Tuesday, August 4, 2015

A Year Ago Today

Grief is a messy thing, and those who know me know that I don’t do messes. People used to laugh that Jennifer and I had a model dorm room because we were both extremely clean and didn’t do messes. Yet, it seems that this messy grief always seems to find me when I least expect it and want to deal with it the least. But much like the screaming babies I deal with on a daily basis, grief cannot be hushed and certainly cannot be ignored.

 I have always saw myself as mature, but when you died I suddenly had to grow up in a matter of minutes. Before, everybody that I had known that had passed was well into their lives and had lived their life. You were the picture of health and had just celebrated your 21st birthday, so when you passed it was jarring to say the least. Through this whole experience I have seen a side of myself, our friends, and the people supporting me that showed me a new side of life.

I never wish this experience on anybody but much like everything in life, there is much to be learned. I learned that you can experience the full range of human emotions in a matter of hours when grief is involved. I have also started to have a greater appreciation of the time spent with people, because as cliché as it is to say, you never really know how much it matters until you don’t have that chance again. I have also learned that friends are truly invaluable, whether you speak every day or whether you talk every once in a great while. One of my biggest concerns this year was making friends at UC, and I made a few good friends. There was one friend that I made and quickly found a kindred spirit with, and for that I am so forever grateful. She may never read this, but getting to see her those two days a week in class and talk about life may have been what helped me keep my head up during those dark days, and for that I am so thankful. To my old friends who listened to me make morbid jokes and deal with death in my own Lauren style, I am so grateful that you didn’t head for the hills when I made a quip that was most likely too macabre for normal conversation.

To my Hanover friends: I could not have survived this year without you. You da best. I couldn’t have survived it all without you and knowing that there was somebody two hours away that knew exactly what I was feeling. I know that Jennifer loved you guys more than she ever said, and more than I ever can express.

Finally, to Tyler: You are my other half and helped me piece myself back together after losing Jennifer. Thank you for putting up with my random anger and emotional states after seeing movies with death involved. Thank you for letting me grow and handle grief in my own way, and just rolling with it. You mean more to me than you know.

Here I am a year later, and I’m in a much better emotional state than I ever thought possible on this day. It’s still a hard day, but I faced it today without falling apart. I know that Jennifer lives on in our hearts and in our memories, and I feel a little joy every time I see a little plastic dinosaur or a succulent plant. I wish she could be here with us today and could have experienced the Jurassic World movie, but that just wasn’t in the cards for her. Her pure soul had a short lived stay on this Earth and I can’t help but feel fortunate that I knew her that well during it. Losing her was incredibly hard, but through her death she is teaching me things about life and myself, much like she did in her life.

So thank you to anyone in my life who encountered me this year and didn’t write me off. Hold your loved ones a little closer today and take those moments to enjoy how incredibly blessed you are despite everything. I love you all.  

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Why Couldn't He Drive a Prius


Piece of Work, take hints from this guy.














I have been saving this spot on my blog for a nice, thoughtful post about the new year and the year in review because frankly, it's been one heck of a year. However, today I got angry. For those of you that know me, there are very few things that set me off. True, sloppy chewing and loud chomping will set my nerves on edge but very few things will make me fly into a rage. But losing my sleep is the surest way to make me fly into a violent rage. And today I got angry.
Let me give you some background here. Since I go to UC I have been living at home to save money and enjoy the fruits of my parents labor while I still can (or something like that). Since I have lived on a college campus I have grown used to sleeping through pretty much anything (drunk neighbors, fire alarms, Wiley shenanigans, etc.) but this morning I was jarred out of blissful sleep by my whole wall shaking. Normally I would just try and go back to sleep because honestly I can sleep through just about anything, but this shaking wouldn't stop. And this shaking was accompanied by a loud, boisterous sound that can only be described as the power of American engineering. That's right. My new neighbors drive a diesel. 
I should clarify that I have no problems with diesel trucks in and of themselves. This taste for the loud and the powerful is what has kept my father in a job at Ford making trucks (Thanks y'all!), so when I say that I don't have a problem with them, I'm being truthful. 
I do have a problem with my Piece of Work neighbor and his truck though. 
He drives one of those trucks with the giant exhaust stack installed on the back window that is roughly the same circumference as a children's water-slide and has this bad boy cranked so loud that when he fires it up (because one can't simply start a diesel) the whole street can hear it. And then the whole street can continue to hear it as he lets it idle for 30 MINUTES. 
With temperatures in the single digits this week I have tried to be understanding that diesels need to be warmed up. I get it. If I was driving something that cost the equivalent of a small home, I would want to make sure I baby it as well. The more I research on it though the more I see that the engine really only needs maybe 10 minutes to warm up, basically just enough time to get the oil at the proper viscosity. Piece of Work lets his idle 3 times more than is needed. This little display makes me question his logic and reasoning skills because diesel has stayed relatively the same cost (which isn't cheap!) and this can't be very fuel efficient if it happens every single day. 
So, now it is 5 am (I didn't have to get up til at least 7) and Piece of Work and his diesel truck have left (50 minutes of idle time this morning, what a lucky gal I am) and I am just angry. I am also laughing at myself and the comedy of this situation because I am lucky that this is the most pressing situation in my life. However I'm not sure what my next step will be if Piece of Work doesn't cut this out because Princess here needs her beauty sleep if I am to work with kids every day. I know that one of the other neighbors who have a young baby have already went out there and yelled at him and I might have to as well. Hey, who knows. Maybe this Neanderthal will find a petite college student intimidating (hahaha). But if anybody has any suggestions, or know of a car salesman that could convince him to switch to a hybrid, then I surely welcome them otherwise I might go completely bonkers.
So if you see a giant, white truck around Clermont County with a lovely sticker that says "Coal Rollin' Diesel" then say hello to my friend. And you might want to give him warning that I am plotting to cut down on his "warm up" time every morning. And refer him to this website where it refers to proper warm up times and procedures.
http://www.dieselhub.com/tech/warm-up.html