I was Trapped in an Ele-Elevator.

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embarassing, trapped in an elevator

All smiles before the night went sour. I blame the Hungarian 40s that came in plastic bottles (jk).

Over Thanksgiving break my college friends who live near me decided to go out to the local bars. The night started out well enough. Bar one was a chill atmosphere and bar two was right next door. At the second bar the boyfriend broke a glass “cheers”-ing. We bundled up and marched across the frozen tundra to the next bar. Well, actually three of us were too cold and stopped in a gay bar. The girl above who is seeing not seeing…it’s complicated with the plaid-shirted man got angry at him for leaving with her wallet. I ordered three martinis for my boyfriend, the plaid-shirted man, and myself. We went to the next bar where I attempted to find the bathroom, I went in the elevator. I was stuck in the elevator by myself, between floors, for 30 minutes. This part I remember very clearly: I remember ringing the alarm bell and doing the bathroom dance. Then pure panic when I realized that my 21-year-old slightly inebriated self could not hold it in anymore. I peed myself. I never thought I would have a truly mortifying moment as I brush things off fairly easily but this was just ridiculously embarrassing.

Also, on a more positive note….

SHOES!

Can you believe that I got these cute navy blue Steve Madden shoes for three dollars from Salvation Army?!

Well Then! *Ahem* …Yeah

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daily life

The title is pretty much how I’d explain I feel.

This semester is insane.  I’m working 12 or 27 hours per week at this job that is pretty awful (think busy convenience store/coffee shop/cafeteria all-in-one) and I was taking 12 credits.  I say was because I had to drop a class because the teacher was so horrific (I filed a page long complaint to the ombudsman).  Yes, that means I am no longer a full-time student.  So, *ahem*…yeah.

There’s a grill on the far left, a coffee shop in the upper left, and a convenience store in the middle.  It’s all one store and it’s open from like 8am to midnight.  I don’t enjoy it very much but I try to make the best of it.

However, lately has also been good relationally.  I celebrated 5 years with my boyfriend (since I was 16 and he was 17 –don’t you want to burst into the Sound of Music song?) on October 13th.  Also, I got to spend some great time with my sister, her fiancee and their two little boys: Dominic, 2, and Calvin, 4 months.  Dominic seriously lights me up.  He is hilarious, loving, and cute and really likes me.  This is also my first real experience with little kids.  I did Vacation Bible School with 5 year olds for a week every summer but no kids younger than that.

I visited my sister’s family for the  BIG state rivalry thing (my state uni vs. her fiancee’s uni).  We kicked their butts and it was great.  Also, Dominic celebrated his 2nd birthday at a huge state park and my whole big family was there.

This is my godson/nephew, Dominic.  He is 2 years old and is amazing.  He was tired but not too tired to stop playing with Lightning McQueen.

Life as I Know It

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daily show with jon stewart, multiple sclerosis, National MS Society, personal experience with mental health, rosalynn carter

I was planning on writing a few days ago but I was pleasantly surprised to have my boyfriend come visit for a few days.  He works from midnight-8am six or seven days a week, we don’t live with each other, and I’m usually up at school (an hour away) while he’s working.  Well, the engine that he monitors broke so now he doesn’t have any work to do so he got a mini vacation.  We had lots of fun wandering to botanical gardens, hanging out with friends, and just enjoying each other.  But, back to life, right?

Before he came up I was working in the lab (which I’ve mentioned like 10x here…1, 2, 3) and, as I discussed with the lab head, I would fiddle around with the brightness, contrast, color, etc. in order to get a few slides clearer so I could mark them.  Well, he said that when I close the program it would go back to normal and it wouldn’t.  I tried two different versions of the software, looked online, looked on the software’s help menu…nothing.  Restore defaults?  OKAY WHERE IS THE DAMN BUTTON?  I am either blind or there was no button!  So I only got to finish 8 out of 33 slides.  Damn it all.  I’m meeting with the Dr. on Monday to start testing the rats in water tasks.  I’ll just have to finish the slides on my own time.

Also, the aforementioned boyfriend has been undergoing testing for a few months and recently started physical therapy.  He almost definitely has Multiple Sclerosis.  Feel like giving us a virtual hug?  Please donate to or get involved with the National MS Society instead.  Every little bit counts.  He started working out more and changed his diet around a little bit.  Now his doctors are suggesting he get a marijuana card for his MS.  He has to go to an infectious diseases place too on the off-chance that he may have Lyme’s disease.  Either way things are pretty bad.

Also, my brother recently was admitted to a hospital near home.   Hospital A treated him like crap and let him go after 4 hours because he didn’t have insurance.  They sent him to HOSPITAL B where he was admitted and he stayed for a week.

Rosalynn Carter, a lifelong proponent of a better mental healthcare system and an overall better attitude towards mental health, had an interview with Jon Stewart this year and he asked her what had changed since she started.  She said nothing.  How grim is that?  But it’s true!  People avoid you or judge you if you have depression as opposed to diabetes.  If you have something more rare you’re treated as some exotic creature and shunned.  What is wrong with people?

You Really Bother Me

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blog, fashion, rant, rave

So there’s a blog, that will remain nameless because I don’t want to be that person, that bothers the shit out of me.  There actually seems to be a surge in these types of blogs.  What type am I referring to?

The rich girl with no job that has a ton of designer clothes and

shows us what she’s wearing all the time.

I am interested in high fashion and I love seeing personal style.  However, there is a point where money makes things so much easier.  Of course you are going to have an amazing outfit when you have $1,000 boots that are so original and you couldn’t find anything remotely like it in normal stores.  FYI, I’m not referring to the lovely Tavi who blogs for Pop magazine, covers fashion week shows, is a muse for many designers, and has thoughtful posts where, if she wears some expensive designer item she mentions, in full disclosure, that is was a gift or is on loan.  I’m speaking of the mindless “look at me and the expensive things I’m wearing!” posts.

You’re pretty.  You own nice clothes that you can’t afford yourself (i.e., parents buy them).  Occasionally you take some good pictures.  Congratulations, you are a true inspiration to shallow materialistic people everywhere.

No Ma’am

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ma'am

I admit that I have called a woman ma’am before but I hate the word.  Anyone who has worked in sales or buys anything from salespersons has probably been called ma’am (if you’re a woman, of course…or a feminine appearing man).  Every woman that I know hates the word and here’s why.

1.  Even if I’m 20 years old it makes me feel old.  Women. do. not. want. to. feel. old.  Have you been alive the past ten years?  Aging is horrible and you must invest thousands in trying to stop a natural process!

2.  It is patronizing. I cannot recall the obscene number of times I have been called ma’am by a salesperson who thinks I am “wrong”, “overemotional”, or “uncooperative”.

3.  I have been called ma’am when I have already told the person my name.  Maybe if you made more of an effort in caring about who I am or how you treat people I wouldn’t have to be telling you to not address me as ma’am!

Instead, use “miss”, regardless of age.

Any reasons you hate being called ma’am?  Have a story of someone ma’am-ing you?