Castle Hanky Panky

Hola!

I realize I’m in the wrong country [on the wrong continent] to be using such a greeting but I’m so tired of being lost in the language. I know enough French to order a croissant, enough German to order a beer and enough Czech to wash my bellybutton with a wash cloth [don't ask]. It’s safe to say I have strained my brain; reached into the deep, dark, solitudes; the depths of my cranial capacity. It’s exhausting.

I couldn’t even say how many castles/countries/cities/towns/pastryshops we’ve been to. A new destination every day sounds very appealing [and it truly is], but it has it’s way of throwing a girl off her schedule.

I know for a fact tomorrow is Heidelburg and a beer tasting, but I’m going to end with that. And Prague is in my very near future. Maybe Sunday?? I can’t remember.

You may be wondering about the title. All credit goes to Grandma. As usual.

At one point between now and the last post we were in the Nuremburg Castle. We had toured halls, dining rooms, ladies rooms, kitchens, towers and all the other lovely rooms that are involved in royal living. Out of the blue I hear, “You know, I bet there was a lot of hanky panky going on with all these hallways.”

A moment passed…

“Meet me in the tower!”

Haha. Funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Especially from a mall-walking, church-going, incredibly-loving little old lady. Hehe!

All joking aside it was a beautiful castle! Oddly enough I really enjoy hearing about the torture methods and punishment used back in the day. But that’s a perfectly normal thing for a little blue-eyed blonde girl, right?

We went into [what was] the stables. They hadn’t had any records suggesting where the people were punished so they decided on this particular area.

Back then, they coudn’t give punishment without a confession. So how did they get the confession, you ask? Easy. They simply tortured them to the point of confession. Duh….

The methods of torture range from spikey chairs, to iron masks, to sitting in an iron bull heated by fire. Sounds simply delightful.

Once they got a confession, THEN they were punished. You know…the ole’ public humiliation, death kind of thing.

Today we actually went to an entire musuem full of torture devices. And I thought it was very interesting. And now my mother is very concerned. Sorry, Mom.

Tonight we had the Captain’s Dinner on the ship and it’s safe to say I will never eat again. Ever. I’ve said this before but I really mean it this time. So. Much. Food.

And then out of the blue Grandma throws out another one-liner.

“I saw Slum Dog Millionaire once and I didn’t really like it.”

What???

And people wonder where I get it from…

Everything has been great here. It’s been really cold, which I could really do without, but the scenary is very pituresque.

Have a wonderful day:)

Kyla

Traveling with Crepe Grandma

Well, the first four/fiveish days have gone well! I still can’t get use to the lifestyle here but I suppose that takes a little time. Yesterday we toured Luxemborg and today we stopped in Trier and Bernkastel.

If you know me, you know that I am a complete and total BABY when it comes to anything below 75 degrees. I just have little bones I suppose…
Is cold here.
Like forty degrees.
I may have complained a time or two…
Luckily we went on a wine tasting this afternoon and that warmed me up a tad…

I’m almost positive Grandma is loving it here…but she is out of control!
Just like the last post, I’d like to include a quote of the day. And again, it was spoken by good ole Grammy…

Picture this: we had just sat down at a little cafe to enjoy a crepe. When we were done we had to cross a street that was not the slightest bit busy. Of course, as soon as we begin to cross, a car comes speeding by. I run across the street with the word “Grandma” echoing from my lips and from the distance (while Grandma is running across the street) I hear,
“you’re gonna have a crepe grandma pretty soon!”
Haha.

Life definitely stays interesting over here.

Tomorrow we have a few more cities to tour near the Mosel River. Andddd we get to tour a CASTLE. Weeee! I’ve always wanted to be a princess…this may be the closest I’ll ever get.

The ship is amaaazing! Breakfast (my main meal) is a buffet sent from God. And the other meals are of nothing less. Oh, and the wine is free. So that speaks for itself.
My pants won’t fit by the time this trip is over, but that’s the price you pay to be a world traveler!

Hopefully my next post will have some pictures…?
Until then,
Auf Weidersehen!

For English, Press 1

Bonjour!

I’ve spent the last 10 hours touring the lovely city of Paris! I can now say I’ve seen the Cathedral of Notre Dame, Eiffel Tower, Napoleon’s mini-arch, Arc de Triumph, all the fancy high dollar stores that I could only dream of going in, the President’s Palace, Military hospital from WWII, military headquarters and sooooo much more.

This afternoon we spent our time looking for the Lourve…finding the Lourve and admiring all its beauty…looking for the entrance to the Lourve museum…looking for the Mona Lisa…getting pushed out of the way by an Asian tourist…and looking for the sortie (exit).

I like art, I really do. However, I’m not sure I fully appreciate it as much as others. Nor does Grandma. While walking through the Lourve we heard the quote of the day, “Everywhere you look they all have their little peckers hanging out!” – Grandma.

Haha.

Explanation: all the statues are naked.

After spending my afternoon among a bunch of nudity I am convinced that back in the day everyone spent their afternoons lying in the fields on blankets completely naked, or latched onto someone’s leg begging for mercy. All of this was accompanied by little angels playing harps in the sky above.
These painters also depicted baby Jesus a bit more porky than I had imagined. To each his own, I suppose.

That old thing about Europeans not utilizing deodorant is totally and completely true. I just want to walk around with my Bath and Body Works Sweet Pea body mist spraying everybody.

During my time here I’ve picked up a few languages. When I speak to people I throw in a few random words I know in several different languages and add a “huchh” (the German lugi-hawking sound) to throw people off. I feel like people can’t take advantage of you as easily if they can’t figure out what you are talking about. And then I just walk away mumbling. It seems to be working so far!

Tomorrow we are off to Germany! I am super excited. Paris is beautiful but I think Germany will have more history and cute little towns.

Time to hit up,the jazz bar with momma and Grandma;)

CIAO!

Kyla

So long, ‘Merica

For the next couple of weeks I will be spending my time trekking all over beautiful Europe! Now, I’ve never flown overseas before so of course I have a few reservations about this whole ordeal. While I’m gone I will be blogging about all of my exciting adventures and whatnot…when I have wifi…so be excited!

Today, on the eve of my “21 Day European Extravaganza!”, I thought I’d clear my head of my first-time-overseas-travelers-anxiety.

In the past, I have been known to have somewhat “far fetched” thoughts, so no judgement.

1. Is crying acceptable in the case that luggage is lost? I can see myself putting up more of a fight than Willie did on the Duck Dynasty season finale…

2. Do cruise ships cause nausea? I’ve gotten seasick at the lake before, so one could understand my worries over this particular issue.

3. I feel like I should be put on a child leash when it’s tour group time.

4. Is it really possible to find a famous (secretly evil) European pop-star who has a duet partner with my exact face so I’m asked to stand in for the girl while he tries to ruin her career? Because it happened on the Lizzie McGuire Movie so it must be real life, right?

5. I hope Jellybean doesn’t run away trying to find me.

6. Bad people better stay away from me. I have no problem whipping out my pepper-spray .

7. Pickpockets too.

8. Will people look at me and know I’m American? I’m trying to dress as “European” as possible. And I have been working on my accent for quite some time now…

9. What if I look SO European that other tourists stop me to ask questions? Mmm that would be so exciting!

10. Is life totally and completely different there? I’m a pretty sheltered gal.

My flight leaves tomorrow and I think I have successfully packed everything I could possibly need. The weight limit for suitcases is 50 pounds and I’m only at 30 – so I will probably be spending the afternoon shoving a few more outfits in there.

I really hope whole layover/airport-switcheroo works out ok. I’ve now decided that in the case of lost luggage crying would be PERFECTLY acceptable.

I don’t think I will be sleeping tonight…an 8 hour flight should cure any sleepiness I may have:)
I really do love sleeping.

I think that’s all for now. I hope to have really exciting stories and pictures to share!

I’ll be sure to keep y’all updated on the whole European-popstar-alter-ego-life-switching thing…

WISH ME LUCK!

Cheerio,
Kyla

Collegiate Wisdom…sort of

Hello again!

Sorry I haven’t been consistent with my postings. I’ve had a lot going on lately and had to put a few things on the back burner. But, alas, I am back. You can all rest assured.

With graduation approaching, I have decided to devote this week’s post to the wisdom I have obtained while in college…outside of the classroom [the actual stuff that matters].

Throughout college, one must take a million hours of worthless classes that are credited towards each degree plan. I don’t know why an agriculture communications and journalism student must take humanities, chemistry and math classes, but it’s required. And I am happy to say I survived. Barely. But still, I will soon have those two little letters after my name. Wahoo!

A lot changes in the few years spent in college. Physically and mentally. Whether you realize it or not, you are on the fast-track to the big kid world. So get ready!

I know I have changed a lot. I still get the “You’re how old? I would have guessed 15!” every day of my life, but I can tell I look different.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See…well kinda.

Plus I think differently. Just about life in general. My priorities are sooo different than they were when I first came to college. But that’s ok, because I have experienced things in life that have made me who I am right now.

Before: boys, friends, food, fun, school.

Now: school, jobs, food, exercising, bills, rent,  money, friends, Jellybean, then boys somewhere after all that.

[I have decided my Nana would rearrange this list. I have started to catch-on that every time I go home she has another man lined up and tries to marry me off quite often.]

Anyways, here’s my brief list.

1. Just because a class is online doesn’t mean it will be easier. These classes are usually harder because you have to constantly remember that one class. Regular classes are always on the mind because you have to go to it [well, it's recommended] at least once a week. If it’s online, then you don’t have that constant reminder of quizzes and tests.

2. The bus drivers are often students. The same age as you. Possibly even younger. Now, I have never applied for the position of bus driver [you're welcome], but after going on a few wild rides I have determined that this test must not be very difficult. There’s a good chance that as a passenger on one of these buses, you will have your fair share of whiplash. It is also recommended that a stable sitting position is maintained. Although sitting sideways on the seats may be more comfortable, I can guarantee that when the first turn comes you will be tossed around and looking for the nearest hand bar to grab.

3. Sorority girls and Frat daddies have their own dress code and lingo. A sorority girls daily attire will consist of: XXL t-shirts, Nike shorts, a bedhead ponytail, dollar store Disney character watch, and either crew socks pulled up with brightly colored asics tennis shoes or those strappy-velcro sandals [often in a red, purple or teal]. This is accompanied by a Northface backpack with a nalgene clipped on with those rock-climbing giant hooks. If for some reason they must dress up, it is usually a Michael Kors/Kate Spade/Vintage fiasco.

Now, on to the boys. Their attire is as follows: Either Guy Harvey t-shirts or Columbia/Magellan fishing shirts, with a tad-too-short khaki-material shorts. Usually brightly colored. This is accompanied by Sperry’s and Ray Bans.

As far as the lingo goes, there are a lot of sayings from the 80′s [Or so I think. I was not around for this particular decade]. This is usually followed with very loud laughs and a lot of Gig Em’s.

4. Expensive, name-brand backpacks are the envy of every campus girl.

5. Northgate is very fun. But very expensive. My best advice is to look pretty and hope some guy offers to buy you a drink.

6. Those who ride bikes on campus have no regards for the walkers. If there is a bike coming your way, you have two options: 1. Stand still and stare at them until they peddle around you 2. Step to the side very quickly and hope anther one doesn’t come from the other direction and get your heels with the front tire.

7. TAKE SUMMER CLASSES!!!!!

8. Going to the bar is a fun time, but it is smart to have a false number to give out to any stragglers. This is often fool-proof, but in the case they call you immediately to “give you their number”, do the following: pretend you don’t have signal, act like you have a phone call from your friend that intercepted the text/call, or run away quickly while saying your friend needs your help. Alter-egos are also fun.

9. You should probably exercise. College is where you are supposed to find your soul-mate so you have to look smokin at all times.

10. There’s also a good chance you won’t find your soul-mate in college [hello]. This is a little disheartening considering most people this age are getting engaged and having babies….

This can also be a good thing if you really think about it. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend you won’t be as willing to try new things or meet new people. Besides, love is dangerous.

11. You will change. A lot. Most of the things/people from your High School days won’t be a part of your life anymore when you do graduate but that’s ok. You have probably changed more than you realize and have different preferences.

12. Finding a church is also important. At least for me it was. I am a big Christian and sometimes life can be overwhelming. It’s nice to have a place to go to at least once a week to just wind-down and feel comfortable.

12. Make new friends. This is the most important thing [next to finding a church and exercising to look smokin hot] in my opinion. It makes life more exciting. Plus it’s a way to make your new town feel more like your home, rather than just the place you are temporarily living at while in school.

13. You should probably learn to finance your money. Although I still haven’t quite figured this part out I have definitely gotten better at it. I’ve always been money conscious but it’s more important when you have big kid bills and rent to pay.

14. Once you move out you won’t be able to move back home. Well, you can, but it won’t be the same. In college you develop your own way of living, own routine and own rules. You grow up!

15. However….you should never pass up the opportunity to go home! You will realize you get along with your parents a lot more and really value what they have to say when you don’t see them everyday. They are actually a lot smarter than you think;)

There are a lot more life lessons I’ve learned in college but the list would go on forever. In general you just change as a person and don’t realize it until looking back.

I feel very insightful after all this.

Have a happy day!

Kyla

Internship Mayhem…Possible Career…More Random Things

I’m back! I’m back! I’m back!

Hi readers (mom)!

In case anybody forgot, I was interning in Austin during March so that’s why I was neglecting my poor little blog. But, have no fear – because I am back! For now. I’ll be leaving for Europe in 38 days, so we’ll see how the blog postings will work around that when the time comes…

Anywho.

I’ve been busy figuring out what to do with my life after I graduate on May 9. Surprisingly, I have had a little luck in my endeavors! I learned a lot during my time in Austin and sort of centered in on a possible career goal…

My internship was amaaazzingg! I wrote press releases for the website and interviewed people for the stories.

Speaking of interviews.

I interviewed cowboys.

And by cowboys I mean the hotties who jump on the back of the crazy bulls and broncs for an exciting eight (hopefully) seconds. And look mighty fine doing it.

Whew!

I don’t know what it is about them. But they win.

They frazzle me more than college. [[ see College Makes Me Frazzled ]]

However, after much research and hard thinking I have come to the conclusion that this weakness I have with the young men is hereditary.

You see, my mother has passed this trait down to me; she once succumbed to this condition.

I’m not too familiar with the time frame, but according to a picture on a shelf in our house…my dad rode bulls. Yes, Papa Paul had a few wild hairs in his day! And also according to this picture, he was pretty good at holding on.

But then again, I have decided that if I ever got the hankering to jump on the back of one of them bad boys I would most definitely make the eight seconds. I could probably even pull a 20 second ride.

Once that bull is out of the chute there is absolutely noooooo way I would EVER let go. Unless, of course, I was wearing a full body suit of armor and wrapped in several layers of bubble wrap.

I get enough injuries in my daily life without riding bulls, so I should just probably keep my seat in the stands.

 

Sorry, I get off track a lot. Back to my insightfulness.

During this internship I got a better idea of what I think I want to do in life. Yay!

I know I want to write. And do design work. I’m a nerdy girl who likes computer work. Even if my eyeballs may not appreciate it.

And I know I want livestock to be somewhere in there too.

If this doesn’t work, I have also created a back-up plan.

Well, another back-up plan. [My first back-up plan is becoming a trophy wife.]

I need a job that allows me to talk. According to some, I tend to be a chatter box once I get to know you. Super quiet at first. But it doesn’t last long. Sorry.

Just communications, public relations and marketing all wrapped up into a fun little ball. That’s what I need. And if I can somehow throw livestock, cowboys, baking and music into the mix, we’d be golden!

I like to bake. And I like music. A lot.

But yes, so that’s where I am in my life journey.

Until I get this dream job, I will be a happy waitress/college girl.

Have a wonderful day:)

Love,

Kyla

 

P.S. For those of you who were wondering, Jellybean missed me a lot but she is doing well now that we are reunited.

 

College makes me frazzled.

I’m back!

Physically anyways. My mental state is very questionable at the moment. I will be out of commission for the next few weeks due to an internship at Rodeo Austin (hooray!!) so I’m a tad frazzled trying to get a boat-load of stuff done [and this blog post is me procrastinating all of the nonsense important papers I need to write].

So, I don’t know about any of you, but I often feel like my planner is part of my soul; if anything ever happened to it I would probably die drop into a psychotic state. I neeed to have it with me at all times.

It’s a place for me to jot down all of my crazy to-do lists.

[[Not to sound too crazy, but earlier I did some homework that hadn't been written down in my planner. To make myself feel accomplished I wrote it down and then immediately scratched it off.]]

That’s a totally normal thing to do. I’m pretty sure that it is also hereditary, Mom.

Anyways…

February shouldn’t be busy. At least I don’t think so. Personally, I’ve always considered it a slow month. The holidays are over, spring is approaching, la la la.

Negatory.

When taking a little looksie at the month it seems relatively Ok…

And then we get to the “week at a glance”.

I’m too young for this.

And then I come to the sad realization – I’m not all that young anymore. My knees pop when I climb the stairs, I take a multivitamin and I wake up before the sun to watch the news.

To console myself, I often like to tell myself that I’m not old – I’m just a nerd. A big nerd at that. And this is just one of my few, but fabulous nerdy quirks.

But what can I say? I like to get my sheeet done. And promptly. And absolutely perfectly.

Hopefully this craziness will prepare me for the big world. I’m in the process of searching for a job and it’s one of the most frustrating things ever. 

Just a small side note for all you business owners and corporate people:

[How do you expect me to have both a bachelor's of science AND at least 3 to 5 years experience? I don't think so.]

Personally, I would think that someone fresh out of college would be a better candidate for a job than someone who does have experience.

If someone has no experience then it’s like they are a fresh slate – they have nothing to compare to their responsibilities. If you get someone who has been working out in the real world they are not going to adapt to a new way of doing something as easily.

This thought makes perfect sense to me and for those of you who have doubts, well, just keep them to yourselves. I’m trying to make myself feel better.

 

Along with all of this other hoopla, the fact that I will be leaving for a “Month-Long-European-Excursion” in 72 days does not help. I’m way too excited for this.

Can you blame me?? I’ll be traveling around Europe for 19 days doing whatever it is the Europeans do! I shouldn’t be expected to focus on anything else, right?

Pluss, after May 11 I will be an official graduate of Texas A&M University with a Bachelor’s of Science in Agriculture Communication and Journalism. [That's more of a mouthful than I previously remember...].

This makes me smile. It makes me genuinely feel all warm inside to know that in just three years I made it happen. And I never even had any sort of mental breakdown through any of it….[not huge ones anyways].

Well if this wasn’t a bunch of rambling than I don’t know what is.

I may be back next week. Maybe. There’s a teeny chance.

Bye:)

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Monday…again

I’d like to dedicate today’s post to all the losers out there like me.

Now, take notice – I don’t say “loser” with low self-esteem. I’m generally a very confident person. However, the enormous amount of awkward that the good Lord decided to instill in me often prevails and creates sort of a “loser status” – which is what I am referring to today. I’ve adjusted to this and accepted it. Sort of “taken it with a grain of salt the whole salt shaker”.

I’ve never been all that hooked on reality television, but I’ve always been positive that my life would be very suited for my own show. Just because when I tell people of the things that happen on a daily basis people seldom believe me. Weird and embarrassing things just happen to me more often than not.

I’m not complaining. These things keep life interesting and ever-changing. I’m just venting to whomever chooses to read my page.

And so we begin…

I woke up this morning [late] to the lovely odor of cat poop. [My 3GS is a piece and the alarm failed to go off for the second day in a row]. Anyways. Jellybean, the love of my life [whom I saved from Craigslist and immediately spayed ~you're welcome, Bob Barker~] has taken up the habit of greeting me in the mornings with a nice turd on my rug in the bathroom. This has become an awful habit of hers and I can’t figure out why. I have cleaned her litter box, rearranged it’s location, took off the lid, put the lid back on, and finally just picked up the rugs. I don’t know what to do and needless to say her fluffy face does me in when I attempt to “yell” at her. So if any of you out there know how to train a cat [who has never before had a problem like this] please, please, puhhleeeease let me know. Thanks.

I then proceeded to go to class. In the rain. Wanna know something crazy? I wore a white t-shirt today. Yes. Wanna know something else? I haven’t owned an umbrella since my freshman year of college. Wanna know why? I bought one and the first day I used it the wind blew hard enough to bend it inside out and pull me in a backwards motion. This was a very scarring moment for me and I just can’t seem to fork over the 14 bucks to go through all that again.

As I walk into class late, I hand my teacher the note she had previously requested so excuse me from my upcoming internship in March so that I could get all of my assignments from her [she didn't have them ready]. Boo.

I leave school and head back to the house only to see the lawn guys have gotten grass all over my bathroom rugs. I consider speaking with them, but conveniently enough, “no habla engles”. 

I head over to a coffee shop to do my homework and it begins pouring down rain. We need it so I just try to be grateful and go ahead and give my mommy one of the 5 daily phone calls she usually receives.

When the rain finally stops [20 minutes later] I go inside only to very obviously hit my head on a huuge lamp shade while trying to plug in my laptop. It shakes and hits the wall and of course this was not done quietly.

This next happening was not embarrissing, but just funny so I had to add it to the list: I get a text message from my mom with a picture she had secretly taken of the guy who delivers our hay [who is 30, but still smokin hot as ever] essentially suggesting that I marry him. Not that I would mind, except for the fact that he’s in a relationship. But not to worry, she has a plan! Dear ol’ Nana is going to trip him with her cane to distract him while putting my number in his back pocket. She won’t get in trouble for this because “nobody will care because she’s an old lady.” Haha. Brightened my day fosho.

That’s it for the day. I’d like to mention that it’s only 1:35 p.m., so there is plenty of time for more to happen. As an added bonus, I work tonight so I will most likely have one of those moments previously mentioned in last week’s post.

Again, I’m not complaining. Or not intending to complain at least. I’m just venting about the weird/embarrassing/awkward stuff that happens in my daily life. I am also procrastinating on my homework. But what’s new:)

I know my life is wonderful and when stuff like this happens I usually end up laughing at myself anyways. I also call my mom and tell her about it and she laughs too. So this makes it better.

When weird things happen to me around cool kids and I feel like crawling under a rock I like to think of this one particular bible verse, so I thought I’d share:)

“Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.” Jerimiah 17: 7-8

I could be interpreting this wrong, but to me this just means that weird things happen to me for a reason and I have to trust it’s just the Lord building my character. That may not make sense to anybody else, but to me it does. [My brain works in crazy ways sometimes.]

 

Have a good, and unawkward Monday!

 

Love, 
Kyla

 

The Waitress

Hi. My name is Kyla. And I’m a waitress in a college town.

So go ahead and say anything you want to me. Because I’ve probably heard it.

For my one dedicated reader I do have (shout-out to Mommy!) and to the few scragglers that may come across my lovely page, I’d like to go over some simple restaurant etiquette. 

“What?” you may ask. “I do not know this etiquette you speak of.”

Of course you don’t. Nobody does – unless they have waited tables themselves.

So, lucky for you I am going to share what really goes on in your waitress’ head. Well, almost. (Your probably don’t want to know what really goes on in your server’s head if you want me to be completely honest.) But I’ll give a general idea…

1. We get paid $2.15 an hour. Not minimum wage. So LEAVE TIPS. And when I say LEAVE TIPS I don’t mean leave $4.00 for a $60 full course meal. At least twenty percent is a good rule to follow; we really are relying on you for our income!

2. We don’t set prices/rules/policies for the restaurant. We just work there. So don’t get mad at us and not leave a tip when we charge you for extra things you ask for! We’re just doing our job.

3. Don’t ask us where your food is. We don’t cook it.

4. When we say, “Is there anything else I can get for you?” the reply “A sack of hundred dollar bills!” is not the right answer. It’s not funny. Really.

5. Don’t flag us down to place your order and then not be ready. We have  A LOT to take care of and standing at your table while you browse the menu doesn’t do anything to help anybody’s situation. Ultimately, it slows down YOUR food because we get backed up with our other tables.

6.Don’t ask for a to-go box and then not use it.

7. Leave tips! Oh wait, did I already say that? But seriously, we remember the non-tipper’s faces.

8.When the restaurant is clearly closed for the evening and the staff is ready to go it’s ok to hurry up and finish your meal and leave. I promise it is. Just go. Please.

9. Ok, so this is a biggie: Pick-up lines. A few every now and then can be cute and flattering but c’mon guys. At least use GOOD ones! Here’s a little example of THE WORST one I’ve ever heard: “Wanna know how you’re like my pinky toe? You’re little, cute and I’m gonna bang you on the coffee table at the end of the night.” Excuuuuuse me while I throw-up.

10. And finally. If you are with a big group of people, have a little patience. This especially goes for busy days (football games, etc). If you don’t want to wait for good food then GOOOO AWAYYYY!

People are seriously ridiculous and you can never plan for anything because nothing ever happens as expected. You just have to go with it and hope they’re good tippers!

Well, that’s my rant for the evening. My heart is seriously beating hard because these things really do happen more than they should. People are gonna be how they’re gonna be. I get this. But I am grateful that I do have my job because it has toughened me up. Fosho.

And it’s not all bad; there are just as many good people as there are bad and it’s definitely refreshing. Some people just have that nice demeanor about them and it’s appreciated.

 

Ok, I’m done.

 

Love,

Kyla

About Me

Howdy!

Sorry if that word bothers you. I’m an Aggie so I have to say it. {I’m almost positive there’s a student fee for it somewhere in the tuition so I’m going to wear it out just in case. They getcha wherever they can these days.}

This is just a little tidbit about me. Not that I’m all that interesting that I need an entire blog to myself, but I like to write. And I’m a crafty lady so I’ll share some of those fun things as well. And just an added bonus – I’m terribly awkward, so I have a lot of good stories. And I have a cat, so that speaks for itself.

Anyways…about me:

I’ve always considered my life to be somewhat hectic. In a good way of course. With that being said I’m going to use the cliche “creative people have messy minds” thing to my advantage. Because I am creative. I am actually very creative! But I am also organized…as in I use my planner to write things down so I can have the satisfaction of crossing them off once completed. It’s been working for me quite well thus far.

Now on to the transition…

I am a senior in college. Yep. The dreaded “last year of fun”. {cue evil laugh} I should technically be a junior, but my nerdiness excitement for learning took over the whole typical four-year degree plan thing.

So, the time has come. Time to transition from the college kid life {that I have perfected over these last three years} to big girl life. Sounds fun…right?

Sure – I’m ready for the transition…even if I don’t technically have a future job at the moment. I could always stick with my current position and be a waitress forever. Yea, right. Definitely the most humbling job out there – but that’s another time.

My dream is to become a professional events coordinator for a large corporation, a.k.a. Public Relations Specialist. This is where my creativity would come into play. And my planner. I really am good at that kind of stuff. And I really do love it. Sounds like a career plan to me!

This blog is going to be mostly me getting out my thoughts. Feel free to read – you never know what I have floating around in my head. I had another blog at one time, but I lost my log-in information….{that whole messy mind thing}.

But alas, it is time to start fresh! Time to transition into something new.

Love,

Kyla