A Lesson in Manners

Now I'm not claiming to be the know all be all of manners.  Yes I have my vices but I do consider my self a generally considerate person.  For instance, when asked to be someplace at a certain time, I make it a point to arrive on time.  Whenever we had family Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, parties of any sort, my family was ALWAYS late.  I remember one year my mom was so upset about us always being late, she told my dad that the get together started 2 hours earlier than it actually did so we would get there on time.  It was a move like this that helped me realize that I HATE being late.  And as someone who prides herself on being a good hostess and a gracious guest, I find it UNBELIEVABLY rude to show up late or just not show up and not call.  
Now, translate this into everyday life and not just parties and get togethers. I understand showing up a tad bit late for class every now and then.  I understand that some people have class ALL the way ACROSS campus and may always walk in a few minutes late.  This I have no problem with.  However, I do have a LARGE problem with the fact that in my 50 minute chemistry class, there happens to be this one girl who walks in AT LEAST 20-30 minutes late EVERY class.  This isn't just once in a while, its EVERY day we have class.  Its not even like she can sneak in the back, the only way to get into class is through the front of the room through a very squeeky door!  I cannot believe how inconsiderate that is! UGH! And its not like she just rolled out of bed, the girl has her hair and makeup all nicely done when she walks in.  I just want to scream at her  "WAKE UP AN HOUR EARLIER!"  or "ITS A 9 O'CLOCK CHEM CLASS, NO ONE CARES WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE!!" 

And The Count Down Begins

What may you ask am I counting towards?  The day I move out of this condemnable hell-hole I live in.  102 days left.  At the new apartment I will no longer have to worry about: having a mowed lawn, living in the ghetto, biking to campus as my ONLY means of transportation, bugs crawling through the pipes, dishes piling up in the sink, having to put shoes on in order to do my laundry, having to lock up my laundry machines, hearing every single outside noise in my house clear as day, an oven that makes terrible noises, coming home and having a book case in my front yard(not my book case), getting my mailbox ripped out of the ground, coming home to find my landlord's latest 'project' on our property.  I CANNOT wait to have a dishwasher, washer and dryer in side, CLEAN carpets and walls, kitchen tiles that match, a kitchen that is not puke green, a door that actually closes, water that STAYS hot, etc.  Don't get me wrong, I'm super grateful for the experience to know what its like to live like this.  Its taught me valuable lessons.  Such as: no dishwasher = deal breaker, if it doesn't look clean when you move in, aint no way it's ever gonna be clean, if you're unhappy in your house, you will eat a ton of food to distract yourself and you will resent your house for all your problems!  Only 102 more days! THANK THE GOOD LORD ABOVE

Small Pleasures That Inspire Simple Joy!

I read this article today and was surprised at how true these things are.  It got me thinking about what "small pleasures" I enjoy.  (definitely not #70 but for sure #83 can't happen enough!)
My small pleasures that bring a simple joy!
1.  Sunny warm days where the wind tosses your hair perfectly!
2.  An unexpected cal from a friend just to say I love you or I miss you
3.  A pet's warmth against your body
4.  A dog's kiss when you're feeling low
5.  getting out of class early/ having class cancelled
6.  daisies
7. daffodils
8.  sunflowers
9. roses
10. flowers of any kind really

Spring Break Reflection - not a happy ending

So the week before Spring Break, on Tuesday, I got a call from my mom.  I was at the park with Amy and her roommate's dog Granger.  Granger is a puppy and Amy and I regularly have Tuesday dates where we gossip and play with the puppy.  I answered the phone no big deal and my mom said she had some news.  I had no clue what was coming.  She proceeded to tell me that Martie, my greyhound, was doing really badly Monday night and when she was standing, she couldn't lay down and when she was laying down, she couldn't get up.  Then my mother told me that early that morning they took Martie to the vet and she and my Dad had to make the heart wrenching decision to have Martie 'put down'.  I knew she hadn't been doing well and I knew that this day was coming but I wasn't ready for it.  When I was in 8th grade, I volunteered at a greyhound adoption society.  I worked at the Petsmart with the society and we tried to get the dogs adopted to loving families.  It was the second week that I was working with them that I saw the most beautiful dog.  She was a smaller greyhound, obviously a runt of the litter, and I walked her around and stayed with her.  When I looked at her, I winked.  She winked back.  She was perfect.  She had a champagne colored coat and she had the most adorable overbite.  We adopted her and took her home.  She and Ginger had some altercations at first but grew to love each other.  She was my dog, I picked her out, I loved her longest.  I miss her so incredibly much.  Even though I didn't see her much when I was in college, knowing that she was waiting for me at home gave me comfort.  This was not how I wanted to preface my spring break.  
Spring break finally rolls around and Mom and I go to Dallas with Mindy and Annie.  We had a really great time and it was such a nice break from the news of Martie.  On our way home, Dad called Mom about the vet visit the Ginger had earlier Monday morning.  We learned that Ginger had cancer of the kidneys, bladder, liver and lungs etc.  I was devastated.  We didn't know how long she was going to have and I didn't want to face losing my other dog so quickly to Martie's passing.  Friday of spring break, I woke up past noon and Emma was getting ready to leave.  Ginger had been panting all morning apparently.  I pet her some and she was laying in front of the couch.  Mom came home and she and Emma and Dad were packing up her car so Emma could leave.  I was just sitting with Ginger.  Emma left.  While Mom and Dad and Emma were outside, Ginger was acting odd, she arched her back and got her head caught under the couch but i fixed it and she was just leaning on me.  I didn't know what to do so I screamed out for Mom and Dad.  No one came.  I was terrified, all I could do was blubber, "its ok, you're gonna be ok" to Ginger.  When Mom and Dad returned an eternity later, Dad called the vet and they said we could bring her in and stay with her.  She couldn't get up and Dad had to carry her in a blanket.  We had just gotten her into the vet's office and on the table when I saw her chest wasn't moving.  It was awful.  All I could do was scream to the vets, "She's not breathing, help! She's not breathing!"  I was hysterical and so were my parents.  We were losing our baby.  Our first puppy, we'd had her since she was a little little puppy.  We'd had her for at least 11 years but I still wanted more from her.  Which I suppose was unfair of me.  I've had dogs since I was in first grade and don't know how to not have them in my life.  This has been the hardest two weeks I've had to endure in the longest time....

Martie

Gingersnap

Happily Never After

Sometimes I wonder who I'm doing all this for.  I go to school for my parents, I study for my teachers,  I go to class to give other people my notes, I dress up for other people, I bake cakes for other people, I do everything for other people.  Its gotten to the point where I only rationalize things by who they benefit the most.  Like, if I continue this just because all my friends want me too, its fine.  I only just realized that it completely isn't fair to the other people involved.  But here's the catch, I don't know if it was entirely just for my friends.  I didn't really realize it until today and what I had done had all sunk in.  It hit me so hard and so fast, all I wanted was a bunch of popcorn and chocolate.  
Its not fair that things happen on tv and in the movies how everyone finds their "perfect someone" instantly.  Its always obvious who they end up with: Scarlett and Rhett, Danny and Sandy, Peter Pan and Wendy, Ross and Rachel, etc. It would be super fantastic if in life, the first guy you meet you fall madly in love, you get married and live happily ever after.  Unfortunately, those are all fiction.  
For someone who is so traditional and concerned with raising a family, I don't have the best role-models: Julia Child and Martha Stewart.  Martha Stewart isn't married, unless you count being married to your work because her marriage failed.  And Julia Child didn't marry till she was like 40 and she was a virgin until she met her husband.  I always thought I wanted to be like these women but I don't want to be divorced and I don't want to be a virgin at 40 and childless!!!
I don't know what exactly came over me but I think a lot has to do with the fact that all of my friends have "the one" Kristen's got Howie, Jessica has Yan, Troy doesn't really have to worry about finding someone because he could get whoever he wanted, and a large majority of people I know have a significant other and  are in a SERIOUS  relationship.  
I really just want things to be like the 50s, relationships weren't all about sex they were about getting to know each other in hopes that they could get married.  I don't want this let's just do this to kill time because thats not who I am.  I always assumed that once I got to college, everything would be different from high school.  The thing is though, nothing is really different at all.  The drama is still abundant and I just hate it.  I hate feeling like every move i make is scrutinized by everyone.  

Apparently

So apparently I missed the memo that everyone else got today: It's everyone piss off Hannah day.  So i go to class this morning, someone cuts me off at the stop sign, and then i get to the garage and can't find a good parking spot.  Then I go to chem class and am utterly bored because apparently, education majors are dumb blondes and have to ask the most ridiculous questions.  Then I go to the library and all the good seats are taken and i have to use the outlet that looks like you'll get electrocuted if you plug into it but hey, i don't! (its sad that this is the high point of my day) Then I head off to music and my day is looking up, the elevator wasn't a long wait and i didn't have to stop at every floor! WHOO HOO!!!! But then when I get to music class, I'm venting to my friend Amy and this girl comes and sits next to me.  No big deal, i like people.  But then things start to get ugly.  She brought a can of diet coke with her to class.  My general rule of thumb is don't bring open containers to class, chances are, they'll just make a mess.  So I guess she thought it would be a good idea to put it on the little fold out writing desk thingy.  Then she takes the desk and tips it to get something from her bag, well wouldn't you know, that can slid right off!!! Who would have thought?!  Not the dummy sitting next to me apparently.  So where did the can go? you might ask, oh you guessed it! Right in my lap.  It COMPLETELY soaked through my lap and the seat and my coat.  So now, I have to sit through music class, sticky and damp.  She didn't offer to clean it up or get me paper towels or anything.  Real nice, huh?  Well as class progresses, this intelligent person next to me, keeps rocking the little writing table thingy right into my leg.  She did it at least 20 times.  What?! It isn't bad enough you made getting through the rest of my classes unbearable, you just HAD to give me a bruise too?!  Gee thanks! You're really just TOO kind.  I mean really, you must be SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO freaking proud of yourself!!!

Its a wonderful day in the neighborhood!!.... NOT

Dear neighbor.
I do not know who you are but I would like to politely request that you turn the freaking bass down.  I do not know if you listen to your music in the house, garage or your car.  It is obnoxious and I should not be able to hear your gangsta rap laying in my bed.  This being said, I would also like to state your other offenses towards me and my house:
1) Do NOT ever park or allow a guest to park directly in front of or in my driveway.  This is not polite nor appropriate.
2) Do NOT pull into my drive way to turn around, miss the gravel and dig up half my yard trying to get out
3) Do not park directly behind my driveway.  If you honestly think I won't back into you, you're crazy.
4) Do NOT pull my mailbox out of the yard in a drunken fit.
5) Finally, Do NOT invite all your obnoxious red-neck friends in their big trucks to come play pool OUTSIDE.  This is not ok for the following reasons: a) Trucks take up the whole street b) who the HECK plays pool outside?


Thanks and Gig'em
Your friendly neighbor