Today I got on the elevator in my building for work. A man was already on there.
The doors shuts.
He looks at me and the conversation goes a little like this:
Stranger: wow, bad day?
Me: Nope, everything is good actually…..?
Stranger: Your face looks upset, you look mad!
Me: Meh.. I get that a lot when I am not smiling. I look pissed off, but I’m not. That’s just my regular face!!
Stranger: Oh, that’s too bad.
Maybe I’m just a cold hearted Bitch and people are seeing through to the real me.
I really don’t know how to explain it but it sure is annoying.
It seems that since college I have acquired a certain “look”. It is my face in neutral. When I am not talking or showing specific happiness in a smile or a laugh, I look angry. I don’t know why. People I knew would approach me at parties, bars, dinner, wherever I was out at and ask me
Strangers at bars would approach me and say ” you look pissed, what’s up!?”
Nothing….am I not allowed to sit here and just be content?
I feel just fine, normal, me. But to others I look upset, angry or sad.
It seemed random at first but then started happening frequently enough that it became annoying. It still IS annoying. I am not making this up. People I don’t know approach me frequently and say ” Smile!” or “You know, it’s okay to smile!”
I want to flip these people off.
I swear I am not doing it on purpose.
Anyone else have this problem!?
I wanted to share how the military has had a personal effect on my life.
Growing up, the only person I knew of who had anything to do with the military was my grandpa. He served in the Marines when he was a youngin’ and fought in World War II, Guadalcanal and was called back for the Korean Conflict. Even though he was long retired from a civilian job when I was little, there was a tone in his voice and crease in pants that reminded you where he came from. You could bounce a quarter off the beds in his house (in fact my mom and her siblings had to when they were growing up!) He still sported the High and Tight hair cut and had lots of military paraphernalia around the house. He was a stern man and I remember he was the one person growing up that I was scared to mouth off to, interrupt or misbehave around or I would surely get a harsh punishment.
|Grandpa & Grandma|
|Dad in his Uniform|
In high school the recruiters would come and talk to students. I took the ASVAB with some friends just to see what we would score but never intended to enlist. Recruiters called my house and mom would tell them she would NEVER allow her daughter to join. A few guys from school did after graduation but living in Seattle, a pretty liberal and democratic area… joining the military at 18 isn’t the norm.
|Amy in Iraq|
I remember going home and telling my parents that night. My mom cried and asked if Amy understood what she had just done. This was 2003. We were in a war. Amy was reassured by her recruiter that there was NO WAY she would get deployed. First of all she had to go through boot camp which would take months, then get assigned to a specific job, sent to somewhere else for training…. By the time she was deployable, we would be out of the Middle East.
Flash Forward 8 months, Amy gets out of boot camp and is immediately deployed to Iraq.
|Liz & Tasia in Iraq ( The friends we would read about in Amy’s letters home)|
|Me & Rindi in San Diego for the first time|
|Our first Visit. Who wouldn’t want to move here?!|
April 2005 we loaded up the Uhaul and headed South. Arriving 2 days later in Oceanside at our little apartment with job interviews lined up for the next day.
Let us reminisce
|Toga Party at the Barracks
The girls- Marines not wives
|Tasia deploying for the 2nd time|
|USMC Ball 2006 Amy, Rindi, Sara, Logan and Josh|
|USMC Ball 2005 Sara, Mae, Rindi, Amy(preggo) and me|
|Hanging out at the Barracks|
|Country dancing at the Stampede|
|Amy and Liz in Iraq|
|Tasia, Liz, Sara|
|Liz & Amy|
Grandma came to visit me while I was in San Diego and we went to her old apt where her and grandpa lived while he was stationed down there. She was excited that I was living in the same area and around Marines like she had .
My Christmas lists tend to be more than one page and yes I still make them and give them to my parents.
Well, here is it, my 2 seconds of fame and I didn’t even have to do anything.
About 2 weeks ago I received a message on Facebook from an archival agency that finds requested photos and footage for an advertising agency. I thought it was spam and read it to Steve. “This person says they want to use a photo of me in a Cheverolet commercial! Hahaha, I’m sure this is a scam of some kind” A few hours later Steve checks his Facebook and he has a message from this same person. They told him they were trying to get ahold of his wife to get the rights to a photo for commercial use and needed to talk to us ASAP, as the deadline was the next day. Again, we are skeptical and unsure. Then Steve’s mom calls. She said she has a voicemail on her house phone from some agency looking for me regarding a Chevy Commercial. The caller said they hoped this was the same family that was related to the certain Gracie they were looking for!
At this point I decided I would give them a call. What have I got to loose? The photo they are referring to is already on the internet so if they really wanted to pull one over on me, they could, whether they had my permission or not!
I talked to the agency and they said they are working on gathering photos for a new Chevy ad coming out and wanted to use a photo of me they found on TheKnot.com, a wedding planning site! That was the most random place they could have found that photo of me! It was in a thread that a bunch of us girls were listing what our “yearbook titles” were, ie: Most likely to be president, Most creative, Prettiest hair, ect.
I was voted coolest car along with my friend Adam. We both drove first generation Camaros.
In the thread I posted a photo of me posing with his car.
Some how this agency stumbled across it!
They said they would pay me to sign over the rights of the photo to them. Then they would then submit it to the marketing agency that puts together the ad for Chevy. That agency would also contact me and send me residuals for the use of the photo in the commercial as it airs. As of now, I have no idea how much that is, but hey money for not doing anything isn’t a bad days work!
Last night when Steve and I got home from my office party we had a package from Fed Ex waiting for us. I opened it up and it was a disk with the commercial on it and a letter from the Marketing agency thanking me for the use of my photo!
The commercial is already airing on TV, so keep you eye out for it! A few of my friends have already seen it air! It’s just a few seconds of my photo …. Nothing to thank the academy for. Still though, I am pretty excited. I would say this was pure luck!
Here is the photo they used
Here is the picture that was in the year book of Adam and I with our “Coolest Cars”
Adam’s Senior Pic:
To give due credit
And when they told me it was photos of people with thier first car, I tried to get my dad in on the action too! But they didn’t need the photo 🙁 Sorry pops, I tried.
Dad with his highschool ride
No autographs please!!!
I also found out that I didn’t need to buy the Vegetable bowl because I get it free with the purchase of 10 place settings. Why no one told me that on Friday when I bought them, I don’t know!
Caused by 6 transactions in 1 hr from 5 states I am sure.
So then I had to call B of A and go through all their automated systems to approve the charges.
|Harley & London|
|Almost makes me want one….. almost.|
You still have that song stuck in your head don’t you?
|Bailey is “reading” the directions to Steve.