This is a real word in the German language, you can even ask Frau Marasco. It has something to do with the occupation of a widow's late husband.
Donaudampfschifffahrtselektrizitatenhauptbetriebswerk-bauunterbeamtengesellschaft.
Thursday, September 14
Lesson Plan
Twelve plus years we spend in school
Only to fall asleep in our texts books
And wake up in a puddle of our own drool.
“Open you books to chapter ten.”
And read through this material
Just so that we can forget it all over again.
“Your homework is to take notes over twenty-two.”
Then write a 70 page paper
On how salt reacts with glue.
But somehow they always seem to forget to mention
That if we don’t turn it in,
We should prepare ourselves for five hours of detention.
As weeks grow by our minds get weary
Staying up until dawn
To study for the killer test in Theory.
Slowly you seem to crash and burn
People seem to notice
But of course there is no where safe to turn.
Thoughts of terror run through your head
Wouldn’t the world be better
If one morning you turned up dead?
Your parents stopped giving you kisses and hugs
So now you must begin
To rely on alcohol and drugs.
One day your teacher wishes to see you ‘after class’
“Oh great”, you think
“God I hate this teacher, he’s such an ass.”
“Something is wrong, what can I do?”
You stand there glaring and thinking
“Shut the hell up, I’ve got no dealings with you.”
But instead you smile say
“It’s just stress, that’s all.”
And then continue on your way.
You reach deep inside and pull out a smile somehow
Your teacher seems satisfied
But perhaps just for now.
You walk a bit drudgingly slow
Far from behind you hear
“I’m always here for you, you know.”
Thinking now how you hate him so
And in the single instant
Hatred in your heart begins to grow.
Home is where the heart is, or so they say
If that saying is true
Then why do you push everyone there, away?
Finally you just can’t seem to take it anymore
So one night you take a rope
And hang it high above the family room floor.
You slip it on and tighten the noose
Breathing very fast
Praying that it doesn’t come loose.
Your heart begins to beat unbearably fast
You stand on a chair
Hoping that the pain doesn’t last.
But as you do so you glance to your right
To notice the family portrait
Sitting so peacefully in the fluorescent light.
Thinking of all the people you’ll hurt
You loosen the rope
And wipe your tears on your shirt.
You sleep hard that evening
And head off to school that next morning
You’re glad to see that for you, there is no grieving.
All through the day you’re undeniably joyful
With friends all around you seem to find
That you’re no longer depressed or doubtful
While sitting in down in period five
You look around you
Thankful to be alive
Once again after class your teacher pulls you aside
Before he says anything
He notices that you’ve already cried.
“Is there anything you must say or do?”
You’ve got one thing to say
“Thank you.”
~Pichler
Twelve plus years we spend in school
Only to fall asleep in our texts books
And wake up in a puddle of our own drool.
“Open you books to chapter ten.”
And read through this material
Just so that we can forget it all over again.
“Your homework is to take notes over twenty-two.”
Then write a 70 page paper
On how salt reacts with glue.
But somehow they always seem to forget to mention
That if we don’t turn it in,
We should prepare ourselves for five hours of detention.
As weeks grow by our minds get weary
Staying up until dawn
To study for the killer test in Theory.
Slowly you seem to crash and burn
People seem to notice
But of course there is no where safe to turn.
Thoughts of terror run through your head
Wouldn’t the world be better
If one morning you turned up dead?
Your parents stopped giving you kisses and hugs
So now you must begin
To rely on alcohol and drugs.
One day your teacher wishes to see you ‘after class’
“Oh great”, you think
“God I hate this teacher, he’s such an ass.”
“Something is wrong, what can I do?”
You stand there glaring and thinking
“Shut the hell up, I’ve got no dealings with you.”
But instead you smile say
“It’s just stress, that’s all.”
And then continue on your way.
You reach deep inside and pull out a smile somehow
Your teacher seems satisfied
But perhaps just for now.
You walk a bit drudgingly slow
Far from behind you hear
“I’m always here for you, you know.”
Thinking now how you hate him so
And in the single instant
Hatred in your heart begins to grow.
Home is where the heart is, or so they say
If that saying is true
Then why do you push everyone there, away?
Finally you just can’t seem to take it anymore
So one night you take a rope
And hang it high above the family room floor.
You slip it on and tighten the noose
Breathing very fast
Praying that it doesn’t come loose.
Your heart begins to beat unbearably fast
You stand on a chair
Hoping that the pain doesn’t last.
But as you do so you glance to your right
To notice the family portrait
Sitting so peacefully in the fluorescent light.
Thinking of all the people you’ll hurt
You loosen the rope
And wipe your tears on your shirt.
You sleep hard that evening
And head off to school that next morning
You’re glad to see that for you, there is no grieving.
All through the day you’re undeniably joyful
With friends all around you seem to find
That you’re no longer depressed or doubtful
While sitting in down in period five
You look around you
Thankful to be alive
Once again after class your teacher pulls you aside
Before he says anything
He notices that you’ve already cried.
“Is there anything you must say or do?”
You’ve got one thing to say
“Thank you.”
~Pichler
Monday, September 11
My best friend in the whole entire world has broken up with her boyfriend of almost 11 months. I love her dearly, but sometimes I really do question her judgement and actions. But then again we as a society do that to everyone whether we want to acknowledge that or not. Alex is a friend dear to my heart, but I don't know what he's going to do. He loved her. I mean he really loved her like no one else before. It's hard to explain, but I think my friend just was never in love with him as he was her. Yes I do know more than what I'm saying, but I'm not saying anything else. No I didn't know that she was going to do this. It came as a complete shock to me when I heard it from Alex. I love them both, but this is rather strange and in a way my heart was broken as well.
~Until Then
~Until Then
Monday, September 4
Saturday, September 2
I quit my job at Panera last night. I was so fed up with doing dishes, all the time. Everytime I would walk into work, I wouldn't even have to check the assignment sheet to see where I was scheduled. If there was a gigantic pile of dishes and trays in the back, then I new that I was on dishes, as normal. I was starting to get fed up with Panera. The entire summer I probably averaged 3 days a week at Panera. Out of the summer, I was on cash reg. 4 times. You do the math, that's an ass load of dishes.The last 3 times I went into Panera were unbearable. I teared up the 1st time when I saw I was on dishes, I was just mildly frusterated, the 2nd time I came in I actually shed a few tears because I was angry, the final time I walked into Panera as an associate, I broke down and became red in the face. After doing a trash run, I sat down outside and cryed for 10 minutes. Not becuase I was sad, because I was overly frusterated and mad at my Boss. I then called my dad and asked if I could resign from my job. He said that I had his approval. I then preceeded to tell my manager. I coudl barely expalin to him why I wanted to quit without crying. He told me why I was never on cash reg. It's because somehow my drawer was always off by a few cents the 4 times I worked cash reg. That furiated me! Why can't you tell me that?!?!?! Then just have me focus a little bit more on what I'm doing. He gave me a paper and then I wrote down why I wanted to quit. "While working for Panera, I have always seemed to find self in Back of House doing the multitude of dishes. People who have worked here longer than me have said themselves that they have never done dishes. When I began working for Panera, they said that they were an Equal Oppourtunity employeer. What I've experienced while working for Panera definantly was not equal oppourunity. If I was doing something wrong while working up front, I would have like to have known about it, not just be shut into the back, sent there only to clean up the mess that you've created. That's not how a company should function."
~Until Then
~Until Then
Tuesday, August 22
Summer Stats!
I've...
..dyed my hair 14 times
..spent 16 hours flying
..spent 57.2 hours road tripping
..consumed 71 bowls of cereal
..spent 25 days on vacation
..purchased 4 new pairs of shoes
..put 2,314 miles on the jeep
..spent 4 hours lost in the woods
..been sick for 17 days combined
..washed 946 dishes at Panera
~Until then
I've...
..dyed my hair 14 times
..spent 16 hours flying
..spent 57.2 hours road tripping
..consumed 71 bowls of cereal
..spent 25 days on vacation
..purchased 4 new pairs of shoes
..put 2,314 miles on the jeep
..spent 4 hours lost in the woods
..been sick for 17 days combined
..washed 946 dishes at Panera
~Until then
So it's come down to the last say of summer...
..that's kind of hard to believe. I mean about 96 or so days ago we were just finishing up our last day of sophomore fun, (yea right). We're all going to be juniors next year, and for me it looks to be the hardest year ever. This is where is counts. We pretty much have to start getting on the track of what we want to do with the rest of our lives!! We all rigth now might have some idea that we've been tossing around in our heads, but it's time to start finalizing all of the minor details. I'm looking forward to school, I really am. I love being busy with all of the drama activities. Able to wander back into the auditorium (which is still a cancer threat). I love filling my time with things like that. It's who I am. No, I don't know what next year holds for me, but I do know that I'm going to make the most of it. Doesn't that make sense? I mean I watch those people who have like 4 classes and just breeze through the day! How can one do that? I mean why not accept the free education that we have now and make the most of it, as where in 2 years we/our parents will have to chuck out an arm and a leg just so we can make a future for our selves. That's just stupid for people to pass up so many amazing chances for them to discover what they love. I just don't understand people some times. On a slightly different school note, my boyfriend Nick for those of you who know him, he's going tobe a senior. My best friend Elena is in the same boat with McDevitt. All of us find it rather weird that it's their last year at school. I mean you never really think that you'll make it that far. Think about it in 2nd grade, we still had 10 years of school left. 10 years!! That's a a really long time when you're like 8 or 7. It's weird to think about. I know that when he goes off to college next year, I'll still be able to see him and everything, but I won't be able to see him around school during the day. But it's his last year, I want to make everything perfect for him. Just so he look back and say that he had one hell of an amazing senior year. That's why this summer we hung out a lot. I knew that once next summer hits, it'll be a different story. Another reason why I loved this summer better than any other summer. It went by faster but not too fast. But it's almost over with and we've got less than 24 hours to get all of our summer plans done.
~Until Then
..that's kind of hard to believe. I mean about 96 or so days ago we were just finishing up our last day of sophomore fun, (yea right). We're all going to be juniors next year, and for me it looks to be the hardest year ever. This is where is counts. We pretty much have to start getting on the track of what we want to do with the rest of our lives!! We all rigth now might have some idea that we've been tossing around in our heads, but it's time to start finalizing all of the minor details. I'm looking forward to school, I really am. I love being busy with all of the drama activities. Able to wander back into the auditorium (which is still a cancer threat). I love filling my time with things like that. It's who I am. No, I don't know what next year holds for me, but I do know that I'm going to make the most of it. Doesn't that make sense? I mean I watch those people who have like 4 classes and just breeze through the day! How can one do that? I mean why not accept the free education that we have now and make the most of it, as where in 2 years we/our parents will have to chuck out an arm and a leg just so we can make a future for our selves. That's just stupid for people to pass up so many amazing chances for them to discover what they love. I just don't understand people some times. On a slightly different school note, my boyfriend Nick for those of you who know him, he's going tobe a senior. My best friend Elena is in the same boat with McDevitt. All of us find it rather weird that it's their last year at school. I mean you never really think that you'll make it that far. Think about it in 2nd grade, we still had 10 years of school left. 10 years!! That's a a really long time when you're like 8 or 7. It's weird to think about. I know that when he goes off to college next year, I'll still be able to see him and everything, but I won't be able to see him around school during the day. But it's his last year, I want to make everything perfect for him. Just so he look back and say that he had one hell of an amazing senior year. That's why this summer we hung out a lot. I knew that once next summer hits, it'll be a different story. Another reason why I loved this summer better than any other summer. It went by faster but not too fast. But it's almost over with and we've got less than 24 hours to get all of our summer plans done.
~Until Then
Friday, August 18
My friends really need to stop invading my dreams
Last night, or early this morning, whatever you prefer, I had a multitude of dreams. It started out as a nice day where I was headed to the beach with Elena and Theresa. Not too bad, they're some of my good friends so what the hell why not?? Well anyways we were just chilling when this rather large and rather ugly girl comes up to me and we start to exchange insults. Things then progressivly worse from there. Enter Mary, Thomas, Drew, Kyle M., Jordan, and Thane. All of whom are wearing some rather thick teal green coat that goes down to their knees. They were talking to some one who looked rather important, while this chick named El and I began to fight. They dissapeared. Well what dream wouldn't be complete with out a secret lair?? I some how ended uyp in this large dome shaped room and I was now on a mission, all though I can't remember what happened. I next found out what the 6 of my friends were doing. They had signed up to ride underwater in this large blue nylon thing that looks like one of those childrens play tubes, although about 200 ft long. There was a second shorter are protruding from the right to let air out but not let water back in. They were off and they sunk lower into the water. Well somehow I ended up in the tube next to the mean girl who was also on the journey. I broke her nose in some sort of a slow-mo fight scene. She called me a bitch and so forth. Jordan and Thomas showed up and Thomas began to lecture us on how the color purple doesn't really exist and that we should all stop using our opposable thumbs. (somehow those 2 subject went together) Jordan was just standing there and mimed what Thomas would talk about. Needless to say, it didn't work too well. *Pichler wakes up due to annoying beeping from phone and reads text message* Dream part 2. I am no longer at the beach or in the blue tube, I am now on a giant board of Risk. Ever play the game? Neither had I until yesterday when Nick made me play it. Well if you haven't played it, the objective is simple, invade other countries while protecting your own, and try to gain the most. Normally one plays with small plastic soilders but of course my friends and I had replaced these playing pieces with ourselves. Mary, Thomas, Jordan, Thane, Kyle M., Drew, Amanda, Elena, Theresa, Nick, McDevitt, Big Kyle, Marti and Myself, were now on this giant Risk board in the middle of Downtown Chicago near a subway station. After the 1st roll of the die, all hell breaks loose! Thomas, Nick, and Big Kyle start to duke it out over Russia. Elena and Theresa wrestle of Australia. Drew, Thane, and McDevitt fight to the death in Brazil. Mary, Jordan, Kyle M., and Amanda are blowing the brains out of eachother down in South Africa. But Marti and I just stand on Alaska watching everything, people are loosing limbs and sanity. I roll the die again, but this time everything stops, and once again in slow-mo everyone watched as both die bounce down into the hobo-infested subway/sewer system of Chicago. Everyone stares around in horror. We can't play on with out the die. So we split up into 2 teams. Nick, McDevitt, Marti, Amanda, Thane, Thomas, and Jordan on one team. Elena, Mary, Big Kyle, Kyle M, Drew, Theresa, and Myself on another. Jordan whips out an old school style beat box and breaks it down. We all then head down ths stairs after the die. My team hears the beat box as it slowly fades away into the distance after the other die. But then we hear a large beeping sound and it gets lounder and louder before I realize that's my phone and I wake up only to learn that Nick's train is running late. After that I couldn't fall back asleep. Sorry guys. Maybe someone could write a story or a decent ending.
~Until Then
Last night, or early this morning, whatever you prefer, I had a multitude of dreams. It started out as a nice day where I was headed to the beach with Elena and Theresa. Not too bad, they're some of my good friends so what the hell why not?? Well anyways we were just chilling when this rather large and rather ugly girl comes up to me and we start to exchange insults. Things then progressivly worse from there. Enter Mary, Thomas, Drew, Kyle M., Jordan, and Thane. All of whom are wearing some rather thick teal green coat that goes down to their knees. They were talking to some one who looked rather important, while this chick named El and I began to fight. They dissapeared. Well what dream wouldn't be complete with out a secret lair?? I some how ended uyp in this large dome shaped room and I was now on a mission, all though I can't remember what happened. I next found out what the 6 of my friends were doing. They had signed up to ride underwater in this large blue nylon thing that looks like one of those childrens play tubes, although about 200 ft long. There was a second shorter are protruding from the right to let air out but not let water back in. They were off and they sunk lower into the water. Well somehow I ended up in the tube next to the mean girl who was also on the journey. I broke her nose in some sort of a slow-mo fight scene. She called me a bitch and so forth. Jordan and Thomas showed up and Thomas began to lecture us on how the color purple doesn't really exist and that we should all stop using our opposable thumbs. (somehow those 2 subject went together) Jordan was just standing there and mimed what Thomas would talk about. Needless to say, it didn't work too well. *Pichler wakes up due to annoying beeping from phone and reads text message* Dream part 2. I am no longer at the beach or in the blue tube, I am now on a giant board of Risk. Ever play the game? Neither had I until yesterday when Nick made me play it. Well if you haven't played it, the objective is simple, invade other countries while protecting your own, and try to gain the most. Normally one plays with small plastic soilders but of course my friends and I had replaced these playing pieces with ourselves. Mary, Thomas, Jordan, Thane, Kyle M., Drew, Amanda, Elena, Theresa, Nick, McDevitt, Big Kyle, Marti and Myself, were now on this giant Risk board in the middle of Downtown Chicago near a subway station. After the 1st roll of the die, all hell breaks loose! Thomas, Nick, and Big Kyle start to duke it out over Russia. Elena and Theresa wrestle of Australia. Drew, Thane, and McDevitt fight to the death in Brazil. Mary, Jordan, Kyle M., and Amanda are blowing the brains out of eachother down in South Africa. But Marti and I just stand on Alaska watching everything, people are loosing limbs and sanity. I roll the die again, but this time everything stops, and once again in slow-mo everyone watched as both die bounce down into the hobo-infested subway/sewer system of Chicago. Everyone stares around in horror. We can't play on with out the die. So we split up into 2 teams. Nick, McDevitt, Marti, Amanda, Thane, Thomas, and Jordan on one team. Elena, Mary, Big Kyle, Kyle M, Drew, Theresa, and Myself on another. Jordan whips out an old school style beat box and breaks it down. We all then head down ths stairs after the die. My team hears the beat box as it slowly fades away into the distance after the other die. But then we hear a large beeping sound and it gets lounder and louder before I realize that's my phone and I wake up only to learn that Nick's train is running late. After that I couldn't fall back asleep. Sorry guys. Maybe someone could write a story or a decent ending.
~Until Then
Saturday, August 12
Complicated Days
On Wednesday I worked at my church's state fair stand for about 10 hours with Nick for volunteer hours. It was so much fun! Talking to all the people that travel from state to state showing their prized bulls and horses. It really shows a bit of a life that few of us here have ever experienced. But one guy in particular really took interest in talking to me. I decided to dye my hair an insane red once again cause I was getting very sick of the blondeish color, well I forgot that my church makes us wear a visor/cap that is about 1 shade away from my hair color. I got a lot of comments on how I dyed my hair to match the state fair cap. Ugh. Not my intention. Oh well. But this guy found it so cool that he deicided to give me the nickname of Big Red. Yes like the gum. But the gum didn't have red hair shooting from the top now did it? Oh well but he was so funny about. He went on that I should make my own crayon color and other random crap. He just really made my long humid day.
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Well the day after the state fair, Nick took me with his parents to go look for a car for him. He ended up getting a 1994 red corsica. I don't like much except for the fact that the car is inside and out some shade of red. Yay!! But if it just gets him around this year, and to school, well then it's a car. He'll get a new one before he goes to college. So he suppost to pick it up sometime today. Well later that night we decided to go make s'mores at Gray's Lake in Des Moines. It's our favorite spot at night. If you ever been down there past sunset, do you know the lights on the bridge? Their different colors and it's just entrancing to look at them as the reflect off the water. Well we brought out bag of coals, s'more sticks, marshmellows, chocolate, grahms, and a lighter. After messing with the grill to get it open we put a hand full of coals in it and try to light it. But the damn lighter took 4 min. just to get a spark out of it. Then the coals woudln't light, so we tryed lighting the bag on fire. Obviously a bag of coals comes in a fire resistant bag. Duh! We then tried to light the coals in the bag see if they would catch. Apparently quick starting coals have an experation date. Who'd a thunk it?? So we decided to eat the smores cold. And of course the humid evening air had practically melted our chocolate. And of course to make matters worse, we chose the one night that an extremly obnoxious guy with an air horn decided to show up drunk with his buddies and he blew the damn thing every 5 minutes. Then surprise surprise, I got sick. What a wonderful day.
~Until Then
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Well the day after the state fair, Nick took me with his parents to go look for a car for him. He ended up getting a 1994 red corsica. I don't like much except for the fact that the car is inside and out some shade of red. Yay!! But if it just gets him around this year, and to school, well then it's a car. He'll get a new one before he goes to college. So he suppost to pick it up sometime today. Well later that night we decided to go make s'mores at Gray's Lake in Des Moines. It's our favorite spot at night. If you ever been down there past sunset, do you know the lights on the bridge? Their different colors and it's just entrancing to look at them as the reflect off the water. Well we brought out bag of coals, s'more sticks, marshmellows, chocolate, grahms, and a lighter. After messing with the grill to get it open we put a hand full of coals in it and try to light it. But the damn lighter took 4 min. just to get a spark out of it. Then the coals woudln't light, so we tryed lighting the bag on fire. Obviously a bag of coals comes in a fire resistant bag. Duh! We then tried to light the coals in the bag see if they would catch. Apparently quick starting coals have an experation date. Who'd a thunk it?? So we decided to eat the smores cold. And of course the humid evening air had practically melted our chocolate. And of course to make matters worse, we chose the one night that an extremly obnoxious guy with an air horn decided to show up drunk with his buddies and he blew the damn thing every 5 minutes. Then surprise surprise, I got sick. What a wonderful day.
~Until Then
Thursday, August 10
~School Schedule~
EB- U.S. History w/ Broderick
Uhm don't know anything about this teacher so yea...
1st- Alg. 2 Trig B w/ Cooley
Heard that I'll love him, so we'll have to see on that
2nd- Chemistry w/ Christansen
Once again, I don't know anything about this teacher
3rd- A Capella w/ Vanderpool
I love Mrs. Vanderpool. She's a wicked sweet teacher!
4th- Radio I w/ Mikels
Hrmm, I also love Mikels! But I can't take Radio II due to crappy schedule issues
B Lunch According to my schdule
5th- Early Brit Lit w/ Schebel
FREAKIN SWEET ASS TEACHER
6th- Creative Writing w/ Schebel
See previous statement
7th- German II w/ Marasco
Sadly this is her last year, bummer. She's a really nice German teacher.
8th- OFF PERIOD!!!
~Until Then
EB- U.S. History w/ Broderick
Uhm don't know anything about this teacher so yea...
1st- Alg. 2 Trig B w/ Cooley
Heard that I'll love him, so we'll have to see on that
2nd- Chemistry w/ Christansen
Once again, I don't know anything about this teacher
3rd- A Capella w/ Vanderpool
I love Mrs. Vanderpool. She's a wicked sweet teacher!
4th- Radio I w/ Mikels
Hrmm, I also love Mikels! But I can't take Radio II due to crappy schedule issues
B Lunch According to my schdule
5th- Early Brit Lit w/ Schebel
FREAKIN SWEET ASS TEACHER
6th- Creative Writing w/ Schebel
See previous statement
7th- German II w/ Marasco
Sadly this is her last year, bummer. She's a really nice German teacher.
8th- OFF PERIOD!!!
~Until Then
Thursday, August 3
Well the time has come where all of you are squeezing in your last few hours of enjoyed sleep, hanging with friends until the wee hours of the morning, blasting up the music while your parents aren't home, taking the car without permission to pick up a friend so you can do something illegal again, (I mean come on, who doesn't do something illegal during the summer?), soaking up the last bit of the (unbearable) warmth of the sun. Soon it's back to waking up to the annoying blaring beep of our alarms and groggily walking down to the bathroom so that we can get ready for the day. Grabbing our 20 ton back packs and a quick bite to eat or for some of us a tall express or latte from Starbucks. We'll soon walk back down the halls of the school which we've all come to know and love hate. Sitting through pointless classes so that we can attempt to raise our GPA and get into the college of our choice as we doodle random shit on the sides of our notes and tests trying to pass time. Then going home only to do it all over again for the next 9 months. Prepare for the hardest year of our high school lives. (Okay here's the part where you can throw what ever you're munching on at your computer screens in an attempt to hit me for being insane and posting what no one wants to hear)
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In other news, for those of you who ever knew my dad's girl friend Dr. Haver, or more commonly known as Meat Loaf Lady, on account of she smells like overly-ripe meat loaf, well they are no longer together as a couple. Strange isn't it? My dad was with her for almost 6+ years. Since my parents have been divorced, I've just had to accept her as a part of my life. Granted yes I didn't like much and would voice my opinion often, I dealt with her and just stayed out of the way as much as possible when we were around each other. My dad knew I didn't like her, but that didn't stop him from dating her, although it did hinder what we did with her. So some of you might be thinking, "Shouldn't you be happy that they broke up? I mean you hated her!" Point taken, I'm am happyish that she's no longer around, but I'm also a bit sadish. "What? You're weird." She made my dad happy, so he was a lot less stressed when it came to work and teaching. He was happy. So it made me happy. And now that my dad isn't the person he used to be, it's a bit on the depressing side. His work is starting to pile up on him so he calls on me to do some of his paper work to lighten the load. So when he's stressed, I'm stressed. Are you starting to see a pattern? Love is a powerful thing.
I recently went to my older sister's wedding. (Yes I have older siblings from my dad's 1st marriage). My sister was married before to a jerk who treated her like crap and was just a miserable person to be around. I hated him when I stayed with my sister for a few days a couple of summers ago. I'd avoid him as long as possible. But she did have two wonderful kids which I love to death. So not even a year after she was divorced, she met Dave. I don't know much about him, except that he does something with computers. But my dad really likes him and obviously so does my sister. Well the wedding was held upstairs in an old Irish bar, but it was really nice and had that old fashion charm. It was a small wedding with just family and really close friends. Courtney and my new niece Monica were the flower girls and hunter was the ring bearer (sp?). My sister looked absolutely radiant! Her dress was very flattering and she looked happy. I've never seen my sister happy. I didn't recognize her when I ran into her at the hotel earlier. I was so happy for her! Just seeing the two of them together made my day. She was crying a little bit when Dave was saying his vows. I wish them the best of life and hope that each day is better than the last. They deserve each other. Love is a powerful thing.
Now as most of you know by now, I have my own significant other. His name is Nick and I met him at drivers ed last summer. We dated for a little bit in the beginning of last year, but then things went a little bit hay-wire on both our parts so we split and didn't talk for 6 months. Those 6 months damn neared killed me. But then in March we spoke again and started dating. And now I wouldn't go back for anything. We've been through so much together, the good and the bad. I've discovered new things about him and me. Just thinking about him makes me feel better. He's the sweetest guy and would do anything for me, and vice versa. And despite what other say, I love him. I truly, deeply, madly, passionately, and honestly love him. He's the single most amazing and wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. We've been dating for almost 5 months. They've been the most amazing 5 months of my life. Nick brings something out in me, something I can't write in words, something that no one that I've ever known or been with has ever brought out in me. It's the most beautiful thing on Earth. A few times with past boyfriends, I've swapped the ever lasting " I love you." I thought I loved them at that time. But it wasn't real now that I look back at it. I didn't know what love was until a few months ago in May. I was suddenly starting to realize how much I did love Nick. And now I do know what love truly is, but I can't explain it. No one can explain what love is to another person, they have to discover it for themselves. Love is a powerful thing.
~Until Then
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In other news, for those of you who ever knew my dad's girl friend Dr. Haver, or more commonly known as Meat Loaf Lady, on account of she smells like overly-ripe meat loaf, well they are no longer together as a couple. Strange isn't it? My dad was with her for almost 6+ years. Since my parents have been divorced, I've just had to accept her as a part of my life. Granted yes I didn't like much and would voice my opinion often, I dealt with her and just stayed out of the way as much as possible when we were around each other. My dad knew I didn't like her, but that didn't stop him from dating her, although it did hinder what we did with her. So some of you might be thinking, "Shouldn't you be happy that they broke up? I mean you hated her!" Point taken, I'm am happyish that she's no longer around, but I'm also a bit sadish. "What? You're weird." She made my dad happy, so he was a lot less stressed when it came to work and teaching. He was happy. So it made me happy. And now that my dad isn't the person he used to be, it's a bit on the depressing side. His work is starting to pile up on him so he calls on me to do some of his paper work to lighten the load. So when he's stressed, I'm stressed. Are you starting to see a pattern? Love is a powerful thing.
I recently went to my older sister's wedding. (Yes I have older siblings from my dad's 1st marriage). My sister was married before to a jerk who treated her like crap and was just a miserable person to be around. I hated him when I stayed with my sister for a few days a couple of summers ago. I'd avoid him as long as possible. But she did have two wonderful kids which I love to death. So not even a year after she was divorced, she met Dave. I don't know much about him, except that he does something with computers. But my dad really likes him and obviously so does my sister. Well the wedding was held upstairs in an old Irish bar, but it was really nice and had that old fashion charm. It was a small wedding with just family and really close friends. Courtney and my new niece Monica were the flower girls and hunter was the ring bearer (sp?). My sister looked absolutely radiant! Her dress was very flattering and she looked happy. I've never seen my sister happy. I didn't recognize her when I ran into her at the hotel earlier. I was so happy for her! Just seeing the two of them together made my day. She was crying a little bit when Dave was saying his vows. I wish them the best of life and hope that each day is better than the last. They deserve each other. Love is a powerful thing.
Now as most of you know by now, I have my own significant other. His name is Nick and I met him at drivers ed last summer. We dated for a little bit in the beginning of last year, but then things went a little bit hay-wire on both our parts so we split and didn't talk for 6 months. Those 6 months damn neared killed me. But then in March we spoke again and started dating. And now I wouldn't go back for anything. We've been through so much together, the good and the bad. I've discovered new things about him and me. Just thinking about him makes me feel better. He's the sweetest guy and would do anything for me, and vice versa. And despite what other say, I love him. I truly, deeply, madly, passionately, and honestly love him. He's the single most amazing and wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. We've been dating for almost 5 months. They've been the most amazing 5 months of my life. Nick brings something out in me, something I can't write in words, something that no one that I've ever known or been with has ever brought out in me. It's the most beautiful thing on Earth. A few times with past boyfriends, I've swapped the ever lasting " I love you." I thought I loved them at that time. But it wasn't real now that I look back at it. I didn't know what love was until a few months ago in May. I was suddenly starting to realize how much I did love Nick. And now I do know what love truly is, but I can't explain it. No one can explain what love is to another person, they have to discover it for themselves. Love is a powerful thing.
~Until Then
Tuesday, July 25
Some Photo Love!
Every Pirate Is Caught Eventually
My Bestest Friend In The Whole World And My Amazingly Faded Hair
Screw Knights In Shining Armour
What Are You Looking At?
Ah The Womders Of The 16 Age Drinking Law
4th Time
Okay, this is the 4th damn time I've changed my skin and of course as always, something doesn't show up. Whether it be my posts of my links or whatever. I'm a bit tired of changing it a the moment, so I will deal with it most likely when I get back from my sisters wedding. So deal with it.
~Until Then
~Until Then
Monday, July 10
Hey guys, what's going on over there? Hope you haven't melted from the heat yet. Heard it was like 94 degrees there yesterday. Well it is warm over here, but not too bad. The really bad thing is that I can't understand 99% of what people say. It sucks. Well I hope you guys have a great July. Leave some love or socks okay?
~Until Then
~Until Then
Thursday, July 6
Ich gehe zu Deutschland vor zwei wocken mit meine freundin Elena. Wir besuchin sie Groseltern in diese statd das ist im Osten Deutschland! I'm off to the great nation of Bratwurst and Beer. This will be one hell of a trip! I'm gonna have so much to say when I get back, my fingers might burn off or I'll just get frusterated, one of the two. Oh well, I'm sure you'll eventually hear about my trip. Have fun in Iowa!
~Until Then
~Until Then
Wednesday, July 5
4th of July Uproar!
Incase you've been living under a rock your entire life, yesterday was the glorious 4th of July. A day filled with the smell of BBQ and beer. A wonderful time for families to sit down with their children and remember why this great nation was established in the year of 1776. Freedom and liberty, justice and peace, for all. Well peace surely isn't one of those things that comes to mind for the Now 4th of July. You can't even go down to the corner drug store without hearing some sort of loud bang from a priavate pyro. But seeing the great lights right after dusk in some seculded spot out by Racoon River Park really then does give you some sense of peace as you lie back and let the colors entertain you for 30min or so. Then of course reality hits you when you try to get out of the parking lot at the exact same time as 500 other cars and some of the people are a bit "tipsy" and are being incredibly rude. But then it's off to some other parking lot down around 6th street to blow up random crap with M80's and 150's. Lighting the fuse quickly and then running as fast as you can so the metal shrapnel from the energy drink doesn't slice your ear off. This post is in memory of: 1 piggy bank, 4 element drink cans, 1 stuffed pig, 3 hot wheels cars, and 1 weird zipper keychain pet thingy. Oh and I would have added the Playdough on there, but, after 3 rounds of Bootleggers, 10 M 150's and 7 M 80's , 23 Bottle Rockets, and 4 Whistlers, the only change my green Playdough from Chuck E. Cheeses underwent was a smoky purple color, but other than that, it's perfectly fine. The only way to destroy playdough, is simply by eating. What good is this nation if you can't blow a piece of it up once a year?
~Until Then
Incase you've been living under a rock your entire life, yesterday was the glorious 4th of July. A day filled with the smell of BBQ and beer. A wonderful time for families to sit down with their children and remember why this great nation was established in the year of 1776. Freedom and liberty, justice and peace, for all. Well peace surely isn't one of those things that comes to mind for the Now 4th of July. You can't even go down to the corner drug store without hearing some sort of loud bang from a priavate pyro. But seeing the great lights right after dusk in some seculded spot out by Racoon River Park really then does give you some sense of peace as you lie back and let the colors entertain you for 30min or so. Then of course reality hits you when you try to get out of the parking lot at the exact same time as 500 other cars and some of the people are a bit "tipsy" and are being incredibly rude. But then it's off to some other parking lot down around 6th street to blow up random crap with M80's and 150's. Lighting the fuse quickly and then running as fast as you can so the metal shrapnel from the energy drink doesn't slice your ear off. This post is in memory of: 1 piggy bank, 4 element drink cans, 1 stuffed pig, 3 hot wheels cars, and 1 weird zipper keychain pet thingy. Oh and I would have added the Playdough on there, but, after 3 rounds of Bootleggers, 10 M 150's and 7 M 80's , 23 Bottle Rockets, and 4 Whistlers, the only change my green Playdough from Chuck E. Cheeses underwent was a smoky purple color, but other than that, it's perfectly fine. The only way to destroy playdough, is simply by eating. What good is this nation if you can't blow a piece of it up once a year?
~Until Then
Wednesday, June 28
Wow, 20 days without anything on here. Geesh, I'm lazy it's summer. Leave me alone. Summer has been fairly hectic with my 2 jobs. Transportation is a Bitch. Panera is easy enough to get to by walking, but my other job with Vector is in Urbandale by the Ice Arena, that's a bit further than Panera. But I like the job out there because I get to talk to people all day and sit down for my job! Yay for being a recruiter! My Germany trip is a week away and I'm soo excited. I mean 2 weeks in Germany with my bestfriend, no cares or worries in the world. Just the 2 of us doing whatever we want to! It's gonna be freakin amazing! But besides the good things from summer, I'm not sure that many of you heard of the car accident that I got into on the 10th on June, which means I can't get my full license until next June. Oh well, that's not that big of a loss. I was at Petsmart picking up 2 Parakeets, because Bobber "flew" away and so did the little Parakeet, and I pulled into this parking spot next to this car that was parked crooked in her spot and we were up against a wall, so I couldn't get out anyway else cept the way I came in, and when I pulled out (she was backed in) and I tore off the drivers side front flare and the wheel well, I damaged her flare, but it stayed on the car. The damage wasn't too bad, but the lady was a lady in her 20's so she was uber pissed. Gah! But the damage, like I said, only totalled about $1000 for both cars, my dad can put the new flare back on his car and so our premiums might not go up! Yay! But other than that, my summer has been fairly un-eventful.
~Until Then
~Until Then
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