Today was an exciting day. I mean honestly, it was fantastic! It was Josh (my significant others') brother, Taylor's, graduation. OK, that was kind of confusing. Did you follow? Anyhow, we went and watched him walk, and cheered Taylor on as I fist pumped him. Yeah! You go boyfriend!
After this awesome gathering, Josh's family all got together for some celebrating. It was amazingly outrageous! We pulled out some family home videos, and laughed as we looked at the hot mullets the boys used to sport.
It's a shame those ever went out of style... ;-) This gave me a chance to stop and witness how great the family really is. We didn't require materialist things to have a good time. Just being able to have each others company was perfect enough. (now remember this because I will come back to it later!)
Unfortunately what happened next brought me back to reality. I received a call from my sixteen year old sister, who was in tears. It started out like this ".... Heidi, do you have time to talk with me..." My sisterly instincts immediately kicked in. "Of course I do..." We had a close conversation about someone (s) who chose to hurt her feelings. These someones were specifically boys. Oh how I love stupid boys. As she was explaining what was happening and what was being said to her; my own memories from being sixteen flooded my mind. I remembered what I was going through "when I was her age" and it was almost the same. As I tried to explain the fact that if these boys weren't treating her right blah blah blah not real friends blah blah I had a light bulb moment. I realized that after four years past my 16th birthday, I did not remember most of the boys last names of whom I had a "secret crush". I do however, remember being upset that what's his bucket didn't text me after we had a "flirting 2 second eye glance at each other" in front of my English teacher's classroom
Why in the WORLD did I let these boys I associated with, have so much power over my happiness? Why could I not realize that in a couple years, I would understand that even though " I thought he was the one" he really wasn't. Why did I not connect that my parents were REALLY on my side, and not trying to sabotage my "amazing social life". I longed as I talked to my sister that she could please understand this. I don't want her to shed as many tears that I did, for boys that treated me less than I was, or am now.
I know that I don't have a chance to be sixteen all over again, but my sister is living it now. So I dedicate this little blog to her, that she can know the things I know now.
1) Boys who don't treat you like the Daughter of God that you are, are not worth keeping around
2) Mom and Dad REALLY DO know what they are talking about :)
3) Instead of trying to build relationships with boys, focus on building relationships with your family. As I have grown up more, my sisters and brothers have become my best friends. Focus on them, and becoming closer to our Heavenly Father.
Lastly, I love my family. I love how blessed I am. I am grateful for the experiences I faced in high school, so now I can help my sister make it through them. Thank you.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Being nice... or Flirting?
I am one of those lucky creatures that has the pleasure of working at a bank. It's just great. Paid Holidays, working a not too shabby 845-615 schedule everyday, so on and so forth. I love the people I work with. Funny how actually liking your co-workers can make a HUGE difference in the day. Thus is life. I have run into only a couple hiccups in my experience at this bank.
1.) Socially awkward boys and...
2.) Socially awkward girlfriends of the socially awkward boys.
At my job, it is a expected to have great customer service. This includes smiling, talking, and trying to sell a 2nd checking account. For some reason however, this gets interpreted by some as "getting hit on" by their local teller. Why you ask? I guess it is sexy for some to hear a blue-eyed, blonde hair, slightly plump teller ask " can I print you a new balance?" But, it sure has gotten me in trouble. Instead of answering questions about how much interest they could be receiving on a savings account; I am badgered with demands to know if I am married or have kids. Interesting.. ehh..?
I don't flirt with them if that's what you are thinking. I really don't. Here: read on and choose for yourself if I am or not.
Guy #1. Silly Teenager tellers are for banking!
This little 17 year old was just lovely. I liked helping him "reach his financial goals", and he was just a fun guy to talk with. However, I guess it was time to express his love for me. It started like this "Finally YOU get to help me!" ...." I know, right? It's about time!"
He then continued "Well, I usually let people skip me in line, so you can help me, but it never works out. I mean you ARE my favorite" ... oh goodness.. where do I go with this, thanks kid but.... "Well, that's awfully kind of you" ... I should probably wrap this up... "Can I do anything else for you?" .... and of course he had to throw in... "Not until I am eighteen..." this was followed by a very long three second stare and a uncomfortable courtesy laugh. Well... big gulps huh....?
Crazy girlfriend #1.
When couples come in, I love asking how long they have been dating, and how they met; you know the fun questions. Well, this darling couple came in, and of course I was talking with them, building a customer relationship. Apparently, some girlfriends just don't like it when ANYONE talks or even look at their boyfriend. I didn't realize that this was how she was. They seemed normal enough, I made their deposit and then they left. Well... a couple days later havoc broke lose. The girlfriend, who was CONVINCED that her boyfriend was indeed cheating with ME on her... stormed into my bank and closed out all of her accounts. She then threatened that if I ever talk to them again, I would be in for a ride. Awesome.
These are a couple of the lovely experiences I get to have everyday... Maybe it'd be better if I was rude and snobbish, then I wouldn't risk "flirting" with all the random men/boys/whatevers I talk to. hmmm... well lesson learned. Good talk. :)
1.) Socially awkward boys and...
2.) Socially awkward girlfriends of the socially awkward boys.
At my job, it is a expected to have great customer service. This includes smiling, talking, and trying to sell a 2nd checking account. For some reason however, this gets interpreted by some as "getting hit on" by their local teller. Why you ask? I guess it is sexy for some to hear a blue-eyed, blonde hair, slightly plump teller ask " can I print you a new balance?" But, it sure has gotten me in trouble. Instead of answering questions about how much interest they could be receiving on a savings account; I am badgered with demands to know if I am married or have kids. Interesting.. ehh..?
I don't flirt with them if that's what you are thinking. I really don't. Here: read on and choose for yourself if I am or not.
Guy #1. Silly Teenager tellers are for banking!
This little 17 year old was just lovely. I liked helping him "reach his financial goals", and he was just a fun guy to talk with. However, I guess it was time to express his love for me. It started like this "Finally YOU get to help me!" ...." I know, right? It's about time!"
He then continued "Well, I usually let people skip me in line, so you can help me, but it never works out. I mean you ARE my favorite" ... oh goodness.. where do I go with this, thanks kid but.... "Well, that's awfully kind of you" ... I should probably wrap this up... "Can I do anything else for you?" .... and of course he had to throw in... "Not until I am eighteen..." this was followed by a very long three second stare and a uncomfortable courtesy laugh. Well... big gulps huh....?
Crazy girlfriend #1.
When couples come in, I love asking how long they have been dating, and how they met; you know the fun questions. Well, this darling couple came in, and of course I was talking with them, building a customer relationship. Apparently, some girlfriends just don't like it when ANYONE talks or even look at their boyfriend. I didn't realize that this was how she was. They seemed normal enough, I made their deposit and then they left. Well... a couple days later havoc broke lose. The girlfriend, who was CONVINCED that her boyfriend was indeed cheating with ME on her... stormed into my bank and closed out all of her accounts. She then threatened that if I ever talk to them again, I would be in for a ride. Awesome.
These are a couple of the lovely experiences I get to have everyday... Maybe it'd be better if I was rude and snobbish, then I wouldn't risk "flirting" with all the random men/boys/whatevers I talk to. hmmm... well lesson learned. Good talk. :)
and.. Here. We. GO.
SO...
I'm giving this whole blogging idea a try.. I mean who wouldn't, you can write whatever you want, and people can either A. Ignore it, B. Laugh at your ranting and or story telling, OR C. also get the blogging bug, just as I did. I think that it will be good for me though. I will be able to write down little notes to help myself realize that I am indeed blessed, and have a "pretty much amazing life" :)
I'm giving this whole blogging idea a try.. I mean who wouldn't, you can write whatever you want, and people can either A. Ignore it, B. Laugh at your ranting and or story telling, OR C. also get the blogging bug, just as I did. I think that it will be good for me though. I will be able to write down little notes to help myself realize that I am indeed blessed, and have a "pretty much amazing life" :)
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