Most of my experiences with buses or trains or subways or monorails or boats or whatever, have all been while I’m out of town on vacation.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen asleep on all of the aforementioned modes of transportation, especially that one time when Ash and I went to London and had such bad jet lag we slept for 13 hours.
Speaking of, I took a picture of Ashley asleep on the subway while we were there. Because it’s funny to take pictures of people while they sleep. Because usually they look crazy/weird. And by they, I mean me.
And the people at poopt.tumblr.com.. Because apparently, someone got the idea to start a blog where it’s all just submitted photos of people asleep on public transportation. (Be real, you thought for a second because of the url it was gonna be about poop, didn’t you. Sorry to disappoint.)
I wish I’d thought of that.
And also may have found a new goal – get my picture on that website. But it has to be taken by someone I don’t know. Which means my friends can’t submit a picture of me sleeping on a bus and send it in. Also, I guess that means I need to start taking the bus.
If you’d have told me this day two years ago that I’d have a blog I’d keep up with – and that people would actually read – two years later, I’d have laughed at you.
I’ve started blogs before. One was in college and was lame and I didn’t write much and if I did it wasn’t anything fun to read.
I started one at my last job in an attempt to up the web interaction at the newspaper but that quickly fizzled when it was realized that with everything that needed to be done for the job already, adding a blog wouldn’t be the most productive idea.
Then, one night in 2009, I got bored. I wanted to fill the void of creative and feature-y writing I wasn’t able to do, the writing that was in my voice, not just the newspaper voice.
227 posts, 128 comments and more than 5,200 page views later, here we are. I can’t believe I’ve kept it up, but mostly, I can’t believe people read it and like it as much as they tell me they do. In the past year, more and more of my family and friends, including some I never expected to, have said “hey I like your blog” or tell me they read something and thought it was funny.
I’ve gotten comments saying my writing is “hilarious” and makes people “literally laugh out loud.” One of my cousins even got funny looks for laughing out loud in public while reading an entry, and just recently my mom cried from laughing too hard at a post.
It makes a girl feel good to hear those things and have that support. I love that several of my friends have blogs I’m now addicted to. I love that one of my friends – and possibly this blog’s number one fan – thinks this thing could be a book someday. I love that I can share my photos, my stories, my accomplishments and some of the ridiculously stupid things I do, hear, say, see or think with you. I try to keep it light and funny the most of the time, but when this thing takes a more serious turn – like when I write about missing my grandpa who passed away in 2008 or a vague post about how I’m so stressed I can’t see straight and therefore can’t blog about anything worthwhile – the support is still there.
I wouldn’t still be doing this if it wasn’t for you all and my hope is to continue sharing the good the bad and the mildly disgusting or awkward with you for as long as I can.
Thanks for reading, and happy birthday, little blog!
I’ve been saving this up for a while, so I would have a special present to give you all to read during lil’ blog’s birthday week. You can thank me later.
We’re at number 5. Or the FIF. See, Chappelle knows what I’m talkin’ about.
For the fifth time – ’cause here’s one, two, three and four – I’ve compiled all the texts from TFLN that sound like my friends. And there are some great ones.
Get ready to live.
Sounds like….CKR
(206) A homeless man downtown was blasting lil wayne and singing at the top of his lungs. Kind of wanted to give him my life savings.
(410) I woke up this morning with a bag of pepperonis in my bed…and my facebook status was “pepperonis.”
(504) I’m buying a chandelier at walmart. WHO’S CLASSY NOW, BITCHES.
(605) For future reference, when you see people who look like Rosie O’Donnell, don’t tell them they look like Rosie O’Donnell.
(732) I just woke up to seventeen texts from you saying all the things you would have done for a french fry.
(919) Apparently I signed “I love you” on my bar tab last night.
(516) There are going to be so many Snookis this Halloween I might just dress as the guy that hit her and punch them all in the face.
(609) He looks like Spence from the game Dreamphone.
(609) I’M SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU
(1-609) I don’t want it.
(972) **i WaNt TO sLaP mY niECe wHO ThINks iT iS cUtee tO WriTE LiKE tHiS**
(724) This chick stood right next to me in the elevator. Like she had the whole elevator and she stood right next to me. So I farted.
(859) I didn’t know it was possible to throw up mid-sneeze.
(613) Kenny Powers is just a normal guy with exceptional hair
(330) It’s just like the Real World with babies.
(512) I want the rest of his teeth to fall out while he slowly dies alone. Pretty sure I’m to the anger phase.
(303) I remember your 21st ending with me driving you home while you insisted making bicycle signals out the car window
(224) I won’t be hard to find. I’m wearing a Darth Vader mask and I have a megaphone.
(269) today as a vday present for myself i am walking in between any couples I see on campus.
(214) I bet they all look and smell like Amy Winehouse.
(989) I can’t believe Lindsay Lohan feels like this every day
(804) so I just shotgunned a water balloon.
(260) you called me and cried until I agreed to record a rap about our lives with you.
(416) you said you were a responsible adult. then you licked the wall.
(609) you kept searching pizza on Facebook and becoming a fan of each page dedicated to it.
(917) i just saw how many times I called you last night. you’re welcome.
(919) we took up a collection and paid her $50 to eat a piece of meat. Vegetarian morals trumped once again by cash.
(510) and then you told your sister how horrible of a friend I was because I couldn’t get you cheese fries.
(407) he had on Juicy sweatpants and that’s when I knew he was no longer a threat.
(904):I’ve been awake for 20+ hrs. What does that mean? I just realized if BSB were Twilight characters, Brian would be Jake and Howie would be Edward based on the video for “Everybody”. That’s unsettling.
(1-904):It’s unsettling that you took the time to think about that.
(917): And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
Sounds like…Rachel
(708) For using a life jacket as a pillow, I slept pretty good last night…
(413) you know it’s time to start studying when you’ve procrastinated to the point where you’re reading your roommate’s ex-boyfriend’s wall posts from 2006.
(571) found POGS while i was cleaning my room this morning. definitely bringing them back to school to turn into a drinking game.
(607) i just found a half-inch of mimosa in my shoe.
(1-864) you should get more absorbent shoes.
(250) tequila makes me forget i have legs.
(215) i think tequila should come with a little jiminy cricket.
(973) you know that saying beer than liquor makes you sicker, it should be beer then pickles makes you throw up a lot, everywhere.
(614) there is a man walking two goats through the city.
(614) bonus: only one of them was on a leash.
(908) my sombrero is too big for the bathroom.
(813) Haha Tomato, tomato. That doesn’t work very well via text message.
(860) do you ever Facebook stalk someone so much you think their inside jokes are yours?
(312): The maid of honor just puked.
Sounds like…Caitlin
(973) I climb out of my sunroof. I mean, it’s kind of embarrassing but part of me feels awesome and ninja-like.
(641) TOMORROW NIGHT CAN I HOLD YOU LIKE A BABY
(262) there are GROWN MEN with fake HP wands flinging curses at me in Walmart.
(1-262) That’s funny. Are they weird-looking?
(262) OF COURSE THEY ARE WEIRD LOOKING. THEY ARE STALKING ME IN WALMART. WITH. FAKE. WANDS.
(508) this kid down the hall keeps banging on his drums…i feel like i’m living in jumanji
(908) there’s a girl in the library on myspace. she must have missed the memo.
Sounds like…Jennifer
(817) matt is drinking blue powerade and it looks like he has hypothermia. i can’t take this kid anywhere.
(561) George Bush was a better president for first pitches than Barack Obama. There. I said it.
(520) The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.
(845) She looks like she scalped a horse for her weave.
(856) I was looking up hair salons in ithaca for the wedding and one is a hair salon/sake bar. you can have sake or champagne while you get your hair done.
(917) question, how would one sake bomb while getting hair done without getting a horrible haircut?
(906) i seriously wish i was FB friends with her
(630) would the plural word for douche be deese? “Look at these deese bags”?
(502) green mimosas, i think yes.
Sounds like….Anthony
(618) was it you or me who tried to make the, what appears to be, nacho cake in the oven?
(804) we need to drink more beer. the fridge won’t close.
(812) gpnpr hd vmdd nm the ggrl whm was mn my lar
(219) i need you to use more vowels.
(410) she should get an extra 30 days for that Georgia Rule movie…terrible.
(909): My glasses smell like tequila. I just put them on and almost threw up.
(980) I’m making dinner, so you might want to actually come home tonight.
(704) oh, you finally did the dishes then?
(980) No, bought new ones.
(225) you don’t know how to answer ppls texts anymore?
(504) i’m sorry, i don’t get text messages.
(714) there is a strobe light in my taxi. in what way is this safe.
(573) I asked you how much you drank and you replied with “I don’t know what kind of toothpaste I use.
(646) your horoscope this morning…very interesting…good luck today.
(636) tequila makes her clothes fall off.
(512) wow mom, sounds like you’re having a good time.
(575) I permit you to call me.
(603): i’m sober ask me anything about the civil war
(315): There was a suspicious looking plate that suggests I may have eaten salad with gravy
(248): if you dont talk to me in person you cant text me
Sounds like….Liz…or Ash…
(717): reaaaally cool. my cat ate my birth control.
To kick off blog birthday week, my suggestions this week are a bit on the self-promotion side.
OK, they’re all the way on the self-promotion side. I can’t lie to you guys.
This week my blog turns two. Hopefully, unlike I’ve heard it is with kids, this two-year-old won’t have anything remotely close to terrible. But that’s really for you all to decide I guess.
Anyway. As I did last year around this time, I’ve compiled a list (and y’all know how I love me some lists) of ten of my favorite blog posts I’ve written this year. Last year I put them in order, but this year, for the sake of a little bit of chaos, they’ll be in no particular order.
If you’ve read ‘em already, thanks. If you haven’t, well, now you’ve got something to do while you’re procrastinating on whatever else you should be doing right now.
I don’t like all the stuff I write, but there’s a few posts from the past year I’m pretty proud of. Ten, in fact. You may have read them before, but if you didn’t, I suggest you check them out. Remember, I’m all about the self-promotion.
So, without any more ado, here are my favorite posts I’ve written since March 2009, for your reading pleasure.
9.That to-do list I need to get working on… In my defense, I have bought a car on my own and am getting a massage the Friday after my birthday, so CHECK and CHECK. But I hope to accomplish a few of the bigger ones this year, like, say, run a 5K and start a book club (I promise this time) and visit a state I’ve never been to. Oh, and go to Europe. You know, the little stuff on that list…
2. Oh, hey, guess what? I won some awards, for like, photography and design and writing and stuff. ‘Cause I’m awesome. True story.
1. And in case I haven’t annoyed you with it enough, there was that time when I bought a car. This is numero uno mainly because it is the post I’ve received more comments and feedback on than any other and also because WHO KNEW IT WAS THAT FRIGGING FRUSTRATING TO BUY A CAR?! I sure didn’t.
So there you have it. 10 posts. One year. And one hypochondriac’s self-diagnosis of carpal tunnel from ALL THAT TYPING.
Today is my blog’s first birthday. And what a year it’s been.
Exactly one year ago today I sat down at my computer and thought, “hey, I should start a blog.” I didn’t have a purpose for it, other than to share with my friends and family – and other random people that stumbled upon this site – stories about things that happen to me, good or bad or funny or gross. At the very least, it could be a way to keep track of all the stories for myself, it’d give me something to go back and read.
Some has changed in the past year, some has stayed the same. I’ve hit a bird with my car, I’ve bought a new car, I’ve made some lists, I’ve won some awards, I’ve moved apartments and I’ve laid in my bed at night in fear of the ceiling fan falling down and cutting my feet off.
I have a few more readers than I did at first, but I only know who they are because they told me they saw something on my blog they liked, or they made a comment. And for all of you who read this, I just want to tell you, thank you. I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. Having supportive people in your life who care about what you do – even if it’s something as silly as telling about when you play grammar police or wanting to share the WTF moment from your Netflix account – means a lot. I love when I find out someone has read something I wrote and liked it, or it made them laugh.
What started out as something kind of just for me and kind of just to see what happened, has become something kind of important. It’s become fun, a stress-reliever of sorts. And I’m sorry if it bugs you when I post these links on Facebook and Twitter, but you can’t be too mad, you did click on it.
It’s part of being a writer, though, to want to share, I think. Could I add any more commas to that sentence? Geez. What was I saying? Oh. If I didn’t want to share, I’d just keep all this in a notebook, hidden in my room, where no one could read it – like I did in high school and thank God I threw those away…
Anyways. This is the end of the first of what I hope is many, many more years of writing. And hopefully, learning how to do some cool Web design stuff, because this page is not gonna look this way forever. Which reminds me, what do you all think? Should the header change? Should the layout/theme change? Should I make up my own mind already and stop asking you guys?
I won’t be celebrating with cake and ice cream or anything like that, but I did coincidentally watch a movie based on a blog last night – Julie and Julia. Makes me want to learn how to cook, which is on my big ol’ to-do list that will hopefully be getting shorter and shorter as this second year goes by.
Ideas, comments, things you love, hate, want to see, bring ‘em on. And check back later for my top 10 favorite posts from the past year. Thanks for reading.
I am making some changes in my life. Seriously. It’s time.
No one thing has really happened to make me change my mind, just decided some things needed to be done.
First – I’m eating better. I honestly feel like I’m addicted to food sometimes. It can be like a drug for me. For about a month now, however, I’ve been changing that. I’m eating healthier, paying more attention to what I am eating and just being careful.
Second – Exercise more. I was getting mad that I couldn’t get motivated to work out, but it was my own fault. I have plenty of time to do it, if I make it happen. I’ve walked in a 5K! Me – who would’ve thought..and I’m signed up for three more! I didn’t do too great in the first one, as far as times. I walked with Jackie, who tried to push me to run. I couldn’t run too far, and realized I needed to get some practice in before the next one.
So now, I’m trying to work out every other day (or at least 2 to 3 days a week, as much as I can). I’m slowly building up my running – jogging, really. I’m walking for about 10 minutes, and running for 1 to 2 minutes. Then repeating that. I’ve gotten up to about 7 minutes so far – not in a row, but baby steps, kids. I’ll never be a runner – I am a slow runner. I really can’t run that fast. So I will work up to jogging as much as I can. I’ll keep you updated after my next 5K – on July 17!
Third – Stop worrying so much. I am so tired of being stressed out about stuff that’s either a) out of my control; b) not that big of a deal; or c) not even my problem. I am also taking it slow with that. It’s hard not to worry about some things. But when it’s as stupid as traffic, it’s really not worth it. Not that I still don’t get pissed at stupid drivers (and there are about a million of them out there) but I am finding myself just shaking my head and laughing now when I see someone driving like they’ve never been in a car before, rather than cussing at them from the safety of my car.
I’m working on my OCD, too. I heard a good tip from a lady at my church that’s gonna sound funny, but bear with me. What I have OCD about is locking my doors and setting my alarm at night. It comes from living alone, because when I’ve had roommates, I am not as bad about it. And it has gotten better, before I would go to bed and get back up just to make sure I’d locked the door, even though I know I did. I’ve gotten down my apartment steps to my car and came back to make sure the door was locked. It’s pathetic, I know, but I really can’t help it.
Lately, though, I’ve tried to keep myself from going back to check. I tell myself I wouldn’t go to bed without locking the door or leave the house without locking the door. The lady at church said if I feel like I might go back and check, I should make a little mark on my hand when I lock it so that if I feel like I need to turn around and go look, I have a visual reminder. She said I question it because I have a million other things on my mind (true) when I’m getting ready for bed or leaving the apartment and even though I know I’ve locked the door, since I don’t think about it as I do it, it makes me second-guess it.
And my last change is to try and keep up with this blog more. I know it may not seem that important, but it really is. I am the kind of person who really expresses myself best in writing. It helps me deal with things and get out my feelings. Plus, it’s pretty fun. So. Starting today, I’m going to keep up with this thing a lot better.
In other news: Obsessed is the craziest show I’ve ever seen. And I watch COPS and Cheaters and that kind of crap. Obsessed makes me glad that my OCD is as mild as it is. I couldn’t stand to be as sick as some of these people. The episodes get crazier and crazier though. Watch it sometime, it’s on A&E, after Intervention on Mondays. NUTS.
OK, that’s all for tonight. Keep reading, all three of you.
