The reality of the town I live in became very apparent to me recently. I moved to PA from New Jersey when I was in 9th grade. Talk about culture shock. I went from living in the suburbs, to a small red neck town called Sciota. Has anyone even heard of Sciota? I didn't think so. Thats probably because its the smallest town in the world. Well, not the smallest town in the world ... but pretty damn small.
Don't get me wrong, I love the house we live in now. Especially since the kitchen has been re-modeled. My house sits right on the creek, and my deck goes over the water. Its actually a really nice spot. However, we are surrounded by three bars, all which draw in the drinking population of the town... Which is pretty much everyone. Not including my Father anymore, thank God. People in my town, love to drink. I know this because I work in the gas station in the center of my town, and the regulars don't always look their best in the mornings... probably due to hangovers and whatnot.
Anyway, I was looking at something in the backyard that my brother was trying to show me, when a huge tractor went putting by. There was some guy driving it, and there was a this very loud woman with a cowboy hat hanging off the back. I looked at my little brother and said, "do we seriously live here?" The answer was obvious. Yes, we seriously live in a town with tractors, and drunken hill-billies.
California, here I come.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Moving forward
The end of Summer has made itself clear with a first day of school and chilly day. It's kind of sad how fast the Summer came and went, but it was one that I will remember for a while.
The majority of my Summer was amazing, but the fun came to a screeching halt in the last two weeks. I went through a pretty rough breakup, and had some serious family issues. However, I learned some valuable lessons about love and family. I have had sometime to re-evaluate what is important to me, and where my values are at. I came out with the conclusions that I just might need to spend some time working on myself, because I have a few things that might need some improvement.
Anyway, the first day of classes went well. I have the same professor for ethics, as a I had for intro. to philosophy. He's nice guy, but a very, very boring guy. I'm also taking math, writing for computers, writing creative non-fiction and English lit. Just another semester at good old East Stroudsburg University.
The majority of my Summer was amazing, but the fun came to a screeching halt in the last two weeks. I went through a pretty rough breakup, and had some serious family issues. However, I learned some valuable lessons about love and family. I have had sometime to re-evaluate what is important to me, and where my values are at. I came out with the conclusions that I just might need to spend some time working on myself, because I have a few things that might need some improvement.
Anyway, the first day of classes went well. I have the same professor for ethics, as a I had for intro. to philosophy. He's nice guy, but a very, very boring guy. I'm also taking math, writing for computers, writing creative non-fiction and English lit. Just another semester at good old East Stroudsburg University.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Time for a change
My heart hurts. Not because I have high cholesterol and I didn't run a marathon. My heart hurts because I found out this weekend that my feelings were disposable to some people. I took my anger and sadness and put it in the wrong place, and found out first hand the reality of other peoples lives.
Besides my emotional train wreck of a weekend, my family has suffered a bit of a crash itself. This weekend we tore out our kitchen, and workers came in to fully transform our shitty (to say the least) kitchen, into a space we can enjoy together. My mom came home for the weekend to help out. My father, being the alchoholic that he his, decided on Saturday that he would have some people over in the afternoon and start drinking. All while my mom, brother and the workers are busting their asses trying get all the work done. My dad got pretty drunk eventually and decided to drive down to a friends house. He ran into a DUI checkpoint and got busted. My 16 year old brother had to pick him up from Pocono Medical Center and take him home. My father was so embarassed, and my mother wanted nothing to do with the situation, since his drinking is the reason she left in the first place.
Maybe it's time for some change around here. Maybe a new kitchen and living room can come with some new attitudes about life. My father might realize that he doesnt need to drink to be happy, and I dont need someone else to keep me happy. Maybe if my father stopped drinking, my mom would come home. Maybe if I had a little more confidence in my self, I wouldnt be so utterly crushed when I find out that people dont care as much as I thought they did.
Everything will be fine, though. Our new kitchen and living room should be done in the next two days, my father might decided to stop drinking, and i'll move on eventually. As times change, so do we. And we need to accept that change, or there is no moving forawrd.
Besides my emotional train wreck of a weekend, my family has suffered a bit of a crash itself. This weekend we tore out our kitchen, and workers came in to fully transform our shitty (to say the least) kitchen, into a space we can enjoy together. My mom came home for the weekend to help out. My father, being the alchoholic that he his, decided on Saturday that he would have some people over in the afternoon and start drinking. All while my mom, brother and the workers are busting their asses trying get all the work done. My dad got pretty drunk eventually and decided to drive down to a friends house. He ran into a DUI checkpoint and got busted. My 16 year old brother had to pick him up from Pocono Medical Center and take him home. My father was so embarassed, and my mother wanted nothing to do with the situation, since his drinking is the reason she left in the first place.
Maybe it's time for some change around here. Maybe a new kitchen and living room can come with some new attitudes about life. My father might realize that he doesnt need to drink to be happy, and I dont need someone else to keep me happy. Maybe if my father stopped drinking, my mom would come home. Maybe if I had a little more confidence in my self, I wouldnt be so utterly crushed when I find out that people dont care as much as I thought they did.
Everything will be fine, though. Our new kitchen and living room should be done in the next two days, my father might decided to stop drinking, and i'll move on eventually. As times change, so do we. And we need to accept that change, or there is no moving forawrd.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Let the construction begin
I live in a little house, in a little town. Not only is my house little, but its old too. We have old kitchen cabinets, old floors, old furniture, old everything. However, we have all new counter tops, cabinets, floors, and microwave out in our shed. These things have been sitting out there for years waiting for my father to find the motivation to install them.
Now, the time has come. We decided that it's time to fix up and expand our kitchen. This means knocking out half my bedroom, and taking down a few walls. It's going to be a project, but in the end we will have nice new floors and a up to date looking kitchen. Everyone is pitching in their time and effort to get this job done.
Today we cleaned out my entire room and put all my crap into bins. It's amazing how much stuff I managed to accumulate over the years. I found things that reminded me of high school, things that reminded me of old boyfriends and things that I just didn't want to find.
Now I'm tired and soar from lifting and moving things. I think me and Bryan will sit on the deck with a bottle of Jagermeister for the remainder of the evening, and talk about important things like politics and global warming, ha.
until next time
Now, the time has come. We decided that it's time to fix up and expand our kitchen. This means knocking out half my bedroom, and taking down a few walls. It's going to be a project, but in the end we will have nice new floors and a up to date looking kitchen. Everyone is pitching in their time and effort to get this job done.
Today we cleaned out my entire room and put all my crap into bins. It's amazing how much stuff I managed to accumulate over the years. I found things that reminded me of high school, things that reminded me of old boyfriends and things that I just didn't want to find.
Now I'm tired and soar from lifting and moving things. I think me and Bryan will sit on the deck with a bottle of Jagermeister for the remainder of the evening, and talk about important things like politics and global warming, ha.
until next time
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Scary movies and evil brothers
Last night my brother and my boyfriend made me go see the movie "The Collector." For anyone who is unfamiliar with this movie, it is about a man who attempts to rob his boss's home, but discovers that there is already a mad man inside the home who has taken over the family. It sort of reminded me of the Saw movies, and it should because it was made by the same people.
The movie was just another overly gory film that had me closing my eyes the entire time. I didn't like it and knew that I was going to have nightmares. Not because I was scared of the movie, but gory graphic movies always give me nightmares.
My little brother thought it would be funny to scare the piss out of me later that night. He succeeded. I was laying on the couch in the living room and could hear my brother walking around upstairs. So my cleaver little brother, attached a flashlight to a rope and threw it out of his bedroom window. He started slamming the flashlight against the side of the house, making it seem like someone was trying to break in. I freaked out, I couldn't even move.
After screaming for a little while, my brother decided to come downstairs and tell me that it was just him trying to scare me. I hate when he does shit like that.
Until next time
The movie was just another overly gory film that had me closing my eyes the entire time. I didn't like it and knew that I was going to have nightmares. Not because I was scared of the movie, but gory graphic movies always give me nightmares.
My little brother thought it would be funny to scare the piss out of me later that night. He succeeded. I was laying on the couch in the living room and could hear my brother walking around upstairs. So my cleaver little brother, attached a flashlight to a rope and threw it out of his bedroom window. He started slamming the flashlight against the side of the house, making it seem like someone was trying to break in. I freaked out, I couldn't even move.
After screaming for a little while, my brother decided to come downstairs and tell me that it was just him trying to scare me. I hate when he does shit like that.
Until next time
Monday, August 3, 2009
mondays
Monday again. I don't mind the beginning of the week as much as most people do. Thats probably because I really like my job. I picked up this part time job working in a gas station by my house this summer. I work from about 430am until 9am. It's really not that bad at all. I make decent money and all I do is make coffee and talk to the regular customers that come in every morning.
There is a wide range of people that come into the gas station in the few hours that I am there in the morning. First there is the semi-old man who is getting ready to retire, he calls me "Kell" cause he thinks were buds. Then a string of janitors from Stroudsburg come in and get their coffee, they usually look pretty miserable, and for some reason they all buy the same Tasty Cakes. Then there is the guy who I call the "Jeasus man." He comes in every morning and tells me how I should believe in god, and that I need to be saved. He always tries to give me these little business card things that have some excerpt from the bible on it. I remember the morning after Michael Jackson died the man said to me, "I guess Michael knows the truth today."
The other line up of regualr customers include the hot mom, the old rich guy who tells me I'm a genius, a lady who spends about 50 dollars a day on sctach off tickets, the homeless man who gets free coffee, the workers from F&F Paving, and an old cooger who thinks she's still "got it." Maybe these crazy people are the reason I really dont mind my job. They keep me pretty entertained for the majority of the four hours I'm there.
The only problem about this little part time job is that when I get home, I go back to bed because I'm so tired from getting up at 4am. I usually sleep until about 12 or 1, which makes me feel unproductive sometimes. Anyway, ill quit rambling for now. The boyfriend should be here soon.
Until next time
There is a wide range of people that come into the gas station in the few hours that I am there in the morning. First there is the semi-old man who is getting ready to retire, he calls me "Kell" cause he thinks were buds. Then a string of janitors from Stroudsburg come in and get their coffee, they usually look pretty miserable, and for some reason they all buy the same Tasty Cakes. Then there is the guy who I call the "Jeasus man." He comes in every morning and tells me how I should believe in god, and that I need to be saved. He always tries to give me these little business card things that have some excerpt from the bible on it. I remember the morning after Michael Jackson died the man said to me, "I guess Michael knows the truth today."
The other line up of regualr customers include the hot mom, the old rich guy who tells me I'm a genius, a lady who spends about 50 dollars a day on sctach off tickets, the homeless man who gets free coffee, the workers from F&F Paving, and an old cooger who thinks she's still "got it." Maybe these crazy people are the reason I really dont mind my job. They keep me pretty entertained for the majority of the four hours I'm there.
The only problem about this little part time job is that when I get home, I go back to bed because I'm so tired from getting up at 4am. I usually sleep until about 12 or 1, which makes me feel unproductive sometimes. Anyway, ill quit rambling for now. The boyfriend should be here soon.
Until next time
Sunday, August 2, 2009
For starters
This is a blog about my life. In the last year or so, I have met so many different people, done so many different things and been to so many new places. Also, I feel that in the last year I have grown as a woman and learned a thing or two about life. I want a place where I can share these things with other people. Some of it will be funny, some of it might be sad, some of it may bore you, some of it could blow your mind. But all of it will be real.
Until next time
Until next time
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