Thoughts While Flying

Thoughts from the flight over the atlantic ocean:

“Oh cool… there’s the statue of liberty…”

“The sun is taking a really long time to set.”

“All that is under me is water… weird.”

“I must have been completely mental to do this.”

“My leg is really cramped.”

“I’m happy there is no one in the seat beside me.”

“The stars are really easy to see out here.”

“I wonder what time it is.”

“I miss Jake.”

“The sun is taking a really long time to rise.”

“Oh look, land! I can see a castle from here.”

“Water again.”

“I am crazy. Why did I get on this plane?”

“Landing? Finally.”

“Landing? Wait, I’m not ready yet.”

and then after landing:

"Oh my gosh! That guy was speaking german!"

A Pre-Germany Assesment

Yes... this is the last post I shall post before I go to Germany. In less than forty-eight hours I will get on that plane. That is a very scary thought. Very scary indeed. But exciting.

In this pre-germany assesment, I would just like to make a list of all the reasons why Germany will be bad... followed by why it will be good. I feel like it might ease my feelings of appehension and anxious-excited anxiety.

Bad reasons:

I will be away from my fiance, Jake, for two months. Because I know he reads my blog faithfully... I want to take this opportunity to tell him that I love him very much and that he will be on my mind every day while I am gone.

I can't really speak very good german. Bring on the language barrier... this could be fun.

I don't really know anything about where anything is or how anything works. Not really anyway.

Expensive.

... and for reasons unknown... I am simply... afraid. It's new. It's different. And never have I ever done anything like this before.

Good reasons:

I will learn so much. I know this.

Germany has really good food.

It will be so cool to see and learn about a different culture.

I get nine credit hours of college just for being there.

... and for reasons unknown... I am simply... excited. It's new. It's different. And never have I ever done anything like this before.

Sleep. No explanation needed.

The new art consists of learning to fill your days... when you have... no job, no school, no agenda, and no chores or projects or housework or... anything.

Therefore, in case someone is ever in this dreadful situation I am in, I am going to make it easy for them but compiling a list of things one can do when they have nothing to do. Forgive me if they are redundant, self-explanitory, or unhelpful.

1. Facebook. I have looked at all of the pictures of my closest friends, followed by my good friends, followed by my aquaintances, followed by those of the the people who are my friends... on facebook only.

2. Movies. Not only to they pass large amounts of time, but they also allow for ample cuddle time with the fiance. What but the non-reality of the movie world can better fill (or should I say kill) the endless hours of daylight.

3. Sleep. No explanation needed.

4. Read books. Might I recommend Harry Potter-- which are my go to books. It seems fitting that I should confess I may or may not have read each book a minimum of thirty times. And I still like them. True test of time and faith right there.

5. Time killing hobbies like crocheting, quilting, repainting your toenails over and over, writing pointless letters, learning to become a jedi (Warning: may require great patience), or meditation.

6. Make daily tasks take a long time. Spend an hour doing your hair, and another doing your make-up. Shower twice as long. Eat more slowly... or just eat more. Walk instead of driving... if you have anywhere to go. Walking takes a lot longer.

Anyway. If you are ever in need of things to fill your thingless days... I am here for you.

A sad realization

the sad realization is that, yes, for almost two full weeks, I forgot I had a blog. My apologies.


okay.

moving on.

I have found that I am in love. In love. IN IN LOVE.

With what you ask?

With this:
Yes. The vitamix.

It can makes soup. It can grind your grains so fine that you can make flour... in your blender. It juices fruit because it acheives such high speeds... and the motor is as power as a higher-end chain saw.

The fruit around it looks nice too....

I am only left wondering, as every girl does, will vitamix and I ever be together?

Red Fish Blue Fish

Fish need water. I need water.

Fish need food. I need food.

Fish come in many different colors. I also can change color.

Fish die if the water gets too cold. I also die if the water gets to cold.

Fish don't like dirt. I don't like dirt.

Fish have green eyes. I have green eyes.

Fish are super gullible. I'm super gullible.

Fish get away when scared. I get away when scared.

Fish don't like fishing. I don't like fishing.

Fish think sharks are scary. I think sharks are scary.

Therefore... I am a lot like a fish.

(note to all. I wrote this when thirsty)

Recycle the Empties?

Lately I have been feeling... a bit empty.

Empty life that is full of work. Empty cupboards-- empty stomach. Empty house. Empty. Empty. Empty.

All I have left to say is... some empty things are better to throw out and not really ever return to.

And not recylcing these ones may actually prove better for the environment.

And they said she was classy...

so... I have been pouring my blood, sweat and (I am ashamed to admit it) tears into a wonderful land. This land is known as the world of Classic Landscapes. Yes it is a company. Yes... we work long hours and operate skid steers and shovel rocks and dirt and slap mosquitoes all day.

But, as one of my coworkers has so eloquently stated, You have to be classy in order to work at Classic.

So I have compiled a list.

This is the list of steps that must be taken to be Classic-ly classy:

1. You must look at least somewhat presentable dirty. Dirt gets everywhere. And it usually doesn't come out. So... Get used to the dirt, because it'll be on you for a while.

2. You must tan. But, this tan cannot be without glaring obvious tan lines in the following areas: a sock line (white feet), a neck line (brown neck, white back), a glove line (white hands) and last, but certainly not least: The Classic Farmer's Tan.

3. You must have the ability to eat relatively the same thing every day. And, the classiest of these meals: veggie alphabet soup-- straight from the can. Pack two cans and your can opener, and its almost like a granola bar. Just eat and toss the wrapper in the dumpster (we're way too classy for garbage cans).

4. You must be redundant, disorganized, and inefficient. In that order. Everything must be said at least three times. And don't bother asking very intelligent questions... no one will answer you. But, ask a stupid one, and somebody will be right there to tell you why that was stupid question.

5. You must master the art of speaking over walkie talkies. Of course, talking when someone else is is the most classy option. Nothing says class like a bunch of garbled static when two people try to speak at the same time on a group radio channel. Always say things twice, just to make sure you were heard-- and don't forget, classy people always shout things into the radio.

6. You must always look less smart than you are. Don't bother to take the time to tell customers and other co-workers that you are really a pre-med student or going into law. That really takes classy points off of your tally. This isn't brain surgery-- it's landscaping. Everyone knows more than you-- let them at least think that you have class.

Six fail safe ways to a classy life. You know, I love my job.