“Growing Up”

Published December 9, 2014 by kairikainfsb3

Mom, I can’t wait till I’m big like you and I can wear a bra and go to work – Me as a Young Girl around 6 years old

Every kid at some point during their lives will say something along the words of “I can’t wait to grow up” and then we do grow up and find out that growing up isn’t as fun, exciting and cracked up as we made it sound like as children. We find out that being an adult has many responsibilities that we didn’t think of as young children. We realize that all the free time we thought that our parents had they really didn’t have. Saying this brings me to the 2nd part of this post.

If I could go backwards in life and redo my childhood I’d start from age 8. That’s when I started babysitting our neighbors kid and from there was babysitting every weekend with one weekend being 4 kids at once various ages. Instead of being excited to be a babysitter and volunteering for the task I would of kindly declined. At age 12 I started volunteering at our local Children’s Museum for 6-8 hours a day. I was there for a good 4 years stopped around age 16. It was a fun place don’t get me wrong having the younger kids come in all excited to make paper and want to color them for someone they love was one of the most amazing experiences I had at the time and it made me very happy.

Then that age came, “Yes that age” you know what i’m talking about when I say that. I turned 16 and my parents wanted me to start thinking about getting a job and I was very resist on doing so. However, they kept pushing and I landed my first job at Tim Hortons which lasted 3 days (Thats a post for another day) and went to Best Buy for 5 years. I have been in the working world since that day and like I mentioned before if I could turn back time and kindly decline the offer to babysit, turn around and run down the hill to join my friends playing on the playground behind our housing building. I would of taken my childhood to be a kid and not grow up fast.

If anyone is reading this and you are now a parent, aunt, uncle, grandparent or someone a child looks up to; please encourage them to be a kid and not wish to grow up to fast too soon.


Love and hurt feelings all from a gift

Published December 5, 2014 by kairikainfsb3

I’m laying in bed pondering countless subjects I could write about tonight when I came across “The One”. Yes, ” The One” its almost as if this subject jumped to the frontal portion of my skull screaming *pick me! Pick me!* for it is the season of giving, receiving, and possibly exchanging.

Every Holiday, Birthday, Valentines Day or other occasion where gifts are given I find my self staring at that one dreadful gift with that Fake *Awe, thank you* face. For Example, A Vase with fake flowers, something that seemed to resemble burnt wood chips at the bottom and a design that looks as if it was pulled out of a dumpster behind the neighborhood thrift store. (Even they were like “Hell No” and chucked it) The colors resemble something out of a amatures art portfolio who did not understand the concept of color contrasting. What do I do with this thing? So I bring it home put it in every spot I could find; look at it for a moment each time until finally it finds a home in the closet for the next 4-5years.

What I have came to realize at age 25 after all those years of keeping those gifts I’d never use/open I could return/exchange them at the store they were bought from. Now why I didn’t think of that till I had my Baby Shower and I got doubles, triples of items we wouldn’t use is beyond me. I was able to take the item(s) return it to the store for a Gift Card and purchase something I would use or needed. To me it made more since then the original item sitting in my closet for ever.

However, despite the simple fact that this indeed makes more since you still have that one person who gave you the gift pissed off because you exchanged it. Heaven forbid you have a different taste then them or simply just find you don’t like the item. I mean seriously sit down on your chair, sofa or floor and ask your self before you start to complain “would I want my $10-$20 sit in a closet for many months or years? Or would I prefer them to exchange it for something that they do like or need? I recall having only one person in my 25 years of life annoyed that I said I don’t like something or that I won’t use it and exchanged it. I was called ungrateful and heartless. Pardon me for not wanting your money to sit in my closet and pardon me for being honest for if I were you I rather someone tell me they don’t like it for it helps me learn there likes and dislikes.

Please, remember this Holiday season be honest, loving and happy. Please comment and tell me about the time you maybe returned or didn’t return an item you would not use or didn’t like.

My face went beat red and I ran for Cover

Published December 2, 2014 by kairikainfsb3

It’s amazing how a laid back day can become a hectic fast paced day in a matter of seconds! I woke up today feeling energized and ready to clean the house from top to bottom and get a shine with the remaining part of my evening being a computer on my lap and soaking up all the Cyber Monday deals. A friend/coworker messaged me seeing if I had the day off and due to her asking I got curious and questionable on weather I really had the day off so I went online to check my schedule for the week. Sure enough I was suppose to be at work and it was currently 10:23am! I was scheduled at 10am! First thought running through my head was “Oh shit, I’m late” and second was “I could just stay home”. I called worked and told them I’d be in shortly that I forgot/didn’t realize I was suppose to be working hung up the phone and got dressed as fast as I could. Started the car let it warm up for a bit for here in Maine if you don’t let it warm up your not going any where.

By the time I got to work it was 11:00 and I punched in at roughly 11:02 but before punching in I had to go into the restroom and fix my pants. During my rushing process I some how managed to put my pants on inside out and button them without noticing. Talk about being embarrassed thou I was lucky no one noticed and I was able to fix this mishap before I did get spotted. Out of all the silly things I’ve done like putting my cell in the fridge, Jelly in the cupboard this is by far the worst.

In the comments feel free to tell me about the time you did something like this and you was lucky no one noticed, Or did they?

Bo Burham Who? is that?

Published December 2, 2014 by kairikainfsb3

Bo Burham, He’s an amazing dude, funny and cute in his own little way. Just a little about him for those who have No idea who this guy is and at the end of this post is a small video of him and for goodness sakes look him up! Lol!

Bo Burham, Real name is Robert Pickering. He writes comedic and sings satirical songs (taken straight from Wikipedia). I discovered him on You Tube and since then he’s gotten bigger and more Famous. Some of the things he says/sings can be hurtful so please search and listen at your own feelings.

Run over and Squashed

Published November 29, 2014 by kairikainfsb3

I don’t understand why people say the things they do to other, why they think it’s okay to hurt someone else. I have been through a lot since I was a child to now and I never once thought that being called names as an adult would be worse then being bullied as a young teenager in High school. The sad part about hurting others is it always ends up being the person closest to us the person that we shouldn’t be hurting but we are.

Bitch, Drama Queen, Liar, Controlling this is just a few of the things I’ve been called in just 2 months and  from people that I once highly cared about. I broke down into a million pieces and spent half of my night in tears and the other half curled up on my bed surfing the internet. How could they say those things? How can they take a small misunderstanding and blow up to the point of no return? Do they see that they are hurting me and the people around me? These were the questions replaying over and over in my head and If it weren’t for Zach(my boyfriend) who came up to cheer me up; I probably would of hid in our bedroom all night and most of today. The words he said to me were simple but yet had so much meaning in them “Ignore them and don’t let them get to you” and that’s exactly what I decided to do. I chose exactly that, I chose not to allow them to define who I am for I know and He knows who I truly am.

I may of been Run over and Squashed but I got back up and am now taking control of the situation by ignoring them and moving on with our lives.