Wild Things

This is the entire gang posing together for a shot in the evening. We has such a great time at the potluck cookout, from Ultimate Frisbee to twister to smores, I think everyone had a good old time.

Da Girlz

Here's me (the white one), H, K, A, and B posing for a shot in the evening before a few of the people left for home. The twister mat wanted in the picture too, so we left it have some glory as well.

Twist and Shout

Twisted up! I haven't run in weeks now and because of my out-of-shape condition, this kind of form left me a bit tender for the few past days. But who cares, it was well worth it!

Random words from an self proclaimed oracle

I spend a lot of time these days inside the grocery store Shop N’ Save. In doing so, I’ve seen just about everything from the messy clean ups of vinegar to the irate customers who storm out the door over thirty nine cents. Today an elderly man spoke words to me that enabled me to day dream.

I was checking out a simple card that I didn’t even look at to see what type of card, whether it was a birthday or a sympathy card. The register I was one was Register 1- Express, 10 items or less, no check, you know the drill. Of course, no one reads anymore so it’s pretty much a register like the other 6 that are behind me. I flipped the card on the back to get the price, punch it in, and bag it. While the transaction was being completed, the man said to me “You’ll be getting one of these someday soon.” His words were so random and peculiar that I had to ask what kind of card he purchased. “A birthday card for my wife” he replied. Too stunned and confused to even process these words, I handed him the receipt and told him to have a nice day. Out the door he went, on his way to deliver his wife her birthday card.

After this incident, it got me thinking. I usually disreguard the odd and stupid comments customers tend to make in the check out line, but I decided to ponder this one. First off, was he saying that to compliment me in some perverse old man way by saying I was pretty and would soon be hitched, or was he saying he has a psychic power to see into the future that I am going to be randomly married in the next year or is there a vendetta for him to leave his wife for the cashier on register 1? Beats me, but once I got on the subject or marriage, I thought about it some more. (Believe me, it was a very slow day at the store.)

In my own personal and honest opinion, I don’t see myself getting married in several years. First off, I’m still in school, and second, when I graduate from school, I would enjoy having a job to earn some money to even have the funds for a car, a place, and so on. As my Women’s Wellness and Weight Training professor always said “Don’t get married until both of you are financially stable!” (This is followed by the hackling line “Don’t get married at all!”) Besides, when I graduate I will only be 21, which is pretty young in this day and age. Times have changed since my Grandparents would run off at age 16 and marry each other. Interesting how things used to be that way.

Things have changed so much that even when I hear of people my age marrying it shocks everyone. Two people from my graduating class are already engaged and off to be hitched in the near future. I couldn’t even imagine married life at this age. I can barely keep track of watering my plants and cleaning the fishbowl let alone packing hubby dearest his lunchbag and washing his shirts and socks. I’m not saying that’s all there is to married life, there is more, but I’m stating the fact I’m young, and I’m enjoying it.

Even dating, it’s nice to be just dating and not trying to make a house payment or something of that nature. I don’t know how my two fellow classmates will do it. All I know is that my friends and I are enjoying our younger years- the pictures I have posted prove that.

I hosted the 4th annual cookout at my house- a Potluck Cookout- which was quite a blast for everyone. Everyone enjoys parties at my house, not sure why. It could be the open air, making as much noise as you wanted with no one near by, room to run, fire to cook stuff with and throw logs on, or just the simplicity of getting together like old times sake.

It’s nice to see my girlies again and hang out. I love taking pictures so I took tons of them to document the occasion. The people that attended the party are in two different sects right now- those who just graduated and those who completed their first year of college. It’s so much harder to see friends once everyone goes away for school, even in the summer. Things change, people get busy with schedules, and time just flies. Soon that other generation will discover that all the petty things they’ve squawked about in the past and all the itty bitty things will become pointless. Even prom looks cheesy now n’ days, something I loved to death in high school. Everything has it’s time.

Even so, these girls are great, probably bridesmaids in my wedding (since we’re on the topic!). We’ve gone through a lot in the high school days and still remain good friends. Friends truly are the cookies of life.

Now as for me, I’m off to be a lazy cookie and lounge around the house on my night away from work (the morning and afternoon were consumed by it already). Enjoy yours too, I hope to catch up with blogs sometime! Toodles!

Dive In!

Welcome to destination Lindsay! This is there I spend my days burning the calories and my layers of skin to the sun! (Hopefully the first burning will greatly outweight the second). This picturesque photo is my cousin/neighbor's lagoon shaped pool with chair and floating noodles! (Pool girl not included...just go up the road 1,000 feet and knock on her door if you want her).

Hoo Roo!

Happy Graduation! Here's the 2005 graduates of Kittanning High School tossing their caps into the air to celebrate their freedom, I mean, acheivements. Yes, I'm a traitor and didn't cheer on graduates from my own high school Elderton, I have some dear pals from old K-Town and decided to support them on. (Plus, I love the picture- perfect timing! Their hands are still in the air!)

Welcome to Goonie Town

What can I say? We're best friends who know how to act like we're smashed when we really aren't! This is H and I have a silly old time playing with the wrist and keyboard pads for her computer. Don't you just love the madness?

Where Did Lindsay K. Go?

I’ll start off with the usual line I use for my all blog entries so far this summer: Oops! I’m sorry! It’s been crazy around the house and my life isn’t as focused around the humming of the computer but rather by the side of the pool listening to the splashes of water against my feet (and the evil penetration of the UVB rays…we’ll get to that part in a bit). Between work, work, more work, and an occasional side dish of work, and friends and lounging, I haven’t had time to sit down and blog. By 12:00 at night, I’m spent for the day and ready to hit the hay. My life is such an odd one.

Work has been ooper terrifc as always. I also might add that I am suffering from total opposites disease in that last sentence. The more I work there, the more I can’t believe I’m still there checking out ignorant people’s grub for a mere $5.15 an hour. But when payday rolls around, it makes me happy. And when I can buy items at the store, which makes me even happier. I’ve missed out on shopping for awhile; it’s time to catch up. (Not that I’m saying that I’m going hog wild, that’s not my style. I’m actually quite thrift and keep a record of my earnings and spendings. Go figure.)

Getting together with friends has been fun when I get to, in between work and such. Whether it be shopping or breakfast, I love a good time out with the girls. This Saturday is the Potluck Cookout I am hosting. It’s the third in my line of unforgettable parties. Yes, wild drinks and cops showing up all at once. I’m just kidding, I’m not that wild, goodness. Of course I hide the liquor so we don’t get caught…just kidding!

The Potluck Cookout will be a smashing old time. The first cookout/party was my 16th birthday party when I invited several friends from my high school and my youth group out for a night of the usual: food, hot dogs, and the usual cake and candles. Yet this party took a wild twist when many of the couples seemed to flock away into the neighboring field next to my yard. My parents returned to a party that had half disappeared while the remaining singles lingered around playing Taboo. This party was thus named “The Make-Out Party” and is still remembered to this day by those attending and those who did not and have just caught wind of it through the story telling. Soon your children’s children will be reciting a tale of Lindsay’s field. Heck, it was a Senior memory spoken about at graduation and in the yearbook-why not?

The party after that was not so much a make-out party yet one to remember. Of course, at the beginning of the party, I laid down the ground rules, like not breaking or slipping out into the field again for a little tongue twister time, but I went on a more adventurous journey. After opening up my cute presents from my friends I started to open the very last one that lead me on a scavenger hunt with another friend of mine to only discover Good Charolette tickets for a concert I was going to be attending. I went nuts and couldn’t believe how exciting the news was. The concert was terrific and one of the best birthday gifts I’ve ever received.

As you can see, there is a great pattern of excitement in these “Lindsay K. Cookouts” and I hope there is all that and more at the upcoming Potluck Cookout. I don’t think many of the people I invited understand the concept of “potluck” meaning you bring something to eat; a possible reminder might have to be enforced tomorrow by phone…hmm.

Aside from the plan for the cookout, which I will try to give a recap on days later, I’ve been chillin’ and enjoying the heat. I really do soak up this hot weather because it’s what I dreamed of on those -10 degree days in Edinboro with 2 feet of snow surrounding me leaving me to feel like a little Eskimo girl in a frozen tundra of despair. The sun, the pool, the clothes- give it to me- I love it all.

I’ve had some strange fascination with traveling for some reason lately. I find my hometown quite bland at times because I’ve seen it for 18 some odd years of my life, but if I imagine it being a place like Vero Beach, FL or some new and exciting location on the globe, I’m tickled pink and filled with adventure. I’d love to go to the beach, so much that living there would be a treat! Seeing that I didn’t get to go to the beach until last summer, I’ve got years of saltwater and seashells to make up for!

Yet along with summertime leaves a bitter sting, or should I say “red burn”. After a day of cleaning my neighbor/cousin’s pool and spending the day poolside and swimming with Cousin V, I’ve returned to the house tonight looking like Sammy the Lobster. I applied a brand of sunscreen in the morning at 11, cleaned the pool, got done and split some leftover yet yummy pizza with V, spend time in and out of the pool from 1 to 4, and I’ve turned into Bob the tomato from Veggie Tales. I tried taking a picture of it for your “ooo”ing and “awww”ing response but the flash doesn’t capture the pigment of my poor and abused skin. I must go to work tomorrow and turn into the butt of all joke but in response I will proudly tell all of them “Those stories were true. I told you so!” The reputation as the “whitest cashier” will now be changed to the “reddest cashier” tomorrow. I can’t really cover it up, it’s too painful.

I’ve learned that I need to toss away SPH 30 and move on to a more mature level- SPH 50. No more games, Mr. Sun- I’m going to play hardball. I’ve now made a vow to go no less. Sure, I will keep my SPH 30 for days when it rains and I turn into a hermit of some kind of crawl in a hole for the entire day, but as far as sunlight and me- SPH 50 baby, all the way. I can afford the extra few bucks because right now- I’m paying for it!

I’ve posted some pictures of the things that have been going down in the Life of Lindsay K. since May 31st, the last time I posted a blessed thing. I’m behind on everyone’s blogs, which makes me quite sad because I love reading them and seeing people actually care about the silly ramblings of a Pennsylvanian-fried 18 year old who wears a green smock all day at work. I hope I can get up-to-date on your stories as well. From my heat radiating skin to yours, have a great day and slap on the lotion!