10 More Things: Can’t Say ‘I Never’ Anymore [Part II]

Continuing from yesterday…

The last couple months have been full of new things and first times. Moving can mean a lot of new things. So here’s a few more things I can’t say ‘I never’ about anymore:

Worked at a fast-food restaurant. A humbling but good-for-me experience. It could have been worse. If you ever need to know what’s on an A&W burger, I can fill you in! And actually, their breakfasts are pretty good. Order a Classic Combo and it’ll be about 3 minutes fresh!

Used a self-checkout. The first time was kinda fun. So was the second. And the third, and the fourth…I really do find the grocery store fun now! Other bonuses to self-checkouts are speed, pushing buttons, and the avoidance of chatty or grumpy grocery clerks when you’re wanting to avoid such people.

Gone camping at a real live provincial park without any grown ups. Wait, what? I’m an adult? Really?

Stalked marmots. Sometimes entertaining yourself takes a little bit more creativity on the slow days…and there’s only about a billion of them around P-town. This was a good 40 minutes of time-killing, and I have the 75 pictures to prove it.

Driven a Jeep. Slightly jacked up, and it had a skull on the back.  It was that cool.

Been a part of College and Careers. So here’s a little not-so-well-kept secret about me: I don’t actually like my peers. I mean, I don’t always like hanging out in big groups of them. I like  individuals that could fall into the ‘peer’ category, I’m just not particularly fond of large groups of teens or twenty-somethings who I’m supposed to connect to and understand and well, like!  I don’t know what it is, but people my age either scare me or bore me or drive me up the wall. So to show up at somebody’s house on a random Tuesday evening for the sole purpose of getting together with people I have nothing in common with except birthdate (and still, that varies by several years in some cases) takes some guts. At least the first time. But you know what? I did it. And it wasn’t that bad. In fact, at times it was quite enjoyable. So there. Good job, me.
Completed a Chin Up. Have you seen these arms? It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? But guess what? Not only did I do one, I did four! Not in a row, necessarily, but they still happened!
Been called a Hipster. I’m not making this up. It really happened. I totally lean more towards ‘homeschooled’ than ‘hipster’, but I guess I’ve got them all fooled!
Been called a girly-girl. Crazy. There are crazy people down here. That’s all I can attribute this too. Oh, and maybe my pink shoes. But still, it was crazy.

Voluntarily shot mini-marshmallows out of my nostrils. Actually, I’ve never shot them out involuntarily, come to think of it. This was a game that evolved at a year-end Campaigners (Young Life Bible study for teens) get-together. Turns out I have more talent than I thought!

That’s it, that’s all!  Hope you enjoyed, and you’re trying some good things too. If you want any pointers on how to get great distance on the marshmallow thing, I’d be glad to share some tips ; )

PS: I leave for my hometown in appoximately 35 hours, en route to the Great vast North. I haven’t even done laundry, let alone started packing…

3 Comments Add yours

  1. 35 hours & counting! Travel Safely. 🙂

  2. Shawn Bird says:

    Hey Anna! Fun to crawl inside your head while reading these posts! I am going to be a Follower of your blog. Have you ever had an official Follower before? Don’t let it pressure you! 🙂

    1. Anna says:

      Love it! Yes, I have been ‘followed’- in fact you are Official Follower #9 🙂 Feel free to brave the ridiculousness of my thoughts anytime you wish to crawl around!

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