School

Holding Grudges

I’m a grudge holder. Consider yourself warned. If someone says or does something mean to me or anyone I love, it will take me a long time to get over. Sure, I’ll be civil to them, but while I’m being nice my brain will be like, “Remember what they did to you?” It’s likely that I’ll never forget. I have an amazing long-term memory. So don’t mess!

The thing is, I know I should be forgiving and realize that people say and do stupid things all the time that they wish they could take back. Sure. I get that. I did something dumb once to a friend and she was mad at me for a while. But then she ended up forgiving me. I wonder what it feels like to be that nice?

Here’s a story about one of the longest grudges I’ve ever held. Sit down and get cozy, this is a good one.

In first grade a girl named Quinn Fabray was in my class. Her name wasn’t really Quinn Fabray. That’s a character on Glee A.K.A the worst show ever made. However, this person has the exact same name as a character on Glee and I’m convinced they named the character after her because she’s so annoying. Anyway, Quinn was in my class and was nice enough to me I suppose. She lived in my neighborhood so I guess that meant that we were forced to hang out.tumblr_ma6ullXx6M1r42qyuo1_500

One time, Quinn came over to my house and was looking around my room and making fun of my stuff. She looked at my piggy bank and spilled all of the pennies on the ground. I’m assuming I only had pennies. I looked at all of my hard earned three dollars and told her to pick them up or I’ll tell my mom. She said no and that if I don’t pick them up she’ll tell her parents that she had a bad time at my house and that I was mean to her. Looking back, I should’ve just said, “Get on the ground and pick up my pennies before I smack you in the face.”

Unfortunately, I was the one who got down on the ground and picked up all the pennies by myself while she laughed at me. Fast forward 18 years later. Quinn asks me to be friends on Facebook. I accept because I’m obviously curious about what she looks like, what she does, etc. After I accept her friend request, she and her mom send me messages about how great it would be to get together mainly because I have a connection that they would love to get in touch with. In their message, they talk about all the great memories they have of my family whom they met maybe twice. They also mention my childhood dog Tasha, that even I forget about from time to time so they must have dug pretty deep to remember that detail.

I have no words to describe how great it felt to deny them of ever seeing me or any of my family members. I wished them all the best of course, but I told them that I knew what they were trying to do. They seemed to remember every detail about my family and I but they had no recollection of the trauma that was caused with my piggy bank. Not that I mentioned the piggy bank episode. I would’ve come off as slightly insane.

That’s what blogging is for!

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Uncategorized

Guest Posts

I’ve never participated in a guest post before. That is, until today. My friend Abby started blogging and she asked me if I wanted to guest post on her blog. I mainly agreed for the attention that I would get and for the new experience. And because I love Abby. She’s one of the few people who actually thinks I’m funny. So she obviously has good taste.  And I can proudly say that she’s the only person that has seen me do the splits in skis, tumbling down the slopes.

If you want to read my post about our favorite city, Chicago, definitely do! And if you don’t want to read it, I understand. Reading is such hard work.

I’ve also never had someone guest post on my blog. The reason for that is mostly because my blog is sacred. But be on the lookout for a guest post from Abby in the future. It’s most likely going to be about our adventures skiing in Utah. Or about her just being genuinely better at everything and me failing at most things.

So check out Abby’s blog, Cozy in Chicago!

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Hump Day

When Paul asks what I want to do on the weekend:

Whenever I see my in-laws:

Whenever I do a blog awards post:

Anytime Paul wants to go to a party:

Me, trying to meet people:

Whenever someone suggests dinner and a movie:

Anytime a car cuts me off in traffic:

How I feel about the book I’m reading right now:

Whenever it’s crowded downtown:

The second that Paul comes home from work:

How I feel when I log onto Facebook:

How I feel when I wake up every morning:

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Feelings

Chicken Soup for the Average Soul

Recently, my family went through a bit of an episode. My mom wrote about it on her blog and she received so many kind words and prayers. It’s crazy to know how many people have gone through similar situations or worse situations–it really puts things into perspective.

It’s nice to be optimistic, but you also have to allow yourself to feel what your mind is telling you to feel. If you want to be mad, be mad! Yell and scream and write angry letters. If you wanna be sad, be sad! Cry, listen to sad music, sleep, and get drunk. If you don’t express how you’re feeling, it’s becomes more difficult to get over everything.

The most important thing to surround yourself with uplifting people that will take your mind off of everything. A lot of people know just what to say. Validation is key when you’re feeling down and out. When people agree with you, you don’t feel quite as crazy. Some people say the wrong things though. They don’t know the situation and they’ll jump to wrong conclusions. It’s likely that they think they’re helping by thinking of the worst case scenario, but those are probably the worst things you could say. Some people just don’t get it.

But for every one of the people that don’t get it, there are twenty that do. Blogging is a great way to find all the people that make you feel happy and warm inside even when life is already good. It’s crazy how you don’t even have to meet people to have such a strong connection with them. And now I’m blogging about blogging. All time low.

But in all seriousness, it’s great to know that there are so many good people out there in the world and that we aren’t the only ones with problems. It kind of restores your faith in humanity when you read all of the kind things that people say to comfort those in need.

Anyway, don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be back to my sarcastic, cold-hearted self by tomorrow.

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Hockey

Hockey Night With Lily

I agreed to go to a hockey game with my husband Paul last night. He probably would’ve had more fun with one of his friends, but what’s more fun than hanging out with me? Almost anything. Here are some highlights from the game:

Me: Let’s get some popcorn.

Me: If our team loses will you be sad?

Paul: Yes.

Me: I’m getting really good at singing O Canada.

Me: Look at that kid with his shirt off. He’s awesome.

Me: Omg look, he put the popcorn bucket on his head. I love him.

Me: Guess what?

Paul: What?

Me: Only 39 minutes until the game is over.

Paul: You’re fun.

Me: Lol jk.

Me: But seriously…

Me: Let’s get some hot chocolate.

Paul: Sweet boots. You look so dumb. (Talking about my Ugg boots)

Some little girl: Um excuse me, I really like your boots. I like that they have a zipper.

Me: At least someone appreciates me.

Me: Why don’t they ever put the Kiss Cam on us? How rude.

Me: Uh oh. We’re losing. Are you sad?

Paul: Yes.

Me: Have the referees ever gotten in the way of the players?

Paul: Yeah, all the time.

Me: That’s annoying.

Me: Please don’t go into over time. Please don’t go into over time. Please don’t go into over time.

Me: I will literally sacrifice my first born if this game doesn’t go into over time.

Turns out I have to sacrifice my first born. We lost 3-5. Bummer. I am so sad about it. Really broken up. The good news is, there’s one little girl in Canada who has good taste in boots. Bad news is I’ll probably end up going to another hockey game some time this year.

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Blog of the Year Award

I’m not gonna lie, I was having a pretty bad Thanksgiving. It’s hard to be apart from my family and friends during the holidays. I do have my husband here but he doesn’t count. Hah jk. Harry from The Poet’s Corner and Dribbling Pensioner awarded me The Blog of the Year Award! He was able to boost my spirits this Thanksgiving and for that I am truly thankful.

Harry is a Northern Irish fellow aka a leprechaun who likes a good laugh and a good poem. He made fun of me for being a dumb blonde and I’d be lying if I wasn’t slightly relieved when I dyed my hair brown so he wouldn’t be able to make fun of me anymore. Whew!

The Rules:

1 Select the blog(s) you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award

2 Write a blog post and tell us about the blog(s) you have chosen – there’s no minimum or maximum number of blogs required – and ‘present’ them with their award.

3 Please include a link back to this page ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award – http://thethoughtpalette.co.uk/our-awards/blog-of-the-year-2012-award/ and include these ‘rules’ in your post (please don’t alter the rules or the badges!)

4 Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the ‘rules’ with them

5 You can now also join our Facebook group – click ‘like’ on this page ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award Facebook group and then you can share your blog with an even wider audience

6 As a winner of the award – please add a link back to the blog that presented you with the award – and then proudly display the award on your blog and sidebar … and start collecting stars…

Yes – that’s right – there are stars to collect!

Unlike other awards which you can only add to your blog once – this award is different!

When you begin you will receive the ‘1 star’ award – and every time you are given the award by another blog – you can add another star! There are a total of 6 stars to collect.

I don’t expect or need any more stars to be honest. One star is all it takes to make me feel loved!

The Awards Go To:

A Gripping Life- An amazing blogger and an even more amazing mom.

Mooselicker- If you don’t read his blog you don’t deserve eyes.

The Waiting- Funny, smart, kind, all wrapped up in one cool gal.

Evolution of Insanity- One of the best Brits around. He’s ‘Ard, but really a softy deep down.

Michael Cargill- Speaking of Brits, Michael was the first person to ever read my blog. He does the best impersonations. Ever.

Don’t Quote Lily- My new favorite blogger with my name. If you like me, you’ll really like her. Super relatable and cute!

I’ll Sleep When They’re Grown- She’s way more than a mommy blogger. But I dare you to not get distracted by her cute kids.

UnfetteredBS- One of the nicest people in the blogosphere. True story.

1800UKillMe- A New Yorker who wrote a book on Mean Spirited Tales. She’s basically my hero.

Guapola- If you’re looking for a party in a blog, you need to head on over there. Guap is awesome!

Linda Vernon- Just plain hilarious. So lighthearted and perfectly perfect in every way.

Pretzel Logic- Creative, fun, nice. And his blog has the word pretzel in it. I mean, come on.

Adair You- Simple, easy-going blog posts that are always a pleasure to read. And I’ve been reading them for a year so I would know.

Brother Jon- An honest guy who blogs about his faith. Which is rare these days.

You’ve Been Hooked- He’ll take you on his adventures of being a bellman. He wrote the book on the topic. No, really. He did.

Love and Lunchmeat- She’s funny, sweet, and writes about the good stuff. And only the good stuff.

No Blog Intended- Ever wonder what the life of a Belgian teen is like? Well, she can tell you better than anyone else. :)

Giggles McGill Jill- An adventurous gal who always has good stories to tell. Entertaining and funny!

Conchsaladesque- Stories from a gal who lives in the Bahamas. Totes unfair.

Harper Faulkner- He’s okay I guess. I mean, if you like reading good posts and stuff like that.

I think I included everyone that I actually like. I’m sure I forgot someone and I’ll come off as really mean. But whatevs. Oh and don’t feel pressure to accept this award. I didn’t really leave any other bloggers for anyone to tag. Like, I pretty much nominated all of WordPress for this award.

This was so much work. Never again.

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Holidays

T-Give 2012

I wrote about Canadian Thanksgiving last year and I didn’t hold back on the insults. This year, I’m going to take some time to write about what I’m grateful for. Weird, I know. We can pretend that we’re sitting around the table saying what we’re thankful for except that it’s all about what I’m thankful for and you’re not really a part of it.

My family. They are the coolest. Most of you know mi madre. She’s pretty much WordPress famous. But not the kind of WordPress famous where you get Freshly Pressed. All the cool people haven’t been Freshly Pressed. It’s true! If you haven’t been Freshly Pressed, you must be pretty cool. And offensive. My brother is also cool. He’s a way better writer than I am. I don’t know why he doesn’t blog more. Or at all. And my dad is also, surprisingly, very cool. He does all the things. Each member of my family is located somewhere different, but we’re all still a perfect unit. I am pretty lucky that way.

Is it just me or is the black kid being segregated?

My husband. I still think it’s weird that I have a husband. It’s almost like I’m old or something. Without my husband I would be super sad. I tried being without him once after I met him and I didn’t like it one bit. He’s a hard worker and a kind fellow that takes care of me. It’s a big job, you know, taking care of me.

My friends. I really like my little groups of friends that I have all over the world. I am drawn to people that I don’t have to spend time with 24/7. I like being able to pick up right where I left off. My friends from Chicago were always so cool with me living in England and only seeing me during the holidays. I never felt pressure to stay anchored to one place.  I also like that my friends don’t take me too seriously and ignore me when I say dumb things and laugh at all of my jokes. I never wanted to have the most friends. I just wanted to have a few good ones.

Blogging. Blogging has opened up so much of the world to me. It’s weird because I never would’ve thought that writing could lead to friendships and learning and laughing. But I have so many people that can see who I truly am on here even when I say dumb things and offend everyone on the internet.

Diet Pepsi: You might be wondering why this is on my list. Diet Pepsi has been a part of my life since I can remember. Actually, I think my dad put some in my bottle once. So technically, it’ss been a part of my life since I can’t remember.

Laughing. Laughing and making people laugh are two of my favorite things ever. You can’t buy laughter. You can fake it, but true, genuine laughter is euphoric. I love being able to make any situation, no matter how serious or painful, funny. It’s a gift, really.

What are you thankful for this year?

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Animals

I Am The Cat Whisperer

Recently, not one, but two people have asked me to watch their cats. I have an undeniable gift of making cats love me. People trust me with their cats because I’m basically a cat myself.

Whenever Paul and I walk through our neighborhood and pass a house with a cat in the yard, I bend down a coax the cat over to me. Sometimes Paul will lose faith and say “Oh, he wont come” but they always do! Cats always like a good rub. If you are willing to give them a good rub, they will love you.

Cats aren’t as talented with vocabulary as dogs are. They don’t recognize too many words and most of them scare easily. So if I see a cat, I’ll slow my roll, squat down, and say “Come here kitty kitty” in a really high pitched voice. This always works for me for some reason. I think cats prefer higher pitched noises. Take it from me, I’m the cat whisperer.

One time I met a cat in my neighborhood and I gave him a nice long rub. He rolled onto his belly on the sidewalk–it was pretty obvious that he was having an amazing time. When I was done massaging him I said “Okay bye” and started walking. He followed me for 3 blocks. I was like, “Umm okay BYE.” But there was no arguing with him. I gave him the most rubs ever. He finally stopped following me once he knew I wasn’t going to turn around again. So greedy!

I can easily relate to cats. I like to sleep. A lot. I like to eat. I don’t like getting wet. I judge people. I like when people do things for me. I like being pampered and getting massages. My Chinese Zodiac sign is the rabbit, but in Vietnamese is translates to cat. What I’m trying to say is that I’m basically a cat in a woman’s body.

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As of Late

When someone cancels on me:

If someone asks me what sports I play:

When I come out of a movie:

Me, trying to insult anyone after being online all day:

When anyone comes over during the day:

Whenever my family makes fun of me:

My reaction to anyone in Canada that wears flannel:

Me during any given week:

If an instructor gives us a water break during a workout class:

My feelings about my new blog, Kidz Showz:

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