Monday, March 28, 2011

Best article ever!


I'm not even going to pretend that I wrote this, I found this on cracked.com, It was written by Daniel O'Brien and its awesome!!


5 Things They Never Told Us

Given the opportunity, there are probably a lot of tiny, superficial things you say to your fourteen-year-old self, (Get a haircut; Stop being a smartass; Maybe try not masturbating for, like, a night, and see what that does to the amount of free time you have). Small things you wish you'd known, because they would've made middle school, high school and whatever comes after slightly easier.
There are also much bigger things, things about life and growing up that someone damn sure should've told you about.
#5.
You Don't Become An Adult, You Just Suddenly Are One
When I was younger and looked that I considered to be adults, I had a number of various feelings, depending on who I was looking at. Respect and awe, for those who seemed to know everything. Contempt, for some authority figures with whom I had a whole lot of pointless, adolescent trouble. Pity, for the few who, to me, "just didn't get it and never would, man." Even though my specific opinions changed from person to person, they all fell under the same umbrella of characterization: this person is an Adult. Some are worse than others, but they're all in the same general class of Adulthood, they all know how the world works, they've all undergone whatever fundamental change one eventually undergoes when one becomes an Adult, and they're all operating on a much different level from me and everyone I knew. They've taken the test, or they've seen the light or whatever it is you do when you get promoted from being just a dude to being a Man.
Certainly you're not an adult, because you're just wandering around, still trying to figure out how life works as you go along.
The Reality
There's no test, there's no light, and there's no tangible event that signifies the transition into adulthood. You don't enter an organization of adulthood. There's not, like, a guy hanging around at your college graduation who comes up to you and says "Now that you're an adult, here's all of our secret knowledge about existence, and how to live as a functioning human outside of the school system."
"Since you've graduated I can legally give you this box, which is just FULL of all of the rules that govern life and existence."
There's no class or test or paperwork to sign. One day you just realize you're a person who pays bills. You're a person who signs up for a club card at your local grocery store because, "Oh, I might as well, I'm there so often." You're a person who gradually is getting less and less familiar with whatever's going on in pop music. You can vote and rent a car and get married and have kids, and it's not weird, it's normal.
You're an adult, and no one told you.
And you don't fundamentally change as a result of this realization. You don't gain new knowledge. You don't feel like an adult, you don't have everything under control. You're still dumb. You're still the guy who, a few years ago, was probably sleeping in a full bathtub in college, because you were out of blankets in your dorm room and it seemed like the only logical way to stay warm through the night and, yes, that is a thing that I did. You're the exact same person, except suddenly society has thrust you into the Adult category.
You wear and look awful in suits.
Remember when you were a kid and you saw adults as all-knowing authority figures who had shit figured out? As the people who were allowed to tell you what to do and make rules, because they were the ones who were running the world? That's what kids think when they see you, even though you're an idiot.
Getting married doesn't mean you change as a person and instantly gain a bunch of previously concealed knowledge about life. You get more responsibilities when you have a kid but, really, you're still the exact same person you always were. Because, here's the thing, no one makes you take a test or fill out a form to have a baby, you just have one. You can do that right now, and then you'd be a parent. Your parents never went to parenting school or passed a series of complex physical challenges, they just had you.
The state will just let you have a baby tomorrow, no questions asked. Hell, if you want a gun in California, you have to fill out an application, take a safety test, sign three forms, and then wait ten days, and after all that they might not even GIVE you one if you've got a history of mental instability. Meanwhile, you are legally free to make your own baby army, this second, because that is a thing adults do, and adult is a thing that you are. You don't have to take a test or sign any paperwork to have a baby, you can just make one.
As great as your parents were/are, and as much as they seemed to have it all figured out, you might be shocked to discover that they were making it up as they went along. Just like you.
#4.
Almost Everything You're Doing is Absolutely Meaningless
Middle School's important. High School's important. You need to do well in High School to get into a good College, and then you need to do well in College or... or something something something, your life will be terrible. I was never clear on the specifics, I just knew that there was a direct correlation between my GPA and my total cumulative happiness for the rest of my life. A higher GPA means the best people will hire you, having "Summa Cum Laude" written on your diploma will make women more attracted to you, getting a 1500 on your SATs will make you less fat, etc. The Dean's List must be important to your future, or why would it exist? Surely someone down the line will be impressed to know that you made it all four years, right?
The Reality
The only skills you really need to learn in high school and college are how to socialize and be a functioning human in society, because that's the only thing you'll be consistently doing for the rest of your life. It's a really strange system, because when you graduate college, no matter what you studied, the only thing you're really good at is being a student, because that's the only thing you've been doing regularly for 22 years. Studying, memorizing stuff, being able to eloquently bullshit about literary theory- You've got that shit down. The weird thing is that every skill you've mastered as a student? No one will ever ask you to use them again.
"Okay, the new clients are going to be here in an hour, I need one of you to write a five page report on Beowulf through the lens of Feminist Theory."
College is important, but what you study? Not so much. Focus on learning how to be a human, and focus on networking and meeting the right people, because they are much better at hiring you than your GPA is. Professors and Deans and your parents will stress that your grades are important, but I guarantee you that, as long as they were good at their job, no one in the history of time has ever been fired because of their GPA.
I'm slowly starting to realize that there's very little connection between whatever people majored in and what they end up doing, (apart from obvious specialized fields like medicine and engineering and so forth). And I might be wrong, because I'm an idiot, (see entry: 1), but I'm only going on personal experience. There are five full-time Editors at Cracked.com. At one point in all of our time here, we've all had basically the same job, (writing, editing, managing writers, maintaining a stable of sexually daring women, counting our giant money piles, etc). Of this group of Editors, there is not one instance of overlap in terms of what was studied in college. Same site, same job, but no two people graduated with the same major. We all ended up here not because we studied [X] while we were in college, but because writing and editing articles for a comedy website appealed to all of us, even though that particular class wasn't offered in school.
We've also never compared GPAs. Why the hell would we?
#3.
You'll Never Have as Much Time, Energy, Or Excuses For Doing Dumb Shit Than When You're 14
"Being in high school sucks, you're stuck in a classroom all day, and things are boring and everyone smells bad and puberty's uncomfortable and boners all the time and this is the worst thing ever."
The Reality
If there is one thing I could tell myself at 14, it would be the title of this entry. Because it's true. At 14, you're not legally allowed to work in most states, school is a pointless breeze and you have nothing to be stressed about because you're not paying bills or fighting in a war and no one depends on you for anything. You just have boundless energy, and a stupid amount of free time and no accountability whatsoever. Please don't waste it sleeping in class or dicking around because, in a few years, you won't have time, and a few years after that you'll have even less time, and a few years after that you'll have no time, no energy, and almost everything will hurt in uniquely humiliating ways. You'll stop thinking "Do I feel like doing this fun, stupid thing," and you'll start thinking "I want to do this fun, stupid thing, but I'm also worried about what kind of impact staying up so late is going to have on my delicate sleep schedule."
I don't mean this to be one of those whiny, "Youth is wasted on the young" articles. Don't get me wrong- growing up is the best. Last Tuesday at midnight, I drove to a grocery store and purchased and ate an entire family-sized bag of those Twizzler Bites that I like because I fucking dare you to stop me. No one's arguing that life, in general, gets more awesome the older you get, (and, while you have more time for fun at 14, you're certainly much better at fun when you're 24). I just feel like instead of trying to prepare our 14-year-olds for high school and college and life, we should feel obligated as humans to let them know they have a window in which to do ridiculously stupid things for a year, and that window will never reopen again. Teachers know that 14 is the last age of socially acceptable stupidity, so why are we even trying to give kids any kind of structure?
Look, I know being a teen is the most difficult and misunderstood thing in the world, but for fuck's sake steal a car or climb a mountain or something.
Sure, you'll trade youthful energy for money, the ability to drive a car, and experienced, thoughtful boning, but at 14, you can go for days without sleeping and you can eat McDonalds burgers by the fistful because human metabolisms develops in a karmically unjust way, and soon that'll go away forever.
Oh, that reminds me.

#2.
One Year, You'll Have Your Last Summer And You Probably Won't Even Realize It
"Ooh, I'm 15 years old and my life's the best. There's a school year, but then a summer, and it's awesome because I have three full months to do whatever, and this will never, ever change, so I might as well not spend a second thinking about it."
The Reality
Unless you're a teacher, one day you'll stop getting summers off, and you'll never get them back. It seems like such an obvious, intuitive point, but if it hasn't happened to you already, I guarantee you it'll take you by surprise. As much as you can say "Sure, clearly one day I'll have a job that won't give me Summers off, that's the way life goes," it's different once you're actually doing it. It's not just about having time off, or being able to go to the beach in the middle of the week, or being free from responsibility. It's more than that. The school system conditions you for two full decades to believe that your life gets divided up into chapters. A chapter ends when a school year ends, and then you can decide "Okay, it's a new chapter, it's freshman year of college, so it's time for me to be a new me now." And when that chapter ends, you become an even newer you, (which, in college, usually just means you but with a terrible goatee).
"We're not in high school anymore, guys, I'm a new man. I have a goatee, I tell people I'm in a band. It's pretty great."
It's actually a really handy way to organize your life, to be able to say "The theme of my eighth grade year was playing a lot of Dodgeball and getting really into Comedy Central's Battlebots," and "I felt like Junior year of high school was really the year of chasing girls and doing literally nothing else," and "Sophomore year of college was all about really figuring out who I am, and what makesme tick and, in a much broader sense, lots and lots of weed."
One day, that will stop happening forever. Your life won't be divided up into years, and your years won't be divided up into semesters and winter breaks and summer breaks. Your life will just be the work that you do. You'll turn around one day and realize that, while it's technically Summer, Summer is technically meaningless. You're still going to the office or factory or lab or spaceship, Monday through Friday. Summer will eventually bleed into Fall which, while it's the start of a brand new semester for some, is also meaningless to you. Apart from the weather, there's no difference between the Summer and the Winter, it all blends together, work, family, weekends, in the continuous ribbon that is your life. And most people don't even realize they've had their last actual summer until waaaay after. You're so concerned with finding a job after you graduate, you lose sight of the fact that a job means no more long stretches of total freedom.
One day you'll just have a job. And, if you're successful at your job and you don't get fired, you will never have three straight months off again for the rest of your life.
#1.
You're An Idiot
You're constantly bombarded with information. As a student, your entire day is spent moving from one room to another and getting pelted with facts about everything, that is your entire existence. You sit there while someone tells you about American history, and when that's done someone tells you about Marine Biology, and then you move on and someone teaches you Spanish, and then the bell rings and someone else teaches you calculus. You cover what, to a twentysomething, seems like an impossible spectrum of information, every single weekday. So surely you must know something.
The Reality
Here's what's going to happen. At one point, you will honestly believe that you have every single thing figured out. You reach an epiphany where you understand yourself, you know what you want to do with your life, you know what kind of woman or man you're looking for, and you've figured everyone else out, you're a good judge of character. Exactly two years later, you'll say "Man, I was an idiot two years ago when I thought I had life figured out, but now I've REALLY got it figured out." You'll calm down a little bit and look back on your youthful ignorance and laugh. "How could I think life was all about [X] when it's CLEARLY all about [Y]? So young."
Two years later, you'll do the exact same thing- scrapping all of your old, childish assumptions in favor of your current, brilliant assumptions. In fact, you'll repeat that process every two years. Life, from what I've gathered so far, is largely about looking back on your past self and realizing how stupid you were. And you'll keep convincing yourself that, even though you were clueless two years ago, now you've got it figured out, until you finally reach a tipping point, and then you'll say "Man, I was an idiot two years ago, and two years before that, and two before that, so- you know what? Even if I think I have things figured out, I'm probably an idiot right now."
The boundlessness of my own stupidity is the most important lesson I have ever learned in my entire life.
So many people will read a book or see a movie and think "Yes, this is what the world is about." And then they'll go to college and take their first Philosophy class and think "No no no, THIS is what the world's about." They'll read a lot, and talk a lot, and come up with theories about fucking everything. The person who hasn't yet realized what an idiot he is loves coming up with cute little theories, they love making rules and putting together little categories of human behavior. Walk into any college bar, strike up a conversation with a twenty-one-year-old chick, and I guarantee you that, at one point in the conversation, she will say either "I believe there are six kinds of people in the world, and you fall under the category of [X]" or "Oh, you like [random inconsequential thing]? I have a theory that anyone who likes [random inconsequential thing] is also the kind of person who [broad, sweeping generalization that attempts to sum up your entire, complicated life into a single sentence]. You can tell absolutely everything about someone by their [taste in music/favorite Beatle/fucking shoes or whatever]."
"You're a dog person? That means you're a selfish lover and you hate communists and your favorite food is ham and you'll die alone."
I did it too. I would ask everyone I met the same, hypothetical question and, depending on what their answer was, I would convince myself I had them completely figured out. I did this because I was and am the dumbest person on the planet.
But, really, this is all okay, because everyone else is too. You'll reach a point when you stop trying to compartmentalize people, and you stop trying to figure everything out. You'll still grow as a human, but you'll be much calmer when you settle down and admit the fact that "Hey, I'm just an idiot who does... things."
Because, no matter how you dress it up, that's what the world is. A community of idiots doing a series of things until the world explodes and we all die.
Happy Weekend, everybody!


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I'm back!!

      I just got through  my longest period of time without Cheyenne, I would be happy with never doing that again!!! OMG I missed her so much! I went from Thursday night, to this afternoon, 4 days! Jason and I went to Kentucky with my dad for NFAA Nationals this weekend. I haven't picked up my bow since February of last year since I found out shortly after that I was pregnant. I didn't shoot as good as I used to, but apparently still pretty good because I won! Not only did I beat the women, but I shot better than the men also! So while my "title" now would be  NFAA Women's Crossbow National Champion, technically I'm the overall national champ since I beat the men too! Jason also shot pretty well too!! He shot a different division than he normally does and couldn't use the equipment he normally does either, but he still ended up 4th in the 3rd flight, which is AWESOME! I'm so proud of him!
     Grandpa (my dad) got Cheyenne an adorable little T-Shirt that says "little archer" on it =O) and he also got her this adorable pink horse that says Kentucky on it, for a souvenir I hope she likes it!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

How do we know how to do this???

     It's really weird how "most" of us are sort of hard wired to be parents. How on earth do we know what we are doing? I know we get a lot of advice from mom's who have been through this before us.. but going back to the beginning of time, how did anyone know what to do?!? I remember when Winny had her puppies a few years ago... I found her underneath Jason's parents bed having puppies! OMG what an experience that was! Her first puppy passed away, and she knew it so she didn't want anything to do with it, but she was so calm about it! Here's me and Jennie, sitting in front of an oven, with this tiny little thing wrapped in a towel rubbing it back and forth trying to get it to wake up, bawling our eyes out!!! Josh is on the phone with the vet, I'm yelling to them to send someone over to help us because we're killing her puppies because we have no idea what we are doing! lol - in retrospect, that part was actually kind of funny - But Winny delivered 5 puppies, pretty much all by herself, and she instantly knew what to do with them! How??






      The day I went into labor I remember feeling absolutely terrified.  I'm not supposed to be a MOM. Mom's are like a special breed of person, they are selfless, and kind, they are there to kiss the boo boo's and wipe away the tears. "Mom" is probably the last thing anyone would think of when they thought of me. 
     Growing up I was a big tom boy. Always 'one of the guys'. I even got involved in archery, which is a predominantly male sport. As I grew up, and grew out of that phase a little bit, I hit college and those were 4 of the most interesting years of my life up till now thats for sure.  My last semester of college was by far the best... that's when I met Jason. It's weird to say, but I instantly knew when I met him that I was supposed to be with him.  He's amazing in every sense of the word and I knew from that point on that there was no more searching... he was it for me. No questions asked. 
     I always knew I wanted kids, but honestly, who would've thought of me as being the 'motherly' type? No one. And I actually think that is partially coming back to haunt me, because I'm not sure if people really think I have it in me. But truth be told, I would do anything for my little girl.     

Jenny Jump Up: You're lucky this baby bounces!

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For our baby shower we got one of these: Jenny Jump up. For those that don't know what it is, basically you connect it to a door frame, put the baby in it, and he/she can jump around. I tried out Cheyenne's the other day for the first time, she didn't really know what to think of it haha. She liked the fact that she can spin around in it, but the jumping was minimal at best...

So the other day, while I was at work, Jason decided to let her play in it for a little while. We have it set up near our steps, so Jason sat on the steps and watched her spin around for a little while. Cheyenne dropped her binky, so he leaned over to pick it up, and at that moment... BAM!!  One of the straps (the left one in the picture up there) came out, and poor Cheyenne fell right out of it!! It took literally a split second for this to happen. Needless to say, Cheyenne wasn't too happy about this. So daddy spent the next half hour trying to calm her down. Poor baby!

The straps on this thing are held on by nothing more than a 'lip' on the end of the fabric, so we knew to keep an eye on her when she was in it, but what the hell kind of manufacturer would make a toy that kids are suspended in the air in (okay they touch the ground with their feet but still) that they are only held on my a small lip on the end of the fabric?!?!

I'm sure if I wasn't taught right from wrong growing up that somehow I could probably sue this company, tell them my kid has like PTSD or something from the fall and that she's now afraid of heights or something and I could probably get millions! Damn, why do I have to have a conscience? My dream of being a stay at home mom seems so close! =o)

Anyway... needless to say, Jenny Jump Up is now Jenny Packed Up in my basement... R.I.P. Jenny Jump Up... you were good for about 10 minutes...


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

First post yay!

Well... Cheyenne turned 13 weeks yesterday! Time has been going by so fast, and I haven't had a chance to get to document all the things I want to for her, so what better way than to start a blog?! Plus for all you family members that don't get to see us often, here you can keep up on what's happening with our little famiy!

Cheyenne just went through a growth spurt last week (what fun!) so she is getting big, FAST! Much too fast than what I care for =O( Time really has flown by from the time she was born till now.  One of the biggest things I've been struggling with up to this point is time management! There simply are not enough hours in the day to get everything done that needs to be! It's weird to think about what my life was like before Cheyenne came along, all that time I had!!!! Man, I wish I could just get an extra hour or two of that back!

I will keep this one short and sweet since I don't have much to start off with, I'll try to update as much as I can for everyone! XoXo