Tuesday, December 28, 2010

"We are family. I got all my sisters with me."

"Sometimes I think we were supposed to be twins."

This is a quote from my sister Jessie, who happens to be 4.5 years younger than me. She's on crack, but that's why I love her. I know what she meant, though. We're so similar with regards to our little quirks and sense of humor. It's still hard to believe sometimes, because the two of us were mortal enemies when we were younger. If we got into a fight my mom would make us sit by each other on the couch, bodies touching, for extended periods of time. And if we were in big trouble we had to hug! Haha! Now we're super close. Well, not that "I tell you ever aspect of my personal life" close, but more like "We're sitting in complete silence and randomly burst out into song at the exact same moment, the same part of the song, and both take it up an octave" kind of close. Because we do that. A lot. I like to quote her frequently on my Twitter. She cracks me up so often, I just couldn't deprive the world my 70+ followers of her fabulous humor.

Jessie and I may have very similar personalities, but when it comes to looks we couldn't be more polar opposite. Jessie is a tall, skinny, cute brunette, and I am a short, fat, blonde who has the potential to be cute if I shrunk to half my size. I have tiny ankles, though, and Jessie has cankles, so I've got that going for me.

I'm not really that fat, nor do I look like a penguin, in real life.

My littlest sister, Melissa, and I have only started to get close again recently. From the time she was born, up until about the age of 4, we were attached at the hip. We used to watch marathons of Friday the 13th together when I would babysit. (And the award for Best Babysitter goes to...) She grew up and became that textbook bratty little sister, among other things that I won't get into, and it really wrecked our relationship.

Unlike Jessie and I, she and I are more similar in looks than personality. She doesn't have cankles either, so hooray for us. We've got a lot of patching up to do, but we've made a start and that's what really matters. My favorite thing to do with Melissa is make her laugh. She doesn't do it often, so it's a real accomplishment when you can break through that plaster mold she refers to as her face. Jessie and I together can really get her going. Good times are had by all.

A rare picture of the three of us getting along.

The three of us may not have always been best friends, and we may never be, but we have built substantially on our relationships this past year, and everyone's lives much greater because of it.

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Day 8 - A song that you know all the words to:

During 8th/9th grade, I was more than obsessed with The Miseduaction of Lauryn Hill, specifically the song Everything is Everything. I would lock myself in my bedroom and practice the song's rap over and over and over. I would even try to remember where to take big breaths so I didn't mess up anything. To this day I remember ever single word of the song, and I even still try sometimes to rap it as perfectly as possible. (And actually, I'm not too shabby, if I say so myself. You know, for a white girl.) I still remember when the video premiered on TRL,

and Carson stating that it was some sort of amazing, ground-breaking piece of work. Not so ground-breaking anymore, but great nonetheless.

Monday, December 27, 2010

"Take this job and shove it!"

First and foremost, I AM SO HAPPY TO BE BLOGGING AGAIN! My sister had the only actual computer in our house and it was loaded with viruses so she didn't want anyone using it anymore. Then the neighbor put a password on her wi-fi that we were stealing borrowing, so then I really couldn't do any blogging. Christmas came around, though, and I got my laptop that I waited an eternity for, and all is right with the world again. Well, kind of... I got to work tonight and about had a heart attack.

For the past several months I've only been getting scheduled two days a week. It sucks. I make just enough to pay my bills. I've been holding out, though, because #1 I live in a tiny town with zero job opportunities, #2 I don't have a vehicle to find a job in any surrounding towns, and #3 One of my coworkers was supposed to be moving so I figured I'd pick up more hours when she left. I guess she still plans on moving, but it's been slightly postponed. Yay for me. Now the boss apparently decided that we needed another worker and she's taking one of my two days a week, leaving me with one day a week. ONE DAY. It's mindblowing.

I don't go above and beyond and work my butt off,

I certainly wouldn't want something like this to happen.

 but I do my job and I do it well. If he's dissatisfied with my performance then he needs to get a backbone and just fire me. If that's not the case, then he needs to grow a brain and realize that a person cannot survive off of four hours a week. Oh, what's that? I didn't mention that I only work four hour shifts? I only work four hour shifts. I hate to admit it, but I've been thinking tonight that I might try to get a job at Mickey D's.

It's most definitely not my first, second, or forty-eighth choice, but I have to do something. Four hours a week on minimum wage is not going to cut it. Oh my goodness, I am going to be stuck in my parents' basement for the rest of my miserable life. Lord, help me now. Ask and it shall be given, right??

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Day 7 - A song that reminds you of a certain event:

When I graduated my best friend (at the time, but that's a story for another day) and I sang I Hope You Dance by Leann Womack while another classmate accompanied us on the piano. It was particularly special because the three of us also sang for Girls' Trio in Academic Track when we were in eighth grade. (Academic Track is like the Olympics for nerds, consisting of music, art, and and testing categories.) It was such a fitting end to our high school careers, almost mirroring where we were four years earlier. When the song was over, my friend and I bear hugged on the stage for what seemed like an eternity. It was super cheesy and everyone loved only one person hated our performance. Seriously. A kid in our class told me that he liked it, but his mom said that she didn't, and that Leann did a better job. You think?! We were 17 year old girls and Leann Womack is a professional, a woman with a developed voice. Whatever. I'm not bitter. I swear.