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I said I would post about last Friday on Sunday. Hah. It’s now Tuesday and no post. To be honest, I have too much to do today so I’m not sure when I’ll write it. Maybe tonight? Maybe in a few days? I just wanted to acknowledge that I had lied, and for that I am sorry.

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When I’m 19 and you are 8 years older than me, you might as well look like this.

Well. Last night was one for the books. Not in a good way. Not at all. No, this was one of those nights that taught me some valuable lessons. I’ll share them with you before I go into the main topic of this post.

1) Don’t ever go somewhere unless you have a secured way to get home, ex. your car.

2) If a significantly older man is hitting on you, you should lie and say you’re a lot younger than you are. That way, he feels like a pedophile and hopefully, that will stop his advances.

3) Don’t ever rely on anyone else when they will be drinking. It’s just a bad idea.

4) Don’t be afraid to look like a baby. Ex. I wanted to go home, so I feigned extreme nausea and fatigue.

That’s all for now.

She’s not quite so bold.

Onto more important matters… Cheaters. I don’t get it. I’ve never understood how you could cheat on someone, particularly someone you love. I’ve been cheated on by all two of my exes. Have I ever ventured that way? Nope. Sure, long distance relationships are hard. Sometimes your mind wanders and considers what it’d be like. The thing for me is I could never go from imagining to making it a reality. Why would you want to hurt someone you care about that deeply? How is it even worth it to risk them? Of course, my friend last night was thinking that her boyfriend who lives states away wouldn’t ever find out. And unless she gets a guilty conscience, he won’t. It’s just shocking to me how casual cheating has become to some people. Not only was my friend cheating on her boyfriend, but the guy she cheated with was also cheating on his girlfriend. I’m not sure why I was so driven to write this post. Basically, it really bothers me when people cheat, particularly when they get away with it. The worst is when people play mind games with themselves, making up reasons why it’s not so bad. Like my friend for instance. She told me on the way there (I’m writing a post on this tomorrow, don’t worry) that because she doesn’t get enough attention from her dad and her boyfriend being so far away, she finds she needs to flirt with guys to get that attention. So basically, she was saying, if I flirt with Tom (her ex and the one who took her virginity four years ago) don’t worry about it, I won’t go further. Well, her inside out tank top told me otherwise.

Now that I feel like I’m just bitching, I’m going to end this. I just think that it’s a shame how little value people put on sex (of any kind) these days. I also think that if you’re going to cheat, just own it. Don’t act like you’re a good Christian or anything like that. Don’t say you didn’t mean to, because no matter how much you drink, you still know what’s right and what’s wrong (excluding if you black out, I’ve never experienced that but it sounds horrible). I think people just like to blame the alcohol because they can’t own up to it and say it’s what they selfishly wanted to do.

Lesson for the Day: If you’re cheating on someone, you probably don’t love them as much as you think you do.

I love happy accidents; I messed up while spray painting, but I like the effect. Oh, how crafty I am.

Yes, I love that song by Lana del Ray. However, that is not what this post is about. This is about that horrible depressed feeling that comes on about this time every summer. That dreaded realization that this time of “relaxation” (I say that because I’ve been working my ass off way more than I did this past school year) is coming to a quick close. All those plans you said you’d make? Times running out. Before long, I’ll be packing up my room once again, whining about how I never got that beach trip in, or that weekend to Pennsylvania.

Though I am sad about summertime ending, I can’t wait for the fall. Back to the lifestyle of work hard all week, party all weekend. Get to see my friends, be social, and have people who will willingly go to the gym with me. It’s heaven. Not to mention getting away from the stress of living with a boy going through puberty. Hello, bipolar syndrome! My often sweet, considerate brother has turned into a bitchy, whiney, crying mess this summer. What hell puberty is. I’m so glad that’s forever in my past. When I have children, I may just send them away for those horrible years. JK, I’ll suck it up. But that doesn’t mean I won’t consider it.

So here’s what I’m getting at. Summer is quickly coming to a close. Or as my mom would remind me, still has five weeks left. So guess what? It’s time to get at it! All those plans you wanna make? Put them into action. Today, I finally did some of the crafts I’d been staring at on Pinterest all year and let me tell you, I feel so satisfied. Not only did I get some creative energy out, but now I have art for my new apartment. So go with the flow, be spontaneous, do random fun things, be outgoing, try new things. Summer is almost over, so make the best of it so you can’t look back with regrets. That’s what I’m planning on doing and if I can do it, so can you. In the words of Katy Perry, “no regrets, just love”.

Lesson for the Day: Make the most of this summer, make the most of each day. You never know when it’ll be your last.

This is the real deal, my baby girl.

Sometimes I really feel like I am getting a taste of parenthood with my English bulldog, Bemis. It is 5:48 as I start this post. I don’t have to wake up for two and a half hours. I’ve been trying to get Bemis to sleep with me in my room so that she is more bonded with me than my mom, that way this fall she won’t be so sad to go to school with me. However, this hasn’t done great things for my sleep habits. She always seems to get diarrhea whenever she sleeps with me. Finally after enough rice, her problems were fixed and everything was fine. The only issue then was how in her sleep and mine, she’d spread out and I’d be on the other side of my bed. Not a big deal.

Well tonight it was storming. She was freaking out. Though to be honest, I don’t remember how she kept waking me up because she wasn’t being loud. I have that sleep amnesia where I know I was up, but not what happened. That was around 2:30 AM. Then around 5:30 I was awakened by a horrendous stench. Yep, she had shit not once, but twice. Off to the crate for her, and down to get cleaning supplies for me. Right now, I have some incense burning in hopes of covering up the smell so I can get those last two hours of sleep. Let’s hope it works or all those customers I’ll have tomorrow will get forgetful me serving them.

Lesson for the Day: Take your time becoming a parent. From what I’ve learned having a puppy as a child, it’s much much harder than it looks. (Though you don’t have to worry about your child flying in people’s faces biting them…)

Never forget. JRC [7.01.11]

One year ago today, I was hostessing at the same restaurant I work at now. It was a normal shift, no crazy customers or big events. My boyfriend and his friend had come to see me, but were eating outside so when things got slow, I’d sneak out to say hey. All of the sudden, I received a cryptic text from a friend “Did you hear about the Cernutos?” I said no, but didn’t get a text back. I didn’t think much of it and kept working. Then Paul came in and told me that they had been in an accident. Honestly, I didn’t think much of that either. They are smart, strong girls. I had roomed with the twins in Peru a little over a month before that. Just weeks before we had graduated together. Nothing could hurt them. So I said a prayer, and kept going. A bit later Paul walks in, stone faced. I knew he was worried about the accident since their families were close, but like I said, nothing could touch those girls.

I hadn’t even made it back to the hostess stand when Paul approached me. All he said was, “Jenny’s dead”. I couldn’t even process it. Jen was going places, more places than I could ever go. She was outgoing, funny, and incredibly motivated. There was no way God would take her away from her huge group of friends and family. That was the day I gained immense respect for my manager. I walked up to him, stuttering as I explained that two girls from my class had gotten into an accident and they thought one had died. Before I could finish my sentence, he said “just go”. I wasn’t close with Jen by any means. But graduating in a class of 52, you knew everything about everyone. I had roomed with her in Peru. Her dad was one of the kindest men I’d ever met. Their family didn’t deserve this.

What happened that next week was just a whirlwind. From work, I went and picked up Rae and my mom drove us to the hospital to meet Paul and the others. I will never forget the faces of my former classmates. All of us in complete shock. I almost expected Jen to just walk into the room and laugh like it was all a joke. But it wasn’t. The prayer meeting, the viewing, the funeral, the scene at the graveyard. Everything just flew by. I kept thinking that at the next event, it would sink in. One year later, it still hasn’t. I still get on Facebook expecting to see Jen’s pictures of her friends and her on the lake, living the good life. But that’s never what I find.

Her family continues to amaze me. They threw a going away party for our entire graduating class before we left for college. At that party, they gave us all pink roses in honor of Jennifer Rose. I love that idea. A little reminder of her in all of our yards, so we never forget. They sent us Christmas cards updating us on their lives. They created a scholarship for graduates from my school in Jen’s honor. Every time I hear something new about their family, my jaw drops in awe. They amaze me.

Basically, through Jen’s death I’ve learned a lot about myself and others. I’ve learned life is shorter than we could ever guess. I’ve learned that simple kindness and genuine concern about others leaves a lasting footprint on their lives. I’ve learned that even in the worst situations, God will prevail and create goodness out of it if you allow him. I’ve learned that you need to make every moment count.

Lesson for the Day: Don’t take anything or anyone for granted. You never know when everything will end.