Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Sometimes I believe I was born for the old days. For the times when life didn't move quite so fast, jokes were funnier, and people were nicer. When you paid for gas, you paid for a window cleaning and an oil check. I wish people would have held on to that mentality. When I hold open a door for an elderly individual, they honestly look shocked. One thing that just irritates me are the whiners. I know it's considered whining when I complain about whiners, but really? I work in fast food, and I know that's my first problem, but there is only so much a girl can take. What are you really going to accomplish by cussing out a teenage girl?
But that's just one rampage. I pass this old gas station quite a bit on my daily drive, and everytime it makes me wonder how many classic cars sat at that pump. How many hands have opened that old, broken, window. Then wake from my day dream with a honk from a speeding car.

Time is fleeting. For instance, I plan to start college this fall, and the days are counting down much faster then I expected. It feels like only yesterday I was registering for classes for my freshman year of high school. Every so often I have the chance to sit down with my grandpa and just talk. There have been quite a few memories I wish I could've taken part in. But now I'm makin memories of my own I'll get to tell my grandkids. Hopefully time slows down a little, and life will feel a little more like life. :)

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Not Your Average Barbie Doll

             So in my household, there are three teenage girls, the mom, and the dad. I just happen to have the honor of being the eldest of the three girls, which comes with a pretty hefty price. The screaming tempers and constant array of conflicting hormones is more often then not resolved with an elderly lecture or gossip fest on the edge of my bed before departing to our separate rooms.
             All three of us are pretty different from the other girls in society, even in our own distinct ways. Through all the fights, inside jokes, and crazy memories, there is one thing that has been instilled in each of us, Independence. Our mom and dad have always been very strict parents, especially with me. Being the eldest, I'm always the test rabbit for their rules and regulations. Dad has constantly instilled a sense of morals and values in our lives, whether it be to hold the door open for the elderly, or to keep our mouth out of other's business. He believes very strongly that we were meant for more than depending on a man, so we all have very high goals for ourselves.
             Many believe women should behave like the perfect barbie doll. Stay at home, stay pretty, keep food on the table and fix my jeans. Don't get dirty, put the gun down, and for the love of pete shut that baby up. My sisters and I laugh often at sterotypes. I can promise you, if your barn needs fixin, your trucks broke down, or there's some bbq to be grilled, we're the girls you want to call. Because dad didn't have boys, he treated us like them. We fish, hunt, drive trucks, hoop and hollar, and still look pretty good in a dress.
             A lot of women today are opressed in domestic violence relationships because they have no where else to go. Their husband or boyfriend made them quit their job, or found a way to keep them dependant upon him. Our belief's say otherwise, and we are sure to always have a way out.
           Granted, this doesn't just apply to those situations. My dad is always talking about "It". No I don't mean the scary clown movie, I mean the unplanned circumstance of events out of our control. Dad losing his job, a death in the family, or just a zombie apocalypse. We will be ready. We know how to grow our own food, slaughter our own chickens, build our own shelter, mainly survive. Here is my life. :)

Saturday, June 25, 2011

So, I lied.

So I Lied. I said I'd try to keep up with this, but like with everything else in my life, I lost some time. With the job that has been sucking my soul for the past year, I was able to save for a new car, and a laptop to do fun stuff like this on. So now I can keep up. The past few weeks have been nothing but preping for college. Which has not been fun. These past weeks were supposed to be the best of my summer, but all it's been is stressful and time consuming. just my luck, the necessary paperwork was not mailed to me, and a deadline was almost missed. Luckily i was able to check the status online, and filled out the paperwork in the last hour. As of now, I should be an expert at this whole college preping nonsense. I plan to update reguarly now, so no more worries. I'll post tomorrow about something meaningful.