A post for a post...

OK! I couldn't think of a good name for my blog post, hence the lame-ness above! ha...



How was your Thanksgiving? Did you go shopping on Black Friday and get some great deals?



Mine was good. We had just a few of our family in town, which made for a small Thanksgiving with extra food to spare (hello yummy leftovers!!!). It was great! Everyone did a little of something. My oldest sister's family was here in town staying with us, my sister Berit and her sone Curtis, the Rents (cool way of saying parents), my Grandma and Aunt Karen, and also my youngest sister Verity and her hubbie. Sounds like a lot, but trust me, it's not even close. It was all good fun though. Early in the morning we had gone to see Tangled, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Great fun, you should see it. Then the guys took the kids out for their own Turkey Trot. After we rested and got ready for the feast. We had a great smoked turkey for lunch (courtesy of EVIT) and then an even greater bird for the Thanksgiving feast. I could only eat ONE plate! ARE YOU SERIOUS!!!!??? Yeah, just one. It was good though. Then of course the delicious deserts of pumkin and peacan pie. So tasty!



The next day was Black Friday. Now, mind you, I had and have never participated in a Black Friday before. This year was different. I was going and I was going to drop some bills ($$$)!!! So early (6 am, haha!!) in the morning, my mom, Berit, and Verity, went to go to the Black Friday Fes-crazity! We went to Wal-mart(s) and Target first. Then took a break came home to get some dinner ready (YUMMY white chilli)! And we were off again, this time my Dad had joined us. This time to the Hobby Lobby and the mall. This is where I did some serious shopping. For myself obvisously. I can't by gifts with the people I'm buying them for are there. Back to my shopping. At Hobby Lobby I got this thing that can't really be describbed, but I'd been keeping my eye on it for quite some time. My mom told me not to buy it because "it would go on sale". AND on sale it went. I only bought one, though i'll be going back for a second. I also bought this star. I have a thing with stars, and snowflakes. But this star is one that hangs on the wall. It has a western look to it and inside the star, there is the lonestar. You know? The star in the circle. Well, that's inside the bigger star. I'm pretty much a collector of them, stars, that is. After Hobby Lobby, we all journeyed over to the mall. I bought three pairs of pants. I LOVE pants. SO to be on the list to make Meredith happy is stars, snowflakes, and pants. Among some other things too. Oh! I also got some Clinique make-up too. That was that!




Taking this on another note and the main reason I'm posting. I feel safe to post it on here for the fact that my blog is SO NOT popular. haha! There is this missionary that I kind of like. While I was living with my sister, Caroline Mombabe (she's SUPER popular), in Virginia I was in a singles Branch for the church.

Well this missionary boy had been one of the missionaries their along with his companion. He was cute, but off limits. Anyways, I left Virginia and we started to write back and forth. I sent him stuff, he sent me stuff. I hadn't liked him. Well, I had, just not the like-like kind of like. But I kept writing. I was dating other guys too, but nothing quite worked out. Just a few short weeks ago, he had written that he was coming home. I quickly got my letter out to him before he DID come home.

I was still thinking to myself, "Do I like him? Do I NOT like him?" It was an ongoing battle in my head. We also e-mailed. In his last letter to me, he gave me his telephone number so I could call when I got home. Me, thinking a boy should always call the girl first (I think it's a pretty good rule), I gave him my number in an e-mail (I'd debated on putting it in the letter for the fear of seeming desperate.)

That is until he gave me his number first in his letter. Then things changed of course!

He got home on a Friday, and I finally talked myself into like-liking him. Not that there was a lot that needed to be talked into. So when he was home, I officially started to like him. I wanted to wait, but I was being impatient. All day friday had past and I'd heard nothing from him. "It's ok!" I tell myself! "He's just busy with family which he should be!"

Then Saturday comes.... All day and nothing again. I'd got invited to hang out. So I'd given up and started to get myself pretty looking to hang out.

I got a text on my phone. Thinking nothing of it, I let it be. After finishing my make-up, I'd checked my phone. Hmmm... an unrecognizable number from his area code. Check text. Heart pound! It's him!!!! On his mom's phone, but it's still him. Texting, but still!

We text. And text. Then I have to go because I'm with friends. And things are good.

Sunday and nothing though.

Monday, nothing again. His mom has her phone back, duh! That's why.

BUT he did say he was getting a phone on Monday. Still, nothing.

Tuesday, go to work. Nothing. Break at work, check phone. BAM! Text! Happiness! But I can't have my phone at work. So I wait until I have time and then I can respond. The week goes on just texting, though he said he would call.

I cannot imagine what his voice sounds like. I feel so, well giddy, and girly. What is happening?!?!

Comes the saturday which is yesterday. I get a call. And it's from him. We talk and chat. He has to go, but says he'll call back. I get in the car and drive to my friends and he does. We chat until we both arrive at our destinations.

We talked. I heard his voice. Ahhh!!! This is why I'm blogging. Because in such a huge internet world, I know that posting my nerdiness about a boy, who doesn't read this. So you all get to know how nerdy I am. However, if you already knew me, than this comes as no surprise.

So! What are you happy about?!?

P.S. I never posted about Halloween.... I will do so in an upcoming post.

Dating Manners...

So everyone (well let's hope everyone) knows that there are certain mannerisms to have whilst out on a date.

#1. Talk, therefore not making it awkward. But not enough to tell your life story

#2. Put the cell phones and other electronic devices away. (Unless it happens to be serving the purpose of background music... aka cell phones still don't count!)

#3. Have fun. It IS just a date after all.

Annnnnd so on and so forth. There are lots more. Perhaps I'll post a 101 to dating... Did you know I'm dating queen? Always a date, never a bride! ha. Anyways, back to my original reason to why I'm posting about these.

I recently went on a date where these three key elements sort of fell flat. Not by me. By my date.

I feel that I'm a pretty courteous date. I turn off my phone/put on silence so as not to disturb my night. I talk during the date so as not to make it awkward. Because TRUST ME, I can make it awkward and it can be funny or horrible for said date. And I have fun. I don't expect anything since we're not dating.

Let me tell you my story though (since we're, and I mean me, on the topic of boys and such)...

It starts out by me getting asked on a date, then going. I got to pick where we went for dinner, he had to come up with the rest. We were having fun. We ordered our food to go and went to eat on some benches before actually going to his part of the event. ***side note. I always bring money now. Big mistake I'll tell you about at the end.*** He pulled out his telephone. I give a break for the first time, second time is pushing, from there... well read on. He did whatever, then we got back to conversation.

Then we went to a concert for the latter part of the date. He pulled his cell phone out again, and again I said/did nothing, while driving. We arrive at the concert, the talk falling short now because he's distracted. Then we arrive.

He uses his phone again, makes a joke about who's calling. On the third time using a cell phone, that's when I whip out mine. You use yours so I'm obviously not important enough for one night. And you being obnoxious with yours means the same thing for me. I begin to text. He doesn't make mention, though I see him look while I text. By this time, that "talk" concept has kind of fled the building. He uses his phone again, so I use mine, laughing at the text and what not. Again noticing, and taking hint this time that "AH! When I use my phone, she uses her. Must stop!"

So it does stop. We're back on track to having fun, mingling, and no phones. Then, at the concert outside in Phoenix, he stops the having fun part because not knowing the songs. I don't mind. I just like the environment. So chill and fun. Not to be convinced though, we leave because of the lack of fun.

Anyways, the date was fun.

But the moral of the story: Don't use your cell phone, I won't use mine, therefore making all conversation cease and stopping the fun.


***SIDE NOTE STORY!!!

One time, I got set up on a date. Or so I thought. I was out of state and visiting so I didn't really have any funds because I was just babysitting for cheap money and didn't think to bring a purse, aka the cheap money. This boy and I go to a restaurant and movie. At the restaurant, after eating, he asks if we're going dutch, I pay for mine, he for me. WHAT? This, to me, is not a date if going dutch. Maybe that's just me, but I'm old fashioned. I have to say that him that I didn't bring any money in the restaurant. He says it's OK and pays. But then at the movies asks again. This time I'd thought more thoroughly and had brought in my cash. And it was a good thing, because I paid for my movie too. BAH!

So moral of the story: ALWAYS bring money. Even if you are POSITIVE the person is going to pay. It never hurts.

My conversation starters...

A little background: I work full time during the day. I go to school full time during the evening/night. My life is pretty filled with busy work at work and school. I rarely play, but when I do it's hard and fun.

The other day, I had been telling my mom stories that I thought were HILARIOUS!!!! I started noticing, however, that every story I was telling my mom began with, "One time at work, blah blah blah." Other times they started more like, "HA! Ok! So at work, la la la!"

I realized that I couldn't NOT talk about work. Not necessarily about work per se, however about the people I work with. The people I work with are hilarious, adventurous, crazy, and that's why I like them. It's a rare thing to like people at work, but I do. Then I realized that my mom doesn't know a lot about these people. I started wondering how many other times I've begun a story like that. IT HAPPENED SO MUCH MORE THAN I THOUGHT! AH! Yeah! I went back to ponder on my conversations, and it seems that's how they all started out... Do people get annoyed? Well if so, that's really no concern of mine. I'll tell the story anyways. But still, that doesn't stop me from wondering.

Anyways, it was just a thought.

And I needed to post a blog.

Two birds. One stone.

Peace out!