Day: Who really cares anyways?

So, three days? Yep, that's a lot better then I thought, honestly. I'm not too keen on this whole "blogging every day" thing, so really, how did I expect myself to actually do a 15 day challenge of blogging? Oh well, I don't think anyone really cares much anyways. If you really want to know something about me, why don't you just ask?

My mom always said, that if you tell everyone everything, then no one can talk about you behind your back. So, just go ahead and ask. And right now...I'll just fill out for all of the remaining days...BECAUSE I CAN!!!

Day 04 → Someone who inspires you.

Tina Fey: Honestly, I love this woman. I inspire to be like her. She always is herself. She is never embarressed by who she is. She is weird, and goofy, and a big dork, and proud of it. It's awesome.

Day 05 → Your idea of a perfect day.

A day in bed. Food being served to me, and whatever I want on T.V playing. I would also like someone to pee and poop for me, so I don't have to move at all. If someone could feed me and reposition me as well that would be great.

Day 06 → Something you don’t leave the house without.

Clothes? No wait....scratch that. I guess I never leave my house without a soul...cuz I ate my own soul long ago and it still hasn't digested.

Day 07 → Songs that remind you of people, places and events.

"Fuck Her Gently" always reminds me of your mom.

Day 08 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but had to.

Again, this reminds me of your mom.

Day 09 → Fav TV shows: past & present.

I'm easily amused. So let's just name a few: How I Met Your Mother, Supernatural, Big Ban Theory, The Simpsons, 30 Rock, The Office, Parks and Recreaction, Firefly, Criminal Minds....how's that for a mix?

Day 10 → Discuss some of the things on your bucket list.

I have to go to a South American country one day. I love the whole "spanish" vibe, and I have to experience it first hand.

Day 11 → Photos you love.

There are so many photos I love for so many different reasons. I love any photo where you can see a genuine smile. That means that a good memmory is being made.

Day 12 → What’s in your make up bag?

I wear concealer everyday to hide these old lady bags under my eyes. And some anti-puff cream. I really am an old woman aren't I?

Day 13 → What is your favourite saying and why?

Life sucks, Then you die. Do I really need to explain why?

Day 14 → Top 20 songs on your iPod.

1. Soul Meets Body-Death Cab For Cutie

2. January Hymn-The Decemberists

3. This Is Why We Fight-The Decemberists

4. Down By The Water-The Decemberistis

5. Dear Avery-The Decemberisits

6. June Hymn-The Decemberistis

7. Here I Dreamnt I was an Architect-The Decemberists

8. Summer Skin-Death Cab For Cutie

9. Different Names for the Same Thing-Death Cab for Cutie

10 Your Heart is and Empty Room-Death Cab for Cutie

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.....Basically you get the picture....it is all The Decemberists or Death Cab for Cutie...I'm a little obsessed.

Day 15 → Something you are looking forward to

this year.

Well, this year is almost over. So for the next 2 months, I am looking forward to the holidays. I'm looking forward to expanding a bunch of new relationships with people I have met recently. I look forward to finishing this quarter of school. And I look forward to finishing the end of this amazing year. I can't wait to see what next year will bring me.

Day 3 (A Day Late)

Favorite Place To Eat:

Day 2: What makes me happy

Things that make me happy:

• Warm beverages on cold days
• Summer turning into Fall
• Cuddling with someone special
• Movie nights, staying in
• A good poop
• Finally being able to breath after a long sinus infection
• Eating, Snacking, sneaking food when I assume no one is watching
• I am obsessed with Diet coke, so I guess that makes me happy
• Words of encouragment
• The sense of realife I get when I make to the gas station without my car running out of gas
• The Decemberists
• Good music in general
• Hearing someone play music, live. (either concerts...or just hearing someone play music)
• I love fun mugs!
• Dinosaurs, of course
• thinkgeek.com
• 30 Rock
• I could go on forever....so many things make me happy...cuz life is awesome...

Day 1-15 Day Challenge

15 Day Challenge:

Day 01 → A day in your life.

Day 02 → What makes you happy?
Day 03 → Your favourite place to eat.
Day 04 → Someone who inspires you.
Day 05 → Your idea of a perfect day.
Day 06 → Something you don’t leave the hous

e without.
Day 07 → Songs that remind you of people, places and events.

Day 08 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but had to.

Day 09 → Fav TV shows: past & present.
Day 10 → Discuss some of the things on your bucket list.

Day 11 → Photos you love.

Day 12 → What’s in your make up bag?
Day 13 → What is your favourite saying and why?
Day 14 → Top 20 songs on your iPod.

Day 15 → Something you are looking forward to

this year.

...and So it begins.

Day 1.

I should have waited for an exciting day so I could describe it. But, you would be waiting for a long time. So, basically, you now get to see how awesomely lame/exciting my life is.

It all started when my alarm blasted way to early, at it's normal time of 5:45a.m. I moaned, and rolled out of bed, roughley hitting the floor with a thud. Because, when I say "I rolled out of bed", and am being litteral. I preceded to the kitchen, and got myself a caffine fix of diet coke, and let out a nice belch. I fogot to put on pants before I went into the kitchen, but was realieved to find that my roomate was still sound asleep in her bed. I filled a container with yogurt, and another with spaghetti. Got my bag ready f

or the day, and then remembered that I should get dressed. I put on the outfit I was wearing yesterday that was still thrown on the floor, looked in the mirror, shrugged, and brushed my teeth.

I then started making many odd "fat faces" into the mirror until I noticed I had been doing that for ten mins and I was going to be late for work. I then preceded to rush out the door and drive quickly to work.

I dashed through the lanes in the early morning hours on my way to work. I find it fun to drive that early. No one is on the road. Just you, and the darkness. It's like my own little zombie world. Upon arriving to work in a rush, I realized I was several mins early and shrugged. Oh well. I walked to the door,

and unlocked the building. I always laugh at this task, because I feel like "King of the Daycare!"...."BEHOLD...for only she has the key!" But, that feeling of being-on-top only last a second before I enter the darkened building. Then I start my mundaine morning tasks of opening the daycare: turn on the lights, re-write the white board, unlock all the doors, check for danger, turn on the radio and moan because Adele for the 1 millionth time, and all the other little tasks.

Today's work day, was pretty much the same old day. Every day is slightly different, and yet, slightly the same. All fun, and all boring: children, poop, boogers, laughing, jokes, fun, paint, goobers, handwashing, etc.

I did my homework on my lunch in the break room, and drew a dinosaur in my notes.

After work I clocked out and drove home. At this point I was exhausted and hungry. So I made myself the healthiest snack I could think of: red vines, potato chips, and a diet coke. Delicious. I had my small, half-hour, break, then drove to school while texting about "Pigs in a Blanket".

went to school, I learned. I felt smart. Because I am smart.

WhenI came home I tried to fix the garbage disposal because it was broken and clogged. I couldn't find anything stuck in the disposal, and it wouldn't start after I pressed the restart button or restarted it on the circiut breaker. So I decided to track to good ol' Fred Meyers at get some draino. I noticed my gas light gage was low, and for a brief momment I thought about getting gas but I decided against it, because that would be too sensible. I paced around the store for about 10 minuets until I found the Draino.

I With the Draino purchased, I made my way home poured it in the sink, then made myself dinner: taco salad! It was delicious: spiniach, tomatoes, colby-jack, pinto beans, cilantro, then I topped it with some crushed chips and a mixture of sour cream and salsa. I was very satisfied. I ate my meal while laughing to an episode of 30 Rock. I snorted several times, and almost choked on my food. But, no one was around, so it didn't count.

I then clean the kitchen, rinsed out the Draino and did the dishes. The disposal still doesn't work, but at least the water will drain. I looked up the number to my property manager and made a mental note to call them tomorrow.

After I procrastinated so much, I finally worked on studying for my psycology test. And that's all I did for 2 hours. It was awful. I would have rather gotten peed on my a pregnant hyena. But, it's done. After my mind melted and I was able to form it back into my skull for a brief momment, I went on Facebook and did some classic Facebook stalking. I had an awesome IM conversation, and worked on makeing "Nap C.D's" for work.

I took a shower, and went to bed. And Now I'm typing. But, I'm typing this after midnight?

So, I guess, dissregard everything you just read. My day goes as follows: I sat in bed and typed in my blog, I'm about to go to sleep, but I'm excited to see what this day will bring. The End.

Well, that was a waste of a blog...

End Of Day

Hold Your Own Baby, Please and Thank You

Today, I had a revelation. I work at a daycare, and am going to majior in Elementry Educaiton, but I have discovered, babies freak me out. With those big judgmental eyes, and that helpless little look they give you that just screams, "Take care of me woman!" Babies are frightening.

An old co-worker of mine brought her baby into work today to show "IT" off. All the other women there were instantly were oogly and ah-gling this spawn, but I wanted to back away. There was no desire for me to hold that fetus. None what-so-ever. I normally just shrug these feelings aside and come up with some excuse, "I think I feel a cold coming on", "I have to go poop" etc. Then I walk away without having to contaminate my arms with babies. But, today I had the realization: this is not a normal reaction to babies.

There are certain days in the daycare where I do work with the babies in the baby room, and I have no problem with that. Babies are cute, and when I am in there, it is a job: and I am good at my job. But, I don't actually like babies. They are terrifying. They poop, and pee, and get fed, and are easily breakable. It's like they are born with a self-destruct button and anywhere you push on it it is going to explode. They are so dependant on you, that it terrifies me that I am going to fail. When a baby grows up a little, and start's crawling/walking, they are fine. Toddlers are great people, but until that momment, those mutant spawns are the worst joke God has ever created (besides the platypus).

When I grow up, I have always wanted to have children of my own. Today, I feaked myself out: what if my fear of babies doesn't go away? What if when I birth my own lizard-spawn I am repulsed by it? I guess I have many years to find out, but in the mean time, I just have to find a way to face my fear, and hold a baby.