See Ya Later

     I once was asked by my first unrelated freshman roommate at ISU from Minnesota, "Why does everyone in Iowa say 'see ya?' " My answer to her was this, "Goodbye is too definite, see ya, means that your paths may cross again, pleasantly." This just confused her more, then again she fit her stereotype to a "T". Freshman girl pledging to an engineering sorority, that played rugby, with majority being her lesbian sorority sisters, nothing wrong if you are a lesbian, some of the closest people to me are gay or lesbian, my frosh roommate just always seemed to tell me when she had some drop by the dorm. If it was a male- I would just find a used condom on the bottom of my croc, after I left the dorm...So I guess I should be glad she was not afraid to tell myself when there were 3+females in the room. Haha...Back to my title...

     I once asked my very first Manager why it wasn't okay to say "Goodbye" to customers at the bakery, at the age of 14. While I don't remember word-for-word, the overall jest was that Goodbye is too definite, we want people to come back to the bakery, "See ya" being short for "See ya next time/later", I understood perfectly, and have being saying "see ya" ever since then.

     This brings me to, when I first started going to church regularly, it was after my Dad had left the building, so to speak. I felt okay going to church again, having been a choir girl since the 5th grade, the music always pulled me back to the church. Having been a college grad, I also had nowhere to sing, have that outlet for expression that had nothing to do with my life as a night manager at the time. It was some time in the winter of 2010-11 that I called up the church,and asked how to join the choir, after hearing a time and talent sermon from the Pastor, to one of the office workers. Coincidentally she showed up to the next choir rehearsal too. I was somewhat unsure of what to expect, I was certainly the youngest person there, and had not sang or auditioned for a choir since my Junior year of college. Who welcomed me to the choir, well, our former choir director of course. I was taken in, to the part of the service I loved the most-the music. So while I did not say my goodbyes,earlier, I will say my see ya's the only way I know how-via blog, I know it's been a week or so, but I've been busy, writing my heart out for my memoir and working hard, per my usual...Stop in to the bakery and say "Hi" sometime, no being a stranger, and you will be missed...

Random in November, Like the Weather

     So for Halloween weekend, some dear, dear, friends and I went to the local orchard...I dressed up as Hillary Clinton, and got no candy for dressing up, although I did not wear a face mask, that may have screwed me over...But also, those steps on and off the hayride, really just take it out of a person with CP, who was wearing dressy knee-high boots, not the smartest move, but all in all, I was able to do the corn maze, and pick out a pumpkin, thanks to all of them. They are some of the greatests, and I don't know what I would do without them!

     Secondly, IF you CHOOSE to block me on Facebook, do not expect me to care about the issues you have while on Facebook, I frankly am glad you're having them. In all my spiritual/religious beliefs, I know that first and foremost, I am not perfect, I am a sinner, as we all are, this is my sin, wishing issues with Facebook upon certain coworkers...The same goes for if a perfect stranger calls Bubba Joe Jack a "Jackass" I wholeheartedly agree with that assessment, don't think I care, don't mistake my ability to say "please" and "thank you" for genuine concern about your problems, you burned down the bridges to ashes, dumb ass...

     This brings me to, say your goodbyes and leave Ethel, you've had hours to talk to Bubba Joe Jack, and didn't, because you were holding a grudge, what happened? I left my other drama free, isolated job, for this, for two hours? Why? Also, do women just reach a certain age, mindset, memory loss? Where they forget to say "please" and "thank you" to their younger female coworkers, but wait on their male coworkers hand and foot? If so that's Agnes. It's annoying, and frankly, I'm glad I opened my mouth and complained about it, now I don't have to deal with it.

    Lastly, "Speechless" the new ABC show, I know other people from #CPChatNow that love it, but I can't relate to most of it. I drive myself, without a handicap parking tag, I work, I talk for myself, I don't have severe mobility issues, besides the "inspirational" topic, mine's just not as severe as the main character's. But if you enjoy learning about more severe CP struggles, by all means, watch it...

New

     So for those that don't know, yes, still looking for that dream job, but in the meantime...I've got bills to pay. So I took a job working for a local craft store. I won't say which one on here, but local to me. Luckily, for the most part, I seem to be picking things up quickly, considering I have a long standing over 8 closer to 9 years at a local bakery, of customer service, so I should be. I forgot what it's like to be new, to be the trainee, rather than the trainer. I've gotten so used to knowing exactly what I was doing, it's been an experience, to once again know nothing about what to do, or how to answer the phone for them, or even what to do during the "downtime" periods of the day. I'm trying to ask all the right questions, it's just hard knowing which ones. I guess it's just nice to be new, again.   

So He Sends Me An Article...

     This may start off sounding like a joke, but I swear it's not...

So my brother sends me an article about a straight male porn star, why? For those that do not know either of us that well-you may ask yourselves. The only answer I have for you, is that a close brother/sister relationship, always seems strange, take Angelina and her brother for example, to those that are not a part of it. Secondly, not only is this person a supposed porn star, that may do gay porn for the right price, they also have Cerebral Palsy.

     This brings me to MY idea-no, it has nothing to do with porn...People with Cerebral Palsy SOMETIMES are viewed as non-sexual, when in fact, thanks to #CPChatNow, and having blogged about my previous relationship(from age 5-9,no, not a sexual relationship, but that totally counts when people ask your permission in high school, to ask them out), I can tell you,I am straight, and many people with CP have relationships all the time, be they straight,gay,lesbian, bi or any other definition you would like to use.

     When asked if I am the marrying type? My answer is no. But on the other hand I did catch the bouquet, and who knows what I'll be thinking come ten years down the road, or so on...Right now I'm just trying to do my job, "I've gotta lot of living to do" to quote "Bye,Bye Birdie", before I even think about dating seriously, and I see no point in me dating, if not going towards a common end, of that phase of life. Wasting my time, I think not. I like the memes that say, "I love me, I think I'm the one." Right now, but as always that could change, it may not, depends on who I think might be "the one" for me, if I ever find them, if I ever want to find them, right now, I see no need. My life is great, why risk that with one person coming in, and changing everything...Also, as I've mentioned before dating sites kinda creep me out, even though I know people from #CPChatNow, that seem very happy because of them. Good for them! I wish them the best!

Brother, thank you for reminding me, it's important to note people with Cerebral Palsy, have relationships all the time, if we want.

Over 4,000 Views

If there is one thing I know about myself, I know that I am EXTREMELY introverted.  So the fact that I posted one of my blogs on my high school class group Facebook page, took a lot of courage for me to do, I was terrified...until the likes and comments started pouring in. Most, in fact, all were positive in some way.

On the other hand, I don't know what  was ultimately worried about, I mean, most of the people on there were in an English writing class with me at some point in our lives, my school was not THAT big, most peer reviewed my papers at some point, whether it was my paper on how to be innocent, or one of my less than perfect, yet entertaining speeches. These people have backed me, even when I had to defend myself when asked by my teacher if we only have one soulmate? I totally won over the majority of the class with my reply, don't ask me the specifics of it, just know that it was awesome, and that the majority of that class supported me. Yes, looking back, I don't know why I was fearful.

To the people I never talked to back then, thanks for reading! To the people I did talk to thank you! Thank you all for your support, and the over 4,000 views. Let me know what you want me to write about, and as always much love to those I call friends and family!

What's Up?

So what's up? You might ask...
     Well I started the memoir over, same title, different direction, happier with it. Talked to a book publisher about the whole writing process, so feeling better about that.
     Went to a dear friend's wedding, danced basically the whole time I was able to at the reception, and caught the bouquet with "Single Ladies" by Beyonce playing in the background, at least in my mind-still quite different than hearing things.
     I got a job at a well-known bank as a contract employee-sort of-still waiting on the damn background check to clear, hopefully I'll get to start Tuesday. Otherwise I lose the job, which would be really disappointing. Sorry if I got everyone's hopes up for nothing!
     Also, in the process of driving from Ames to West Des Moines and back, got a flat tire and drove all the way home before my Mom got home and told me, oops!

So yet again surviving, as always, despite having a cold that just won't go away...

Funny story, so my first college roommate-kind of a complete freshman whore, as in she used to bring guys other than her boyfriend back to the dorm, and I'd wake up with a used condom stuck to the bottom of my Croc in the morning, at 3:30am. Anywho, she decided to go skydiving one day...

She then brought a male friend from the dorms back to our dorm in broad daylight, who asks me : "Lindsay, why didn't you go skydiving?"

My reply  : "I had to do laundry..."

End of the conversation.

Funny Thing

So, I was at work yesterday finishing up with a customer *phone rings* Bubba Joe Jack (one of them) answers it. *He comes out to the counter, where I'm waiting on a customer*
Bubba- "Your Mom is on the phone, she'll hold till you're available" (In a hushed tone as if someone died, or possibly even I was going to...I'm not for a very long time though...)
Me-(Wondering who died?) "Okay."
*takes phone call* Me-"Hello?"
Mom-"Did you take your (blood thinner)pill?"
Me-"Yes."
Mom-"I'll see you when you get home then!"
*Goodbyes exchanged, call ended*
*Me-walks out front to where Bubba is sweeping*
Bubba- "Did you talk to her already?"*Slightly freaked out/everything okay? tone*
Me- "Yes." *pauses-then in a "you're not my boyfriend/friend/brother/anything to me," tone* "Thank you."
*Conversation Done*
Way not to care-right? Like, stop acting...You still care Bubba...HAhaha, so freaked out, so funny!To me at least...