Well I'm finally here! After missing my original flight and having to cough up the cash for a new one, I finally made it! After we figured out the whole flight missing nonsense, Scott drove me to the airport Saturday morning. I got to the airport super early so that I could make sure I actually had a seat, and to see if I could get my other flight refunded which was a long shot. After wiping all the tears away from saying goodbye to Scott, I was off to find a manager in a red jacket. when I finally found Tony (my new best friend) he was able to refund all the money from my flight which means the company will buy my plane ticket home!
Saturday was the Longest I have ever traveled alone. The whole time I was navigating though the airports all I couldn't help but feel empowered. I got to the Salt Lake Airport at 11 am and when I got to Juneau it was Midnight in Utah. That is a long day. The Seattle Airport, is probably one of the biggest I have ever been to and the best part is..... IT HAS A QDOBA! I haven't set eyes on a pablano pesto burrito in probably 2 years. It was absolutely delicious.
When i got to Juneau i expected someone to be at the bottom of the stairs holding a sign with my name on it, but there was no one there. I spent the whole time at baggage claim wondering who was going to pick me up. after I got my bag and started to wait, Mary popped up behind me and asked if I was shay. My reply, of course, "I think that's what my name is." After Canyon, one of the dock boys, arrived we were off to the Warner's house to spend the night. Although it was still light outside brush planes don't fly at night. The next morning we were able to just dink around before it was time to fly to the lodge.
That little tiny plane was terrifying. Even just to look at it doesn't look like it should carry any people inside. Amazingly for me it was actually a smoother takeoff than the 747's I had ridden in the whole day before. As we were flying it felt like you could reach out and touch the mountains we flew through.
When we finally got here, it is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. The Warners immediately made us feel like we belonged, I even got a sweet vest with my name on it. My room is quaint but pretty cute. Now i just need to find a way to keep the light from coming in my window at night.
Moral of this story is... I love it here. I miss scooter and my family so much. I'll write again when i can steal KC's laptop.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Girly Speak.
Not to long ago my crazy best friend called me with one of these fantastic ideas that she has so often. Fortunately enough for me, when one of these ideas spouts she generally calls, This one actually made me feel quite terribly. When she first pitched the idea I may or may not have laughed, directly in her ear. Luckily, she is 700 miles away and couldn't kick me. She decided to take a vow of total and complete celibacy. Now said best friend is absolutely gorgeous, despite her lack of butt, and just as goofy and outgoing as me. I know to many of you believe having sex while married is a great idea, but for her, it makes no sense. To be quite honest, I was confused.
I quickly began to think that she had ulterior motives. Not only had she sworn off sex, she had sworn off all men in general. As crazy as it sounded, it was actually a great idea in the scheme of things. No men, meant no distractions. Distractions make it much harder to complete college. Although that is a great idea, it is still not like her.
I then began to think. I don't generally do that more than once a day, but today i was inspired. She is exactly like me! You see she is.. was... who really knows, either way she is in love with a man. This man, Mike, somehow cast a spell on this dear girl. Men tend to have that uncanny ability. She wasn't swearing off men for no reason. No man could ever amount to him.
As crazy as I thought this all sounded, she is the mirror image of me. I had done the exact same thing for almost four years. I dated guys, but as soon as it got serious i would run away. No one could compare to John. I was stuck on him, and I couldn't get loose. As much as wanted to get rid of my feelings, they just weren't going anywhere. He had been there for me through everything.
After years and years of asking him to move here or ask me to marry him, I decided to to let him go. It was quite honestly the hardest thing I have ever done. The one thing that got me through it was knowing I had finally found the man that lived up to my standards. I miss him still, I no longer miss the man I was in love with, but i miss my best friend. I talked to him every day for four years. It was so hard.
I think that every one has or had one of these men in there lives. Honestly, as sappy as it sounds, I think it takes finding the right man to get the other one out of your head, I know my friend has the strength to make it through. perhaps I should introduce her to a Utah boy, they like to get married quick.
Welp.. Night
I quickly began to think that she had ulterior motives. Not only had she sworn off sex, she had sworn off all men in general. As crazy as it sounded, it was actually a great idea in the scheme of things. No men, meant no distractions. Distractions make it much harder to complete college. Although that is a great idea, it is still not like her.
I then began to think. I don't generally do that more than once a day, but today i was inspired. She is exactly like me! You see she is.. was... who really knows, either way she is in love with a man. This man, Mike, somehow cast a spell on this dear girl. Men tend to have that uncanny ability. She wasn't swearing off men for no reason. No man could ever amount to him.
As crazy as I thought this all sounded, she is the mirror image of me. I had done the exact same thing for almost four years. I dated guys, but as soon as it got serious i would run away. No one could compare to John. I was stuck on him, and I couldn't get loose. As much as wanted to get rid of my feelings, they just weren't going anywhere. He had been there for me through everything.
After years and years of asking him to move here or ask me to marry him, I decided to to let him go. It was quite honestly the hardest thing I have ever done. The one thing that got me through it was knowing I had finally found the man that lived up to my standards. I miss him still, I no longer miss the man I was in love with, but i miss my best friend. I talked to him every day for four years. It was so hard.
I think that every one has or had one of these men in there lives. Honestly, as sappy as it sounds, I think it takes finding the right man to get the other one out of your head, I know my friend has the strength to make it through. perhaps I should introduce her to a Utah boy, they like to get married quick.
Welp.. Night
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Perhaps I Should Have Been A Counselor..
I once loved listening to peoples problems and offering advice, and then I learned how truly hard it is. I have a very hard time not internalizing other peoples pain and trying to solve their problems on my own. That my friends is the exact reason why I am not a social worker. In high school I was a peer counselor, college I was the person people went to for relationship advice. That one just boggles my mind! As I get older this is all getting a little easier, but perhaps it is the subject matter that makes me actually want to listen.
For some unknown reason I am now my friends foremost authority on sex. Maybe i would have stayed in college if I could have gone to be a sex therapist. I'm not sure if I should feel honored that they feel comfortable enough with me to have this conversation, or a little terrified that they think I am a floozy. I honestly wish that there wasn't such a negative stigma about this subject. I think it is something that should be as easy to talk about as ice cream.
For many reasons, the names of my friends have been changed. Unlike the girls in "Sex and the City," I dont think my friends would be okay with the whole world knowing their sexual exploitations. A couple weeks ago one of my very best friends texted me asking "can I ask you a question?" As much as many of us would like to reply with a firm "no," we all know that the answer is always yes. I will not lie, the question that followed took me by complete surprise. "How do you feel about friends with benefits?" This coming from the same girl who is a virgin in her mid twenties,(which is odd in any other state,) and bound and determined to get married in an LDS temple. So, I gave her my opinion. I think it is an absolutely terrible idea! No matter what someone is going to develop feelings and end up getting hurt. Then the thought clicked in my head, "who was she about to sleep with?" I had to ask, "okay missy what on earth are you thinking about doing?" She then told me that she was thinking about having "casual encounters" with a gentleman she has known for sometime. Now usually I would take what I like to call the SITC approach, (Sex in the City,) and say go for it. This time however is different.
This is her Virginity we were talking about! Now I obviously lost that precious little V card a while ago, I did have a baby at 18. I would never take that first time back. As terrible as it was, everyone's first time is, I was completely in love. I would however change my age and quite possibly the place. I knew it wasn't my place to talk her out of it, so i just told her the truth. Ultimately it is her body. Who am I to decide whether or not she is ready for that step. I wasn't, and yet I took the plunge. Ultimately, she discovered this boy has a girl friend. What a complete D-bag right?! It ended up being an even better idea that it hadn't happened.
This whole thing led me to decide one thing. If she would have had someone to talk about this with, or even better, if it was socially acceptable for conversations like this to just happen, perhaps this decision would have been much easier for her to make on her own. My whole life i have only had one girl friend to talk about sex with, so i have officially decided to now have millions. Why Not? Someone in this crazy state we call Utah actually needs to be truthful and honest about the reality of life. And the reality is, We ALL do it!
Welp Good night. :-)
For some unknown reason I am now my friends foremost authority on sex. Maybe i would have stayed in college if I could have gone to be a sex therapist. I'm not sure if I should feel honored that they feel comfortable enough with me to have this conversation, or a little terrified that they think I am a floozy. I honestly wish that there wasn't such a negative stigma about this subject. I think it is something that should be as easy to talk about as ice cream.
For many reasons, the names of my friends have been changed. Unlike the girls in "Sex and the City," I dont think my friends would be okay with the whole world knowing their sexual exploitations. A couple weeks ago one of my very best friends texted me asking "can I ask you a question?" As much as many of us would like to reply with a firm "no," we all know that the answer is always yes. I will not lie, the question that followed took me by complete surprise. "How do you feel about friends with benefits?" This coming from the same girl who is a virgin in her mid twenties,(which is odd in any other state,) and bound and determined to get married in an LDS temple. So, I gave her my opinion. I think it is an absolutely terrible idea! No matter what someone is going to develop feelings and end up getting hurt. Then the thought clicked in my head, "who was she about to sleep with?" I had to ask, "okay missy what on earth are you thinking about doing?" She then told me that she was thinking about having "casual encounters" with a gentleman she has known for sometime. Now usually I would take what I like to call the SITC approach, (Sex in the City,) and say go for it. This time however is different.
This is her Virginity we were talking about! Now I obviously lost that precious little V card a while ago, I did have a baby at 18. I would never take that first time back. As terrible as it was, everyone's first time is, I was completely in love. I would however change my age and quite possibly the place. I knew it wasn't my place to talk her out of it, so i just told her the truth. Ultimately it is her body. Who am I to decide whether or not she is ready for that step. I wasn't, and yet I took the plunge. Ultimately, she discovered this boy has a girl friend. What a complete D-bag right?! It ended up being an even better idea that it hadn't happened.
This whole thing led me to decide one thing. If she would have had someone to talk about this with, or even better, if it was socially acceptable for conversations like this to just happen, perhaps this decision would have been much easier for her to make on her own. My whole life i have only had one girl friend to talk about sex with, so i have officially decided to now have millions. Why Not? Someone in this crazy state we call Utah actually needs to be truthful and honest about the reality of life. And the reality is, We ALL do it!
Welp Good night. :-)
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Stories From the Gramps.
I know that everyone thinks their family is the greatest, they obviously have never met mine. As goofy as itmay sound my Grandpa is one of my best friends. On my way home from high school I would stop just to sit on the couch and watch Gunsmoke. Usually as kids, when our granparents start telling stories we roll our eyes and listen reluctantly. Not me, and not with my grandpa's stories. I have been trying to convince him to write them down for years. Since no one listens to little old me I decided I will do it myself.
Cocoa and the Coon.
Through the years my grandparent had many dogs. Unfortunately I can only remember one, Cocoa. Cocoa was a Chocolate brown german short hair pointer. Grandma would say they got him just to be a pet, however Grandpa would say he was strictly a hunting dog. While on a hunting trip grandpa had a brilliant idea to slow the dog down. I guess cocoa was running to fast and to far and scarring the animals away. Who knew? Grandpa took a few springs, kinda like the ones on a trampoline, and connected them to the collar. They seemed to be working pretty well slowing the dog down. Just imagine the poor puppy running around (it helps if you add in the elephant march from winnie the pooh.) Now we all know how mean racoons can be especially if you interupt their meal and that is exactly what cocoa did. Now when Gramps Tells this story he gets real excited and you can see the glee in his eyes. So the dear dog pissed off the coon and a fight quickly ensued.They were wrestling around first it was cocoa on top than the coon. As they ran further andfurther away grandpa was having a hard time keeping up, and trying to get a clean shot on the racoon. As smart as he was, cocoa took the party to the pond. Unfortunatley, racoons can swim. Poor cocoa was not only being pulled down by the racoon but the springs weren't helping much. Then the racoon went for the jugular! Have no fear the trampoline springs were there! Every time the racoon tried to go for the neck, he got a mouthfull of metal spring. Soon enough the dog won and the coon ran away! The dog escaped with minor scrapes and scratches, and Gramps escaped with a great story.
There are many more to come! Unfortunately i type slow and think even slower!
Cocoa and the Coon.
Through the years my grandparent had many dogs. Unfortunately I can only remember one, Cocoa. Cocoa was a Chocolate brown german short hair pointer. Grandma would say they got him just to be a pet, however Grandpa would say he was strictly a hunting dog. While on a hunting trip grandpa had a brilliant idea to slow the dog down. I guess cocoa was running to fast and to far and scarring the animals away. Who knew? Grandpa took a few springs, kinda like the ones on a trampoline, and connected them to the collar. They seemed to be working pretty well slowing the dog down. Just imagine the poor puppy running around (it helps if you add in the elephant march from winnie the pooh.) Now we all know how mean racoons can be especially if you interupt their meal and that is exactly what cocoa did. Now when Gramps Tells this story he gets real excited and you can see the glee in his eyes. So the dear dog pissed off the coon and a fight quickly ensued.They were wrestling around first it was cocoa on top than the coon. As they ran further andfurther away grandpa was having a hard time keeping up, and trying to get a clean shot on the racoon. As smart as he was, cocoa took the party to the pond. Unfortunatley, racoons can swim. Poor cocoa was not only being pulled down by the racoon but the springs weren't helping much. Then the racoon went for the jugular! Have no fear the trampoline springs were there! Every time the racoon tried to go for the neck, he got a mouthfull of metal spring. Soon enough the dog won and the coon ran away! The dog escaped with minor scrapes and scratches, and Gramps escaped with a great story.
There are many more to come! Unfortunately i type slow and think even slower!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Really?
Have you ever had those experiences when afterwords you take a step back and more or less want to scream really?! Work at Wal-Mart for more than 2 weeks and you could write a book. It isn't a terrible place to work, but i wouldn't exactly recommend it. Although it is a horrible place it serves as a great source of entertainment. So here are just a few of my favorite stories.
The Peanut Lady: (Thanks for this one Jare!)
A woman walked up to Jared and asked if he would help her find the WIC approved peanut butter. God only knows the government can't make anything easy, but WIC is terrible. Jared being the fantastic person that he is walked her over and said, "Here they are. You can choose both of these brands in either smooth or chunky." The woman immediately replied without skipping a beat, "oh my kids cant have the chunky, they are allergic to peanuts." Really?! What on earth do you think the smooth stuff is made of! Oh those poor, poor children.
SEXY Sunday
Normally, on a Sunday, not many exciting things go down at the Centerville Walmart. Normally when you check people out you don't really care, or pay attention to the things that they are buying. Unfortunately I was bored this time, so not only did I pay attention to the items in the basket but I tuned in to the conversation. They were a young couple about my age and were about to have some great fun. In their basket were things like condoms, lube, whipped cream, lingerie, and one of those vibrating penis thingymajigies. When the girl came back from going to get a diet coke I will never forget what she said. "Why do they not have dildos here?!" Really girl? This is a family establishment, as much as a giant chain store can be. Still, I'm sure they could have found a better store to meet their needs.
Best Present Ever!
Valentines day at a store you more or less see men running in frantic buying flowers and chocolate, And then there was the coolest girl ever. On my belt heading towards the register there was a sexy night gown, 2 bottles of baby oil, a painting tarp, and a game of twister. Finally I built up enough courage to say something and all she said was "it's gonna be a fun night." She had told me her plan was to put everything in a box with a dinky little homemade card on top. Honestly I wish I had the balls to do something like that. More power to you mystery girl! I'm sure every man would love to have a girl like you!
There are so many more wonderful stories to come. Especially since I can no longer get fired for saying whatever I want!
The Peanut Lady: (Thanks for this one Jare!)
A woman walked up to Jared and asked if he would help her find the WIC approved peanut butter. God only knows the government can't make anything easy, but WIC is terrible. Jared being the fantastic person that he is walked her over and said, "Here they are. You can choose both of these brands in either smooth or chunky." The woman immediately replied without skipping a beat, "oh my kids cant have the chunky, they are allergic to peanuts." Really?! What on earth do you think the smooth stuff is made of! Oh those poor, poor children.
SEXY Sunday
Normally, on a Sunday, not many exciting things go down at the Centerville Walmart. Normally when you check people out you don't really care, or pay attention to the things that they are buying. Unfortunately I was bored this time, so not only did I pay attention to the items in the basket but I tuned in to the conversation. They were a young couple about my age and were about to have some great fun. In their basket were things like condoms, lube, whipped cream, lingerie, and one of those vibrating penis thingymajigies. When the girl came back from going to get a diet coke I will never forget what she said. "Why do they not have dildos here?!" Really girl? This is a family establishment, as much as a giant chain store can be. Still, I'm sure they could have found a better store to meet their needs.
Best Present Ever!
Valentines day at a store you more or less see men running in frantic buying flowers and chocolate, And then there was the coolest girl ever. On my belt heading towards the register there was a sexy night gown, 2 bottles of baby oil, a painting tarp, and a game of twister. Finally I built up enough courage to say something and all she said was "it's gonna be a fun night." She had told me her plan was to put everything in a box with a dinky little homemade card on top. Honestly I wish I had the balls to do something like that. More power to you mystery girl! I'm sure every man would love to have a girl like you!
There are so many more wonderful stories to come. Especially since I can no longer get fired for saying whatever I want!
MY FIRST POST!
Oh man, I gave in. Although I had many ideas as to what my blog should be, I combined them all. First and foremost I assume I should explain the title. My whole life, my sister Becca has called me Shay bug. More than likely it was because she could not stand me. Only, of course, in the most loving sense of that statement. Now, as my sisters have heard the call to multiply and replenish the earth, it is so much fun to walk into a room and hear "Shaayy bug!" in a cute little high pitched screech. So, true to personality, this may end up being a jumbled mess of food, music, family, and tales from the crypt, (stories from my days at Wal-Mart.) All in all this may just turn out great, or it will be an epic disaster. Here We GO!
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