Sunday, October 26, 2014

fall colors

i have a problem with sightseeing as i'm driving. this is especially true during the fall season. the changing leaves make for a perfect picture and i just die to jump out of the car and snap one. but i can't because i'm usually running late for work. or busy avoiding work and driving to a different base. or trying to get the back windshield wiper to stop going. i always manage to make it work when i don't need it but i can't figure out how to make it go when i do need it. true story. anyway, today, i decided it was time to give in to my craving and take pictures of the fall foliage. i went to the lake down the road and it was gorgeous. there was even a little sun. that's pretty impressive for a date this late in the year here.



^this one is my favorite. it breaks nearly every rule i was taught in my photography classes but i think it's absolutely perfect.



aren't these beautiful? baby, just say yes. (taylor swift reference. seven hours 'til the new album!)

all my love,
E

Saturday, October 25, 2014

on flooding cars

i was supposed to have today off. i had today off up until about 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon. life was good until 4. life is always good when it's friday and you think you're sleeping in the next morning because, hey, it's saturday. but no. at 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon, i was told to be to work at 7:30 the next morning. at least my bank account would be looking a bit less lonely. i guess.

7:30 comes fast on a saturday morning. did you know that? it does.

we had to set up the fields for the games. bring out the first aid kits, trash cans, and (very important for this story) the water coolers. and, because tackle football had to use our van on a different base this morning, i had to use my own rental car to transport all the stuff to the fields. four coolers in the back & trash bags, first aid kits, and a coworker in the front. we were off. we got three of the fields done and we were heading to the last one when 'thunk' happened. what is 'thunk'? 'thunk' is the cooler flipping over in the trunk of the car. a brand new car. registered on the 12th of august. brand new. we pulled over to try and grab it before all the water poured out but i couldn't figure out the trunk button. it wasn't working. the car was flooding. my life was over.

we finally got the trunk open and found the empty cooler but i didn't see any water. i believe in miracles. i was hoping that's what this was. i mean, things were a little wet, but there weren't any puddles of water. so back to the warehouse we went, filled up the cooler again and put it back in the car. it didn't fall over this time. i drove carefully.

at 10 o'clock, the games began i was under the impression that the car was fine.

now lets fast forward through me getting hit on by a ref & me letting it happen because i was cold and wanted to wear his coat. fast forward through me dancing down the lane of a closed down bowling alley to "dear future husband" by meghan trainor. fast forward through me illegally driving a vehicle and my coworkers making me believe i broke the engine. fast forward through me receiving a text that said, "btw, [so and so] told me that you're in love with me, hahaha." (ps, so and so is totally getting his trash kicked on wednesday). fast forward through me crying (literally) as a coworker wheeled me around on a dolly while i was imagining myself falling face first on the pavement. and fast forward through me getting dared to climb to the top of an old, abandoned air traffic control tower that i am convinced was haunted. it's now 6 o'clock.

"mom, don't get mad, but a water cooler fell over in the back of the rental. it's just a bit wet." -me
"how much water spilled out?!" -mom
"all of it?" -me

it turns out that a miracle didn't happen and all the water gathered in the wheel well. there was a good four inches of water just chilling there. and the back seats of the car had water lines on them. and were soaked. so there we were sopping up water with towels and wringing them out in the bushes. and there i was, in the garage, using a wet/dry vacuum to suck all the water out of the trunk. it was a mess. a mess that wouldn't have happened if i was given the day off. at least my dad thought it was funny. and so did the neighbors.

"good job washing the inside of the car."
"where does she get the blonde from?"

but, in my defense, i wholeheartedly believe that it is better to flood a car than to crash it.

all my love,
E

Sunday, October 12, 2014

guy talk

working at a youth sports program has its perks. my hours allow me to sleep in almost every morning. i get paid to play soccer every afternoon. i don't have to say "credit or debit" anymore. it's wonderful.

and some of our coaches are pretty cute. and by cute i mean hot. it took me a good two weeks to even speak a word to one of them. even then i couldn't look him in the eye. even still.

"just talk to him. he's just a person." -friend
"uhm, no. he's not. he's gorgeous. too gorgeous to talk to." -me
"stop being dramatic." -friend
"i'm not being dramatic. you need to come see this." -me
"it's like you're 15 again." -friend
"no. it's like theo james just walked out of a tv screen and got lost so now he's coaching one of our football teams." -me
"oh, boy." -friend
"more like oh, man." -me

fast forward two months later. cute coach finds it funny i spent a month not being able to look at his face and i find myself driving out to the east football field to get some papers signed by his coaching team. any excuse to get out of the office, right? papers get signed (and also dropped in a puddle, whoops) and then i stick around because, helllooo, why would i leave?

everyone clears out except me, duh, and two of the coaches. the conversations that took place at this point were just amusing. i never knew guys had their own version of girl talk. maybe they don't know it either but they do.

i listened to them talk about birth control. and how it takes forever to wear off (or so they think). and how girls want to test myths about certain races and certain sizes, if ya catch my drift. they even talked about cooking. cooking chocolate bread. clothes were discussed. and how you need to tell girls when you love them. or something like that. i only half listened at that point because there was a girl learning stick shift in the parking lot and my car was right in the line of fire.

anyway. it's just stuff i thought only girls talked about together. i don't know why it amazes me that guys talk about this stuff with each other. like really. birth control. my mind is blown. i just always assumed that guys stuck to the usual "hey, did you catch the game last night? yeah, so and so threw the ball to blah blah blah and crossed that white line thing. it was freakin' awesome, man." but maybe not.

i'm still not over it.

all my love,
E.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

the beginning

first everythings posts are always the worst so let's just power through this one, deal? i forced myself to take a spontaneous trip down memory lane the other day. that's right, i visited my former blog. that was something. nostalgic is probably the best word for what it was. life is so different from what it was in those posts. so instead of trying to update that space, why not make a new one? : )

and if you caught my friends reference in the first line of this post, we'll be friends for sure.

all my love,
E.


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