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Moving back home after being on my own for a few years

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Moving back home after being on my own for a few years

 

Hello my beauts, it’s me, yes I am still alive. Where have I been again might you ask? Honestly, guys, so much shit has been happening in my life and blogging had to be put on hold, but I am back and have a bunch of blog posts in mind for you guys, so thanks again for being patient with me!  From job hunting to trying to figure out my life in general, things have been hectic, to say the least. But I am here and finally feeling back to my old self again, which I have missed dearly, trust me.  I have been trying to brain storm different blog posts to come up with and have come up with a few great ones that I think that you beauts will enjoy a  lot. Shall we get into it or what? Like shut up lyss, no one cares.

The Bedroom

Guys…. GUYS. Can I just start off by saying you have not seen a kiddie bedroom until you have seen mine. Before I moved back home, I had this beautiful queen size bed, had my own room and everything. I still have my own room at home now don’t get me wrong, I mean that would be the cherry on top of the cake if I had to share a room as well, thank god I don’t have to. My bed you guys, is a toddler bed I kid you not. It’s no beauty queen size bed anymore, I am pretty sure I got jipped and got my little sisters’ bed when they were like two. I shit you not. But honestly, it’s actually a pretty comfy bed which is nice and I enjoy it. Would I invite my boyfriend to come stay over, sure…. if he wants to sleep on the ground? Oh and that’s the other beauty about being at home, I am still not allowed to sleep in the same bed (if I didn’t have my toddler bed) as my boyfriend and I am going on 24 years old… I used to live with the guy... I mean come on mom, I am going to marry the guy soon anyway. Gotta love being at home, but hey beauts…. Oh I am just getting started so grab some tea and come hang with me a bit longer.


Clothes 

I am pretty sure I am missing half of my wardrobe now, to say the least, and I came with a full wardrobe to moms…. Can you possibly guess who has been jacking my clothes? Oh yes, you guessed it.. my little sisters of course! The best part about all this is karma is a complete bitch. I used to steal my sibling’s clothes all the time and never asked permission to do so, so guess what? It’s going to bite me in the ass now, and now they are taking all my clothes without asking me. I apologize to my roommates and siblings for doing this to them because honestly, it sucks a lot of dicks. I hate that feeling, of all your stuff slowly disappearing and you can not do anything about it. Mom, I am getting a lock and hiding all my shit, k thanks.

House Rules

I think one of the beautys about coming home was the amazing house rules, tootles to you mom. Gotta love being on your own and coming home and having to follow all these rules or basically, you were getting in shit. The best one yet was no cuddling on the couch or laying down beside your boyfriend on the couch. I am not much for PDA but Mom….MOM, I am 24 years old, let’s get with the program here.  I remember one day my mom also got fed up with being the maid and set a new rule where everyone in the house picks a day to cook dinner. Hey, guys, I thought when you move back home, you got everything made for you, like dinner… am I right ?! Thank god this rule did not really follow through and I have not had to show off my famous cooking skills yet… I feel bad for my boyfriend when I visit him. Emptying the dishwasher kills me. I mean let me just inform you how big my family is okay. I am a twin, we all knew that and I have two younger sisters who are 14 and they are twins too, then I have my step dad and my mom, oh and also my step sister as well.. you feel my pain? I feel like we are always constantly emptying the dishwasher because of how many dishes we go through on a daily basis, it’s insane. And emptying the dishwasher literally is one of the most annoying jobs ever in life, I absolutely hate it.    Another thing is that it’s a race to be the “table setter” because everyone hates clearing the table once we are finished dinner. So we literally run to be the table setter and it’s a competition. Another rule that we are very strict on in this house is turning off things.  If something is left on such as a light, god forbid someone is getting murdered.  There is literally rules coming out of my asshole and I can not stand it, I dare you to live in my house for a week, goodluck!

Family Movie Nights 

Oh god do not even get me started on family movie nights. I am so used to cuddling with the boyfriend and relaxing on the couch but oh no… no no no we have beautiful family movie nights here. I am talking about the whole sha-bang. Also, did I mention it takes an hour to try to find a child appropriate movie for my younger sisters and a movie that everyone will enjoy watching? By the time we have picked a movie, I am literally ready for bed or K-OD on the couch. Also one of the amazing rules mom came up with was no texting during the movie and phones completely go away. Try telling this to two 14-year-old girls, and someone who is a selfie-queen …. it just does not go over well. I can proudly say I am a 24-year-old woman who still has family movie nights almost every other day…

 Privacy

Privacy… what is privacy these days? Nobody really even knows, especially when it comes to my household. I try to have a nice romantic visit with my boyfriend and I am welcomed by my little sisters splashing in the hot tub with us and talking about periods. I can not even handle it. There is nowhere to go alone in this house without being welcomed or interrupted by another family member. We usually like to peace out and just go out for a nice dinner instead of having a group dinner at home. Oh and the noise, don’t even get me started on that. I am trying to sleep in my child room and all I can hear is “Aaron liked my picture!” or ” Tony said I was cute!“, at like 3 in the morning…. there is no proper sleep in my house ever.

Well beauts, going to go take a nap in my toddler bed! I hope you all enjoyed reading my crazy journey back home and laughed a bit! I absolutely love my family don’t get me wrong but sometimes, it’s good to move out and have your own personal space. Be sure to follow my other social media accounts located on my home page for upcoming blog posts in the near future! Take care!

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Most Embarrassing Moments Part 3

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Most Embarrassing Moments Part 3


Hey my beauts, I hope you are all having a wonderful Friday so far! I know I am super excited for the weekend, as I am back in school now. I have been in school for about a week now for the Social Service Intensive Program. I really am loving this course, but as you know, intensive means a shit ton of work crammed in a short amount of time, unfortunately, so that is overwhelming to take in. I am sure I will get used to it, just not used to sitting in a very small classroom that resembles high school, I am used to sitting in a huge lecture hall where all you have to do is listen and take notes. College is much different than that. I am expected to engage in the material and actually learn hands on, so it has been a huge change for me. So I have been trying to balance blogging as well in my spare time so bare with me here. I thought for this blog, why not have some laughter to start off this weekend with a bang? I remember my previous embarrassing moments blog post and it was a real hit, everyone seemed to enjoy making fun of me….. no, I am kidding! But it’s always fun to share a good laugh once in a while.  So without further or do let’s jump into the times when life hated me!

Let’s stick to baseball bats

I believe I was around 12 or so maybe even younger and I was at my babysitter’s house while my mom was at work after school. I was with my cousin, sister, and the babysitter’s son. So we were dumb and young, and thought “hey, why not play baseball with a rock and tomato stick?“. Cause that is the thing to do these days right? Ya okay… So it’s my turn to pitch the rock, fantastic. I am pitching the rock to my cousin and low and behold, I did not move away far enough. My cousin, determined to wack this rock so far decides to smoke my eye with the stick instead. Doesn’t he run back home, everyone goes inside and I am left bawling. The end of the story results in me missing the African Lion Safari Trip with my class at the time and having to stay home. I also tried to convince my mom I couldn’t see well from the accident, as I really wanted glasses. I didn’t get glasses, but I give myself an A for trying

 Fire Hazards

When I was in sixth grade, I had severe OCD. I mean we are talking I could not touch light switches was hands that were slightly wet, or I would call my mom at work explaining I was burning the house down. So one day before school, I decided to make toast, nothing new, and accidentally left the toaster on…… dear lord help us. So my OCD was very bad that day and I could not remember for the life of me if I had unplugged the toaster or not that morning. I literally was almost sweating and I could hear my heart racing.  I finally got the balls to ask my teacher if it was okay if I went home at lunch time to check to see if my toaster was unplugged so I would not burn the house down. Needless to say, the house wasn’t burnt down and the toaster was unplugged.

Independent at the Gym

So I decided to join a gym… surprise! I thought to myself, “I got this, I can go by myself, I mean, the equipment is easy enough to learn right?“….. maybe for a normal person, not Lyss! So I was at the gym one fine day and decided to try out some new equipment as it was leg day. I went to another section of the gym, where I have never been before, and literally tried out some new things. I saw a machine that I was kind of familiar with, as it looked easy enough. Do you think it was easy for me? Absolutely not. I think it was called a leg press or something, don’t quote me on that though. So I was at the gym trying out this new machine and then I started getting into some problems. I then realized, okay…. I literally have no idea how to work this machine and there are no instructions on it…great! So I decided to pull out my phone and start YouTubing and googling how to work this god damn machine. Here I am thinking I am being so sneaky, meanwhile some broad was watching me the whole entire time I was YouTubing and watching this video on silent. She walks over to me, looking at me like I have three heads, and asked, “do you need some help I saw you on Youtube“. I then had to explain my situation and it was literally so simple how to work this machine. I was so embarrassed! I am looking up videos before I go to the gym next time, and not at the gym.

“Don’t even ask”

I was at my old place for this story and was still living with my mom and dad…holy that was years ago! I am pretty sure we were watching a movie as it was late out, and I eventually passed out watching this thing…no surprise.  So the movie is over, my mom wakes me up and states, “Alyssa go to bed”. So I wake up, didn’t even know I was awake, I thought I was still dreaming, and slowly walk to my bedroom….or so I thought. I went into the laundry room, opened up the trash can, peed in it, and just sat there. My mom walks in startled and wonders what the hell I am doing, I look at her, give her the hand and state, “Don’t even ask”, and I pull up my pants and head to bed. Sleep tight!

I didn’t know where I was

So this lovely story was just last year when I went on a trip with my boyfriend to Mexico. We, of course, went out pretty much every night to a bar that was around our resort. I was pretty intoxicated, to say the least, and we went abouts on our way to the club. So I was having a great time and then BAM… don’t remember the rest of the night. The next morning, my boyfriend informs me that I was standing in the middle of the dance floor, by myself, not even dancing, just looking around… cause that’s attractive. I was so embarrassed but let out a giant laugh because I can just picture how stupid I looked. For sure that Mexico water did me in.

I thought my boyfriend was a wolf

Okay okay, this is honestly one of my absolute favourites. I was at my apartment building sleeping away, and it was probably in the early morning. I was literally having one of the worst dreams ever and thought I was getting attacked by a wolf no joke. So what’s a girl going to do when she is getting attacked by a wolf? Obviously, punch it hello. Thanks to my lovely boyfriend being right there I punched him square in the face. I woke up immediately as he yells “what the FUCK”. I thought for sure I was getting sent to the couch.

Tatas for Everyone

I was at my friend’s house for a sleepover with one of my other friends. I decided the night before to purchase this really cute shirt from lasenza, it was like a crop sweatshirt, I don’t know but it was adorable. So it is night time now and we are all fast asleep. Morning comes and I realize it’s kind of breezy in the room. I usually sleep with my hands over my head just because it’s super comfy. Well arn’t the girls out for the world to see. I could not stop laughing, from this day I will not wear crop tops to bed at sleepovers.

I hope you beauts had a good laugh out of these funny and embarrassing stories. I know at the time I hated life, now they are hilarious and I laugh at myself. Let me know what you guys thought of them and comment down below what embarrassing moments you were a part of! Be sure to follow my other social media accounts located at the top of my home page for more updates on the latest blog posts!

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My Personal Ouija Board Experiences

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My Personal Ouija Board Experiences

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“Have you seen the ghost of Tom? Long white bones with the flesh all gone. Wouldn’t it be chilly with no skin on?” ….boy. I literally think I got taught that little song in grade 3 no joke, and it still scares the shit out of me. Why we got taught that in grade 3 I will never know.

Hello my beauts, can you guess what time of the year it is? YOU guessed it, Halloween is soon! I personally love anything scary, twisted, or creepy any day of the week. I literally spend hours watching twisted documentaries on youtube, or even watch paranormal videos by myself… yes I’m a little f*cked you could say! So instead of the normal blog topics that I liked to write about on a daily basis, I thought I could “spook” this one up a tiny wee bit just for yous. I decided to write this post on my personal experiences that I have had playing with the ouija board. This is a very controversial topic to discuss, especially if you are reading this post right now and have never even touched the board or played it before. Basically, for those who do not even know how to play it or how it works, you imagine yourself in a circle of light. This will help keep the demons far away and keep you basically in a safe place as you talk to spirits… sounds twisted right? Oh it is, but I love it. You and your friends then place the tips of your fingers on a little plaque that is placed on top of the ouija board itself.  The board itself displays the alphabet across the middle, a “yes” in one top corner and the word “no” in the other corner. At the bottom there are also the numbers from 0-10 and the word”good-bye“.. You and your friends then begin to ask it questions, and a spirit may talk back to you, moving the plaque by itself to spell out the answers across the board. When I first heard about this game, I literally thought it was a load of shit. I mean come on. Obviously your friends are the ones that move it right? Anyone can simply say a spirit is communicating with them, but meanwhile they are in fact the ones that are moving the plaque.

I first tried playing the ouija board I believe when I was in high school, and have many different experiences while playing it. Today however, I am going to share with you guys a few in mind that really stand out to me and that I even think about to this day. The first incident happened at my old apartment building that I used to live in within my high school years here in Hamilton. My mom, sisters and I were planning on moving back to my old hometown for my last year of high school. I strictly remember this because I was playing the ouija board with my twin in my old bedroom within the apartment building,  I knew we were not staying there anymore because we were moving soon, so I thought it was acceptable to play inside the home. Here’s a little FYI.. if you do plan on trying out a ouija board, do not and I mean DO NOT, play in your own home, simply bring the board outside to play with. You do not want that spirit hanging around in your home afterwards for safety reasons. So me being such a smartie at the time, I thought it was a brilliant idea to play in my room… I mean come on… the people who start living there next will have to suffer and not me… it’s all good. So my sister and I got busy and started asking the ouija board simple questions such as, “who are you” and what not.  While playing the ouija board before, I have never contacted any spirits that I had known before passing away, I always came into contact with random spirits. This spirit happened to spell out the name, “Jake“.  Okay…. I thought as I tried to understand this spirit and who he was a bit better. We then began to ask him how he had died. The spirit had spelled out the word, “ATV“. I literally felt goosebumps rise up my arm as the spirit responded. In fact, my twin and I knew a Jake who had passed away due to an ATV accident that had happened a few years ago. Jake went to our elementary school and our highschool as well. Although we did not know him that well, he thought my twin was very beautiful a few years back and had actually reached out to her, asking her to hangout previously but they never did.

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So usually with ouija boards, you ask the spirit the question and they move the plaque around the board to spell out their answers. This time, Jake started to ask us some questions. He began to spell out the question, “Stefanie (my twin), do you feel me?”. Stef and I both kind of looked at eachother like what the heck is he talking about? So stef ended up asking Jake where he was. Jake spelled out, “I am touching your left arm“. We both froze as stef’s left arm started to grow cold, we could not believe it. We continued to keep talking to Jake and we realized he came into contact with us because of Stefanie and how he wanted to talk to her. He also brought up his current girlfriend at the time of his death and asked how she was doing. Jake then stated that he really missed her and asked if she was sad. I told him that a lot of people were very overwhelmed and sad about his passing and that he will be very missed. Although this was a very shocking and creepy experience considering he wanted us to feel him, it was very comforting knowing that Jake was around and that he wanted to reach out. I will never forget this experience. We also managed to come into contact with Jake a second time actually not too long ago. This was in my fourth year of university, at my student house in our backyard one cold night. Jake managed to find me and reach out again. He was  very amusing because he started to spell words incorrectly and joke around. This is so accurate because this was Jake to a T, a class clown. I remember asking my friend Jessica who was with us at the time watching if she wanted to put her hands on the plaque as well. She said it was okay, but Jake had spelled out, “Make her“, so she ended up placing her hands on too. I also remember him saying that the “hotrums were pretty (my last name)“, and a giant smile grew across my face. There is something about coming into contact with people you know that is so comforting and reassuring.

This is where my next experience with the ouija board comes into play. It was actually that same chilly night in fourth year that I came into contact with my grandpa, or my “gpa” as we used to call him. I was actually praying that he would come and find me on the board.  Since his sudden and unexpected passing, my family including myself had so many questions and just wanted to know that he was safe up there in heaven. I was playing with my two best friends and suddenly a spirit came on the board. I had asked who this was and the spirit spelled out the word, “gpa“. Of course you are skeptical because you never know if it is just someone else pretending to be that person. This is when you ask more personal questions that only that person would know the answer to. I began to ask him so many different personal questions. I had asked him how he passed away and he spelled out the word “heart“. I was shocked because he did pass away from a heart attack. I asked him where he died and he spelled out “Florida“… I could not believe it. I asked him who his first grandson was and he spelled out “Jordan“, which was completely true. One thing that completely touched me was when he started talking about my grandma or “gma” as we call her. He spelled out that she “never dances anymore“. My gma was always the type of person who liked to randomly country line dance in her home and just be goofy. He also stated that she never goes out anymore either. At the time of my grandpas death, my grandma took it extremely hard and limited herself to staying inside her apartment building a lot, which one would expect after their significant other passes. He then began to spell out that he loved her and misses everyone. After grasping all of this information that my gpa had came on the board, my best friend was completely balling as she still placed her fingers on the plaque. Me? I was in complete shock and I think that is why I didn’t shed a tear, I did not think I would ever reach him but I did. He then spelled out something that made my heart sink….. “I’m sorry“. His death hit everyone in my family including all of his friends extremely hard and rough. Everyone was devastated including myself. To see him say he was sorry that he left was extremely hard to take in.  Gpa also spelled out that he is always around gma and that gma can feel him. This was all so comforting to experience, and I will never ever forget that night. I love you gpa.

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These are two personal experiences that were both comforting and touching. I was indeed lucky to have experienced “happy” ouija board experiences as opposed to scary and completely f*cked. I do in fact have some more messed up stories to share with you guys but these experiences did not happen to me. This experiences happened to my mom and my uncle when they were younger in the house they grew up in. These stories are so messed up I just had to share them with all of you guys.

The first story I have for you guys happened when my uncle was playing with their ouija board. Basically the board told my uncle that if he were to throw 3 darts at a dart board in the dark he would get them all on the board….. ya ok. So my uncle knew that was a load of crap but went for it anyways! The first dart he threw he knew landed on the floor, the second he heard landed beside the dart board and hit the wall, and the third dart he thought landed on the board. He knew right then and there that the ouija board was wrong, so he went to go and turn on the lights. He could not believe it. The three darts were in fact all on the board like the ouija board had predicted….. all in the center… 666. GET OUT OF HERE. BYE. PCE FELICIA. Oh. did I also mention that this spirit told my uncle his name as well, and that he was “satan“. YUPP. I would have been gone out of that house so fast.  Since playing the ouija board in the basement, strange things started happening inside the house. Can you see why I told you guys to not play it in your house and emphasized that? This is why. Trust me… they learned their lesson. On one incident, a light bulb exploded in their home, okay sounds not too eerie right? Strange thing is, the glass globe around the light bulb did not shatter, only the lightbulb inside, how is that even possible? Another incident happened when my uncle and my aunt were sleeping in bed. In the middle of the night their pillows whipped out from underneath their heads and their blanket flew off….. BYE FELICIA. If that does not scream, “ get the f*ck out of there“. I do not know what does. Eventually, my uncle ended up burning the ouija board within the fire and that was that.

Overall,it is totally up to you guys if you want to play with a ouija board and try it out for yourselves. Make sure you vision yourself in a circle of light before playing, as well as to make sure you say “good-bye” before closing up the board and leaving. You do not want any spirits hanging around afterwards.  If you are wondering where to purchase a ouija board, you can actually get one…. believe it or not…. at Toys R Us. I could not believe it, hell that is where I purchased mine for $20.00.  Can you also believe that the game says ages 8 and up? 8!!!?????  Hell I am 23 and still get nervous/scared playing with the board. So if you are up for a little scare and spooky night go and try it out for yourself but beware.. you never know who will find you on the board.

I hope you guys enjoyed this halloween special blog post. Be sure to follow my page for more blog posts to come in the near future. Let me know below if you guys have had any unusual or spooky experiences with ouija boards in your life, I am curious! Also be sure to follow my other social media sites:

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“I Was That Crazy Girlfriend”- Storytime

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Hello my beauts, I hope you are all doing great and are having a terrific Friday so far! I decided to write a blog post this week dedicated to one of my storytime experiences. I absolutely love storytime youtube videos and laying back/relaxing and watching them. Whether it is embarrassing storytime experiences, funny ones, or just plain dumb ones I love them all. Let me know what you guys think about this storytime blog post, and if you guys would like me to come up with more !

Okay, so this storytime I absolutely had to share. I was looking up random youtube videos the other day and came across an “I was a crazy girlfriend” video. I thought to myself, hey…. I literally went through that psychotic phase once in my life and can truthfully say I was THAT girl. No,I am not saying that I am naturally a psychotic bitch, but what I can honestly say is that I was in numerous unhealthy relationships that made me grow into a psychotic bitch… and a big one at that. Looking back at these stories you literally stop and think to yourself, “what the hell was I thinking?”. First of all, if someone is making you turn into this ugly monster then why are you even with them? Only you know exactly who you are as an individual, and if some other person makes you turn into somebody you are not, you should know right away that that is a huge red flag. Unfortunately, being in my teens and immature at the time, I did not have smart mature Alyssa to say “Hello, wake the hell up!”. I experienced all this first hand and I can say I have been through hell and back when it came to guys and being in relationships. But hey… you learn from them.

The first storytime experience that I have to share with you guys is of course about one of my ex’s and past relationships. No, I am not going to bash this person, but at the time we both had young minds and were not that mature. I remember the relationship started off strong and amazing, but then we started butting heads. We could never see eye to eye on stuff, and he eventually grew into the party phase where I wasn’t at the time allowed to go to parties. He would always go out here and there to different parties and get hammered out of his face, whereas I would be at home wondering where he was, what he was doing, and who he was partying with. I used to absolutely hate him going to parties, and whenever he would let me know he was going to one, I would automatically freak out and explode on him. Eventually, he decided to hide the parties from me and make up excuses and lies that he was somewhere else. One night, I had a hint that he was going to go to a party so I had brought up the question to him if he was going or not. Of course, he denied it and said he was just hanging at his friend’s house. I had an idea of who he was going to the party with so what did I decide to do? I went onto his Facebook (knew his password) and pretended I was him. I messaged his friend asking if the party was still on for tonight. His friend I think knew that it was me for some reason, meanwhile, I thought I was the sneakiest bitch alive. My boyfriend at the time ended up messaging me flipping out that I was pretending to be him, which eventually caused an even bigger fight. First of all looking back on this, I do not think it is appropriate for your significant other to have all of your passwords to your private accounts that is just my opinion. Not necessarily that you are hiding things, just that is your own private space, and people such as my old psychotic self, are going to lurk the shit out of you… literally the shit out of you.

So needless to say, the relationship got even worse, and we literally went back and forth at each other for months.  Another incident that had happened was when we were at wonderland the one day. At the end of the night, he had left his phone in my mom’s car by accident when we dropped him off at home. What did I decide to do? Creep the shit out of it of course. This is another no-no. Do not lurk your boyfriend’s phone… ever. (Well I mean obviously sometimes, cause that is our job), but chances are you are going to take something the wrong way or see something you do not like. So as I am hardcore creeping, I come across a few messages between him and another girl. I keep on creeping and am overwhelmed at the amount of hate they are having that is geared toward ME. I am literally the hot topic of the conversation… my own boyfriend was bashing me. He kept going off how I was such a lurker and so forth and he was sick of it.  Yes, in all honesty, I should not have lurked that much, I obviously did not give him that trust.  After a while, that relationship ended.

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In my next storytime, I can honestly say this guy drove me insane… near the end of course. In my previous storytime I brought some of the problems upon myself, but this …. this guy made me the psychotic bitch I was. So in the beginning of the relationship things were all fine and dandy and the first few months were great! A couple months in however, we were at a community centre dance, he was hammered out of his face and I noticed he was texting a girl. I snuck a peak in and realized it was his ex-girlfriend. Did that sit well with me? OH hell no. I exploded. I mean come on, if you’re still into your ex then why are you with a new person… explain that to me. I was furious. I think that was the start to our rollercoaster of a relationship. There were numerous times where I was iffy about what he was doing and who he was chatting with. When it came to his first year of university, I was still in high school… well grade 13 as some may call it. Of course, I had the jitters about what girls he would be talking to and who he would be around with at university.  So I give him the benefit of the doubt and try as much as I can to trust him.  A week goes by and I stumble across a photo he was tagged in on Facebook (literally social media kills relationships), of him and his friend  having their arms around two blonde bombshells. I LOST it. First because… who they hell were these people. Second, it literally looked like one blonde babe for each guy, including my boyfriend.  What also did not help was he was literally one of the only guys in his program he had taken at University. Just my luck.  So obviously I was a little on edge about who he was talking to or texting.

I remember one time while we were hanging out at his friend’s house the one night (his friend by the way was a good looking muscle bodybuilder jacked type ok), his friend blurted out “Did Sarah (fake name) text you at all?”, he replied, “no why?”, the friend went on to say “Oh cause she really wanted your number to see what you were doing tonight”. By the way, this conversation all happened when I was chilling right there on the couch with them. You can probably guess what was going through my mind at that current second. First, this Sarah chick better not be one of those blonde bombshells in that picture he was tagged in. Second, why does she want to hang out with you at the bar tonight? I am sorry but that all seems a little bit sketched for my liking.  That was when I developed a little bit of a red flag towards this broad. She was always brought up in conversations about us when we were arguing with one another. She always seemed to cause one of our fights which was super annoying and frustrating. I remember the one time I was creeping her..that is what we do… and came across a picture of him and her at one of the university’s sports events. He was shirtless and she was painting him in the school colours…. that did not fly too well with me either. By this point, I was super unhappy, I was losing complete trust in this guy which made me all in all become literally a psychotic bitch.

I remember the final straw was when he had gotten into a car accident one day early in the morning. He had to drive each day bright and early for morning placements quite a distance aways. He had called me after he had gotten into the accident saying he refuses to drive to placement for a while because he was all shaken up which was understandable. I basically asked him where he was going to stay then and he mentioned that he was going to ask Sarah to stay at her place for the week up where the placement was located. Oh my god I literally lost my shit. I basically said you have got to be joking right? Like you’re kidding? He knew for a fact that I could not stand this girl whatsoever and for good reasons. She obviously had a thing for him and I was not about to let her come between our relationship. I offered other suggestions like renting a place, or even staying at a motel but he refused.   So we chatted more about it, and of course, I was not about to let that happen…. at least while I was with him. Like what girlfriend in their right mind would even agree to something like that? Like “Yeah sure hunny, go have fun, be safe, and make sure you keep your dick in your pants okay?”…. like no just no.

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So later on we got talking and he mentioned that I could come with him. I thought about it for a while, really not wanting to stay at this broad’s house but if it meant to help save our relationship I would do it. So what did my ass start do? I started packing for the week. I knew he had made up his mind to leave later that day so I started packing away!  I remember later on I had sent him a message asking if I needed to bring extra pillows or anything and he replied being so confused. I called him up and asked what the problem was, and he stated that I could not come live with them for a bit at her house.  I told him that he stated I could come with, but he had meant for the car ride with his mom to drop him off……… are you KIDDING me. I lost it and I mean lost it on the phone. I do not think I have ever seemed so crazy in my life, I was literally the definition of a nut job and for good reasons. I left him the option that if he goes we are absolutely done. I can not live day by day with my nerves built up like that… especially for my own god damn sanity that is for sure. So he chose to leave and I right then and there dumped his ass…BYE FELICIA. Of course being idiots that we were we continued to hate text each other the rest of the day and he decided to inform me that Sarah was wondering why I didn’t go with his mom to drop him off. Apparently, she had stated, “I would want my girlfriend to come, just so you can Show that he is your property“. First of all, what the hell does that even mean? Second, Sarah you made me that psychotic bitch. Third, at least she opened my eyes to someone who I do not want to spend the rest of my life with that is for sure! Oh my goodness still when I talk about that incident I get heated and wonder how a boyfriend can be so dumb… someone please inform me.

I have one more crazy girlfriend story for you beauts, this one actually still has to do with the previous ex I had talked about up above.. no surprise there! I remember the one day I was lurking his Facebook because well… the motherf***er left it on I actually did not know his password surprisingly! How shocking!!! So anyways , my boyfriend and I at the time actually were planning on going vacation with his family to a tropical destination in a month or so (just keep that in mind). So I am lurking his messages between him and his friend and come across my boyfriend saying how he wishes Brittany (fake name) could come to the destination with us because she is so hot. Why I did not tell this guy to take a large hike and a half a while ago is still beyond me. But that did not fly well with me whatsoever considering his own god damn girlfriend was the one coming to the place with him not Brittany. When you look back at all these incidents you literally just laugh. Like why would anybody in their right mind want to be with someone who treats you like that and is THAT disrespectful to their own girlfriend? So basically the message to take away from these storytimes is that is he makes you a crazy ass bitch, pce out from that relationship it isn’t worth it. The feel or need to lurk is ridiculous and nobody should have to go to that extreme with their significant partner. There is obviously a lack of trust in the relationship or even a lack of communication.

I hope you guys enjoyed these storytime experiences I have had with crappy relationships in the past! I often find storytimes are so entertaining to read! Be sure to follow me on my other social media accounts:

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Embarrassing Moments (Part 2)

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Embarrassing Moments (Part 2)

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Hey there beauts! I hope you all have been having a fabulous week as we are starting to get some super nice weather now! Thank gosh! I have been busy lately with packing/school work so I have been kind of slacking on the blogs lately, sadly! I apologize but I am going to post this one today for you guys! I really enjoyed writing the mini-series of letters and may throw a few more of those ones here and there, but I wanted to spice up this blog post a bit. I know you guys really enjoyed reading about my embarrassing moments blog post, and I decided to post another one for you guys to read and enjoy! Some of these embarrassing moments happened recently, and some I just thought of that happened a couple years ago. So without further or do let’s get started shall we?!

1)Balls Anyone?  So I was grocery shopping with my boyfriend a couple weeks ago and obviously brought along my keys on my keychain with me. As some of you know already I bought a lovely cute ball sack key chain from Spencers because I am weird like that and they looked extremely interesting. So that lovely ball sack key chain is attached to my keys and literally goes everywhere with me (might I add they look very realistic). So I decided to stuff my keys into my winter jacket and go about my shopping day with my boyfriend. As shopping is coming to a finish I look down to see some balls staring at me. Little did I know that my ball keychain was sticking out of my pocket the whole entire time shopping! It wasn’t even like the key chain holder was sticking out so you could tell it was a key chain….no… just a pair of balls chillen. I could not stop laughing and crying! Needless to say the balls will stay in the purse next shopping visit.

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2) My mom thinks I am a bitch.  So when I was younger, and I mentioned this in one of my previous blog posts, I went through a phase where I could not lie. I am not too sure if I thought I was going to hell or what, but I had to tell the truth for absolutely everything. So one day during this phase, I knew that I had to tell my mom something. I was extremely embarrassed but knew that I had to tell her because I could not lie! I pulled her to the side and needed to tell her that I hated her homemade hamburgers. I told her that I thought they were super gross, and I preferred the frozen kind. After this I felt a huge weight being lifted off of my shoulders lmfao (Thank god I guess), but I felt like an ass for telling her! From now on my mom does not make me any homemade hamburgers, and now I can sleep better at night.

3) I am a crappy best friend! So at least a couple years ago, when my best friend (room mate) and my sister and I were just hanging out, we decided to just chill/drink. Obviously we are all feeling it a bit, or a lot, and you know what that means?!…. things are said that should not be said.  We are all having a nice conversation when I turn to my best friend out of nowhere and say ” You are so rude, no wonder you can’t get any guys!”. I could not believe that saying came out of my mouth but it did! She stormed off into her room and did not even want to talk to me. After I said this, I turned to my sister and asked her “what did I just say?!”, as if I literally had no idea what I just said to her.  I apologized to her and stated that I did not even know what I was saying!  Now it’s something that we laugh at because apparently I am a rude bitch!

4) A drunk hot mess-So literally  a long time ago in highschool when I was dating one of my ex-boyfriends, we decided to go to this party and drink/hang with friends. Knowing me I kept drinking and drinking, and sooner or later started feeling it pretty good! As the night came to an end, we were catching a ride with my sister and her friend, but by this point I am hammered. We sit in the car getting ready to head back to his place when I started bawling. He looks at me so surprised and asks “what the hell is the matter?”. I reply, ” Bone on top of bone!”, and keep crying. At this point nobody knows what the heck I am talking about, but I continue to say this statement.  Finally, everyone figures out that I pulled a muscle in my foot, and that’s what I meant by “bone ontop of bone”.  So we get back to my ex’s place, and we try to be extremely quiet getting in because everyone is sleeping. I state to him “I need my facewash”, and he replies ” you can wash your face in the morning”. So what do I do?! I start crying of course, demanding that my face needs to be washed.  So he eventually grabs my facewash then an instant smile appears on my face as I am now ready for bed. We head upstairs, as he goes into his room and I am across the hall in his sisters room.  All of a sudden he starts flipping out because he can not find his phone and insits he left it at the party. So, he comes into my room, asks to borrow my phone to try to call his and see if someone answers. As I am laying there passing in and out as the room is spinning, I suddenly hear him say “hello!?”, and then again, “hello!?”. Of course me being a dumb drunk  I decide to answer back and yell “HELLO”, thinking he was talking to me. I do not hear anything for a few minutes and automatically think he is ignoring me. I storm into his room huffing and puffing as well as crying saying “why didn’t you answer me back!?”. He looks at me dumbfoundly and replies , “I was not even talking to you go back to bed”. I storm back off into my room and eventually fall back to sleep. Apparently I did not clue in whatsoever that he was speaking to the kid who answered his phone when he called off of mine.  Let’s just say we laughed about this story forever.

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5) I ratted out my sister! So when my sister and I were probably in grade 9 or 10, I honestly forget, we were hanging out at my friend’s house at the time. My sister and I never drank before, but my friend insisted we try some alcohol. Later that night we were planning on visiting my mom at work since she was a bartender. So my sister starts drinking a lot with our friend and eventually gets drunk. I am pretty sure that I refused to drink because I was not feeling anything whatsoever. So of course my sister is acting ridiculous and passing in and out on the bus with our friend. My sister and I being country girls, we hardly knew anything about the city or buses at this time. So here I am on  a bus with drunk 1 and drunk 2, unsure which stop to get off at , and they are almost passed out on the bus. I am starting to freak out but eventually my friend comes to and we manage to get off at the right stop. As we arrive at my mom’s work I start panicking and worrying because I have never seen my sister drunk before. I decide to pull my mom aside at work and tell her that my sister and our friend are hammered. I am pretty sure that my sister got in shit, but she has never let this story go since then.

6) But first, let me take a selfie– So probably about maybe a year ago, I was at a bar with some of my friends and drinking our lives away. The alcohol hit me and I was starting to feel pretty good as we were dancing and having a great time. I decided to go home with this guy that night from the bar and “hang” with him let’s just say. So we go about our night, not going to go into details, but you get the picture. The next day when I went home and was looking through the pictures from the night before, I came across a selfie of me and him… literally in bed…. just smiling and acting all normal. The picture was not anything bad whatsoever, but who stops to take a selie during ***?! Oh wait… apparently me I guess! Let’s just say that got deleted super quick. Never again.

7) I f***ing hate fish– So literally forever ago, I was on vacation with my friend’s family . Let me just add in there that this family lives for fish and I can not stand the smell/taste and all that jazz. So they decided the one night to take us all to a fish restaurant. Of course they know I do not like fish, but there were other things to eat there besides fish. When we are starting to eat our dinner I literally can not smell anything else but the lovely nasty smell of fish! So guess what I did? I started bawling. Yupp, right at dinner. I was so mad that we went there I let all my feelings out on nemo sitting across from me. To this day they still do not let this go!

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8) Family vacation is supposed to be G rated isn’t it!?–  So years ago I went on a family vacation with one of my ex-boyfriends and his family. Me at the time being a sneaky/adventurous human being, I decided to sneak and pack a few condoms loosely in my suitcase just in case (newsflash no we did not even do anything on the trip). So one night, my suitcase was placed on the ground in our room and I was trying to find some nice clothes in it for dinner. I notice in the corner of my eye, something was moving in my suitcase! I started picking up clothes from it and placing them on the floor when a nasty cockroach comes crawling across my suitcase! I do not deal with any bugs whatsoever, so I make a huge scene in front of his parents. They both try to go through my suitcase to remove this bug when out pops a condom from underneath my shirt. Nobody said anything about the condoms, but let’s just say the parents did not leave our sight the rest of the vacation.

9) Everybody knows me on a more “personal level”– So when I was dumb and in high school, the big thing was to send lovely pictures to your boyfriend. So obviously I sent a few pictures here and there to my boyfriend at the time, thinking nothing too bad about it. Later on that night, my sister pulls me into her room and asks me ” did you send pictures to my boyfriend?!”. Of course I did not whatsoever, I double checked that I sent them to my own boyfriend (over email…. bad decision).  My sister knows her boyfriends password to his email at the time, and shows me that my links were in his inbox, which I am still to this day unsure of how that happened. I am pretty sure he had hacked into my email to grab them because I am unsure how he got ahold of them. So at this point I am completely creeped out and unsure who has seen these pictures now, because apparently it was not just sent to my boyfriend! The next day at school, I am keeping more to myself because I am now in a panic about these photos. I am in class when all of a sudden the principal buzzes my name over the announcements stating for me to come to his office. First of all, I never ever get called down to the office, so now I am thinking great… he has seen them as well.. fantastic! So I go into his office with my head down, trying to prepare myself for the worst news of my entire life.  He then goes on to explain about how I could not skip anymore school days or I would get suspended. OH MY GOD. RELIEF. Well not really, because I got in shit for skipping, but thank god it was not about my photos.    Let’s just say I learned my lesson about making the stupid decision to send photos !

10) Almost fainted in a nail salon?– So literally last summer, I decided to go to a nail salon with my friend and go get a manicure as well as a pedicure. So it’s a really hot summer day out, and I am sitting there in the chair waiting for my manicure to start. On one of my fingers, my nail was super short because I ripped some of it off a couple days ago and it took some of the skin with it. There was a cut that you could see clear as day on my nail, but I didn’t care, I wanted the rest of my nails to look nice. So this lady starts working away at my nails, and starts filing them. Doesn’t she start filing my nail with my cut… and still goes about her day as if nothing is wrong. She makes faces about my cut probably  thinking “that must have hurt”, but still continues to file, and put all these other chemicals onto the cut. At this point I could give two shits how that nail looks, but she insisted that it looked pretty. Knowing me, I am not the type to be like “bitch stop”, so I tried to man up and deal with the pain. So she goes about putting the nail polish on my nails, and doesn’t she get some on the skin where the cut is. What do you think she does? The bitch digs her nail into the cut to try to take the polish off my skin… oh. my. god. At this point I am holding back tears and my back becomes really hot along with my face. I have never felt this way before, and suddenly I feel like I am going to puke. I tell her to stop so I could use the rest room because I told her I was not feeling so hot. I ran to the bathroom and started dry heaving, but nothing came up. Sweat was dripping off my face and down my back as I tried hard not to pass out.  I completely wrecked my nails, and will not be going back to that nail salon ever again. Now I guess I know what it feels like when they use to torture people back in the day with their nail beds.

I hope you guys enjoyed reading these embarrassing stories that have happened to me over the years just as much as I enjoy writing about them! I hope you all have a fantastic rest of your week! Please be sure to follow my blog page for more posts, as well as my other social media accounts:

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