Three things to cross off the Bucket List

Participate in a cause. 

On September 27, 2013 I participated in YMCA’s stairclimb. I climbed 75 stories in 22 minutes . Proceeds from the Stair Climb for Los Angeles benefit Y programs that support youth development, healthy living and social responsibility

My stairclimb buddy

i trained for one month. It was a great work out. My calves definitely developed some major muscle to the point that my skinny jeans wouldn’t fit…in the calves, lol. Chocolate milk became my best friend. Brunch on Saturday mornings motivated me to get up and train.

Help A Missionary For a Month

In March 2013, I left Manila and flew to Davao City. I stayed with a missionary and his family for one month. I taught English and piano. I attended their police devotions on Thursday. I played the piano for Wednesday services and Sunday services.

Teaching an English class

It was a humbling experience to live as they did. One girl I met she would eat lunch and dinner at the church after services. I noticed she only ate meat…I asked her about it. She shared with me that at her house they only ate rice and vegetables. Whenever she gets a chance to eat anything other than that she indulges. I really enjoyed buying them snacks and candies. There were always so shocked and grateful.

Sing A Solo

While I was in the Philippines I also attended a police academy’s Bible study every Thursday night. My first night there I was asked to sing a solo. The first time I ever sing a solo and it happened to be in front of hundreds of men and women. I also was given a chance to sing a solo on a radio station. Most incredible experience I will ever remember.

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Bye-Bye Student Loans!

It’s official! As of today, I am no longer paying for student loans!

TIME TO CELEBRATE!

Three years after graduation.

Two different jobs.

Took a cruise to Mexico.

A trip to Chicago for July 4th and SC to my alma mater.

Next up my CPA exam!

In my defense: Dear Best Buy Guy

Dear Best Buy Guy,

I don’t know how often the customers you help give you their number and I realize I may be another drop in the bucket. If I may explain myself properly, I don’t usually talk to people. Period. The extent of the conversation ends at, “Thank you. I’m fine.”  Sharing information to strangers who are the same age as me is uncalled for.

As I walked away the first time I met you, I knew I should have gotten some type of contact information but shrugged it aside. Besides, I’m not one to dwell on missed opportunities. How was I supposed to know that I would be back a week and a half later because my phone was having problems? How was I supposed to know the day I actually decide to come in you would be helping me? How often does that happen?

Honestly, you didn’t help my case either. You didn’t have to remember me, remember what you helped me out with, remember where you were helping me, or, remember everything we talked about. It would have been so much easier if you didn’t pick up the conversation where we left off. You even offered to put a screen protector on for me without charge. When I reiterated not being charged, you specifically told me to look for you and you would put it on for me.

In our last and final conversation, there were many times you could have mentioned a girlfriend. When I asked how was your weekend? You could have said, “I didn’t get to spend time with my girlfriend as much since I was working.” Or when I asked if you were a typical Filipino able to play the piano? You could have said, “No I don’t but my girlfriend does”, or “No, but my girlfriend’s siblings do…etc.” Don’t worry, I forgive you. I utterly failed as well, in my attempt to steer the conversation into a more polished and smooth transition into giving you my number, etc.

Then again, as I was asking you if people were having the same problems I was, you looked at me smiled and said, “No, actually I think it’s only you.” Look buddy! I do a horrible job at lying, especially when I’m already freaking out because I’m nowhere near my comfort zone. I took it as if you were putting me under the radar. Shouldn’t you have gotten the hint that I’m not a very polished flirty type girl? (Actually I’m not a polished flirty girl at all) Looking back, I probably should have said something like, “Well you found me out, does that bother you?” something completely absurd as that. (At least, that’s what I think a polished flirty girl would do, I WOULDN’T KNOW!) I assume I didn’t answer the question as you expected me to because (actually I don’t think I commented at all) you covered up and said, “I actually haven’t sold many of these phones and I haven’t done any returns either.”

Back to my utter failure at the smooth transition of giving you my number, you provided that and I suppose you could say I used it against you. You were finishing up the transaction. You stood right in front of me, looked me in the eyes,  and said something to the effect of well maybe I’ll see you again about your phone and flashed your dazzling smile at me. I stood there and blurted out, “If not, here’s my number.” Then I walked away. I promise you, if there was a more discrete way to run away, I would have done so.

No, I didn’t linger to see your facial expression. No, I didn’t flash a cutesy smile back. No, I didn’t say call me soon. No, I didn’t bat my eyelashes (how does one do that anyway?). By the way, this whole process? I think it’s absolutely ridiculous. I have no idea how anyone can do such a thing on a regular basis. Everyone tells me it takes practice. I’m sorry. I’m not one to practice such an absurd and ridiculous transaction. This is definitely my first and last time, in a long time. I did say in my 22 years of living this is the first time I’ve actually wanted to give a guy my number. My friend corrected me and said, “You should probably only start giving your number away to guys when you’re at least 17 or something.” Let me clarify, “In the last six years of my life, I have never once wanted to give my number out to a guy. Let’s hope it won’t happen again until six or seven years later.”

If I were to ever run into you again? I would start laughing aloud and apologize for the awkward everything. I would probably explain to you I never do such things. EVER. Then again, why would you believe me?

Last but not least, thank you, you were the perfect person to allow me the opportunity to cross of, “Give a guy my number” on my bucket list. Too bad, you didn’t say if you had a girlfriend or not. I think my readers would have enjoyed this letter much better if I titled it, “Dear Best Buy Guy’s Girlfriend”.

🙂

Best Buy Customer,

Melanie T

PS. How awkward would it be if you googled those terms, “Best Buy Customer, Melanie T”

My Name is … JUROR # 10 Part 2

Continuing from yesterday’s post…

What I thought about this experience:

I enjoyed it. It was definitely an experience.

Sidebars are used to approach the judge in a semi-private fashion where only the prosecutor, the defense attorney, the judge, and court reporter are the audience.

The council makes up the defense party and the prosecuting party.

Raise your hand if you need to use the bathroom, its ok.

Possible objections: hearsay, vague, relevance, leading, argumentative, offer of proof..

Rulings: sustained, overruled, stricken.

 

A few funnies in the court room:

There were three instances where I remember laughing wanting to laugh.

#1. The defense witness was being cross-examined by his defense attorney…the witness turns to the judge turns back to the attorney…leans into the mic… bathroom break. I’ll be right back.

#2.  Another defense witness… (honestly, i wanted to laugh the whole time he was up there. This guy was a complete joke.) Anyway, the District Attorney was asking very simple questions and the defense witness could not give a straight-forward answer. For example, Question:  is said defendant a lieutenant? Answer: No, he’s actually an Animal Control Officer 2, just like me but he acts like a lieutenant. They didn’t give him the exact title because there isn’t enough funds to pay him on a lieutenant salary. Melanie: I want to LAUGH out LOUD!

#3 Closing arguments . . . the District Attorney was able to give his closing arguments first. Then the Defense Attorney provided his. The District Attorney then gave his final push to the jury. Among that final push…he brought out a picture of a red herring. He called many of the Defense Attorney’s “reasons/excuses” red herrings. Somehow, I saw that coming…and was thoroughly amused that I was right. I was also entertained that he even provided a picture…of a red herring. I think I chuckled…aloud. Maybe even smiled at the District Attorney…oh how I would miss him.

If any of you want to know what my case is about let me know. I can divulge although I have some type of fear that the DA might google about this specific case he was on so I don’t want to provide any names and specifics. I may have a password protected post about it instead. 🙂

My Name is … JUROR # 10 Part 1

Here is the post you have all been waiting for. My jury duty post! Of course, I say it tongue in cheek like… no one is really waiting for me to post, let alone post about jury duty. No one notices I haven’t posted about jury duty, either. I’m glad I straightened all that out for myself so you didn’t have to do it in the comment section below 😉

 

Jury Duty.

What I liked:

My days start at 10:30 am.

Typical lunch time: 11:30 am – 1:30 pm. The court itself is closed from noon to 1:30.

My days end no later than 4:30, sometimes earlier.

The District Attorney was the prosecutor, I got to see his pretty face every day. If I believed in love at first sight..that was it. Such intellect, beauty, and personality.

I went home for lunch.

Some days I even took a nap.

It was nice.

What I disliked:

The court room was always cold.

I didn’t have a name.

I was referred to as my juror number according to the seat I had.

I was unable to talk to anyone about the case.

I was unable to talk to my beloved readers about what went on inside the courtroom or my head about the case, for that matter.

Mostly, I was unable to talk to the District Attorney. Oh how I loved admired him. (You do realize I am kidding right? Melanie would totally never ever fall in love with someone by the sight of them. It goes against everything Melanie.)

After lunch, I always found myself a little drowsy.

Cross examinations were full of objections and sidebars prolonging the case from 3-4 days to a whole week.

The jury deliberation room was freezing as well, fyi.

Tomorrow I will post about my experience-what I learned and a few funnies 🙂

 

Stay tuned!

Run over a skunk

Thursday night after church.

I was driving on White Ave by Fairplex and I saw something out of the corner of my eye, it looked like a tail.

Mel: Mom, I think I hit something

Mom:  No, I didn’t see anything.

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3 seconds later this horrid smell penetrates the atmosphere.

Simultaneously we look at each other…

Me: Yeah, I hit something Mom: You hit a skunk!


My mom then proceeds to call my brother, sister, and dad. She also calls Tita Cindy since none of the above were answering their phones.


In my 5-6 years of driving I have never hit anything.  I was bound to do it sometime, I suppose.


Oh, my mom did not allow me to park in the driveway. Saturday when we were leaving for Delano the car still had a skunk smell.

Wonder if it still smells.

I’ll let you know.

Yes, I saw a girl get hit by a car

Bob  Jones.

Ryan, Kendra, and I were walking back from lunch Saturday. We were in front of Creel when it all happened in slow motion.

A girl was walking across the street in front of Nell Sunday. The car was coming towards her (in our direction). I understand this will be confusing so bear with me if you must.

The car hit the girl and the girl spun around in the opposite direction of where the car was heading towards. (360 degree turn) Her shoes came off thru the ordeal. She bounced off the car, somersaulted on the asphalt, and in one swoop grabbed her shoes and stood up again.

At this point everyone is running to the “scene of the crime” (us included of course) Ok, so I was walking briskly I don’t run.

She was walking back towards Nell Sunday and swooped towards the ground. Luckily, one of the guys caught her before she hit the sidewalk.

She was a Senior and graduation was next week. Poor thing. She hobbled across the stage with a cast on her leg and a sling around her neck for her broken collar bone and right arm (if I remember correctly.)

Crazy, huh?