Meet Mason

In recent years I have had countless pets. I blame my attachment issues on the amount of pets that have come in and out of my life, since I was just a mere child. Let me remind you that none of my pets have died, they just have been simply and sadly aborted out of my life.

We had Willy, Cosmo, Zorro, Duke, Sammy, and Amelia....just to name a few. I think Teddy is the only one that has left my life not by someone saying they simply no longer wanted him in their life. Oh the sacrifices I have made and the tears I have shed. I blame my tear ducts being dried up on the amount of pets that have left my life as well.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I am here to announce the arrival of Mason Clydesdale I.

Recently a dear friend was taken from mine and Kaitlyn's lives alike. So we decided that we wouldn't replace that good little fella but we would simply fill in the gaps that have been left emptier than the inside of a turkey on Thanksgiving. We began with a venture to Petsmart, we paced the store trying to find the perfect little critter. I fell madly in love with the Golden Retriever but I had a feeling that maybe I will save that surprise for my husband in the years to come. Something was telling me that Petsmart was not the place for us to be. I suggested one of my personal favorites, Animal Ark. I had such extreme luck with the former rodent that I thought we should give it another shot. We walked in and I saw that light. On the ground, inside a cage, ready to go, were two little guys. With a sign saying "two male guinea pigs and cage $59.99". It was no coincidence. Kaitlyn and I took no time to get them out of their cages and call them our own. Without hesitating for a second, I picked up that sweet, mohawked, red-eyed, thing and cuddled him in my arms. I will call him Mason.

So, there is only one thing left to say...Welcome home Mason and Sylvester! Welcome home!

Really

is it weird to be dating someone, break it off, not talk once after it is over, then two weeks later open your facebook inbox to them sending you this:

Reason, Season, and Lifetime..

People always come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do...
When someone is in your life for a REASON,
it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty,or to provide you with guidance and support,to aid you physically, emotionally, or even spiritually.
They may seem like a godsend to you, and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be....
Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time,this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end....
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they just walk away.
Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on....
When people come into your life for a SEASON,it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.And like Spring turns to Summer and Summer to Fall, the season eventually ends....
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway);and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas in your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Thank you for being part of my life.

Boys. I can't get them to just forget about me.

Kill The Lights

So I went to see ITS BRITNEY bitch on Tuesday. Pardon my language, it's not swearing if you're quoting someone. Anyway....It was EPIC to say the least. At first it was the pussycat dolls, whom I am aspiring to be like. Then it was my one and only idol...BRITNEY. I was taken back to my youth,when I went to her first concert, this one was slightly bigger. She was slightly bigger too. But man, if I could dance in boots and wear those sequen pants, I wouldn't care about anything else. Except for my hot background dancing boyfriend. That I would care about, as well. Anyway, she is smokin hot. I think she should seriously consider having concerts here on a weekly basis.

I was in pure circus heaven.

But the very best part of the entire evening was as the night was coming to a close. We were stuck in the parking garage and for some reason NO ONE was moving. It was treacherous to say the least. We were sitting there for I think 45 minutes when there was finally some movement. So silverado tried squeezing in between us and bmw. That was so not happening. Megan would not allow such idiocracy. So we stayed about 1 inch away from bmw when silverado gets SO mad and was getting closer and closer to hitting us. I seriously wish Meg would have just let her hit us, it would have been hilarious. So....Silverado finally got close enough that Megan gave up (or so it seemed) and let the truck in and driver so dramatically flipped us off. I thought it was game over, we just got beat by a skinny fat girl in an oversized truck. But Megan, having not been born just yesterday, had a different plan. We cut through the parking lot and attempted skipping about 4 other cars...we thought we were stuck but no, no, not us. We paid off scion with 3 dollars to let us go in front of them. WE WON. We always do.

Reasons, like seasons, they constantly change.

I was going to go back to Wisconsin for the summer. I was really excited about it. I then found out that Heather, a girl I work with, was quitting. She was offered a promotion at her other job that she couldn't turn down. That would have left The Factory in a slight bind. So Dustin, the boss man, sent me an email asking if he gave me a raise if I would stay here, he also is being really generous with giving me time off to see my family throughout the summer. I felt like I could not turn that down. I guess this is where I am supposed to be. Even though somedays I want nothing more than to hang out with my parents and to go to my little brothers baseball games, I know that there is a reason I should stay here. I don't have a clue what it is because if I really were to elaborate on my crazy life as of now...or the last year and a half..I'm sure a few would advise me to go home and never look back. But I will say, I have beyond amazing friends out here...I don't think they are aware of how great they really are, I live with a wonderful family that has helped me out more than they know, I have a spectacular sister that I love so much, a nephew that makes me think I like children because he is so adorable, a great ward that reaches out to me constantly, and a really great job. Oh! and I have insurance now! So, the pros of staying here outway the cons and I wouldn't be a Christensen if the second I made a plan, something came along to change those plans. But all I can say is, I am so blessed to the point I feel like I don't even deserve it. But I will definitely not complain!

This is Weird

My life is weird.
The whole thing is just weird. It's weird how I can't drink out of a glass without a straw without spilling all over myself. It's kinda weird how my parents don't really care for animals and I have some odd obsession with them. It might be strange that my sister and I are 100% total opposites. It's a little weird that my entire family is blonde. So many things that have happened and are happening are so weird. My life has never been one for the norm. Have I ever mentioed the time I moved across the country in about 6 seconds or the time I cried my eyes out because my mom told me snails are gross and I couldn't have one as a pet? Or how about when me and my friend would jump on each others arms to try and break them? My life has always been a little off and these days it seems even more off. My spanish class is full of weirdos that don't know how to say trabajar or ellos. They literally cannot grasp that J makes an "h" and ll makes a "y". My math professor doesn't open her mouth when she talks, she only moves her lips and keeps her teeth clenched. That is so weird. I think the amount of money the people in my biology class spend on their appearance could save a third world country. That is a bunch of weirdys. I think work is weird sometimes. I walk in and I never know what to expect. I might be sent to set up volleyball nets, I might have to make a phone call about a stray dog in the parking lot, it's likely I will be complained to about something random like no toilet paper in the bathroom or someone might fly through a window. It's all weird stuff, not normal stuff. See I thought seeing my old boyfriend from four years ago for the first time in, four years, at school was weird. I think its weirder that he texts me everyday. EVERYDAY. And it's always really enthusiastic, like "hey amber how was your day???? mine was good!!!!!! ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! are you at work!?!?! ha ha ha ha!" see, that's weird. It's so weird how I have a mirror image. I have actually looked in the mirror and thought I was Kaitlyn. Everything that we can do like raise one lip raise an eyebrow, its the opposite and that's weird. The right side of me is always colder than the left, which is weird. I think it's weird how girls feel the urge to share how hairy their legs are. But they always do. Everytime a girl wears shorts it always follows with the comment "man, my legs are hairy". I do it too and it's kinda weird. What I'm really getting at here is that life is just weird. My life is the weirdest it's been since I used to pretend I was a german sheperd named Magic and would sleep in my hamper. I love the weirdness. I am LOVING every minute of it. I just want to bask in this weirdness forever. Everyone probably looks at me in my world of weirdness and twitterpation and just thinks I'm crazy. I'm not crazy, we're all just kinda weird. But I wouldn't trade this weird life for anything. Especially right now...man oh man alive.

fantASIA

So I was washing my hands post going to the bathroom and there are three girls standing there talking. Two are white and one is asian. The white girls are about 7 and the asian is probably 3. So apparently little asia is adopted and is girl #1's little sister. Asias name is Abby, and so is girl #2 (also known as Abby). So Older Abby turns to girl #1, with just immense confusion on her face, and says
"So, am I named after a chinese name?.... or is Abby named after a white person name?"

jeans are jeans

My friend Nate was telling me earlier today about this kid that was at ihop on new years morning.

There were two guys and one, asian, came in a little later very excited about something that had just happened. He was telling his friends about his trip to buckle prior to their ihop outing. Asia went to buckle to find himself a new pair of jeans. He found the PERFECT pair. They were absolutely wonderful, he could not live without them!! BUT, they were too expensive! way too expensive. He decided to try them on, just to get a taste of the greatest pants he has ever laid eyes on. He proceeded to tell his other expensively troused friends about how wonderful these pants really were and that he tried them on and they were perfect, he even kept telling the sales person to convince him NOT to buy the jeans because they were just soo expensive. Well, while he was in these fancy bloomers his not-so-friend called. And he said the rudest thing anyone could ever say! The most degrading thing this young man has ever heard! I mean his friend was p-u-r-e e-v-i-l. His friend had said something so incredibly out of this world and penurious, he was enraged. His friend said "why don't you buy cheap jeans? jeans are jeans man". Asia was LIVID. He sarcastically said "thanks dad!" and hung up the phone. Jeans are jeans?! How coould someone say that????? But better yet...the meanest most senseless thing this young man has EVER heard, in his entire life, is JEANS ARE JEANS!?
If that was the meanest thing everyone has ever heard and/or said in their lives. The world would really be in quite some good shape! I would actually be the happiest person known to man if all anyone ever said was "jeans are jeans". There would be nothing like "oh those jeans make you look fat" or "you suck at everything". I'm going to try to make that the meanest thing I could say to someone...Life will be glorious.


Well the story isn't quite over. See Nate and I decided that if he were to be in our presence for a solid minute we could have him in tears. Lucky you asia, thanks for going to the mall the same time we did. We followed him into a store I didn't even know existed. It was full of true religions and any other brand of pants you can name. Nate and I had quite the time arguing over which pants to buy....and we made it very clear that jeans are NOT just jeans. They define a person. I mean show your backside some respect here people. Well, him and his friends left the store so we followed. I then approached this young man and asked "where did you get those jeans? my friend here really needs a new pair and just does not know where to look!" He simply smiled, said no words, just pointed....right there....Express. I should have known. I thanked him and yelled "nate, we have arrived".