Sunday, December 28, 2008
But I never realized how much I sucked at certian things until it all gets put into perspective.
One of the guys I dated (or was in love with) got engagged this week, on Christmas.
Now, after 2 long and miserable years, I'm totally over him. But I had always prayed that he would get bored with her and leave her high and dry, just like he did to me (twice).
They'll probably have a long and happy life together, make lots of babies and that's just great for them.
Me_on the other hand_will still be alone, unhappy, and single.
You know, I should of NEVER moved back from California. If I was still there, I would never have been available to meet Nic when he found me on Myspace. He would of always been a 'What if' in my mind...someone who disappeared out of my life years ago.
They say, what does not kill us, makes us stronger...what about that which breaks us? How do you heal after someone hurts you so bad and never has the guts to appologize for it? He was so obsessed with wanting everyone to think that he was a good person, that he overlooked the one person that he meant the most to. Me.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Everytime, I always end up being a stepping stone to something better.
For six months, I've waited for him to come around...and now he's flaking on me. In the beginning I told myself not to get attached to another guy like Nic. But I did anyway...I never listen to myself.
I'm so over the hurt that comes along with the rejection.
Oh and he didn't even wish me a Happy Birthday. He KNEW about my birthday, the next day...and yet still said nothing.
We were supposed to meet up around 10pm, it's now 11:04 and he's "Not sure" what the plan is.
Oh, I'll tell you what the plan is...I'm probably going to kick you in the balls the next time I see you, I just haven't decided if I'm going to wear pointy toed heels or steel toe boots. We'll have to play it by ear.
(Thanks to Chaelly for that idea)
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Is it a plastic bag? No.
As I get closer, the image becomes more clear...It's balls.
The homepage states that Bumper Nuts are "Beautiful! This is the most ultimate truck accessory around".
Really?! When did balls become a fashion accessory?? Did I miss something?
There's a classy picture!! I sure hope that was included in his Christmas card to Grandma.
I swear, I wasn't even looking at the road for at least 5 miles because my eyes were drawn to the multi-colored, dangling, balls...swinging back in the wind. If I would of gotten in an accident, I seriously would of told the officer, 'I'm sorry, but the balls distracted me'.
What is this world coming too?!?!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
I tried doing the whole 'Blogger' thing a couple of years ago when I lived out in California and it was pretty neat. Then, I moved back to Nebraska and nothing exciting happened, so I had no need to blog anymore.
Well, here I am, 3 years later and finally have something to say!!
_Of course, I don't have anything to say RIGHT NOW_
But my time will come...Be patient.
Let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Stephanie K Rhoads (See picture below)
I don't always look like that, but a dumb looking face is usually what I'm rockin' in pictures.
I'm 24, soon to be 25 (in like a month) I live in Omaha, NE and will be moving out of my apartment that I share with my best friend, Lydia...back in with my parents. Wow, 25 and moving back in with your parents?? That seems a little twisted and backwards...actually it's called the 'Boomerang' effect. You know, you leave the nest, live on your own and suddenly come full circle back to where you started. Which will be my parents basement.
I am single (awe!) but I have an active dating life...who am I kidding? I haven't been on a single 'date' this year. But, I've been spending a lot of time with this one guy, who's totally Boss. Boss as in the cool slang from Juno, not boss as in 'He is the Boss of me'.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading my random banter, as much as I enjoy writing it. I'll also try to put up daily pictures to help illustrate what I'm talking about.
Until next time...