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A Comedy of Errors

Published June 23, 2014 by Malia

I’m sure that this will be funny in a few days, but right now I just feel sad.  This morning, I got up and exercised.  I napped (wasn’t feeling very good, and I knew it would be a late night because we were short staffed at work), and then had lunch with my parents.  After that I showered and got ready for work.  And then I looked at my phone for the first time since getting up.  I had missed a text from the boy.

And then I was sad.

Normally, this wouldn’t make me sad, but he’s been super busy at work.  They’ve been gearing up to do inventory (which takes place this week), and so I’ve not seen him in a week.  Sadly, if I had actually checked my phone earlier in the day, I would’ve gotten to see him today.  Which is why I’m sad.  I miss him. Which is not the easiest thing in the world to admit, because I like to pretend I’m a lot tougher than I am.  Doesn’t change the fact that I miss him.

I’m trying really hard not to be an annoyance or a nag.  I know he’s under a lot of stress, and I don’t want to add to it.  I’m really happy he has a job.  I have a lot of respect for the fact that he works as hard as he does.  And I’m super happy that inventory doesn’t take place more frequently than it does.

This Is The Stuff News Reports Are Made Of

Published June 22, 2014 by Malia

So, last night (Friday) we had a bit of a gully washer here in Omaha.  I was at work, and as my shift progressed, I noticed the sky getting darker and darker until it was pitch black.  That’s about when the torrential downpour began.  By time time my shift had ended, the rain hadn’t let up, and the basement at my work had flooded.  I didn’t think much about this because it’s prone to flooding, as is our parking lot.  Before I left work, I checked the weather warnings, and all I found was that there was a flash flood warning for a county in Iowa.  Thinking I was safe, I decided to head home.

Now, have you ever seen those new videos where they show people, stranded in their cars, while the roads swell with flood waters?   I’ve always watched those videos kind of judgmentally.  I’m usually wondering what kind of idiot would go out in that weather in the first place.  Now I know, because it turns out I’m that kind of idiot.

Honestly, things weren’t going well from the minute I left work.  Like I said, the parking lot at work was flooded, but I’m so used to that I didn’t think anything of it.  However, when I got out on the road, I noticed that the water seemed to be a little higher than was comforting.  Plus, I kept having water go up the tailpipe and the van would fill with gas fumes.  Which, is apparently a not so good thing, and probably should have been a big sign to me that I was probably in trouble.

And at this point you’re thinking, “You did the smart thing, pulled over, and waited it out.  Right?”

Didn’t I mention before that I’m an idiot?

I did almost pull off at Village Inn near my work.  My thought was that I could just wait out the storm there, but then I began wondering what I would do if the storm didn’t let up anytime soon.  So, I pushed on for home.  Such a huge mistake.

Most of L Street was under some water.  There were actually multiple times that I found that the appearance of a road had completely disappeared.  When I saw cars stranded I went from worried to really scared.  I just began praying, “Jesus, just get me home.  Please just get me home.”  I didn’t make deal any deals with God, or anything like that.  I just asked to get home safely.  As soon as I could, I got off of L, and headed for Q Street, thinking that would be a better option.

Headed down hill on Q Street towards the intersection with 96th Street, I saw something I wasn’t at all prepared for.  The entire intersection was completely underwater.  Cars were stalled, and the rushing water was coming up to the hoods of large pickup trucks.  Fortunately, there was a parking lot on the hill that I could pull in to.  Sitting there, I felt trapped.  I knew I couldn’t go back to L Street, and clearly I couldn’t get through the intersection at the bottom of the hill.  It was late and dark and I was terrified and I was alone.  Because I’m a drama queen, I had a brief moment where my mind seriously darted to the thought of, “What if this is it?  What if I die here?”  I briefly considered contacting those people in my life that are most important and telling them how important they are to me, and how much I love and appreciate them.  Fortunately for them, no one received a phone call from a unnerved, terrified me, because as I sat there I decided to head back and try going a more roundabout way to get home, one that was likely to be less flooded.

Long, long story shorter, I did make it home.  It took me an hour, compared to the normal 15 minutes.  I did not make any embarrassing phone calls, or send any embarrassing texts.  Not that telling people you love them is embarrassing.  However I do believe you shouldn’t have to be wondering if you’re going to die in order to be prompted to let people know you truly care about them.

Also, I’m thankful that my stupidity didn’t actually end up on the news.

Vampires Don’t Sparkle

Published June 11, 2014 by Malia

So…I’m a bit (and by bit, I mean several years) of a latecomer to this party, but I’m finally watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  Now, I’ve had Buffy sitting on my Netflix queue for years, but I’ve never been able to get into it.  I think I’ve tried watching the first episode three or four times, and just couldn’t finish it.  I finally decided to skip finishing episode one (for now) and just move on to episode two.  Turns out this was a brilliant idea.  I’m now hooked on the campy horror.

Even though I’m only in season one, I feel like I’ve been severely misjudging this show.  (It’s amazing how easy it is to misjudge something you haven’t actually watched.)  So far I’ve found that it’s well written, really funny, and even a chicken like me can watch it alone without getting too freaked out.

The other good thing about this?  Now when the boy makes Buffy references, I won’t have to sit there with this blank look on my face forcing him to explain.  In fact, I’m probably going to annoy him to no end with my new found love of the Buffyverse.

And on a non-Buffy related note, but a sparkly vampire related note, I leave you with this…

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I just wish the caption didn’t have the words “may” and “you” switched :/

The Monster Inside Me

Published June 9, 2014 by Malia

Have you ever been in a situation where you made a choice, and you knew you were probably making the wrong choice, but you told yourself it was okay because you had been provoked; and then afterwards, you felt awful and guilty because you knew you knowingly chose poorly?

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If you can say yes, then you understand how I’m currently feeling.

I try to keep it hidden that I have a competitive side and a bit of a temper.  Not a good combination of things.  When I was in 4th grade I realized that I kind of became a terror when I gave into this side of myself, and so I made great strides in learning to control it.  Occasionally, it’s returned over the years.  Like tonight.

Ever since April, I’ve been on a journey to learn to play Magic.  What is Magic? It’s a card game that’s all about strategy.  Initially I didn’t really expect to enjoy it, but I’m starting to really like it.  I still feel like I barely know what I’m doing, but for only having been playing for about two months, I’m pretty proud of the strides I’ve made.

This weekend was the first weekend I played rounds against people I didn’t know.  Up ’til now I’ve only played against the boy and a few friends.  I wasn’t sure what to expect.  Last night (Saturday), went really well.  I actually did decently.  Tonight, however, was a different story.

There was a girl who was placed at the table I was playing at who was a complete stranger.  The other two playing were friends, and I had a bit of a feel for how they would play.  The stranger was a complete mystery.  I could tell early on that she was really not happy about being placed at our table.  Her friends were all at the table the boy had gotten placed at.  Going into the game, I really didn’t feel very good about the cards I had pulled during the draw; I pretty much decided that I’d see how the game was going to go, but was relatively certain I was just going to let myself get killed.  As the game progressed, mystery girl got more and more ticked off, and she was definitely out for blood.  (I guess she wanted to make us pay for her not being in with her friends, even though we had no control over that?)  Now, I had two choices.  I could have gone with my initial plan to get killed first so that this girl wouldn’t feel like she was being ganged up on…or, I could attack her with everything I had.

When she took to ignoring what was going on when it wasn’t her turn, in favor of playing with her phone, that was the last straw for me.  I understand that it sucks not playing with your friends.  Besides, my time with the boy is limited every week, and I lost an hour of it tonight because he was placed at a different table.  I could have  just as easily pulled a crappy attitude.  But I didn’t.

I’m not proud of what I did.  I gave into the darker parts of me, and made sure that she was the first person killed in the game.  Which, as you would expect, made her even more upset than she already was.  I tried convincing myself that it was okay to do what I did because I was provoked.

It’s not okay.  I had an opportunity to be the better person or to be a bully, and I chose to be a bully.  I can’t make the situation right.  And yes, I know it was just a game.  But the fact that I played a part in ruining her night isn’t okay.  Had the situation been reversed, I wouldn’t have liked it very much.  I guess the only thing I can do is not give in the next time I face a situation like this.  I can’t control how people are going to act or feel, but I can control my response.

Is that what they’re calling it these days?

Published June 6, 2014 by Malia

I took the day off today, and spent the day at the Henry Doorly Zoo with the boy.  (Side note, Omaha has a fantastic zoo, and if you ever come here it’s the one place you definitely have to go to before you leave). Now, over the many years I’ve visited the zoo, I’ve heard a myriad of weird things come out of the mouths of adults.  We’re talking about statements that leave me feeling somewhere between the Picard facepalm and Professor Farnsworth saying, “I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.”   Today was no exception.

At the zoo, there’s a desert dome, and the lower level features something called, “Kingdoms of the Night.” (KoN from here on out)  Basically, it’s fairly dark, and filled with nocturnal animals.  You get to see animals active that normally would be asleep during the day.  The first “quality” statement of the day, came early on through our trek in the dark.  We were passing a group of adults, and I heard one woman say, “Oh look.  The mommy frog is giving the baby frog a piggy-back ride.”  I turned my head to look at the frogs, and then had to quickly walk away before I said something I’d regret.  Honestly, I kind of wish I had a time machine to go back and walk up to that woman and say, “First, baby frogs are tadpoles.  That’s not a tadpole on top of that other frog.  Second, that “piggy-back ride” is what the rest of the world calls mating.”  I think she might have had a child with her, but honestly I was so horrified when I realized what she said, I didn’t get a good look to see if she really did have a kid with her.  However, if she did, that’s even more concerning.  Why?  Because if you’re not prepared to talk to your child about the birds and the bees, then you better not point out that it is taking place and then pump your child full of misinformation.

Later on, still in KoN, I came around a corner and heard another adult saying, “Look, the beaver had babies.”  Now, this wouldn’t have been a problem, except for two things.  A.  There were no beavers in the enclosure, and B. There was a lit sign stating, “Nutria” followed with information about the Nutria was positioned all of three feet away from the nursing mother Nutria.

Finally, as we neared the exit, we began to encounter multiple women with strollers that had somehow managed to get turned around and were going against the flow of traffic.  Now, if you just follow the flow of traffic, it’s a pretty simple path to get to the exit (that is lit up with a nice brilliant green light filling in the letters, spelling out the word ‘EXIT’).  Instead these women were going the wrong way, and wondering aloud, “Where’s the exit?”  I did manage to try to point out to one of these women which way they needed to go, and instead of turning around, she just kept going the wrong way.

There was one other alarming thing I discovered during my venture to the zoo, and this had nothing to do with other visitors.  It was due to the new sculptures in the Bear area.  Words cannot describe how creepy these sculptures are, so hopefully my pictures can do what words can’t…

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Okay, so maybe that doesn’t look that creepy, but wait…

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Still not convinced of the creepiness?

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That’s right, these weird pig bear things are sprinkled all through that little area, and they’re all staring at you. Standing guard and staring right into your soul.  It’s seriously time to call Sam and Dean.

So, yes, there were really dumb things said today, and there was the encounter with the bizarre sculptures, but apart from that it was a really lovely day.  The weather was gorgeous, and I got to spend the day with the boy (who actually did say something about the “piggy-back ride” comment, but I don’t think the woman who made the comment heard him).  It was really nice to have a normal day (or at least what I consider normal).

UPDATE!!!!  Apparently I took another picture of the creepy bear pigs.  Can’t not share this weirdness with all of you…

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Rejoice in All Things

Published June 2, 2014 by Malia

Everyone’s getting sick.  The boy started getting sick last week.  Mom got sick this weekend.  I made a point of trying to steer clear of the sickies.  I thought I had succeeded avoiding illness, until I started driving to work today.  I feel pretty rotten, but thankfully I’ve managed to avoid the stuffed up nose.

Tonight, after work, I stopped quickly at Walmart, and as I was passing through the grocery section, I heard some of the employees screaming at each other.  I don’t know what had caused the argument, I just know that one employee told another employee to “go to hell.”  After I walked away, I got to thinking.  In general, I like my job.  Sure, there’s rough moments, but all in all, it’s a good job.  However, I find that lately I gripe about it quite a bit.  You know who doesn’t gripe about his job?  The boy.  He listens to my whining, and honestly if anyone should be griping about their job, it should be him.  He works really hard, and I know it’s not his dream job, and yet he doesn’t complain.  And he’s so ridiculously patient and listens to all my griping.  I feel really awful about that.

I know I tend to look at the darker side of life.  I think I frequently forget to be thankful.  I get so wrapped up in worrying about what might go wrong, I only look at the negative things.  So, I’m going to try really hard to be more optimistic, and trust that the worst isn’t always going to happen.