Siblings and memories

I thought of writing a blog on each one of my Brothers and Sisters, but I don't really want to put aside that much time and effort. Besides, I only want to share a couple of my horror stories that I have on my mind.

Living in Cedarville:

I remember being in a car seat sitting next to Chrissy and Michael, while dad was driving through the pass. I was trying to tell them something and they kept saying "Spit it out Jason! Spit it out!" So, I kept turning my head and literally spit. I don't know if I ever said what I was trying to say.

I remember being in the van with Michael and Chrissy as they played. I also remember them bailing out of said van once the parking brake was released. I do remember still being in the van as it rolled down the driveway, across the street, and into our neighbors yard. I don't remember if I was standing up while this whole thing happened. More than likely I was standing up between the front seats as Michael and Chrissy were the ones "driving".

I remember sitting at the table next to Chrissy with a tack in my hand threatening to stick it in her leg. I don't remember if we were fighting or playing. (Chrissy and I didn't fight as much as Kelly and me) But I remember Chrissy saying "Do it Jason! Do it!" So, much like "spitting it out" I followed the direction of my sister and "did it". She screamed and cried and ran to her bed room.

Alturas -

Michael used to fart in a jar, cover it with his hand, walk up to me, put it under my nose, and remove his hand. The jerk.

Michael had a birthday party or a sleep over at our place. I was the little brother, and wasn't allowed to hang out with them in the boys bedroom. Once the door was open and I was allowed to go into the room, I found that they left a lot of M&M's on the floor. So, I ate them. Found out later that he and his friends tried to melt said M&M's.... by farting on them.

Hurst -

I pissed Kelly off, so she went after me with a belt. I was maybe 10, and she was maybe 8. Oh I forgot to mention that the buckle end of the belt was hitting me. Your not supposed to hit a girl, but I don't know why I didn't do anything to stop her. The only thing I did was curl up in a ball.

Honey Grove -

It was after church, Kelly and I were in the parking lot... fighting. I was probably 16 and Kelly 14. She swung at me, as if she were going to punch me in the nose. The punch didn't even come close, but it did trigger my reflexes. I slapped her. I remember the shock on Kelly's face, and then she started to cry, and ran to the car. I walked into the building to get Mom and go, but she was talking to a group of women.
"Mom, we need to go."
"Not yet, Jason."
"Mom we really need to go!"
"What is the big rush?"
"I just slapped Kelly."
"We need to go." Was her reply.

Ok the last one really wasn't a horror story, well not from my perspective. I still remember mom telling Chrissy and me that we could slap Kelly if she needed it. Mom denied ever saying that after I actually slapped Kelly.

I can't think of what a horror story that involves Aaron. I'll have to think them up and write about that on a different day.....

Love

I know it is very strange for me to even mention being in love, but I think I am at that point. Who knew that this could happen to me? We were brought together around Christmas time, I've hardly spoken to anyone about this. Trust me I was very timid to even try and put my hopes up. But I was amazed when I came home from work on Tuesday to find something so soft and tender waiting for me.

Yep, I am in love with my crock pot. I didn't know that chicken could get so tender and yummy by adding a couple cans of soup and salt / pepper. Mom got me the thing for Christmas, and I haven't tried it out till now.

I've been using that 25 lbs bag of rice that Aaron got me for Christmas as well. Don't worry, he gave me a rice cooker at the same time, he isn't that mean.... anymore. I might not have gotten any clothes this Christmas (I was amazed!), but I did get some cook wear as I am single and will stay single for a long time yet!

No mom, I am not dating anyone. No mom, I haven't been in a relationship since... er... um... what year is this?

Piles and Piles of folders

I once thought that I was busy in my last position at work. I don't know what I was thinking... Currently I have mounds of folders on my desk, and some that are starting to be pushed to the floor area. I might know what each pile means, but I have no idea what I am supposed to do with each pile. In other words, I don't know how to fix the problems.

My Manager has deemed as the "Accounting Fixer-upper" even though I told him the only reason that I passed Accounting in High School is because the girl sitting next to me passed it. He thought I was joking! I am mom... er... I would never cheat in High School... ever again.

Being a supervisor is overrated, especially at this place. Everyone in Management over here is from Exel. For those of you that don't know, Exel got bought out by DHL. So now both the Brokerage Dept and the Air Import Dept are running off of different systems, we have new work procedures, but the same personnel, and managers as we had in Exel. I really don't know how to put into words how screwed up it is over here.

I forgot to mention that I know how to work the brokerage department (well with the Exel system) but I haven't been in Air Imports in several years. I thought I might get some sort of training.... I mean, I do work for a new company... it's almost comical now that I think about it... training. HA!

Of course I am just using this as my chance to vent. No sympathy is required. I just wanted to vent.

To be in school again....

As most of you know... actually all of you since this blog hasn't made it past my family... I am taking 4 credit hours this semester at TCC. It's been 2 years since I have actually gone to school, and longer still since I have gone to school with a degree goal. I decided to take only one class this semester to ease back in. I currently work 40 (plus) hours a week, and really don't want to fail / drop classes anymore. I figured Chemistry would be a good eye opener. The only real eye opener I have had this 2nd day back at school is how much I have little tolerance for stupid people.

Please understand something, I do not consider myself smart. Being smart and a smart ass are two totally different things. Sometimes I have little tolerance for myself.... and those can be interesting days. I may even elaborate sometime, but lets stay on one subject.

Actually, I may just not continue on. As I started to elaborate I realized how petty and uninteresting it was... so I deleted my tirade... it turns out I don't have tolerance for people sitting in class not paying attention, whispering with their neighbor about not understanding what the professor is talking about. But of course I have been in their shoes before... but not on the 2nd day of class.... maybe the 3rd.... but heaven forbid it being the 2nd day. I thought I would be at the disadvantage since I am 28 and just now taking a freshman chemistry course. Aparantly some people who are younger than me and just graduated high school still don't know what is going on.

All in all, I think I shouldn't have much trouble with this class. I am already starting to wonder if I should have taken a second class. But I can't get going too fast and furious.

My teacher did bring up what the minimum GPA that will be needed to be to be considered for the Nursing Program that TCC Offers. I started to cringe, but she said a 2.5. I honestly think she was kidding. I am sitting on a 3.2 right now, which I will bring up... but it is looking like I might have a chance to be considered.

If I can just surround myself with stupid people, I will feel better about myself and boost that self esteem of mine up a bit... I should be able to get accepted. Time will tell.

The origin of jhasonhayes....

I thought I might as well inform the masses where I got the website name. It isn't an interesting story, nor a long one.
During High School, I would practice how best to sign my name. We have all done it. What is the best way to write it? What is the coolest way? Fastest? Original? Easy? Easy.... yes that is the best. With looking up to my dad growing up, I noticed that he signs his name, GHayes. It is all in cursive. I still don't know how it is easier to write the cursive G than the regular G, but it's his name.
So that is what I decided. JHayes is quick, easy, and I can remember that. Apparently I can't remember how I write my name under pressure and when I am sick. I was in Spanish class, and had to turn in my homework by passing it up to the front of the class. So in my haste I wrote my name J Hason Hayes... Once I finished I looked at my paper, handed it to the girl in front of me, and started to laugh. Of course I just had to share what was so funny with my friends. Yep, I didn't live that mistake down.
Maybe I should name my first boy Hason. Poor kid, lucky dad. I mean, if I had a wife that would let me get away with that....

What am I doing?

I don't know why I created a blog site... I don't have the internet at my house... I don't have time to update this thing while I am work... I don't want my mom to find out what I do when I have spare time... I know I am 28, I know that I live on my own, but I also know I don't want to inherit her crafting stuff.... I think ahead, thank you very much

So, now I will see what I can do with this site.

I see.... a whole lot of nothing.