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Ready for a totally Lame story? Cause I am an IDIOT! Ok, here we go.
So, today, I was at work, and we were CRAZY busy. I don't have a great job. I work in food services. I never look cute at work. Why wear make-up when I have to wear a hat and have my hair in pigtails. No mascara is going to fix the uniform I have to wear. I was working the register and working hard and fast. But I am a little brain dead today. I'm helping a customer who we will refer to as... Bob. I finish with Bob and he turns to me, and asks, do I know you? I had been thinking that Bob looked familiar. He asked me my name, I asked him his name, and I knew. "Did you take percussion in the 7th grade at *insert my middle school here*?" "Yeah, I did, what was our teacher's name again?" So I told him. I'm now trying to help the next customer, but Bob is still talking to me. He then asks, "Hey, can I get your number?" and pulls out his cell phone. I'm like a drunken sailor and say, "Uh... Sure, it's: ###-####". He then turns and leaves and I realize what I have done.
Now I'm sure that Bob is a nice guy. But I haven't seen him since the 7th grade. And we weren't exactly friends in the 7th grade. We weren't not friends either, we just... You get the idea.
About a half hour later, it gets slower at work, and I turn to a co-worker and tell her that I shouldn't have left my house today. She asks why, and I start freaking out and telling her about my little issue. Included in this conversation are comments like, "I don't even know him!", "I gave him my real number, now why did I do that?" and "What was I thinking?!?" My manager was listening in on the conversation and softly said "Hey, Paily, isn't that him sitting over there?"
Time slowed down as I turned my head to see him sitting at a table close to the door with 2 other people. WHAT? You've got to be kidding me! Now I sound like the biggest jerk! It's not that I don't want to go on a date with Bob. It's that I am just retarded and can't believe I gave my number out to an almost perfect stranger. Who does that? Not me! But now, if Bob over heard it, he just thinks that I am the biggest jerk known to man. I don't know for sure that he heard what I said. But let's be honest, I talk loud. Now, the radio was on, and he was talking to the other 2 people at his table, but good gravy! What is wrong with me?!?! Pretty much I am the lame-est person to walk the earth. Oh, blast.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
So, This One Time I Saved The World...
Dear people of the Land of Buckets,
I have recently been informed that I am a slacker blogger. I guess it's true. And my past blogs aren't even funny. Sorry about that. Pretty much my life is boring. Good, but nothing exciting to blog about. I'm not running into nearly enough stupid people so I can't blog about them either. I mean, I enjoy being happy as much as the next girl, but it makes me a lousy blogger. As a result, you now get to learn about a dream I had while I was on my mission. It's pretty exciting. And no, a lot of it doesn't make sense, but that's ok. It was a dream.
Once Upon A Time...
*Insert weird music and fuzzy screen time to change to dream sequence*
I was in the Hill Cumorah pageant. Now if you go to the Hill Cumorah, it's a REALLY steep hill. But they build a stage onto it so it's not really that bad. But not this time. It was just really steep. As in if you stepped the wrong way, you would fall, and roll, for EVER cause the Hill was now actually about 300 yards high. I don't know why.
Anyway, We're doing the play, and for some reason I have a baby strapped to my back... and then there is an earthquake. As the Earth trembles, a ginormous crack opens up in the middle of the hill, and all the people are now rolling towards it. I was overly concerned about the baby on my back so I didn't notice everything else that was going on. Then, all of the sudden, amidst all of the chaos a small scary looking man comes flying out of the chasm in a black horse drawn carriage. Oh, and the carriage was flying. He had the most booming voice ever heard and proceeded to announce:
"Good evening all. I'd like to introduce myself. I am the Devil. I was playing a card game with God and I won the hand, so I now rule the earth." (I know, totally sacrilegious, but it was a dream, I can't always control them) "I've decided to shake things up a bit, so now you will all be coming with me"
Suddenly, out of the ground, magical ropes came flying which tied themselves around everyone's wrists and ankles. Then they tied themselves to some sticks above us and we all became human puppets. The magic puppet sticks then walked us all to the gaping hole in the ground, we fell for a really long time and landed in... Hell.
The good news is, we didn't go down without a fight. We were all SO bugged. We kept telling the Devil that he couldn't have us, cause we were still alive, and the whole Hell thing was supposed to happen at death, but he didn't care. Really, the Devil is totally lame. He just thinks he's above the rules. I totally wanted to kick him.
Ok, now do me a favor. You know the classic boring elevator music? How it's totally lame? How if you had one more floor you had to ride, you might just leap to your death because you can't stand the music anymore? Think of that music... and now multiply the lameness and level of boring by... about ten thousand. That would be the music the Devil had. He pushed play and I saw all of the people I cared about make a real effort to stay awake. But they couldn't do it. It was like someone had pumped the entire room with sleeping gas. They just started dropping like flies. And there I sat, in terror as I could see our entire life coming to an end. I just knew I had to do something.
So, I leaned my elbows on the table in front of me, and started drumming. I was kind of drumming to the music, but not really. And I kept drumming. I actually started to have fun. The first CD ended. There were now about 10 people still awake. As the second CD started, they dropped off too. But not me! I just kept drumming. And drumming. I was totally rocking out to the music in my head. About the time the 3rd CD started, the Devil noticed what I was doing. He really wasn't happy about it. He tried getting me to stop, but I wouldn't. Then, in an act of pure evil... he put headphones on me. Those sound canceling headphones so I couldn't hear anything except the LAME-O music that he was pumping through them. And still, I kept drumming, and drumming. The 4th CD started and I was still drumming. After some time, I knew we were close. I wanted to sleep, just like everyone else was, but I knew the entire world was depending on me. As we neared the end of the 4th CD the Devil started shrieking, "NOOOOOOOO, you can't win! I want to rule the Earth, this can't be happening, NOOOOOO!!!!!" All the while jumping up and down. Actually, I think he was doing a pretty good impersonation of Rumpelstiltskin after the girl figured out his name.
The CD ended, everyone woke up, and I had totally saved the world. Yeah, I'm pretty cool like that.
The End.
I have recently been informed that I am a slacker blogger. I guess it's true. And my past blogs aren't even funny. Sorry about that. Pretty much my life is boring. Good, but nothing exciting to blog about. I'm not running into nearly enough stupid people so I can't blog about them either. I mean, I enjoy being happy as much as the next girl, but it makes me a lousy blogger. As a result, you now get to learn about a dream I had while I was on my mission. It's pretty exciting. And no, a lot of it doesn't make sense, but that's ok. It was a dream.
Once Upon A Time...
*Insert weird music and fuzzy screen time to change to dream sequence*
I was in the Hill Cumorah pageant. Now if you go to the Hill Cumorah, it's a REALLY steep hill. But they build a stage onto it so it's not really that bad. But not this time. It was just really steep. As in if you stepped the wrong way, you would fall, and roll, for EVER cause the Hill was now actually about 300 yards high. I don't know why.
Anyway, We're doing the play, and for some reason I have a baby strapped to my back... and then there is an earthquake. As the Earth trembles, a ginormous crack opens up in the middle of the hill, and all the people are now rolling towards it. I was overly concerned about the baby on my back so I didn't notice everything else that was going on. Then, all of the sudden, amidst all of the chaos a small scary looking man comes flying out of the chasm in a black horse drawn carriage. Oh, and the carriage was flying. He had the most booming voice ever heard and proceeded to announce:
"Good evening all. I'd like to introduce myself. I am the Devil. I was playing a card game with God and I won the hand, so I now rule the earth." (I know, totally sacrilegious, but it was a dream, I can't always control them) "I've decided to shake things up a bit, so now you will all be coming with me"
Suddenly, out of the ground, magical ropes came flying which tied themselves around everyone's wrists and ankles. Then they tied themselves to some sticks above us and we all became human puppets. The magic puppet sticks then walked us all to the gaping hole in the ground, we fell for a really long time and landed in... Hell.
The good news is, we didn't go down without a fight. We were all SO bugged. We kept telling the Devil that he couldn't have us, cause we were still alive, and the whole Hell thing was supposed to happen at death, but he didn't care. Really, the Devil is totally lame. He just thinks he's above the rules. I totally wanted to kick him.
Once he realized that we did kind of have a point, he made a deal with us. We were all lined up around a giant pool of lava. Oddly enough, this pool of lava came equipped with tables and really comfy chairs. The deal was, he was going to play 4 CD's. If one person, just one, could stay awake until the end we would all go free. He then pushed "Play" on his CD player that was hooked up to the coolest sound system ever imagined, did a little victory dance, and left the room.
This is him doing his lame-o dance.
This is him doing his lame-o dance.Ok, now do me a favor. You know the classic boring elevator music? How it's totally lame? How if you had one more floor you had to ride, you might just leap to your death because you can't stand the music anymore? Think of that music... and now multiply the lameness and level of boring by... about ten thousand. That would be the music the Devil had. He pushed play and I saw all of the people I cared about make a real effort to stay awake. But they couldn't do it. It was like someone had pumped the entire room with sleeping gas. They just started dropping like flies. And there I sat, in terror as I could see our entire life coming to an end. I just knew I had to do something.
So, I leaned my elbows on the table in front of me, and started drumming. I was kind of drumming to the music, but not really. And I kept drumming. I actually started to have fun. The first CD ended. There were now about 10 people still awake. As the second CD started, they dropped off too. But not me! I just kept drumming. And drumming. I was totally rocking out to the music in my head. About the time the 3rd CD started, the Devil noticed what I was doing. He really wasn't happy about it. He tried getting me to stop, but I wouldn't. Then, in an act of pure evil... he put headphones on me. Those sound canceling headphones so I couldn't hear anything except the LAME-O music that he was pumping through them. And still, I kept drumming, and drumming. The 4th CD started and I was still drumming. After some time, I knew we were close. I wanted to sleep, just like everyone else was, but I knew the entire world was depending on me. As we neared the end of the 4th CD the Devil started shrieking, "NOOOOOOOO, you can't win! I want to rule the Earth, this can't be happening, NOOOOOO!!!!!" All the while jumping up and down. Actually, I think he was doing a pretty good impersonation of Rumpelstiltskin after the girl figured out his name.
The CD ended, everyone woke up, and I had totally saved the world. Yeah, I'm pretty cool like that.
The End.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Embrace The Shmultz
It happened. Oh, dear people of the land of buckets, a great thing has happened today. My dear best friend got married! It was beautiful. She was beautiful. And I, being the hopeless romantic that I am thought it was wonderful. I wanted to post a picture, but then I remembered that my dear friend CRH (who married The Texan) wants to stay anonymous, and will only post pictures that you can't see her face in... Then I found a good picture. I imagine that I will only be able to post it for a very short amount of time before she demands I take it off of the Internet... so here you go. Look fast, 'cause I don't think it will last.
(Dear CRH: In my defence, you really can't tell who it is... so you are still anonymous...)
I am also spending time with my great parents. They were in a play tonight, and my father was crazy nervous. He did a nice job (and L1-7, I taped it so you can watch). This is what he is doing as I blog:
I know it's blurry, but I didn't want to use my flash and wake him up. I have the cutest Dad! Oh, and just as a little in advance goodness... HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! (tomorrow) I love you!
(Dear CRH: In my defence, you really can't tell who it is... so you are still anonymous...)
I am also spending time with my great parents. They were in a play tonight, and my father was crazy nervous. He did a nice job (and L1-7, I taped it so you can watch). This is what he is doing as I blog:
I know it's blurry, but I didn't want to use my flash and wake him up. I have the cutest Dad! Oh, and just as a little in advance goodness... HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! (tomorrow) I love you!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
That Doesn't Surprise Me
Often, after people hear where I served my mission, they ask me what the people were like. This is a hard question to answer. They are unlike anyone that I grew up with. Good people, just ... different. Here is an example I found from reading BYU's 100 Hour board. (Side note, the 100 Hour Board is good for some laughs and can be quite interesting) The village in question is one I served in. Learning this fact probably should have surprised me, but ... it didn't.
Dear 100 Hour Board,
I was telling my friend about this town in New York that seceded from the Union in 1861, and then everyone forgot they seceded until World War II, and therefore did not rejoin the US until 1946. I found an article on Wikipedia, but my friend still doesn't believe me, because the internet isn't always reliable. Can you find a more credible reference? I've looked but haven't been able to find one yet. It's called Town Line, New York, and is near Buffalo.
Thanks.
-New Yorker
A: Dear New Yorker,
If you're a BYU Student, you can click through to the NY Times article here.
Otherwise, here's the citation:
STARS AND STRIPES REPLACE STARS AND BARS IN TOWN LINE. (1946, January 25). New York Times (1857-Current file), 28. Retrieved February 21, 2009, from ProQuest Historical Newspapers The New York Times (1851 - 2005) database. (Document ID: 93017517).
An excerpt from the caption:
"...residents of the village voted yesterday to return to the United States eighty-five years after the community's secession."
Love,
Waldorf and Sauron
At least now when I am asked about the people in my mission I have a good example.
Dear 100 Hour Board,
I was telling my friend about this town in New York that seceded from the Union in 1861, and then everyone forgot they seceded until World War II, and therefore did not rejoin the US until 1946. I found an article on Wikipedia, but my friend still doesn't believe me, because the internet isn't always reliable. Can you find a more credible reference? I've looked but haven't been able to find one yet. It's called Town Line, New York, and is near Buffalo.
Thanks.
-New Yorker
A: Dear New Yorker,
If you're a BYU Student, you can click through to the NY Times article here.
Otherwise, here's the citation:
STARS AND STRIPES REPLACE STARS AND BARS IN TOWN LINE. (1946, January 25). New York Times (1857-Current file), 28. Retrieved February 21, 2009, from ProQuest Historical Newspapers The New York Times (1851 - 2005) database. (Document ID: 93017517).
An excerpt from the caption:
"...residents of the village voted yesterday to return to the United States eighty-five years after the community's secession."
Love,
Waldorf and Sauron
At least now when I am asked about the people in my mission I have a good example.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
You Need to Sort Out Your Priorities.
I have hit a new predicament. Well... maybe not new, it's happened before, but I find myself here again. I have too much to do. I don't know where to start. So instead, I do nothing. And at the same time I swear I'm not that busy. But I can't seem to get anything done. Maybe I should go see a Psychologist. I'm pretty sure the conversation would go something like this:
Psychologist: What seems to be the problem?
Me: I can't get anything done
P: Why?
M: I just have too much to do.
P: Like What?
M: .... Stuff....
P: .....
M: I just... well, I... and then... but if I don't... ARGH!!!
P: And how does that make you feel?
M: I'm going CRAZY!!!!!
At this point all words coming from my mouth would be a jumble of mess and I would talk with flailing hands, and then sit there and tell my friendly Psychologist that I am ready to cry.
Honestly, my life is good. I just ... I don't know. So there. Can I just say that I'm a crazy lady and hope that someday all of this will be figured out? I think the problem is I'm trying too hard to make everyone else happy, to do everything that they want me to do. At the same time, I have no idea what I am doing. I'm so worried about keeping all of them happy that I don't know what is going on with me. This results in a very discombobulated Paily and the progression of her developing TMJ. But don't you worry. That's going to be fixed someday soonish. I get to revisit my teen years and get braces. I am so lucky! I know, you're jealous.
Well, this isn't really warm fuzzy. But it had been a while since I had blogged, and I just felt the need to post. Aren't you glad? It's all going to work out. But until then, maybe I'll start wearing strange hats. Then I can be the crazy hat lady. That's the master plan! OH! Yes! Now I have it all figured out! Who knew crazy hats could be the answer? Thanks for helping me sort through this. :)
Psychologist: What seems to be the problem?
Me: I can't get anything done
P: Why?
M: I just have too much to do.
P: Like What?
M: .... Stuff....
P: .....
M: I just... well, I... and then... but if I don't... ARGH!!!
P: And how does that make you feel?
M: I'm going CRAZY!!!!!
At this point all words coming from my mouth would be a jumble of mess and I would talk with flailing hands, and then sit there and tell my friendly Psychologist that I am ready to cry.
Honestly, my life is good. I just ... I don't know. So there. Can I just say that I'm a crazy lady and hope that someday all of this will be figured out? I think the problem is I'm trying too hard to make everyone else happy, to do everything that they want me to do. At the same time, I have no idea what I am doing. I'm so worried about keeping all of them happy that I don't know what is going on with me. This results in a very discombobulated Paily and the progression of her developing TMJ. But don't you worry. That's going to be fixed someday soonish. I get to revisit my teen years and get braces. I am so lucky! I know, you're jealous.
Well, this isn't really warm fuzzy. But it had been a while since I had blogged, and I just felt the need to post. Aren't you glad? It's all going to work out. But until then, maybe I'll start wearing strange hats. Then I can be the crazy hat lady. That's the master plan! OH! Yes! Now I have it all figured out! Who knew crazy hats could be the answer? Thanks for helping me sort through this. :)
Friday, February 13, 2009
Ever Feel Like You're Five Again?
Here's a random moment of my life. Ok, this is me, the fact that I would blog about something random really shouldn't surprise you. Let's do this.
I have acquired a new and completely irrational fear. I have NO idea where this came from. Maybe something is wrong with my inner ear or something. Whatever the reason I am now scared of falling out of my bed. Let me explain to you how stupid this is. (I know, you're thinking "why explain? Yep, it's stupid.") The way my bed is currently placed, if I am laying/lying (I've never known which was right and I'm too lazy to check now) down on my back the head of my bed and the left side of my bed are against a wall. For some reason, any time I lay on my left side, so that my back is towards the rest of my bedroom, I have this fear of falling. It's like vertigo, but not. And just to see if I was really crazy, one night I turned so my head was at the foot of my bed, turned over onto my right side, and had the same sensation.
My bed is not tall. It's not on cinder blocks. It's not on anything except for it's short little bed frame that is only 6" off the ground. Then add the box springs and the mattress, and I am 2' off the ground max. And it's not like I have sharp knives on the floor next to my bed that could impale me if I happen to roll too far. Just a few books, and sometimes my computer. Nothing that could hurt me. I haven't been scared of falling out of bed since... well ever. I used to fall out of bed when I was a kid. I remember doing it at least once. It never bothered me, except I would get cold on the floor without a blanket. And I'll be honest, I don't sleep on the top bunk. That scares me, but at least then I'm a good 6 feet off the ground. That seems a little bit valid...ish.
Totally irrational. Like I said before, let's blame it on an inner ear problem or something.
I have acquired a new and completely irrational fear. I have NO idea where this came from. Maybe something is wrong with my inner ear or something. Whatever the reason I am now scared of falling out of my bed. Let me explain to you how stupid this is. (I know, you're thinking "why explain? Yep, it's stupid.") The way my bed is currently placed, if I am laying/lying (I've never known which was right and I'm too lazy to check now) down on my back the head of my bed and the left side of my bed are against a wall. For some reason, any time I lay on my left side, so that my back is towards the rest of my bedroom, I have this fear of falling. It's like vertigo, but not. And just to see if I was really crazy, one night I turned so my head was at the foot of my bed, turned over onto my right side, and had the same sensation.
My bed is not tall. It's not on cinder blocks. It's not on anything except for it's short little bed frame that is only 6" off the ground. Then add the box springs and the mattress, and I am 2' off the ground max. And it's not like I have sharp knives on the floor next to my bed that could impale me if I happen to roll too far. Just a few books, and sometimes my computer. Nothing that could hurt me. I haven't been scared of falling out of bed since... well ever. I used to fall out of bed when I was a kid. I remember doing it at least once. It never bothered me, except I would get cold on the floor without a blanket. And I'll be honest, I don't sleep on the top bunk. That scares me, but at least then I'm a good 6 feet off the ground. That seems a little bit valid...ish.
Totally irrational. Like I said before, let's blame it on an inner ear problem or something.
Friday, February 6, 2009
I Have Mad Skills
Really. I know, you're all jealous. Let me tell you what I'm talking about this time.
I just fixed my jacket. This is my MTC jacket, that unfortunately I am way to attached to. It is also basically the only jacket I have right now that is even close to being warm enough. It got dirty, so I washed it. Then much to my dismay, when I went to get it out of the drier the zipper was broken! As hard as this is for me to admit... I was temped to cry. I know, it's just stupid jacket, but I really like it. I saved the pieces, and filching my sister's super glue, went to work. Now i had to be careful, cause if I used too much glue, it would be all over and then the zipper wouldn't zip. BUT if you use too little, it won't hold. It really was a precarious situation.
As I gathered all of the parts around me, I could hear the low drone of stringed instruments humming in anticipation. After hours of careful planning and sketching out my options... Ok, that's not true at all. But I fixed it! And the zipper still goes! And the parts are sticking together!
Of course I got super glue on my fingers. That's just something that goes with the territory. So what if I can't feel my fingers for the next 3 weeks as I wait for this extra skin to wear off. I have an MTC jacket!
I just fixed my jacket. This is my MTC jacket, that unfortunately I am way to attached to. It is also basically the only jacket I have right now that is even close to being warm enough. It got dirty, so I washed it. Then much to my dismay, when I went to get it out of the drier the zipper was broken! As hard as this is for me to admit... I was temped to cry. I know, it's just stupid jacket, but I really like it. I saved the pieces, and filching my sister's super glue, went to work. Now i had to be careful, cause if I used too much glue, it would be all over and then the zipper wouldn't zip. BUT if you use too little, it won't hold. It really was a precarious situation.
As I gathered all of the parts around me, I could hear the low drone of stringed instruments humming in anticipation. After hours of careful planning and sketching out my options... Ok, that's not true at all. But I fixed it! And the zipper still goes! And the parts are sticking together!
Of course I got super glue on my fingers. That's just something that goes with the territory. So what if I can't feel my fingers for the next 3 weeks as I wait for this extra skin to wear off. I have an MTC jacket!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
That Tender Mercy is ONLY for Missionaries
I've moved a lot in my life. Not because my dad had some crazy job and uprooted the entire family every year to go pursue other cool things. But because I apparently turned 18, and this entirely dormant gene kicked into action turning me into a Nomad. In the past six years, I have moved five times. (That is counting going away to college in Aug and returning in April as one... so if you wanted to, you could say I have moved 10 times.... Yeah... let's say that, that makes my story sound so much better) I mean have moved 10 times!
During the middle of all of these moves, I decided to serve a mission. I packed my two largest suitcases, weighed them carefully (they were 49.9 lbs and 50.1 lbs respectively) and went to serve the people of New York. Then on the mission I moved another 4 and a half times. Just trust me on the half... that's another story. Once in NY, I didn't have to worry about keeping myself to 2 suitcases. I had a lot of stuff. But as long as my companion and I could fit it in our car on transfer day, I was allowed to... spread my wings a little bit. And spread I did. I've never been a light packer. It's like I have this crazy fear that the world will come to an end if I don't have my own little mini iron, a stapler, and some shout wipes when I go ... Next door to baby sit. Ok, it's not that bad.
I just realized, this is a lot of build up for a very simple purpose. Maybe I'm making up for lack of posts? Let's go with that idea.
Every time I moved on my mission, I would arrive at my destination and have everything I packed. I could find it all, I would unpack it, and life was great. I didn't realize this, because I just didn't stress about it. My stuff was always there.
BUT IN THE REAL WORLD... I lose EVERYTHING! It doesn't seem to matter what I do. I unpack and half of my life is gone. And it's not all just simple, $2 replace me items. I just don't understand. It's like I have some secret goblin who eats a little bit of everything that rides with me in my car. As I'm driving down the road, excited/nervous to start a new part of my life, he's just sitting back there eating to his heart's content. I can just hear him, with his little menacing giggle "Heh, heh, heh... she only thought she wanted these shoes... and her remote for her TV... and her mouse for her laptop... and her photo album... yeah!" *munch* *munch* *munch*
Apparently, all mission cars are equipped with anti-munchy-goblin repellent. This is a tender mercy of the Lord that I was so grateful on my mission. But apparently it is ONLY reserved for missionaries.
During the middle of all of these moves, I decided to serve a mission. I packed my two largest suitcases, weighed them carefully (they were 49.9 lbs and 50.1 lbs respectively) and went to serve the people of New York. Then on the mission I moved another 4 and a half times. Just trust me on the half... that's another story. Once in NY, I didn't have to worry about keeping myself to 2 suitcases. I had a lot of stuff. But as long as my companion and I could fit it in our car on transfer day, I was allowed to... spread my wings a little bit. And spread I did. I've never been a light packer. It's like I have this crazy fear that the world will come to an end if I don't have my own little mini iron, a stapler, and some shout wipes when I go ... Next door to baby sit. Ok, it's not that bad.
I just realized, this is a lot of build up for a very simple purpose. Maybe I'm making up for lack of posts? Let's go with that idea.
Every time I moved on my mission, I would arrive at my destination and have everything I packed. I could find it all, I would unpack it, and life was great. I didn't realize this, because I just didn't stress about it. My stuff was always there.
BUT IN THE REAL WORLD... I lose EVERYTHING! It doesn't seem to matter what I do. I unpack and half of my life is gone. And it's not all just simple, $2 replace me items. I just don't understand. It's like I have some secret goblin who eats a little bit of everything that rides with me in my car. As I'm driving down the road, excited/nervous to start a new part of my life, he's just sitting back there eating to his heart's content. I can just hear him, with his little menacing giggle "Heh, heh, heh... she only thought she wanted these shoes... and her remote for her TV... and her mouse for her laptop... and her photo album... yeah!" *munch* *munch* *munch*
Apparently, all mission cars are equipped with anti-munchy-goblin repellent. This is a tender mercy of the Lord that I was so grateful on my mission. But apparently it is ONLY reserved for missionaries.
"I will eat all of your cool stuff!"
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