Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Adulthood
Lately I've been saying things like: "When did I become an adult?" "How come I have to be an adult?" and "I want to quit this adult life."
Really! I don't know when it all happened. All of a sudden I have to pay bills, work all the time and make tough life decisions. It really is not very fun and I don't like it one bit!
When I first got my apartment I was so excited. My first place! Now I dread paying rent, I hate it when the toilet gets clogged and keeping it clean is a whole nother story.
For the first several months it was exciting getting bills, writing checks and sending them off. (Or paying online). Not anymore.
At first a real job was great! I felt very grown up and loved getting a paycheck. Now . . . I dread having to go to work. Why can't I just sleep in!?!?! And my paycheck just goes to bills.
I don't feel prepared or mature enough to be an adult. I don't want to take my car in when it is not working properly. I don't want to make doctor apoinment when I am not working properly. I don't want to make important decisions about my life, i.e. grad school, moving ect..
How do I get off this adult life track?
Saturday, March 25, 2006
New Post
It had been mentioned to be that I needed a new post. Some of my friends are having a dry spell. I however are not. I have plenty of things to blog about, but no time to do it. There are many stories floating around in my head that will make you laugh, cry and think. So I promise that soon I will tell these stories. SOON!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Some Travel Stories
Traveling can be a love hate relationship but mostly I enjoy traveling and all the quirky things that happen while traveling. Here are some stories from my latest journey! FYI I flew from Portland to Las Vegas, Vegas to Dallas, slept several hours then drove from Dallas to Abilene and back slept for a few more hours then flew from Dallas to Denver and Denver to Portland all in about 2 and 1/2 days!
This is what I heard over the load speaker in the airport “would the man who ate at Gustav's and ordered chicken noodle soup and a baked potato with extra butter please return for a lost item. The man who ordered chicken noodle soup and a baked potato please return to Gustav's for a lost item.”
I swear I saw both Moana from the bachelor at one airport and the e-harmony guy at another.
I almost missed my connecting flight form Las Vegas to Dallas. I was on the same plane but I decided to get off to stretch my legs and get some food (see the story below) After getting some food and seeing the door was shut to the runway I decided I needed to play the slots. After playing $5 and winning $5.25 I thought I should check on the flight again to see if we were boarding. As I approach the gate I hear “Passenger, Kristi Beeman, this is your last and final boarding call.” As I approach the front desk they ask where I’ve been. I sheepshly asked if all the other passengers were on the plane already. And they were, so I had to walk the hall of shame, all the way to the back of the plane where my seat was.
I was grabbing some food at a popular fast food restaurant (side note: it was the same restaurant my car got towed from a week ago) so I get to the counter and order what I would like and they tell me they are out of that. The woman precedes to tell me everything they are out of, which includes just about half the menu. Many of the things she named were ingredients that would be included in many different orders thus knocking them off the eating menu. So this is me, “Uhhh . . . Well then . . . . Can I have. . . . . Uhhhhhh . . . . You said you were out of __________ (ingredient)? . . . So then . . . . I think I will have . . . . Ummmmmmmm . . . .” All the while I’m trying to figure out what I can orddoesn'tat doesn’t include the 10 ingredients she sdidn'tthey didn’t have. I finally figured out what I could order and did so. But here’s the thing. As I sat and ate, somewhat indignantly, I listened to her tell other customers what they were out of and ALL of them ordered something else without missing a beat. So I guess the moral of the story is that I am slow.
In Denver there were birds in the airport. I’m not kidding actual birds. How they got into the airport I have no idea. Did they sneak in before the runway could attach to the plane? And they flew down the runway into the airport? It’s a mystery to me. But these birds flew right by me. As I let out a small scream many individuals looked at me. Sheepishly I looked back at them, pointed and said “birds.” No one seemed at all phased that there were birds in the airport.
In a public restroom in Texas they had these turbo hand dryers that said "feel the power!" I tried them and man were they powerful. They actually moved the skin around my hand. I was tempted to put my mouth on the thing and see if my cheecks got big like a dog who has his head out of the car window. But then I thought that was probably not sanitatry so I didn't do it.
This is what I heard over the load speaker in the airport “would the man who ate at Gustav's and ordered chicken noodle soup and a baked potato with extra butter please return for a lost item. The man who ordered chicken noodle soup and a baked potato please return to Gustav's for a lost item.”
I swear I saw both Moana from the bachelor at one airport and the e-harmony guy at another.
I almost missed my connecting flight form Las Vegas to Dallas. I was on the same plane but I decided to get off to stretch my legs and get some food (see the story below) After getting some food and seeing the door was shut to the runway I decided I needed to play the slots. After playing $5 and winning $5.25 I thought I should check on the flight again to see if we were boarding. As I approach the gate I hear “Passenger, Kristi Beeman, this is your last and final boarding call.” As I approach the front desk they ask where I’ve been. I sheepshly asked if all the other passengers were on the plane already. And they were, so I had to walk the hall of shame, all the way to the back of the plane where my seat was.
I was grabbing some food at a popular fast food restaurant (side note: it was the same restaurant my car got towed from a week ago) so I get to the counter and order what I would like and they tell me they are out of that. The woman precedes to tell me everything they are out of, which includes just about half the menu. Many of the things she named were ingredients that would be included in many different orders thus knocking them off the eating menu. So this is me, “Uhhh . . . Well then . . . . Can I have. . . . . Uhhhhhh . . . . You said you were out of __________ (ingredient)? . . . So then . . . . I think I will have . . . . Ummmmmmmm . . . .” All the while I’m trying to figure out what I can orddoesn'tat doesn’t include the 10 ingredients she sdidn'tthey didn’t have. I finally figured out what I could order and did so. But here’s the thing. As I sat and ate, somewhat indignantly, I listened to her tell other customers what they were out of and ALL of them ordered something else without missing a beat. So I guess the moral of the story is that I am slow.
In Denver there were birds in the airport. I’m not kidding actual birds. How they got into the airport I have no idea. Did they sneak in before the runway could attach to the plane? And they flew down the runway into the airport? It’s a mystery to me. But these birds flew right by me. As I let out a small scream many individuals looked at me. Sheepishly I looked back at them, pointed and said “birds.” No one seemed at all phased that there were birds in the airport.
In a public restroom in Texas they had these turbo hand dryers that said "feel the power!" I tried them and man were they powerful. They actually moved the skin around my hand. I was tempted to put my mouth on the thing and see if my cheecks got big like a dog who has his head out of the car window. But then I thought that was probably not sanitatry so I didn't do it.
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