Blonde Moments

   If you're anything like I am, you hate having blonde moments. Really, you don't mind that much, as long as you're the only one who knows about whatever your blonde moment might have been.
 I had a blonde moment today, actually it lasted more then a moment, it lasted half of an hour.
 My boss called and told me to change the gas prices around 6:30. I don't mind changing the gas prices, it's easy and I've probably done it less then thirty times, but still it's easy. Although it's easy I still hate changing them because I don't want to mess up and accidentally change the prices wrong, and I can't change them while people are pumping gas, so I have to go out there and ask them to wait. Almost most people don't mind waiting, I feel like I'm being rude, especially if the prices are going up; like they were tonight.
  It was decently busy, or at least the pumps were, I was started to worry because I needed to send Ash home at 7:00, but I couldn't change the prices because the pumps were just to busy. Finally at 7:05 the pumps were empty, Ash offered to stay for a minute to make sure no one pumped. That was awesome. I did every step careful, trying not to mess up. Once I got done, Ash checked to see if the prices on the pump had changed. They didn't. It still said 2.10. By the time she came in and told me, the pumps were full again. Grr. I waited, once they were empty I tried changing the prices again, doing every step even more careful then the first time, just in case I had missed a step, which caused it not to change. Ash went back outside to see if the prices had changed, it still didn't work. At this point, I'm so confused and have no idea what's going on, so I call my sister (the manger) and asked her what to do. I asked Ash to stay longer also, so I could figure this out without having to watch the register. My sister asked me to try changing the prices one more time, so I waited for people to finish  pumping and I tried changing it again. Once again, I was very careful doing all the steps. Still nothing. At this point I decided it wasn't me and lost hope of being able to change the prices without calling my boss, whom I hate bothering. My sister told me to try clearing the DCR's. Which basically just resets the pumps. She told me where to find the instructions on how to do it. As I followed these instructions I was even more careful, I had never done this before at all, so I didn't want to make things worst. Clearing the DCR's took about 10 minutes. Once they were cleared my sister told me to change the gas prices one more time, then if this didn't work I would just have to call my boss. I waited for a lady to finish pumping then I started to change the prices, as I was doing the last step, I realized something. I was hitting the  ''yes'' button, not ''enter'' like I usually do... Sure enough, after I hit the enter button the prices changed. I can't even describe how stupid I felt at that moment. I had wasted Saddie's (my sister), Ash's and my own time. Half an hour wasted just because I was being blonde! Wow. I'm just so glad I realized what  I was doing wrong before I called my boss.
 Everyone I told this story to said the same thing. ''Everyone has moments like that.'' I still tried and bring myself down over this, I know it wasn't anything big but I still felt stupid.
 The thing is, everyone's response couldn't have been anymore right. Blonde moments are just a part of life, they happen to everyone. There's no getting around it. There's no need to bring myself down over anything, especially just a blonde moment like that. In five years nobody is going to be mad over that incident, most likely they won't remember it. So lighten up, and laugh at your blonde moments, and make the best out of them.

                                                                                                                                                03-18-2015

Just Like That Tree

  It was a slow night, I had already had everything done so I didn't care that I was texting my boyfriend while working, I had less then an hour left anyways. One of my favorite customers came in. He saw I was on my phone, normally I try to hide when I am, but I didn't care that night.
  “Aren't you suppose to be cleaning?” He asked jokingly. He's one of the customers that usually comes in the same time I mop, so it's very rare for him to see me doing anything else but cleaning.
  “Nope, already got everything done.“ I smiled.
  “Facebooking?” He asked, seriously now.
  “No, texting.“ I smiled once again.
  “What did you just say?” He looked shocked.
  I looked at him straight in the eye so he understood me this time. “Texting.“
  “Oh okay,” He looked relieved. “I thought you said sexting”
  “Oh definitely not.” I felt ashamed just hearing that word.
  “Okay good. A good Christian girl like yourself shouldn't be doing things like that.“
  “I would never do that.” I felt guilty, I had done that before, and now I'm lying about it.




  Kevin and I went walking through some woods earlier today. During our walk there was a creek with a fallen down tree laying perfectly across the creek. Kevin just walked around it.
  “What you don't want to walk across it?“
  “No, it probably is sturdy, but just in case.” I went around it as well and saw there was a big crack in the middle of the tree.
  “There's a crack.“
  “See, good thing we didn't walk across it.” He paused for a moment. “Sometimes things look sturdy, but they aren't really.”




  I felt like that tree that had fallen down. On the outside everyone sees this perfect little Christian girl who would never do anything like sext. Someone who knows what she believes and will stick with it no matter what. Someone who can conquer temptations of any kind. Someone who has it all together. Someone strong. Someone godly. Everyone sees someone I'm not, just like that customer did.
  Here lately, I've been feeling anything but sturdy. I feel like I'm putting on this act, pretending to be someone I'm not. Someone I want to be. Pretending to be this sturdy girl, when it reality I'm not sturdy on the inside. I'm broken, just like that tree. I have fallen and I don't know how to get up. I don't know how to get out of this mess I've created. I'm stuck.
  The amazing thing is, it doesn't matter how stuck I am. It doesn't matter how far I've fallen. Jesus will always be here to help me up. I can't do it on my own, but with him I can do anything, Through my weakness Jesus makes me strong. Isn't that cool? We all have some sort of weakness, but Jesus will use our weaknesses to work though us and make us stronger then we ever thought possible. 

                                                                                                                                                03-22-2015

Romans 8:28

  I haven't wrote in my blog in what feels like forever, so I'm gonna share a little of what has been up here lately. If you're wondering why haven't been writing here lately, there are a few different reasons. Sometimes I feel like there really isn't much of a point in this blog, so I don't write. Other times, I try to write, but everything I write doesn't seem interesting, so I don't continue to write. Other times, I simply have nothing to write about, so I don't. I know these are all excuses and I need to quit coming up with reasons why I'm not writing and just write, so that's what I'm doing now.
   I wrote "God's Got This Under Control" back in September. I was freaked out about losing so many hours, so I tried to find a part time job, but I never found one, and honestly I didn't look very hard. It wasn't but maybe two weeks and I had completely forgot about looking for another job and my mind became preoccupied with someone.
 As the winter started to approach I got more worried about my hours, but I decided to do option #1, even though at the time I wrote God's Got This Under Control I was dead set on doing everything but this option. I don't regret my decision just to 'stick it out and wait' at all. If I would have done option #2 'quit and find another job' I would have never really met the most amazingly awesome guy ever, Kevin, which I met two weeks later. If I would have done option #3 'find a part time job, and work two jobs' I wouldn't have had any time for Kevin.
  Almost every week I had the same amount of hours; thirty six hours. I only lost three hours! I know it all adds up, but it still wasn't worth all the stress of having two jobs.The three hour lost turned out to be a good thing. It wasn't really much of a lost. I was able to finish Penn Foster (a program for getting your high school diploma) faster, I had three extra hours to work on it, those three hours helped a lot. I finished in February, it would have took me a little longer to finish if I hadn't gained three hours a week.
 Winter is now over, and my hours are finally back to normal! As of last week I'm getting thirty nine hours! This is awesome! Not only did I miss my hours, but I missed my old routine, and I'm so glad it's back.
 I know this is probably a lot of useless words, but my main point is God really did have this situation under control. I knew it at the time, but now looking back I can actually see the bigger picture, versus before I could only see my problem, and hope it was going to be okay; Now I know it was okay. Everything turned out perfect. God always knows what's he doing even though we don't understand it. He sees the bigger picture and we need to learn how to trust God and know that his plan is even greater then we could ever imagine.      
   ^{Romans 8:28} And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

                                                                                                                                                03-17-2015

It's Not Worth It

 Sometimes people really bother me. This kid comes in who is 18, maybe 19.
  "You know the other lady that works here." He paused waiting for my response.
  "Ah, yeah. Ash? The one with the glasses?"
  "I  think, I'm  not sure." He rolled his eyes. "The crazy eyed one."
  "Yeah, that's Ash." Honestly, I've never noticed her "crazy  eye", but the only reason I still knew it was  her was because my boyfriend told me she had one.
 "Anyways, she freakin' (Okay, the word he used here did start  with  a F, but  it wasn't exactly this word. I won't repeat it.) carded me." I wasn't exactly sure what to say to this. "And I didn't have it one me, it was in my truck."
 "Uh yeah." I paused for a brief second. "We're suppose to card any one under 27." He looked shocked.
 "Oh, I didn't know that." His friend patted him on the back. "You must like me, you never card me."
  "I never card you because I remember carding you last year when you first turned 18..." Yes, in case any one was wondering I have an excellent memory.

Later as that night progressed another guy came in with two of his cousins.  I looked at the guy and thought he was gonna buy some tobacco and thought that he's probably still to young. When they got to the cash register the oldest cousin bought a pack of cigarettes. As they was leaving the guy started talking to his cousins.
 He said "The other day I went to the gas station  and they freakin' (Once again, I changed the word.) carded me! He paused waiting for her response, but then decided not to give her a chance to say anything. "I mean seriously, I know I don't look younger than 18."
Are you kidding me? Both these boys were under 20, I know that much for a fact. Why is it so shocking to them that someone carded them? By law we really are suppose to ID anyone under 27 for tobacco products. Not to mention, by law you are suppose to have your ID on you for us to sell it to you, even if we know you're over 18.
I've said it before, and I will say it again, it's not worth the fine if I got caught selling to someone underage. Enough said.
03-07-2015