Boyfriend Door

People I date more than actual boys:
Lyndsi & Ken
Adriana
The 3 girls I nanny
My bed

I'm not writing this because i'm some girl who is sad she doesn't go on dates.
I'm writing this because I think boys are dumb.
Refer here to see my other feelings about the subject.

Anyways, as an apartment we made a door for Valentines day asking for boyfriends.
It was a brilliant joke that was actually pretty successful.

We had boys stopping by our apartment to introduce themselves, numbers were being written on our door, and interviews began.  Eventually we printed out applications and stuck them on or door to be taken. They were full of important questions that could make or break our relationship.
Things like:

• How tall are you?
• Will you scrape the ice off our car?
• Can we have a sweatshirt?
• Would you rather be the big spoon or the little spoon? 

And the most important one...

• Can we write about you on our blog?

One particular application is the reason for this post.
This person had great answers and agreed that I could write about him on my blog.
BAM.

It was our first face to face interview. When we were done he interviewed us. He had us hug him, hold his hand, and made us role play to see how we would greet him when we see him in public. He asked questions like, "how would you feel if the person you're dating is busy with homework or extra activities and can't see you all the time?" Its understandable that people have lives, right? We all agreed that you don't have to be together all the time, but its still good to make the other person feel important.

Anyways, this was the boy I got set up with.
I was pretty psyched, we seemed to get along pretty well.
We had a date for a Friday but throughout the week he asked me if I could hangout.
I couldn't, I was geuinely busy.
Things came up on his side and our date for Friday was cancelled.
I texted him and asked if we could reschedule.
No answer.
I texted him a few days later and made a joke about how I was going to show up to his Q&A and ask him publicly why he wouldn't text me back, but I had class.
No answer.
I noticed his name was no longer in my phone, just his number.
He defriended me on facebook.

OKAY! Thats a reasonable response, right?
No. Way to be a girl.

Heres a note to all the boys i've ever stopped answering with no explanation, i'm sorry.
Heres a note to all the boys who stop answering girls with no explanation, you're stupid.

I didn't know this boy well enough to know whether or not I could like him.
But I was excited to hang out with him and get to know him better.
Turns out he sucks.

So heres my angsty I-Hate-Boys post.
And I don't feel bad about it at all because he said I could write about him on my blog.

Jokes on you.
Sucka.

Im Grateful...But Not About The Weather

I've always had a problem with dressing for the weather.

I have distinct memories of being at the Winslow Bay bustop in the rain/winter with no jacket, or not a jacket that could actually keep me warm. Or not thinking to cover my foot with a sock when I had a cast on so my toes wouldn't freeze. This wasn't my parents fault. It honestly just didn't cross my mind to put a real coat on. Along with this, I was lucky if I didn't wear pajamas to school, or if I even brushed my hair. 

This happened to me today.

I know I live in Utah and I know its always freezing for 7 out of the 12 months and I still can't seem to dress right for the weather. I just forget how cold it actually is. This morning when I was walking to school I had on leggings and my brothers sweatshirt. These clothes would be acceptable in North Carolina weather where 30 degrees is freezing and the end of the world. Again, I live in Utah. It was 19 degrees.  As I was walking it also occurred to me that I didn't brush my hair that morning, or put any makeup on.  Hi, I am still my 10 year old self. 

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Lately i've realized how many things I take for granted. 

I'm so grateful for the way I was raised. My parents taught me how to clean up after myself and how to care for my siblings. These lessons have gotten me the jobs I have today.

I love being a nanny, although its really hard. 

I love seeing how i've rubbed off on them, even if I don't realize it.

I love calling those girls suckas. 

"Come on suckas - Catch me suckas" etc. 

The other day I was getting all of them out of the bath and Cambree starts running around screaming, "NO PANTS, SUCKAS!"

I died, literally died. 

Cambree is also potty trained. Although, somedays I think she forgets that she is.

One day she peed her pants three times and I kept asking her if she was a big girl because big girls don't pee their pants. Later we were eating dinner and Cambree jumps down and runs away to the bathroom. A few minutes later she screams from upstairs, "Lacey! I'm a big girl!" 

I love my job. 

I also clean houses now. 

I get to lay out cotton balls drenched in peppermint to keep mice away from the food.

I get to kill bugs...lots of bugs.

Its not the most glorious job, but i'm good at it.

This also goes back to my parents.

At one point my mom went and printed out a detailed list of how to clean each room in our house, laminated it, and taped it to every door. This is where I learned. 

I'm also grateful for the people in my life.

My roommates.

The family i'm so lucky to have around.

The family I nanny for.

Boys who come and take our trash out everyday.

Boys who try to explain to me whats wrong with my car...even though I don't understand.

The friends I still have from high school. 

Im grateful for indoor plumbing.

And not having to walk in the snow because I have a car.

And being surrounded by so many great food places.

I hate being so far away, but I love my family.