lessons learned.

I dated Tim for two years before he called me as I waited in line at Dairy Queen one night, and told me we shouldn't be together anymore. And in that moment, I could've sworn to you that my entire reason for existance was no longer there. This was the boy I built my life around. The boy who I dropped and lost a lot of friends over, because I was so consumed in being with him. I truly believe I was obsessed.

And so, on August 12, 2007, as I sat in my mother's room, sobbing my bitter, broken heart out, I honestly thought dying was better than living without him. Even though he had lied to me, put me on the back burner, and made me an option -- I still "needed" him.

And who did I have to go to? Every single one of my friends, and I mean ALL of them, I had lost contact with because of him. I sat at home most nights, feeling so incredibly lost. Feeling like I had ruined my life.

That was the beginning of my senior year. As school started back into full gear, I started becoming consumed in new things. I was the Editor in Chief on the yearbook staff. I started a new job that I absolutely loved. I made friends that I was with almost every single weekend. I went to football games on Friday nights. Life started feeling right again, and soon enough, I was dating again.

I guess I thought about all of this today, because I see and hear about girls everyday who are so heartbroken, so bitter, and so miserable because they lost "the one".

And so I think if I learned anything from my relationship with Tim, it was these things:
No matter who it is you're dating, keep your friends close. They were there before he was, and they'll be there after he's gone. Never make someone your priority if you're just their option. It makes you a doormat and a sucker. And lastly, if he walks away, let him. Because there is always some out there who's gonna know what they have when they're with you.

Although I frequently say I wasted two years with Tim, I can honestly say I'm grateful for those years. They taught me very valuable lessons, and I can honestly say I'm [mostly] a better person for it. I'm thankful for that heartbreak.

maybe i should re-evaluate my career goals.

Just a quick story, guaranteed to bring a smile.

Last night at work, an elderly man came up to the service desk with a pair of bedroom shoes. After complaining that he couldn't find the size he wanted, we had a conversation that went something like this:

Man: So, have you gone on America Idol yet?
Myself: I'm sorry?
Man: American Idol. Have you been on there yet?
Myself (chuckling): No sir, I don't sing!
Man: Well, darlin', I never painted either and then one day my daddy handed me a paintbrush and taught me how to use it and I've been painting ever since!

Watch out American Idol. You and me. Next season. Ha :)

the biggest loser.

Just a quick rant on the reality TV show, "The Biggest Loser."

This is the third season I've watched of the show and is also the most DRAMATIC.

I am so tired of watching these people cry because they can't have the trainer they want, whine because they're getting ganged up on, and sobbing because someone they became friends with got sent home.

IT'S A COMPETITION.

1. If you didn't get the trainer you want, SUCK IT UP! Kick butt in the gym, and give your 110%!

2. Take people ganging up on you as a compliment. Seriously. It means you're doing good and they're intimidated.

3. Your friend got sent home? WRONG. Your COMPETETION got sent home! Be thankful it wasn't YOU!

I'm done :)

hot and cold.

Here's the thing.

I'm not one to complain. Really, I'm not. But I think I'm speaking on behalf of just about everyone in South Carolina on this one.

I AM SO SICK OF THIS BIPOLAR WEATHER.

I want it hot, or I want it cold. And I want it to stay one way or the other. I hate having a few days of beautiful, seventy degree weather, only to be faced with another week of frigid, forty degree marks. It's confusing and very mean.

Winter either needs to just give up its reign, or Spring needs to back off for a few more weeks and quit trying to rush in.




(Springtime, do not take this blog offensively. You're still my favorite :) )

the next generation may be in trouble..

So, I know the economy crisis is a really big problem in America and affecting millions of people right now.

However, since I've been working at the oh-so-wonderful KMart of Berea, I realize that there is a much bigger issue at hand. That being said, I am very concerned about the current generation of children out there.

As I was doing "go backs" against my will (and job description), I pulled a "game" from the bottom of the buggy and carried it to the toy aisle. It wasn't until I got to the aisle itself that I really began examining this game, and was completely taken aback, and felt the sudden need to pray for the children of America.

The "board" was a 3D, size of two fists, nose. Lining the rims of the nostrils, was a thick, green crust. The object of the "game" was to pull out the (gulp) boogers and the meaner the booger, the more points you score.

I gagged, literally, while looking at and reading through the instructions for this. I mean, really! This is so crude! Kids are taught their whole life not to pick their nose, and now they get points for picking someone else's!

*shudders*

KMart also opened my eyes to candies such as chocolate skittles, chocolate bubble yum, ice cream spray, and Sweet Tarts in a glue form contained within a squeeze tube.

God bless America...

a quickie.

So, I've fallen a little bit behind in posting. Reasons being?
School.
Work.
Church.
Studying.
Errands.
And managing to eat and sleep somewhere in between the two.

I'm stressed out beyond belief, and feel as though I owe a million different people two million different apologies. Sigh.

But, I'll be back soon enough, and I have plenty to come back with.

Melissa

then where does it go?

I did my first load of waiting laundry today (I still have three lingering piles) and I was very tempted to pull apart the dryer and dig until I found its secret world. Put down the phone, don't ask the operator for the number to the psyche ward. If you think long enough about it, there has GOT to be some secret place, the dryer's version of a WhoVille, if you will. Because if there isn't such a place, then answer this for me. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK GO?!

Melissa