Um.

What is up with...

What can one say about...

Like I always say, uh...sigh.

You say take this.
This medicine is just what you diserve.
Swallow, choke and die.

Gotta love the true emo that is Dashboard Confessional.

Time even did a story about it.

The Bandwagon

Since people are posting lists, at least two people, I'm going to post a list.

What I won't miss about working for Wal*Mart.

1. Screaming children whose parents don't/can't remedy the situation. Reinforcement of negative behavior.
2. Pushy customers. Not just regular customers but associates as well.
3. Parents that insist on bringing their children to the store at 11:00 PM.
4. Understaffing.
5. A paycheck that makes me hold my breath.
6. The phrase, "It's new. You'll get used to it."
7. People that don't say "Thank you."
8. The married man in his mid-40s that insists on flirting with me.
9. The deli associate that looks over my shoulder assuming she will learn her job through osmosis.
10. How did I become the lead of every shift?
11. Being the lone deli closer.

That's some of it.

More to come?

President's Day

What a day. I hope you all know the reason behind this day off school and work. It is to celebrate the birthdays of these men.

a.

b.

United States Citizenship Test.

Click on the helpful like above to see if you could be a citizen of these great United States.

Who emancipated the slaves?

Who was the first President of the United States?

Happy President's Day.

I'm just going to tell them that I have nothing to say.

There's a great FFA schedule coming up. I'd like to see more of that.

If you vote for me, all your wildest dreams will come true.

Don't argue with me. Especally if you don't vote.

Heavenly Father broke them all when he made me: I'm a registered Utah Democrat member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints who is a female vehicle mechanic in the Army. If that doesn't break molds then I don't know what does.

I went to my dad's house for Valentine's dinner with him, his wife and his wife's mom. Things were going splendidly until one dreaded topic was crossed: politics. My dad is staunch Republican. To start a heated debate tell my father you don't vote and then tell him how you think the country should be run.

My step-mom and my step-grandma haven't voted in 20 years. They told my father that their votes don't count because they live in a right-wing state. My dad's rebuttal, "Who did you vote for?" Of course your vote won't count if you don't vote.

I told them that voting is a right. Their rebuttal, "No it's not." That shocked me.

There are two wars going on. Count them: Afghanistan and Iraq.

We went into Afghanistan in 2001. We went into Iraq in 2003. They are two different wars no matter what the media tells you.

My step-grandma told me I went to Afghanistan because of President Bush. My rebuttal (oh, I'm yelling at this point because they won't listen to me if I'm using my indoor voice), "I went to Afghanistan for 3,000 people that died in New York. I went to Afghanistan for him (I pointed to my dad). I went for you two."

"No you didn't," they told me.

Don't tell me why I do things. You have no idea how my mind works.

If this post makes no sense to you, I'm sorry. I'm still a little miffed that people want to change these great United States but do nothing about it. I'm miffed that they are uneducated. I'm miffed that they don't listen.

Come with me.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Relationships.

Jeremy brought up that a relationship post is more up my alley. So I shall post about relationships.

I am currently unaffiliated. I just want to be Allison and get to know who would be a good fit for me. One requirement: willingness to rub my feet. Maybe that's in the heat of the moment. I got back from work where I'm on my feet for a long time.

That's beside the point.

Relationships require a lot of energy which I am, at times, willing to spend. I agree with Michelle when she says it can't be forced. When one person is feeling it and the other isn't that causes problems. Sometimes a relationship is accidental like those flats, sharps and naturals in a piece of music. But are those really accidents? They help the music not to have accidents.

Not the point.

National Single Awareness Day. We are one week a way. One of two days a year 1-800-flowers and Flower Patch are inundated with orders. I'm talking roses, my friend, roses. There are all different kinds but white, I think, are the most beautiful. Now, men that are reading this blog, I say unto you don't go buy me flowers until we have a dating relationship. Buying a girl flowers that just wants to be your friend really freaks her out! And when I say "a girl" I mean "me." Then I don't know what to say because I feel I strung you on and there's that awkwardness whenever we are in the same room and it just gets all messy and sticky.

I digress.

My point.

Like I've said before, I want a relationship with a member of the opposite sex but I don't think I'm ready for it. When will I be ready for it? I don't know. It's not in the cards. Heavenly Father is holding a pair when I only have high card.

The Union.