So I used to drink chocolate milk a lot. A lot. And one time when I was younger, I was sitting in bed doing just that, and I spilled some. There was a drop of chocolate milk, maybe the size of a penny, on my sheets by my pillow. I freaked out because, or course, I thought my mum was going to freak out. I tried desperately to get the stain out (probably still while drinking my chocolate milk). I scrubbed, squeezed, there was possibly some licking action going down as well. It wouldn't come out. So I hid it underneath my pillow, worrying that my mum would find it and I would get in trouble for making such a mistake. It turned out that I had no need to worry about the chocolate milk stain. My mum wasn't mad about it, and I'm pretty sure it came out in the wash. I didn't need to try and fix it, nor did I need to try and cover it up. It was made like new through the wash. I was reminded of this memory several times this past week, as a lovely reminder of what was done. Though you might think it's a bit of a stretch comparing Jesus to a washing machine and chocolate milk to sin (how can chocolate be sinful, right??), that's exactly what I'm doing. We make mistakes. We sin. We make messes, and we have tons of stains that won't come out - no matter how hard you scrub, squeeze, hide, or. . .lick. Nothing's going to change the fact that they're there, and there's nothing you can do to fix it. That's where Jesus comes in (the washer). Through His sacrifice of death on the cross, He has taken our sins with Him to the grave, offering us forgiveness of them forever. He takes away our sin, people. Those nasty stains that won't go away, even if you cover them up, they're taken care of; they're forgiven. He washes those stains. He makes all things new. How great is our God?! That He has the power to do that! And not only that, but being able to compare it with chocolate milk? I think that's pretty neat. Happy Easter, guys :)
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Okay, so as I was writing I kept saying "Black Friday" instead of "Good Friday", and I was like, "Lisse, this has nothing to do with shopping!" And then I was like, "Wait. . ." What do you think of when you hear the words "Black Friday"? I personally think of spontaneous adventures in footie pajamas. How the heck does that have any parallel to Good Friday? It doesn't. BUT, the thing that stands out above the rest about Black Friday is this: the deals. I'm an avid deal hunter, so I don't really know why I haven't gone Black Friday shopping until this past year. That's a lie, I do, but we're not getting into that. People stand in lines for HOURS, sometimes camping outside of stores waiting for their doors to open, just so they can get some killer deals. Which is understandable, right? Who wouldn't want to get a super awesome deal? It's totally worth wearing hot footie pajamas with no pockets and staying out til 6:00am. Sometimes it's even worth the shoving that happens to get that item you want. It's all about the killer deals and the sacrifices made to get them. Jesus gave us His own killer deal, and today is the day that we commemorate what He did for us. He gave us the most killer deal of all: eternal life and salvation - for FREE. No lines, no hot & impractical footie pajamas, no money. (John 3:16 anyone?) He did this by making the ultimate sacrifice for us on the cross over 2,000 years ago. But what does that really mean? In the past I became so numb to those words, "He died on the cross for our sins", since I was raised in the church. I constantly heard it growing up, to the point where it became just empty words; just a phrase. But let's be real, He didn't just get shot and be done with it so that we could live crap-filled lives with no guilt. We're talking about the ONE man on earth who had never sinned, who performed countless miracles - one of which was raising the dead, who was God's SON; He was blameless, and yet they condemned Him anyway. He went through public humiliation; being stripped, spit on, and mocked, wearing a crown of thorns as His party prize. He was beaten bloody and whipped with a Cat-of-nine tails, ripping His skin off. And not only was He beaten bloody, but He was forced to carry a huge lumber cross on His open back, wood rubbing into his raw flesh. Through the town and up a hill, nearly naked, with people surrounding Him and mocking Him - the same people whom He was doing all of this for. And once He made it up the hill, He had a stake stabbed through each of His wrists, and through both His feet, securing Him to the same cross He carried on His back. And we're not talking killing a vampire with a stake just by driving it into them willy-nilly. They hammered the stakes in. Blow after blow, more & more pain and pressure with each hit. You can betcha they didn't hit the stake every time either. And then they raised the cross up with His body hanging from it; nearly naked, mutilated, and completely broken. I feel physically broken when my spine, hips, pelvis, and sacrum are misaligned, but that is NOTHING compared to the brokenness His body experienced. And this whole time, He carried ALL of ours sins. That's another phrase that I was numb to. What does that mean? All the guilt that you feel when you check out that super hot naked chick online, fell on Him. All the weight that consumes you when you murder someone - born or not, fell on Him. All of the emptiness that pulls you down after you've slept around, fell on Him. All of the hurt that you experience when you lie to someone you love, fell on Him. All of the pain that you go through when about to take your life, fell on Him. Only He didn't carry just a few sins at a time, He carried them ALL. Not just every type, but EVERY SINGLE SIN that was to be made. Can you fathom that amount? Every rape, every murder, every lie, every betrayal, every lust, ALL of it, fell on Him. Not just the big stuff, but all of the "little" sins that consume our days as well. The dude was sweating blood, He was in so much agony. And then to top it all off, He was separated from God. I don't think the magnitude of that is fathomable. But here's the best part: He still did it. He did it for each and every one of us, knowing exactly what we'd do. He did it knowing that people would worship His enemy, Satan. He did it knowing that not only would we disobey His word by murdering and participating in gay marriage, but we made it legal. He did it knowing that so many would refuse His free gift. He did it knowing that we as Christians, His children, would turn away from Him, shame Him, and reject Him and His gift. He did it knowing that I would try to throw away one of His most precious gifts, that of life; that I would forget about Him, deny Him, and blame Him; that I would take His credit, pretend to be something other than who He made me to be because I don't think how He made me was good enough; that I would tell the world of what He's done for me, and then turn around and do my own thing. He could have excluded any person He wanted from receiving His gift. He's God, He can do whatever He wants. And He did. He WANTS us to come to Him, in all of our broken, ugly, stupidity & pride, He aches for us. That just doesn't always compute with me. He went through all of that for us, with you individually in mind and heart. He did it so that we would be free from death, sins consequence. He did it so that we could live in eternity with Him. He did it so that we could have a personal relationship with Him. He did it to set us FREE. Good Friday is really hard for me and weighs heavily on my heart. It never really mattered to me in the past. Easter was the main day, right? The celebration of His rising from the grave. But last year was different. The Thursday before, the college group joined the church in watching The Passion of the Christ. It gave me more of a visual image of some of what Christ went through. How He went through so much suffering. . . for me. He knew exactly who I was while He was up there, and yet He didn't exclude me from that gift of salvation. He's God, He has every bit of power to have excluded that gift from whomever He pleased. But He didn't exclude anyone from it, including me. After it ended I got in my car, turned on my music (Sidewalk Prophets "Lay Down My Life" started playing), and headed to the library, as a bunch of us always did on Thursday nights. As soon as I hit the road I lost it. I broke down sobbing. It takes a lot for me to cry, but sobbing? Whole different level. God really softened my heart and revealed something to me on the road that night. When He died on the cross that day, He tore the veil in the temple that separated us from Him, allowing anyone and everyone to come into His presence, right? When He did that that day, He was not only saving my life through salvation, but He was saving my life by allowing me easy access to come into His presence 7 years ago when I almost killed myself. If that veil hadn't have been torn, and access to His presence made more available to me, I would not be here right now. So when we sing songs with lyrics such as, "Lifted up, He defeated the grave. Raised to life, our God is able. In His name, we overcome. For the Lord, our God is able." I think of two things simultaneously: Jesus' death on the cross, and the freedom & gift of salvation that He gave us when He conquered the grave. And God saving my life 7 & 2 years ago, freeing me from deaths grasp and bringing me to a place where I could really live. In both ways He saved me. Today marks the day that He died to set me free, and through that, how He saved my life.
Scazz = Screamo + Jazz.
So my friend and I - we'll call her Sarah, because, well, that's her name - used to babysit for people on Tuesday nights, and afterwards we would go watch a movie or two with some friends. There was about 7-12 minutes of drive time, depending on if we had to swing by her place or not, and during that time we started our own band - a scazz band. Sarah has a super good voice, and she can sing jazzy songs really well. I, however, sound like Justin Bieber going through puberty. BUT, I'm a good metal screamer. So we decided to combine the two. Our main songs we covered were Apologize by OneRepublic, Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis, and Airplanes by B.O.B. ft Haley Williams . . . I think? It sounds like it would be. There was another one, but I can't think of it now. Anyways, it was probably one of the highlights of my week. After babysitting ended we kind of fell apart as a band. We would jam every now and then if we were on our way to a dance (P.S. don't do that if you're doing a bunch of metal O's - you will, in fact, lose your voice and have trouble communicating with your leads). Missing the good ol' Scazz band days. . . There are many reasons why people have open heart surgery. One of which is blocked arteries - basically when there's junk that's in there that doesn't need to be there; it needs to be removed so the blood flow can get through. Another reason is an Atrial Septal Defect (ASD), which is basically a hole in the heart that needs to be mended. I started out this evening doing one of my favorite things: being alone. Home alone, that is. When I can just be by myself and talk out loud to God without concern for someone hearing me. It's also when I can watch movies in the living room without being disturbed. Which is exactly what I planned to do. I turned off most of the lights, and finished eating my dinner as I started to watch Jurassic Park. I stopped 24 minutes into it though. I felt like this was time that should be spent more one-on-one with God, and I felt like He wanted to talk to me about something. So I turned on some music (Brendan McCarthy is excellent background music, btw), and decided to clean the dishes..... which escalated to cleaning the whole kitchen. I asked Him what it was He wanted to talk about, then proceeded to apologize for now living for Him as much as I should/want to be. He then revealed to me what He wanted to talk about: my heart. My favorite subject =b It's that time again, as I'm sure a lot of people have noticed. It comes in seasons. That span of time when just about everywhere you look someone is either entering a relationship, getting engaged, getting married, or having a baby. Have you ever noticed how that happens? Yeah, it does. I feel like Owl in Bambi. Spring rolls around and everyone seems to be twitterpated. Which isn't a bad thing. It's just slightly odd how it seems to happen all at once.... Anyways, the theme of relationships has arisen again, and it was something that God wanted to talk about. And in keeping with the theme of discovering and facing fears, He decided to combine those two. A relationship with someone has never been something that I've really desired. I never really thought of myself as having fears about relationships. But again, how we perceive ourselves is not always truth. He told me to write a list of things concerning a relationship that I'm afraid of. He told me to write down what comes to mind, regardless of how stupid it looks or seems, or how silly it actually is (and let's be real, all of them are that way), and then organize them into subcategories.
Pretty silly, right? I think so. I didn't want to write them down because they're silly, and just absurd. So I shouldn't even be afraid of them. The biggest one for me is the dependent/clingy/insecure one. I don't want someone making me an idol. I got to hear from God again after I wrote those down and saw them written out. "I have a plan for you. Don't stifle me with these silly fears, HAVE FAITH". Boom. Well stated, Lord, well stated. And so, another development in the journey of having my heart softened. One that God has been working on for..... well, a while. In keeping with the theme of this season of twitterpation & relationships, God showed me something about myself this past Sunday as well that pertains to the subject. Never thought I would share it to the world, but here it is: The best words a man could ever tell me: "I love you so much, but I love God so much more". Just like some open heart surgeries, God wants to clean out the junk (lies) that's clogging up our hearts, and stitching up or filling in the hole that might be there because of it. Those who've known me for a long time can testify that I loved collecting things. As many put it, "I collected collections". And it was very true. I collected anything I could get my hands on. Didn't help that my family & I are super thrifty and found tons of things for super cheap every week at garage sales. I was on the fast track to becoming a professional hoarder. I collected bouncy balls, Garfield, Mountain Dew cans, Mountain Dew labels, bottle caps, plastic animals, stuffed animals, Wildlife Fact Files, state quarters, Legos, Playmobil, mini animal fact cards, business cards, VHS's, shells, dress-up clothes, matchbox cars, horses, unicorns, animal magazines, Shetland Sheepdog things, Animal Ark books, Hardy Boy books, Where's Waldo books, jewelry, Adventures in Odyssey, stamps, coins, misc. junk, lint, and more. Yes, I scooped the lint out of the dryer thingy and kept it in a drawer. It was so soft! My room was an eclectic explosion of crap. You could even say that I collected furniture & storage containers in order to hold all of my... acquirements. I'm not entirely sure when I decided to, but a while back I intensely de-cluttered my room and rid myself of all of those unnecessary items that were taking over. However, there were a few that I decided to keep, and a few that I've started since. Care to see? GarfieldThis is my most extensive collection, though I'm not as gung-ho about it now. Garfield used to be an obsession of mine. I still get rather excited if I see something of his at a garage sale, but it's gotten harder to find things of his that I don't already have. There's TONS of stuff that you can't see in the pictures due to the lack of unpacking it all, and the stuff that's in storage. But he's got his own little cottage (big kids playhouse) to take up space in, and I love it. DVD'sI could go on & on about this. I've got this thing for movies... Very rarely do I sit down and do nothing but watch a movie; I'm always doing something, with one on in the background. But I love em'. And there's just something about DVD's... you can get them for super cheap, they're a good size, God speaks through them a lot to me, you can find common ground with new people you meet through them, people can borrow them, you can have social gatherings around them, there's always more you can acquire, etc. Plus they just look good, and many memories are formed around them. I have a lovely app on my iTouch (paid $3 for it, which says something) that has all of my DVD's alphabetically listed with all of their information, etc. Not all of them are in the pictures, The Avengers, Captain America, and The Hunger Games are currently loaned out, and I got Hoodwinked after I took the pictures. Thus far I have 288 films in DVD form, and 31 different TV series. Coins.It's really more like a money collection, but that just sounds weird. I don't know why, maybe it's the stories they could tell, maybe it's the littleness of them, or maybe it's how different they are & the vast amount that there is, but I really enjoy money from all over the world. You get a little piece of the country that it's from :) The picture on the left is money specifically acquired from people that I know who have taken trips to those places, and the picture on the right is.... I don't actually know where I got it, actually. But not from people I know haha. But I still enjoy it :) And I recently discovered that I have money from New Zealand! Score! Movie PostersThis is a collection for when I move out and have an awesome basement man cave with my DVD collection and TV. It's gonna be pretty boss. Mountain Dew cans and Green Label Art bottlesThis is one of my favorite collections. Green Label Art bottles are designed by urban artists all across the country, all about self-expression and individuality - partnering with Mountain Dew. For those who don't know, I had an OBSESSION with Mountain Dew back when I could drink it. Like, it was bad. My body was physically addicted to it. I would drink 2 liters at a time sometimes. I loved it. I have all but 12 bottles, and will hopefully be able to complete my collection someday :) Then of course you got the regular Mountain Dew cans, one of each flavor (aside from the regular flavor which has one with the old log, one with the new logo, and one special sized one for The Dark Knight Rises that glows in teh dark ^.^). Also, one from Korea and one from Japan that my awesome friends brought back for me! =D Adventures in OdysseyThe radio drama, not the movies. All 56 cases (most of which are on cassette ^.^), The Truth Chronicles, The Lost Episodes, and The Official Adventures in Odyssey Guide ^.^ I love my AIO. I've been listening to it since I was 4 years old and haven't stopped since. Definitely still fall asleep to it every night, and it's one of the most meaningful collections I have. I'm definitely going to pass them down to my children. And by pass them down, I mean introduce them to it and tell them to get their own, because I want to keep them forevsies! ConverseI'm not sure how this got to this point... I think I just wanted a variety in Converse and they just kind of multiplied when I wasn't looking..... Duct TapeThere's really no need to explain this one. Duct tape is just straight up awesome. And I have an abundance of scrapbooking materials that I've accumulated, but there's no way I'm going to take pictures of all of it. I'm far too lazy for that. Plus, there's a ton,so... yeah. And though I don't really collect them anymore, I still have my stamp, bouncy ball, and Wildlife Fact File collections. I'm not sure why I still have the bouncy ball collection though... Actually, scratch that. I'm getting rid of it! Progress. I think that's about it, though there's probably something that I missed..... :)
So I have this friend. We've known each other for, gosh, like 15 years now; since we were 5. And we got into all sorts of shenanigans together. We went through this one phase where we just thought it was the funnest & funniest thing ever to prank call people. But we were original about it. I don't think we ever did the whole, "Is your refrigerator running? Then you'd better go catch it!" No, we were much more clever than that. We did several different prank calls to several people, but what I remember the most was this: We called every single person in the phone book who had the last name "Baker", and we would say, "Hello, is this the Baker residence?" "Yes?" "Do you know the muffin man?" *wait for response*. We thought it was the funniest thing ever. And admittedly, I still think it's pretty great. And I still have the phone book page of all the Baker's names that are highlighted somewhere.
Parents, don't give your kids their own phone line - especially one with a restricted number - because this is what will happen. De-clutter: Remove unnecessary items from (an untidy or overcrowded place).
De-cluttering my room from things that are taking up space and I don’t need, or have for the wrong reasons. And de-cluttering my heart, mind, and spirit. Removing all of the unnecessary things that are overcrowding them; lies, insecurities, old habits, old mindsets, opinions, comfort zones, etc. Taking them off and laying them at the cross, and taking on what God has to replace them with: truth, security in Him, fresh mindset, boldness & courage, true identity in Him. Here’s what I got so far: I’m letting what other people see me as define me. If my friends jokingly make a comment on something, I get defensive and push how it really is, because I’m afraid that others around will hear what it is that my friends are saying, and apply it as truth, instead of what’s really the truth. Or if I buy something as a joke, I try to make sure that who I’m buying it from, or who’s with me at the time, knows that it’s a joke and won’t get the wrong idea about it, because it be something that’s defining me. When I was little people always tried to tell me who I was, or tried to change me. Even some of my closest friends and my sister did this (she does the opposite now though =]). I developed a defensive reaction towards that. It became a really big insecurity of mine - that people wouldn’t see me for who I was, but what others portrayed. Or by what I portrayed when I didn’t feel like myself. Even if I was just walking past someone, I wanted them to get a sense of who I really was. Meeting new people was a huge fear of mine because I was so afraid that they wouldn’t get the right impression of who I really was. Didn’t help that I’m an introvert & could be pretty shy… Often times the perception on ourselves isn’t the truth. I knew in my head that I wasn’t stupid, but for so, so long, I couldn’t solidify it in my heart. I felt very much like that was how I was perceived; I felt like others were perceiving me as stupid – so I took on that identity, letting that lie soak deeper. I have been letting people define me my entire life. I’ve been letting others’ perceptions of me define myself. Not completely, I know who I am, and I’m still very much that person, but I’ve been letting the fears associated with how others perceive me (often wrongly) cripple me. I never thought that would happen. I’m pretty known for my quirky different-ness, and that’s very much me. But when it gets to a deeper level of things, that’s where most of the lies and fears come in. I talked about one of those things in my TBT: Tiny Dancer post. I never wanted to call myself a dancer because if someone didn’t perceive me as one, then I would just look/feel like an insecure idiot trying to be something she’s not. How dumb is that? If someone doesn’t perceive me as what I am, then screw it. They can suck it up and perceive things wrong all they like. THAT SHOULD NOT AFFECT ME. But I let it. Grrrr. That just irritates me. I don't want people to define me. I want God to define me. Whenever I would try to convince myself that people’s perceptions of me didn’t matter, and that I should just rep it up as even more of me than ever, I would hear all of those words from people that tore me down before, telling me who I was and who I wasn’t. I’m happy to say that, due to a time of growth with Jesus, and an overflow of my feistiness & spunk, I’m starting to put those words in their place. They got no business spinning lies & crap all up in my face like that, and with God’s help I’m getting rid up them. BOOYAH! It’s about freakin’ time, right? And now, I am shamelessly going to go spend more time with Jesus as I watch 7th Heaven. 1. He doesn't put me in a box; He doesn't WANT me to be put in a box, but instead shine out like the spastic, spunky, feisty little thing He made me to be.
2. He's allowed the trials that I've been through to strengthen me. 3. He's always honest with me. 4. He saved my life. 5. He dances with me - whether it's silly flailing around the house when no one is home dancing, or ballroom dancing. 6. He reminds me of His promises to me with Camaros, and always right when I need it most. 7. He laughs with me when I do/say something silly. 8. He hugs me. 9. He is always with me, but it never feels awkward, annoying, or clingy. 10. He never talks down to me or patronizes me - even though He's the God & Creator, and knows EVERYTHING. 11. He holds my hand when I'm scared. 12. He cares about the little things in my life. 13. He does BIG blessings. 14. He does lots of little blessings too, even if He knows they'll go unnoticed. 15. He knows just how much all of the little things matter to me & give me joy. 16. He'll hold & sway me during worship. 17. He has a sense of humor. 18. He sits and watches Batman and Scooby Doo with me. 19. He speaks to me through movies a lot. 20. He knows my love languages (He gave them to me) and acts on them. 21. He nudges me to bless & serve people. 22. He ALWAYS provides our food. 23. He always provides, period. 24. He holds me when I'm heavyhearted. 25. He gives me my ideas on how to bless & serve people. 26. He delights in me, despite all of my mistakes & failures. 27. He forgives me mistakes & failures. 28. He forgets my mistakes & failures. 29. He shields me from the enemy. 30. He doesn't just talk the talk, He walks the walk; lives by example. 31. He gives me motivation. 32. He speaks truth to me. 33. He never gives up or lets go. 34. He's jealous for me. 35. He gave me an appreciation for simple things. 36. He makes the most random foods that I can eat taste like foods that I can't eat anymore. i.e. tacos tasting like Doritos, burnt toast/tortillas like chocolate, mashed cauliflower like mashed potatoes, etc. 37. He encourages me. 38. He casts Demons away. 39. He gives me energy when there's no physical way that I should have any. 40. He's beyond patient with me. 41. He's given me purpose with my Celiac Disease. 42. He's given me purpose with the fragile state my body's in. 43. He's given me the ability to dance again. 44. He comforts me in all my troubles so that I can comfort others and relate to them. 45. He's given me a heart of encouragement. 46. He blessed me with creativity, and has given me several outlets in which to use it. 47. He knows all about me and still loves me. 48. He pushes me, but never more than I can handle. 49. He provides background music with perfect timing sometimes. 50. He has Satan on a leash. 51. He created llamas. 52. He always answers prayer, even if it's not what I wanted or I can't tell that He did. 53. He pursued me when I left Him. 54. He's the provider of my spunk & gumption. 55. He holds me when demons are attacking. 56. He has my best interest in mind and wants what's best for me. 57. He always offers constant peace, even when I'm not seeking it. 58. He silences the enemies lies. 59. He fuels my boldness and courage. 60. He always listens to me, no matter how silly or dumb it is. 61. He's gentle. 62. He doesn't pretend; He's real. 63. He's relational, and wants a personal relationship more than an academic one. 64. He provides movie-esque moments for me. 65. He gently, and often silly-glare provokingly, reminds me that He's in control. 66. He shows me proof of His existence everywhere. 67. He'll just sit with me. 68. He knows it all, but He's never a twit about it. 69. He gave me complete content with being single. 70. He smiles at me a lot. 71. He's blessed me with everything I need, and bunches of things that I don't need, but really appreciate. 72. He's a gentleman, and He doesn't push or force His way. 73. He can handle my feistiness. 74. He doesn't give me everything I want. 75. He can be silly too. 76. He doesn't hold grudges. 77. He's not superficial. 78. He's a great teacher. 79. He's never condemned me, nor will He. 80. He disciplines me with love like a father. 81. I can always count on Him; He solid & stable. 82. He's not boring. 83. He isn't stereotypical. 84. He's always at work in my life, even if my little eyes can't see it. 85. He doesn't ask for more than what I can give. 86. He comforts me during anxiety attacks. 87. He won the war, and encourages & stands by me in battle. 88. He goes on adventures with me. 89. He's my endless supply of joy. 90. He's the only one that can legitimately make me cry. 91. He's never once called or referred to me as stupid or unintelligent. 92. He gives me worth and value. 93. He created kittens. 94. We go on dates together. 95. He shows me what a healthy relationship looks like. 96. He softens and heals my heart. 97. He's the supplier of my strength. 98. He knows me by name. 99. He loves me, more than I can ever comprehend. 100. He died for me. And more than that, He was wrongfully accused, stripped, beaten, humiliated, and tortured for me. All the while having the power & choice to exclude me from that gift (He is God, after all), but He didn't. He chose to do so for me. It wasn't an obligation. 101. He's Him. So, I have what some might call "Frugal Fever". I'm probably the cheapest person you will ever meet. I have a hard time buying a shirt for $5. If a DVD is more than $3 it's pushing it. I've got it bad. But seriously, why pay more when you could just be patient and find it somewhere else for less? So much more bang for your buck. And then you get to experience the thrill of the hunt! Cheesy, but oh, so true.
Garage sales, thrift stores, ebay, etc. All of them get my heart going with all of the potential scores I could get. I kind of feel like a druggy talking like this... but it's so much win! Especially if you happen to look a lot younger than you are, and people find you cute... you get oodles of free stuff if you play your cards right. My mum & I go garage saling together every Saturday morning as part of our mother-daughter date. It's by far one of the best parts of my week. Anyways, now that all of that has been said, here are a few of my greatest scores thus far: Alright, so I'm a boxers girl. And I'm not talking about the sport or the dog, though they're good too - especially the dogs. It usually takes a lot to get me out of pj pants, sweats, or guys jeans, because they're the only things you can really wear boxers with (comfortably at least). This fact will be very relevant for a lot of my posts to come.
So one Thursday, during the time that my car was in the shop, my mum gave me a ride to a college group event that we have every Thursday. I had just taken a shower and was running around in my boxers & T-shirt trying to get ready. To save some time, I decided to put my deodorant, sweats, and socks in my bag and dawn them in the car. So I grabbed them, shoved them in my bag, brushed my teeth after inhaling my food, and flew out the door. We got to the end of our cul-de-sac and I was like, "Crap! Mum... I forgot my phone." So we turned around and she for some reason decided not to pull into the driveway so that I could hop out and get my phone, but she stayed in the middle of the cul-de-sac. Which meant that I had to run across it, in my boxers, to get to the house, and then run BACK across it, in my boxers, to get back to the car. I didn't find that very convenient. I got my phone and then we headed out again. We continued on in whatever conversation it was we were having, and when we were one turn away from hitting the highway when I realized it. Interrupting my mum, I yelled, "Mum, go back! I forgot my pants!!" Apparently I had gotten distracted by something and forgotten to actually put my sweats in my bag. So, when people tell you, "It's not that hard to forget your pants", they're wrong. They are dead wrong. |
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