Abby From Sandles

Before we start.. Come up with the best English Accent you can come up with. That means Carol will be sounding Russian. ;P Now, read the rest of this blog in an English Accent.. it will add so much to this post! ;) So last week we were down in Rochester with Carol and Mikayla. It was very uneventful, excluding the fact that Carol literally got lost in the closet while Mikayla spent the majority of her time in the closet.. It wasn't all that exciting!

This week however, Mom and I have been with Grandma and Aunt Gloria. They arrived Friday and ironically Friday is when all the craziness began! To be honest, it all began when I started showing off with my English Accent. Looking back on it I wish I never started.

My Grandma and Aunt Gloria came up with an Oh So Great idea. This idea involved me prank calling my Grandpa. Now if any of you have ever met my Grandpa.. He's really sharp. And I'm serious. He's just one of those people that you can't normally slide anything by. Well lets just say things have changed. ;)

So we come up with a story. Then a script. Then a character. Let me explain.

Last month my Uncle Brandon got married at Sandles Resort in Jamaica. So we decided to call my Grandpa and tell him that there were some charges made by a Mr.Brandon to his Visa card. My Grandpa knew Brandon had went to Sandles and he knew what was purchased. When I called him I made sure he knew that there were "Additional" charges made, making it sound like Brandon bought a bunch of stuff that he not only didn't pay, but didn't tell my Grandpa about.

I called him and said something like.. (and remember to speak in a thick English accent)

"'ello, this is Abby calling from Sandles Resort in Montego Bay. Is this a Mr.Bob Nason?"

"Yes"

"Good Afternoon, I am calling regarding some charges made to your visa. Did you authorize charges for  :

- The Newly Wed Package.
- A Spa Day
- Exclusive VIP Dining Reservation
- One Day Parasaling Excusion
and
- An Off Shore Snorkeling Experiance

Did you authorize this charges?"

My Grandpa tried to convince me that they were already paid, but I quickly convinced him that they were in "addition" to what was already paid. He kept rather calm. That is until I told him the total. He says,

"So how much did this all cost?"

"The total comes to $1254 sir."

"TWELVE HUNDRED FIFTY FOUR DOLLARS?"

At this point calm went out the window. He went on about how it must be a mistake, but having all the right information he came to his senses and asked for me to read the charges off to him again so he could write them down.

At this point I know I have him hook line and sinker! Grandma, Aunt Gloria and my Mom was sitting just outside the door and they laughed quietly when they heard him writing it down!

Now I had all the information and answers I might need written on a piece of paper right in front of me incase I forgot. This included a list of the charges, his address, last four digits of his credit card, ect. What I didn't account for was that he was gonna ask me for a phone number to call me back on!

When he ask.. I fumbled around and almost lost it! The first thing that came out of my mouth was "(715)" after that I rattled off my cell number. I quickly thought he would realize it me for sure, even behind my ridiculous English Accent.

Fortunatly he didn't recognize my number or my voice, but he did recognize the area code.

"You must be calling from Wisconsin.." He says.

Scared that he is about to catch me..

"Yes sir.."

What seems to me like an endless silence.

"I'm pretty familiar with that area. I have a cabin up there."

Releived that he didn't call me out and still a bit mixed up I couldn't come up with anything to say but

"..ok.."

He goes on and tells me he'll call me back with in half hour. We hang up and we all go crazy laughing and bouncing up and down and absolutly freaking out!!

Little did we know that while we were partying it up, my Grandpa was calling Brandon and completely chewing him out! Now Brandon was completely innocent here and has no idea what my Grandpa is talking about. Knowing that I would need to call him back before he called me back, I quickly called him back and said,

"Hi, this is Abby again. Sorry to bother you but I forgot to confirm your mailing address. Are you still at.." and I read off his address and he said

"Yes Ma'am, thank you very much!"

and I replied in an accent that was as American as can be,

"Your welcome! I'll see you Thursday Grandpa!"

There was this loooooooong pause and then all of a sudden, in a rather annoyed tone I heard.

"Who is this??"

And we all start laughing and rolling on the floor all over the place! Its funny because NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE gets my Grandpa! He is one sharp guy!! But we got him alright.. We got him good.

Later the next day we called my Aunt Christen.. but that's a whole other story! ;)

Dave is next. 

I'm a bit afraid now and I'm watching my back because you know what they say about payback. ;)

Lynz

All The Little Things

So I've been into posting lyrics lately. I'm not gonna tell ya who this song is by.. But its pretty cute.

 Your hand fits in mine
Like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots
With the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
 

I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved
Your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
 

But I'll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do,
It's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.

We're down in Rochester with Mikayla and Carol right now. So obviously there will be a blog coming soon! 

Lynz

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.."

 

 

Strength In Pain

But I will hold on hope,

And I wont let you choke,

On the noose around your neck,

And I will find strength in pain,

I will change my ways,

I'll know my name as its called again.

 Lynz

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Out Right Attack

So this is probubly gonna get me in some trouble. And its probubly gonna make a lot of you mad at me. But you know what? Know one.. not one of you can understand what it is like to be me.

No one loves my Mom more than me. And that is something everyone says about my Mom. She's just so great. And it obviously kills me that my Mom has to go through all this hell. But she isn't perfect.

No one is perfect. Especially me. I believe I am the most imperfect person on this earth. I screw up over and over and over again. But I have been trying to convince my Mom of something for what seems like forever.. and nothing is getting through to her and if I am gonna continue to spend endless amounts of time with her for the next three or four months, then I need help clearing this up with her.

I'm having problems with my Mom right now because she thinks her opinion is the only one that matters. And she has gotten into a habit of not caring what anyone else thinks and being rude. She justifies everything she does. She'll say something completely rude and then go "Well maybe you shouldn't of blah blah blah.." or "Well I just want you to know blah blah blah..".

But just because you THINK you have a reason to be rude. Doesn't mean its ok. I'll admit, I'm rude all the time. Not that I choose too. But at least I admit it and I consciously try and work on it.

My Mom is in denial of being rude. She throws me under the bus with out thinking twice. You would think that there would be ANY kind of loyalty or integrity since we're family and all.. but since I'm her daughter she instantly throws me under the bus. In an argument between a stranger and I she would consider the strangers argument before she would consider mine.

When someone upsets or offends me.. Instead of agreeing with me or at least leveling with me.. she instantly jumps on their side and defends them. I think she might pass out if she ever had to defend me. She is mentally incapable of being partial to me. 

She has not one bit of appreciation for me. No one does. I get no recognition what so ever. It would just be kind of nice to get a "Your doing a good job.. Keep up the good work." But no. Instead I get the floor.

I'm just sick of the way my Mom is treating me. I have been trying to explain his to her forever. But I doubt it will ever get through to her. Ever. And do you think I'm making this up?? I've been trying to convince her that she is so rude to us and is mean and thinks she's perfect.. For. Ever.

I know a lot is going on. But this needs to be worked out because if it doesn't then the next three or four months isn't going to go very smooth. And its so easy for her to roll her eyes and tell me "Whatever Lynnzee.." than to actually look at her self and try to make things better. If she is just gonna be rude and be the first to throw me under the bus and treat me like I'm stupid then why would I try to make it better? It needs to be a two sided effort.

And don't get me wrong.. Me and Mom are seriously best friends. Most of the time we have a blast together. Mostly when its just me and her. Tomorrow we're going to Duluth and she's paying for me to get my hair cut. And we have a lot of good times. But because of that, its very hard to define the "Mom" line and the "Friend" line. And I feel that just because she is my Mom.. doesn't mean she gets to be rude and treat me like I'm nothing. I just feel like I deserve a TINY bit of respect.. Any kind of respect would be nice. And you have so work at relationships and work on showing respect for each other in ANY relationship. So ours shouldn't be any different.

I just wanted to throw this out there because my relationship with my mom isn't perfect. And it obviously is coming to a crossroad because I spend SO much time with her now. Its either going to get a lot better after the 6months in Rochester is over or its gonna go bad.. fast. And if nothing changes.. then its gonna go bad for sure.

I'm sure you all (I talk like people actually read this thing) are pissed at me for even saying ANYTHING bad about my Mom. And I'm not trying to say "bad" things about my Mom.. I just wanted to put this out there because it's no longer something I want to keep personal. Because I've tried talking to her about it and it doesn't work. I love my mom and she is still my best friend. I just needed to write this and move on.



Lynz

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Happy Things

So its 3 A.M and I can't sleep. I got some school work done, but there is only so much school work you can do in one sitting before you need a break. So I decided I am gonna write a blog about a few things that make me happy..

#1. Blake Shelton. His music saves me.
#2. My Dog. He's amazing.
#3. Mumford and Sons. :)
#4. My room. Must I say more?
#5. Parenthood.. Bravermans to be specific.


So yes.. Those are the 5 things in my life that make me happy. That list does not include things such as the ocean, rain, and coffee cups with coffee in them. Or Jehovah. Those are all givens. But those top things make me happy and I like them a lot. Just thought I'd let ya know! Ok.. Gnite.

I also really like Pinterest. That makes me happy too. 

Lynz

"You musn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling."

 

Talking Eyes

My ribs still hurt today. I went to bed last night and they were sore.. but now I can barely move around with out them hurting bad. If I bend, all my muscles cramp up. I didn't even know back muscles could cramp. If I breath too big it cramps up. I didn't even know back muscles could cramp up. If I walk too big my muscles cramp up. I didn't even know back muscles could cramp up. I got in the hot tub and took some Aspirin and I think it helped a little bit. 

So the other day I was on Pintrest (whats new?) and I found a sign that said,

 "Crying is your eyes way of talking when there are no words that can describe the pain you feel inside." 

Isn't that the truth? I cry a lot. Not trying to make anyone feel bad. But who doesn't cry. Besides Mrs.Logical? Just thought it was an interesting sign. Anyway. Goodbye.

Lynz

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Rug Burn

Its been while since I have written anything. I'm not sure why. Because I had PLENTY to write about. To be honest I have even opened by computer up the last week. We were down in Rochester this last week with Becky and Sarah and lets just say it was.. Interesting. And I'll leave it at that!

Today I have been catching up on school work. I hate school. Who doesn't? Its not like we're learning about anything we WANT to learn about. If it was a class about photography or cinematography or sound or anything like that I would love it. But no. Its tectonic plates. And The Crucible.

So something really weird happened to me today. I was sitting cross legged in my bed. I was there for a couple of hours. I then got up. Except I didn't. I just fell over. It was like my leg wasn't even there. It was REALLY weird. When your leg is asleep you can normally feel it still. But I couldn't feel my whole leg at all. I panicked because I had a big rug burn on my knee that was bleeding and I couldn't feel it all. Like, at all.  When I fell I thought the floor was coming out from underneath me.. kind of like in the football scene from batman. When the football field caves into the bat cave. It was like that.. except it wasn't. It was just a really really weird experience. And now I have a nasty bloody rug burn on my knee and my whole left rib cage hurts like @!$% from hitting the cement.

I'm looking into ordering some soft boxes and reflectors. I'm not sure yet. But during the winter my photography gets very boring. Everything is dead. Everything is white. Everything is boring. And setting up small shoots is very easy in the winter because light reflects off snow so much better than grass. You know what I'm talking about because the house is so much brighter in the winter than it is in the summer. Anyway.. With all the natural light just layin around I decided that I want to try and use more of it for some fun indoor shoots. I guess we'll just have to see how it goes! :)

Lynz

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