Do you dream vividly? Man, I do.
When I was dating my now ex-boyfriend, I used to have startling dreams about his ex-wife. From what I know, she's not violent, but in my dreams, she would break into my house and attack me. I would wake up totally shaken and freaked out. But they subsided as my feelings for him subsided.
Yesterday, I had a conversation about him, so I guess he was in my subconscious-- fair game for dreamworld. I dreamt last night that I was in Florida for my friend's wedding (his soon-to-be sister-in-law), and his friends kept breaking into my hotel room. One morning, I woke up and the entire place was trashed. The next day, they had written mean things about me all over the walls and ceilings. The last day, I was taking a nap and the front door lock kept locking and unlocking (FYI: That's kinda a big fear of mine). I rushed the door, and a girl was outside. I pulled her inside and pinned her up against the wall. By the way, in dreamworld, I'm really strong. :) I asked her what her problem was. She said she couldn't believe I would say such terrible things about "ex-boyfriend." I asked her if she had any idea what he did to me! We talked for a minute, though I still had her pinned to the wall, and she realized maybe I wasn't such a crazy ex-girlfriend.
Then I woke up.
Sometimes I wish I knew what dreams mean. Am I scared of his friends? Not at all. Do I think they would try to avenge him? No. Do I still have feelings for him? No. But I guess he's still on my mind from time to time. Just weird how our brains work when we're sleeping.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wanna get under my skin? Here's how.
So, I'll be the first to admit that I'm a little obsessive about my Diet Cokes. They aren't cheap! In college, I was perfectly happy splitting a case with a roommate as long as we switched off buying them. If you ever come over to my house and I offer you a Diet Coke, count it a real priviledge. I don't do that for just anyone. If we're at a restaurant, you're more than welcome to drink some of mine because there are free refills. But otherwise, I'm pretty selfish with the D.C.
So, here's the reason for the rant:I work at an elementary school that is housed inside a church building. Yesterday, I bought a 12 pack of Diet Coke to put in the refrigerator here. It's nice to be able to walk down the hall and get one from the fridge. I even went to the trouble of putting a note on the front of the box: "Property of Christen Carter" I taped it over the opening, so someone would have to physically tear the paper off to reach the Diet Cokes. Well, I came to work today (which is Thursday...the day after youth service is held here), and SIX were gone!!!! HALF! Plus, my note was gone. Someone threw away my note and took half of my 12 pack!! Yes, it's just Diet Coke, but it's still stealing! I have half a mind to call their youth pastor, but I won't. UGH!
Don't take my Diet Cokes!
So, here's the reason for the rant:I work at an elementary school that is housed inside a church building. Yesterday, I bought a 12 pack of Diet Coke to put in the refrigerator here. It's nice to be able to walk down the hall and get one from the fridge. I even went to the trouble of putting a note on the front of the box: "Property of Christen Carter" I taped it over the opening, so someone would have to physically tear the paper off to reach the Diet Cokes. Well, I came to work today (which is Thursday...the day after youth service is held here), and SIX were gone!!!! HALF! Plus, my note was gone. Someone threw away my note and took half of my 12 pack!! Yes, it's just Diet Coke, but it's still stealing! I have half a mind to call their youth pastor, but I won't. UGH!
Don't take my Diet Cokes!
Thoughts
I've seen 3 car fires in the last month. Are cars not made like they used to be, or are people driving worse? All three were the results of wrecks. Sometimes I worry when I drive...
There's a lady I know who is in her late 40's, never married, and still looking. My biggest fear is to be her.
I should have been born in the 1800's. I love the women's dresses. I'm sure they were crazy hot, but they were beautiful.
I'm going to Sea World this weekend. Can't wait!
There's a lady I know who is in her late 40's, never married, and still looking. My biggest fear is to be her.
I should have been born in the 1800's. I love the women's dresses. I'm sure they were crazy hot, but they were beautiful.
I'm going to Sea World this weekend. Can't wait!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Hit the Nail on the Head
Have you ever heard of the book "Please Understand Me 2"? It has you take a test and then analyzes your personality. My former college roommate is obsessed with it. I took the test almost 2 years ago, and the results could not have been more dead-on. I felt like someone was reading me my biography. It was almost scary. Anyway... Facebook has a new application called "My Type" that essentially does the same thing. My results, yet again, were perfect. I think I am a bit of an extreme personality. What can I say? :)
All of that to say this, the relationship paragraph was like a page out of my journal. The test measures you in 4 areas, so ESFJ is just my type. I bolded the areas that are totally me:
"For the ESFJ, love means warmth and commitment. When ESFJs first fall in love, they show this warmth and concern for their partner in many tangible ways. They will send cards, notes, flowers, special gifts, and other mementos of their affection. If the partner casually mentions a desire for a specific thing, they will try to find just that thing. Once committed in a relationship, ESFJs tend to stay with it even when there is inconvenience to them and perhaps longer than may be healthy. They are able to bring out the best in their partners, even though it may mean putting their own needs second.
Because ESFJs are caring individuals, they expect to give and receive in their relationships. Because others may not be as thoughtful as the ESFJ, it is a possible source of disappointment to them if they expect the same awareness and caring on the part of the partner. ESFJs may take the end of the relationship as a personal failure.
ESFJs, when scorned, hurt all over and may need to take time to get over the relationship before pursuing a new one. They may too easily and incorrectly blame themselves for the unfavourable outcome and recall instances when perhaps they were not as giving as they might have been. However, ESFJs' standards for giving in a relationship are likely to be above those of some other types. At their worst when scorned, ESFJs can become spiteful and critical of the partner. Because ESFJs are keenly sensitive to others and are tuned in to emotional needs, they really know how to hurt a person in the rare instances when they choose to do so."
If you know me, you know how true this is. If you're on Facebook, go give it a try: http://apps.facebook.com/my-type/
Much love.
All of that to say this, the relationship paragraph was like a page out of my journal. The test measures you in 4 areas, so ESFJ is just my type. I bolded the areas that are totally me:
"For the ESFJ, love means warmth and commitment. When ESFJs first fall in love, they show this warmth and concern for their partner in many tangible ways. They will send cards, notes, flowers, special gifts, and other mementos of their affection. If the partner casually mentions a desire for a specific thing, they will try to find just that thing. Once committed in a relationship, ESFJs tend to stay with it even when there is inconvenience to them and perhaps longer than may be healthy. They are able to bring out the best in their partners, even though it may mean putting their own needs second.
Because ESFJs are caring individuals, they expect to give and receive in their relationships. Because others may not be as thoughtful as the ESFJ, it is a possible source of disappointment to them if they expect the same awareness and caring on the part of the partner. ESFJs may take the end of the relationship as a personal failure.
ESFJs, when scorned, hurt all over and may need to take time to get over the relationship before pursuing a new one. They may too easily and incorrectly blame themselves for the unfavourable outcome and recall instances when perhaps they were not as giving as they might have been. However, ESFJs' standards for giving in a relationship are likely to be above those of some other types. At their worst when scorned, ESFJs can become spiteful and critical of the partner. Because ESFJs are keenly sensitive to others and are tuned in to emotional needs, they really know how to hurt a person in the rare instances when they choose to do so."
If you know me, you know how true this is. If you're on Facebook, go give it a try: http://apps.facebook.com/my-type/
Much love.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Why try to conserve?
Why is it that when you're trying to conserve something, you many times do all but that?
One of my best friends eats all around the center of a cookie, since the middle is the best part, and many times her husband steals the last bite. Another friend found out her favorite lip gloss was being discontinued and bought 10 tubes. She misplaced 9.
This morning I was putting on my make up. Wait. Let me back up-- I have a favorite eye shadow. For the ladies out there, you know how the search for the perfect highlighting shadow takes years? Well, about 3 years ago, I stumbled upon Rimmel's Cool Touch eyeshadow. It starts creamy then dries and NEVER moves. I'm in a love relationship with this stuff, but for the life of me, I can't find it anymore in the store. It may have been discontinued. :( Back to my story. I have about 1/2 a tube left and try to use as little as possible each day. This morning, I wasn't paying attention (the result of putting make up on at work), and squeezed out about 5 times what I usually use! I tried to scoop some back into the nozzle, but it was fruitless. I wanted to cry.
In other news, it's Friday. This weekend should be loads of fun.
One of my best friends eats all around the center of a cookie, since the middle is the best part, and many times her husband steals the last bite. Another friend found out her favorite lip gloss was being discontinued and bought 10 tubes. She misplaced 9.
This morning I was putting on my make up. Wait. Let me back up-- I have a favorite eye shadow. For the ladies out there, you know how the search for the perfect highlighting shadow takes years? Well, about 3 years ago, I stumbled upon Rimmel's Cool Touch eyeshadow. It starts creamy then dries and NEVER moves. I'm in a love relationship with this stuff, but for the life of me, I can't find it anymore in the store. It may have been discontinued. :( Back to my story. I have about 1/2 a tube left and try to use as little as possible each day. This morning, I wasn't paying attention (the result of putting make up on at work), and squeezed out about 5 times what I usually use! I tried to scoop some back into the nozzle, but it was fruitless. I wanted to cry.
In other news, it's Friday. This weekend should be loads of fun.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Junior High
This past weekend I went home for Mother's Day. Since you can't tell your mother "no" on Mother's Day, I agreed to clean out my closet. Every time I've moved to and from college, to New Jersey, Houston, McKinney...more and more stuff has been left in that closet. I thought she wanted me to go through a few things, but she had a totally different idea. Everything either went to Goodwill, the trash, in the attic, or back to McKinney with me. Needless to say, I know where my organizational skills came from. :)
As I was pulling things out, I found some long lost treasures, to say the least. Three prom dress, a Chick Fil A work shirt, hundreds, maybe thousands, of pictures, cheerleading uniforms, and thousands of notes and letters. I relived 24 years of memories-- I've had some great times!
The notes and letters were probably the most interesting to me. Kelli (Cantwell) Mellema and I wrote dozens of letters back and forth. These were definitely the days before email. I'm pretty sure I've saved every card, letter, and note I've ever received. I got a real kick out of my junior high drama. Note after note asked who I liked, if I thought so-and-so would go out with her, and they were all signed the same way-- "I love ? You love ?" Of course, those question marks were replaced with the latest boyfriend-- Mark, Matt, Nathan, Chad, Adam, Matt again, Chad again.
Some excepts from my personal favorites:"Dear Christen, Don't show anyone this. For your eyes only. The thing that I said I knew is that you like my boyfriend. I can't tell you who told me. But I could tell you liked him. You're always talking about him. I'm pretty mad at you, well not really. I love you! Best friends forever! P.S. He doesn't like you."
"Dear Agent Jen (aka Christen), Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to find me a boyfriend. I think the guy I've been telling you about is over you-know-who, so try to get him to ask me out. This message will self-destruct in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BOOM"
I think I stopped breathing from laughter when I found a note that had obviously been crumpled up and found or stolen or something by me. It was a conversation between two unidentified people-- a guy and a girl. They were talking about someone, but the last line is what got me: "I can't believe you voted C.Carter prettiest just because of her butt." For the record, I was never voted prettiest, but I obviously caused some drama with my backside. ;)
Overall, I decided, I was pretty shallow, not always the best friend, and quite boy crazy. I'm glad things have changed. Well, two out of three is good. ;)
To a life full of crazy, wonderful, hysterical memories, I'm so glad I got to relive it for a weekend.
As I was pulling things out, I found some long lost treasures, to say the least. Three prom dress, a Chick Fil A work shirt, hundreds, maybe thousands, of pictures, cheerleading uniforms, and thousands of notes and letters. I relived 24 years of memories-- I've had some great times!
The notes and letters were probably the most interesting to me. Kelli (Cantwell) Mellema and I wrote dozens of letters back and forth. These were definitely the days before email. I'm pretty sure I've saved every card, letter, and note I've ever received. I got a real kick out of my junior high drama. Note after note asked who I liked, if I thought so-and-so would go out with her, and they were all signed the same way-- "I love ? You love ?" Of course, those question marks were replaced with the latest boyfriend-- Mark, Matt, Nathan, Chad, Adam, Matt again, Chad again.
Some excepts from my personal favorites:"Dear Christen, Don't show anyone this. For your eyes only. The thing that I said I knew is that you like my boyfriend. I can't tell you who told me. But I could tell you liked him. You're always talking about him. I'm pretty mad at you, well not really. I love you! Best friends forever! P.S. He doesn't like you."
"Dear Agent Jen (aka Christen), Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to find me a boyfriend. I think the guy I've been telling you about is over you-know-who, so try to get him to ask me out. This message will self-destruct in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BOOM"
I think I stopped breathing from laughter when I found a note that had obviously been crumpled up and found or stolen or something by me. It was a conversation between two unidentified people-- a guy and a girl. They were talking about someone, but the last line is what got me: "I can't believe you voted C.Carter prettiest just because of her butt." For the record, I was never voted prettiest, but I obviously caused some drama with my backside. ;)
Overall, I decided, I was pretty shallow, not always the best friend, and quite boy crazy. I'm glad things have changed. Well, two out of three is good. ;)
To a life full of crazy, wonderful, hysterical memories, I'm so glad I got to relive it for a weekend.
Nice to Meet You
I feel the need to reach through this computer screen, shake your hand, and welcome you to my life. How do I convey to you who I am in a mere few sentences? In college, I learned outlines communicate a lot of information in a small space. So, let's try bullet points.
- Can't really cook.
- Doesn't love to clean.
- Devours reality t.v.
- Has an old, fat cat.
- Has a knack for finding guys with issues.
- Longest relationship to date-- 6 months
- Isn't much for shopping.
- LOVES her family.
- Claims to love Coldplay. Doesn't really.
- Has moved 14 times.
- City girl by day, country girl at heart.
- Grew up in a Christian home, continues in these beliefs, promises not to force-feed them to you. :)
- Bachelor's in English
- Mid-twenties
- Worked as a flight attendant for 8 months
- Currently works at an elementary school
Hello! It's nice to have you. Grab a seat. It's been a wild ride thus far, and it doesn't look like anything's changing soon.
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