anything interesting about myself. I really don't do anything in particular that wants people to be friends with me. Nothing interesting, not an amazing personality that everyone is intensely attracted to. My group of friends that are not christians tend to be more open, and accept me for my quirky self, I adore that. Why can't everyone be like that?
I discovered though at my church is that people are more closed. Everyone has their own little group, it really is an acceptance issue. It's such a small church, I grew up with practically everyone, but I also feel kind of awkward there. I don't have any real friends there. I have REAL friends there, but i'm not close to them as I wish I could be. (Especially as my church family, frankly,I feel extremely left out) It's almost like I just sit in a chair and hope that someone comes and talks to me.**
Okay, so sorry for the 'downer post' guys, i'm surprised if you actually read this much since it's such a self-absorbed blog post. I'll have to write in later since it is getting so late, and i'll definitely be able to write more by tomorrow (or sunday) I hate where I am, and if you think about me this week or today, please pray for me. This time I really need it. I don't really feel how I want to feel, and it's not good where I am...
*Almost like drool when your sleeping on a plane, you wake up, and you realize you have that drool coming down your chin, on to your chest. It's just about the most embarrassing thing.
**Johnnie- (Since you're the only one who reads my blog, at least I think you do) I'm not necessarily talking about you in general, it's mostly me and my extreme wild imagination taking a hold of me. :)
It always turns out to be a terrible thing when these things happen, almost eerie. "How did I not know that about myself?" "How did I not notice that there was a major issue in that place of my heart?" I always only seem to notice these things when I talk.
Of course it all come down to my blabber-mouth tendencies. I see that I say things that I don't even realize fell out of my mouth*. I find that I try too hard. My personality is getting berserk because of it. I have noticed clearly with various friendships, It's lacking something more.
Also, another thing that I find really quite frustrating is the fact that I don't have anything interesting about myself. I really don't do anything in particular that wants people to be friends with me. Nothing interesting, not an amazing personality that everyone is intensely attracted to. My group of friends that are not christians tend to be more open, and accept me for my quirky self, I adore that. Why can't everyone be like that?
I discovered though at my church is that people are more closed. Everyone has their own little group, it really is an acceptance issue. It's such a small church, I grew up with practically everyone, but I also feel kind of awkward there. I don't have any real friends there. I have REAL friends there, but i'm not close to them as I wish I could be. (Especially as my church family, frankly,I feel extremely left out) It's almost like I just sit in a chair and hope that someone comes and talks to me.**
Okay, so sorry for the 'downer post' guys, i'm surprised if you actually read this much since it's such a self-absorbed blog post. I'll have to write in later since it is getting so late, and i'll definitely be able to write more by tomorrow (or sunday) I hate where I am, and if you think about me this week or today, please pray for me. This time I really need it. I don't really feel how I want to feel, and it's not good where I am...
*Almost like drool when your sleeping on a plane, you wake up, and you realize you have that drool coming down your chin, on to your chest. It's just about the most embarrassing thing.
**Johnnie- (Since you're the only one who reads my blog, at least I think you do) I'm not necessarily talking about you in general, it's mostly me and my extreme wild imagination taking a hold of me. :)
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Babysitting.
I am rarely in a bad mood, I don't lose my patience, and I keep my cool, if I tell you I'm in a bad mood, (it's extremely rare) stay far away. It's a warning signal like the rattle of a rattlesnake...Okay, fine, it's not that bad. But I think you get the idea.
Yesterday, I was babysitting, for 12 hours, It's a usual babysitting job, and I honestly don't mind doing it. Okay, I won't get all crazy teenage-babysitter on you, but basically, the baby was supposed to fall asleep around 7:30, and didn't fall asleep till 11:30. Those four hours consisted of me walking around the house trying EVERY SINGLE THING to make her go to asleep, or at least stop crying. The Mom didn't even know what to do,. It sucked.
Okay.
I'm done. :)
Yesterday, I was babysitting, for 12 hours, It's a usual babysitting job, and I honestly don't mind doing it. Okay, I won't get all crazy teenage-babysitter on you, but basically, the baby was supposed to fall asleep around 7:30, and didn't fall asleep till 11:30. Those four hours consisted of me walking around the house trying EVERY SINGLE THING to make her go to asleep, or at least stop crying. The Mom didn't even know what to do,. It sucked.
Okay.
I'm done. :)
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