Mono: it blows

You know what blows? Getting mono, in the summer, when you are broke.
Everything single thing about mono sucks, big time.

Here's the crappiest reasons why mono sucks.

1) You're sick, so everyone thinks you're an invalid and contagious

2) You never want to move from the couch, it's just too much work

3) Your glands swell and you can't eat or drink properly

4) Everyone makes the same comment to you when you tell them you have mono "oh who've you been making out with?!?"

5) You become a carrier, at anytime it can flare up and you can pass it without getting symptoms

6) They can't give you anything because it's a viral infection! Only steroids to calm the nodes down temporarily, and maybe percocets if you are allergic to codeine!

7) You have a fever on top of 30 degree weather cause it's summer :(

8) Have to sleep sitting up your lymph nodes are swollen so badly that when you lay down they restrict your breathing

9) You have freaking mono!

10) And you sound and look like you're dying if you try to continue to work through it

Words from the wise kidlets, don't ever get mono.

10 Reasons why I can never get married

Here are ten solid reasons that I can't get married

1) I like to sleep in the crack of my pillows, dead center
2) I use all the drawers in my two dressers
3) I hog all the blankets like there's no tomorrow
4) I have to pee with either the fan or tap on because I have a complex about going to the bathroom when there's other people in the next room
5) I drink out of the carton, jug, bottle, you name it!
6) I can eat a whole box of Kraft dinner, which I'm not proud of
7) I never make the bed, just going to sleep in it later
8) I eat in bed sometimes
9) I wait too long to do laundry and then it takes me days to fold it and put it away. Half the time it doesn't even make it to the drawers before it ends up in the hamper again.
10) There is no additional space on my bathroom counter for you.

And that is way I cannot get married.

but still probably will because these are all juvenile

The Grudge Experience

Oh hey there 2012, where'd you sneak up from?
One more year down the toliet, and cheers to our last year on earth! (according to some mayan people) Do we really know that they knew what they were doing? Who put them in charge to decide how many years there were going to be? Well I'm sure they are going to be fired in 2013!
So this year I decide to change something. I've decided I can't move forward with my life because I'm stuck in this rut, and I've been there ever since my first grudge. Now I can hold a grudge like concrete holds up buildings, long and hard. But I'm feeling this urge to close up loose ends, figuratively and literally (I have some sewing projects that need finishing). I think once I rebuild these bridges then I can finally move on and maybe good things will start happening for me :)
So here's my shout out apology to anyone who I've offended and held grudges to for petty high school drama and whatnot. I will be contacting the individual people that I fear I've destroyed friendships and relationships with the most. But I want you all to know, I did love you all at some point, I just let petty jealousy's and fussing and fumings get in the way of the most special bonds that we had. I have a sick, sick problem, and I'm dealing with it. 
I love you all and let peace, love and understanding be your virtues for 2012.

I leave you with a snap shot of my very own snow globe

They haven't dropped yet

Slap me, someone slap me. I'm terrible at this. I get so busy with myself and think "oh I need to blog", but then I always forget. So my promise to myself is to blog! Yeah, yeah I know it's that time of the year where everyone makes "new year's resolutions", but this isn't that, because it's only Mid December. So I need a volunteer to nag me! So please submit yourself for the position and I'll get back to you. Maybe, if I remember to. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

So I'm here to tell you whats been happening with me! Well, I'm in the phase of my life, where my current friends bail on me. This seems to be a cycle in my life. Meet new people, hang out and do activities for like a month, then the bailing occurs. I'm sick of being that person who constantly puts the effort in and receives nothing back. So scews you alls, I'm going to stick to the real friends. Like my friend Sarah! I'm so proud of her! She's recently met the love of her life (right now) and is on her way to becoming an NHL wife. She's also on a diet that she's kicking butt at! I'm so happy and ecstatic for her! Also so excited that we are going to "New Year's Eve" together, ON New Year's Eve! We are the coolest cliche ever.

But my current real hero/idol right now is Marcel the Shell. He has re-opened my eyes to how beautiful life is, every time I smile, I hear his voice in my head saying "you know why I smile alot? cause it's worth it". Every time, no joke! People at my job always ask me why I'm so happy and smiling all the time, they all think I'm guilty of something. Chumps, they just don't understand single girl happiness. I am fairly happy, on most occasions. That's right, I'm still single, I did put my heart into a fantasy recently, only to have it crushed by the "bringing of another women to the gathering where I was going to ask him out" situation. C'est la vie. This has just become part of my daily routine, rejection. But I do think the loneliness is setting in, because I was reminiscing about my 'finance' that I had when I was 3 years old....
Back to Marcel. He just knows it all, he gets me. I think we have the same thought patterns, because when I'm watching his youtube videos, I feel like I'm watching my life. But he is much more simpler then me and I wish I could live that life. And just say it like it is, but I haven't grown my balls yet. Has anyone else my age not have theirs drop yet? Doesn't that happen to everyone? Maybe I should see a doctor.

if you haven't watch this, please do

this too

Mustard = Well Traveled

Well, well... It's been more then a month!! Wow things have changed! I'm not blond anymore! Did you really expect me to stay one for very long? Really? You should know me by now Blog, I never stick with one thing... hmm.. that's sounds familiar doesn't it? I know all my avid readers are say, oh yeah! You suck at keeping up to date!Well you know what, it's a called a life, or writer's block, they go hand in hand, just like mustard and being well traveled.

I have definitely been busy! I have a job that actually likes me and gives me hours, unlike the last one. I moved, finally. If you didn't know that, then you aren't special enough, sorry, had to be said. And the biggest of all, I've been watching reality tv.  And it's slowly killing me, I watched The X-Factor, oh my goodness, shoot me, a guy in a velor track suit came out and dropped pants and swung his penis around. Paula puked, legit. Also, re-kindled my love for Hot-Rod, such epicness. Probably most important of all, I joined a gym. Yay! I've finally decided to get active again, So if you need someone to send encouragement too, please send to me! I love hearing good things about me! I also joined Twitter! and I already think it's a bad thing for me, today I spent 30 to 45 minutes stalking Cory Monteith's tweets and retweet's....man I need a man in my life.... 


But in all seriousiness, lets get to the awkward.



WAY TOO MANY Perv's come into my work! I'm legit serious. We get a lot of great people, like Mantracker, but everyone once in awhile (by which I mean, for me at least, twice to three times a week), we get the creepsters. Like today for instance, a group of 8+ men came in, 4 were groomsmen and one groom, and the rest were friends. They needed to get jeans and boots for the wedding. (Side note: jeans are not appropriate wedding attire). These guys were drunk! at 3:00pm! and creepy! Making perverted comments, terrible flirting and "brushing" against you, the sad part is, this isn't the first time it has happened to me at work. I always get the inappropriate ones, older gentlemen placing their hand on the small of my back, this is not okay in someone's work place, especially since I'm already so awkward! Do I give off some sort of come hither men who are old enough to be my dad/grandpa vibe? If so, could you all please tell me what I am doing and I'll put a stop to it immediately. 

Mantracker should be my best friend

Today, Terry Grant came into my work. It was the highlight of my day, no, week, no, month. I could watch Mantracker all day, and still love it and be impressed by his awesomeness. I can even watch the idiots who win and still love Mantracker, because he tried his best to catch them, and we can only ask for everyone's best.

But my goal list in life includes meeting Terry and getting my picture with him. And hearing all his stories would be rad too.
I had him in my grasps today. He came into my work and I was with a different customer, and as Terry looked up and took his receipt and started to walk out the door, I saw him. I clutched my chest and whispered to my co-worker, who had just rang him through, "Holy Crap, that was Mantracker!" I would have called out to him, but he was out the door. My chance was gone...

I feel like I know him sometimes. I watch the show a lot, and my friend, Holly, well she knows him. I tell everyone the stories she tells me about him. Like, she slow-danced with him on a porch once. And he calls her Miss Holly. Legit, I tell everyone. Holly would be proud of me, and I know that she is probably peeing her pants with sheer joy that she's in my blog and that I tell everyone about her, and she's probably super embarrassed, Love you Holly! I remember the names of people on the show. I think I have a true obsession with it. I however don't watch it as religiously as I should, as it's on OLN, and I only get a chance to watch it when the marathons are on. I always miss the new ones when they are on, the joys of working shift work. I love it, looooooovvvvveeeeee it. I could sit and watch the pranks the prey try and pull and Mantrakcer foil their tricks and shortcuts! My favorite it when they try and back talk and bad mouth him to his face, and by face, I mean like 20 yards away, and he just sits there like a stone, talking under his breathe to his sidekick. He's to good for bad mouthing, Terry is too good.

Fear Not gentle ladies and sirs! My chance to meet him is not over! I hear that he comes into my work often, this has just been the first time while I've been there! So stay tuned for my photo with Mantracker! It will be a hot item when if finally exists, people will ask for my autograph after they see me with Terry Grant in a photo.

Also, Mantracker, if you happen upon this blog randomly, I work at the Lammle's in Shawnessy in Calgary, ask for Nikki, they'll know what you're talking about ;)

Me and Mantracker's Signature on his cheque!

Lover letter to no one

I know I'm missing out on the world. We were meant for this, built for this. How can I be given life without it, what am I doing wrong to miss these opportunities. I know I was put here for a reason and the things that happen are what make me who I am today. But, when is it my turn, when will love show itself to me. All I want is to feel the warmth, experience the ups and downs. I want your arms around me, your hand caressing mine. I want to hold you back, and tell you everything will be alright. I want lust, passion and true joy. We were all put on this earth to feel and love. I can feel it in my bones that I'm meant to love. I care about every individual who has been my friend. I care too much.
Is that is? Do I care too much? Am I pushing away the one for me by smothering? I give and I give and I receive nothing. I've put my feelings out there and been shot done. I've tried to communicate my feelings and been brushed off. What does it take for him to notice me, to see that we truly belong here, in this world, together. All I've ever wanted in life is for you to see, and love me back. I want love. Conditional, everlasting, don't care about anything else, as long as I have you. I just want you. Here. Tonight.