When I was in elementary school, I thought I knew who my friends were. . . .
until I met real friends later down the road.
When I was little, I thought most vegetables were gross. . . .
until I learned I couldn't leave the table without
eating them.
When my sister and I were younger, I thought I could get away with hitting her. . . .
until she'd hit me back. Harder.
In high school, I thought the torture of homework and reports would never end. . . .
until I graduated and proudly recieved my diploma.
I thought I knew how it felt to be proud of myself. . . .
until I dropped 30 pounds and three pants sizes.
I thought I knew what it was like to love someone. . . .
until I met the man of my dreams over five years ago.
I thought I knew how lucky and blessed I was. . . .
until every new day proves better than the last.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Summer Months
And here we are, already at the very end of August. Where the heck did that time go?? Lets see, I'll update up on the incredibly interesting lives we lead (ha).
1.) My last post I'd mentioned that I've been going to the gym regularly (yay!). I still am. I am now proudly down 30 lbs, and fitting into a wonderfully small size 8. Hard, hard work, but clearly it's paying off.
2.) Back in June, I applied for a position at the hospital; in the kitchen. I went in and met the department manager and gave her a personal copy of my resume. Kept calling and bugging them, and finally they called back to schedule an interview with me. Yippee! It was three weeks ago, and I'm now waiting (anxiously!) to hear the verdict on their decision.
2 and a half.) I've quit Subway as of a few nights ago. It was time to move on, the money wasn't making that big of a difference, and I was never home with my honey. So that chapter is over. . .for the second time. Hehe. Hopefully there won't be a third.
3.) Jake and I, and another couple, took a much needed vacation to Sequoia National Park (Forrest?) in mid July. It was just beautiful. Everything around us was so breathtakingly gorgeous. We stayed for 4 days and loved every minute of it. Here is for your viewing pleasure. : )
There's 6-foot-five Jake absolutely dwarfed by the tree. It was incredible!
Yes, that is the tree trunk surrounding us. It was huge!
Those are just the roots of a tree, in comparison to the people walking by it. Crazy big.
And here are just some other pictures I felt the need to share.
Here's my sister and I at La Posada for their kareoke contest. She won that week. (!!) : )
And here's my mom and her dance partner Devon, after competing in "Dancing With Our Stars". They did so great!!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Life Ensues
Well let's see, what's been going on in our lives? Work has been going good, busy as always, but good. Exciting news, I have been going to the gym pretty regularly (nearly every day), since the beginning of March, and since then I'm officially down 23 pounds and counting. : )
Jake has just recently bought a Unimog, (don't worry, I didn't know what that was either.) Its a type of rock-crawler. He is beyond excited for it's arrival and very much looking forward to playing with it for hours on end. He wasted no time in changing our computer desktop image from a lovely picture of us. . . . . . to one of his beloved truck. Now I know where I stand. ; ) I must say though, the truck is way cool looking and I'm a bit anxious to ride in it myself.
What else. . . . .Jake's work is also going good. Things have calmed way down since the storms a few months back, and he's back to regular routine work hours. No more 36-hour shifts. . . .for a while at least. We'll have to see what summer brings. Hopefully no fires happen.
As far as school for me goes. . . . .*drum roll*. . . .I still have absolutely no idea what I'm wanna do. As I'd mentioned in previous blogs, I was thinking about taking a vet tech course through ROP. . .until I learned it was gonna be like $500 to sign up for it. Aaaaaaand no. So I think what my next course of action will be is to take a career placement test at Butte, and see where I stand. Maye the friggin' test can tell me what I'm interested in, cuz I sure don't know.
I bought a bike about a month ago, (an actual good quality bike, unlike my last one that I proudly got at trusty Wal-mart.) I'm very much in love and try to ride it as often as I can. I'd love to be able to ride to work but, 1.) The hills are a little too steep to make any timely progress on, and 2.) I'd look like hell by the time I actually got to work, (3 years later).
Well, I think that's all the new and exciting stuff I can squeeze outta my brain for now. Keep reading, it excites me to know that I'm writing for someone to read and enjoy, as opposed to just a diary of sorts.
Have a lovely day!
Jake has just recently bought a Unimog, (don't worry, I didn't know what that was either.) Its a type of rock-crawler. He is beyond excited for it's arrival and very much looking forward to playing with it for hours on end. He wasted no time in changing our computer desktop image from a lovely picture of us. . . . . . to one of his beloved truck. Now I know where I stand. ; ) I must say though, the truck is way cool looking and I'm a bit anxious to ride in it myself.
What else. . . . .Jake's work is also going good. Things have calmed way down since the storms a few months back, and he's back to regular routine work hours. No more 36-hour shifts. . . .for a while at least. We'll have to see what summer brings. Hopefully no fires happen.
As far as school for me goes. . . . .*drum roll*. . . .I still have absolutely no idea what I'm wanna do. As I'd mentioned in previous blogs, I was thinking about taking a vet tech course through ROP. . .until I learned it was gonna be like $500 to sign up for it. Aaaaaaand no. So I think what my next course of action will be is to take a career placement test at Butte, and see where I stand. Maye the friggin' test can tell me what I'm interested in, cuz I sure don't know.
I bought a bike about a month ago, (an actual good quality bike, unlike my last one that I proudly got at trusty Wal-mart.) I'm very much in love and try to ride it as often as I can. I'd love to be able to ride to work but, 1.) The hills are a little too steep to make any timely progress on, and 2.) I'd look like hell by the time I actually got to work, (3 years later).
Well, I think that's all the new and exciting stuff I can squeeze outta my brain for now. Keep reading, it excites me to know that I'm writing for someone to read and enjoy, as opposed to just a diary of sorts.
Have a lovely day!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Enchiladas and a zombie movie set
So, I had this past Saturday off. From BOTH jobs. Color me excited! Jake and I were going to have an us day, finally. A full weekend day to just be together. Buuuut should have known better when its the end of winter and storming rather frequently. That us day turned into a call at 8am Saturday morning, calling Jake out to work storm damage. Of course. So off he goes, with apologetic hugs, and longer than usual kisses, we finally say goodbye and he leaves for god knows how long.
So now I'm alone, on my whole day off, and what do I do? I clean the refridgerator. And do the dishes, and sweep the kitchen and vacuum the living room. Hey, it needed to be done, and I had nothing better to do, so what the heck.
As the (lonely) day passed, I decided that I was gonna make my man an excellent dinner, as a peace offering for his working all day long. For whatever reason, I wanted to make chicken enchiladas. Let me tell you, for my first ever attempt at making them-they were EXCELLENT!! I was very proud of myself! : ) Ta da!!
Pre-oven. . . .
. . .And looking fantastic and ready to eat!! And they were sooo good.
When Jake finally made it home (at 10:30 that night), I asked him if he wanted some enchiladas, and he asked "From where?" And very proudly I responded, "I made them!!" Long story short, when they were reheated for him, he devoured them and kept praising my good work. And he finished them off the next day. : )
Ok, my zombie movie set. The next morning (Sunday), I had to be at work at 6:30. Upon driving there, I noticed that our power was out in the entire complex. Our store had a few lights on, thanks to the generator, but overall it was pretty dark. So its dark, and pouring, check and check for the beginning plot of our zombie movie. As I'm running from my car to the store, I realize I obviously can't get in cuz our automatic doors are electric and therefore, won't open. So here I am, outside soaked and locked out, pounding on the doors trying to spark someone's attention to let me in. From out of nowhere, this bum woman that ALWAYS comes in and buys a 40oz like twice a day, and is ALWAYS lurking outside the store, mumbling to herself- steps out from behind the soda machine, really slowly. Like, creepy slowly. Weird lady talking to herself? CHECK! The zombie plot thickens.
So, now I'm freakin' out, I can barely see her, and she's just standing there, staring. I pound on the door harder. Finally, my saving grace opens the door, and I pour in, more freaked than I realized. Once inside, it gets creepier. There is no music, no lights, no customers, no noise. Period. Kinda laughing, cuz none of us know what to do, we try to go about our usual shift duties-albeit limited. As my shift progresses, and I'm moving around more, I realize how completely transformed the store is with no lights and no people. It felt like how I imagine a hospital with no patients would feel. Isles looked longer and menacing and merchandise was barely visable. I kept waiting for some wacko to jump out from behind the cereal or something. Just weird.
Anyway, because the electricity was out, that meant our ice box that houses all the bags of ice, and all out refridgeration and freezer units, were out too. So in a desperate attempt to salvage product, we brought most of the bags of (rapidly melting) ice, and packed them around meats, ice creams, dairy and frozen.
When the lights finally came back on, there was no longer a need for the ice bags to serve as impromptu coolers. So back to the ice box they go. All of them, we're talkin' like at least 50 bags of ice. 50 bags of melting, leaking, ice. Once the ice was put away, we had to go all around the store and mop up the trails of ice drip that we so desperately tried to avoid.
Only 4 hours, it was still a very eventful shift. It brought variety and fun to the day. And there were no zombies. : )
So now I'm alone, on my whole day off, and what do I do? I clean the refridgerator. And do the dishes, and sweep the kitchen and vacuum the living room. Hey, it needed to be done, and I had nothing better to do, so what the heck.
As the (lonely) day passed, I decided that I was gonna make my man an excellent dinner, as a peace offering for his working all day long. For whatever reason, I wanted to make chicken enchiladas. Let me tell you, for my first ever attempt at making them-they were EXCELLENT!! I was very proud of myself! : ) Ta da!!
. . .And looking fantastic and ready to eat!! And they were sooo good.
When Jake finally made it home (at 10:30 that night), I asked him if he wanted some enchiladas, and he asked "From where?" And very proudly I responded, "I made them!!" Long story short, when they were reheated for him, he devoured them and kept praising my good work. And he finished them off the next day. : )
Ok, my zombie movie set. The next morning (Sunday), I had to be at work at 6:30. Upon driving there, I noticed that our power was out in the entire complex. Our store had a few lights on, thanks to the generator, but overall it was pretty dark. So its dark, and pouring, check and check for the beginning plot of our zombie movie. As I'm running from my car to the store, I realize I obviously can't get in cuz our automatic doors are electric and therefore, won't open. So here I am, outside soaked and locked out, pounding on the doors trying to spark someone's attention to let me in. From out of nowhere, this bum woman that ALWAYS comes in and buys a 40oz like twice a day, and is ALWAYS lurking outside the store, mumbling to herself- steps out from behind the soda machine, really slowly. Like, creepy slowly. Weird lady talking to herself? CHECK! The zombie plot thickens.
So, now I'm freakin' out, I can barely see her, and she's just standing there, staring. I pound on the door harder. Finally, my saving grace opens the door, and I pour in, more freaked than I realized. Once inside, it gets creepier. There is no music, no lights, no customers, no noise. Period. Kinda laughing, cuz none of us know what to do, we try to go about our usual shift duties-albeit limited. As my shift progresses, and I'm moving around more, I realize how completely transformed the store is with no lights and no people. It felt like how I imagine a hospital with no patients would feel. Isles looked longer and menacing and merchandise was barely visable. I kept waiting for some wacko to jump out from behind the cereal or something. Just weird.
Anyway, because the electricity was out, that meant our ice box that houses all the bags of ice, and all out refridgeration and freezer units, were out too. So in a desperate attempt to salvage product, we brought most of the bags of (rapidly melting) ice, and packed them around meats, ice creams, dairy and frozen.
When the lights finally came back on, there was no longer a need for the ice bags to serve as impromptu coolers. So back to the ice box they go. All of them, we're talkin' like at least 50 bags of ice. 50 bags of melting, leaking, ice. Once the ice was put away, we had to go all around the store and mop up the trails of ice drip that we so desperately tried to avoid.
Only 4 hours, it was still a very eventful shift. It brought variety and fun to the day. And there were no zombies. : )
Monday, February 28, 2011
Beyond Blessed, and Very Fickle
I got my results letter from the Police Department, and *drum roll please*. . . . .I didn't pass. Big suprise, I honestly wasn't expecting to. I'm a little glad I didn't pass, because now that I've had the tiniest glimpse of what the job would entail; I don't know if I could handle it. Well, scratch that. I probably could handle it, its that I don't want to hadle it. So as far as trying to take the test again, I don't know if I will.
My new idea (relax, this too will probably change next week), is like a vet tech or something. There is an ROP class for animal and vetrinary careers that I just might take. Who knows, if nothing else, it will be fun and I'll have learned something. As you've probably guess, I am a very fickle person. I'm all for an idea for about 2 weeks; then ka-putz, outta my brain. I joke with Jake that he is the longest thing I've ever help an interest in. But hey, at least I'm interested in a lot of things, and I try.
Ok, now get your barf buckets ready cuz I'm about to get all mushy.
I love my boyfriend. With everything I have in me. I can't quite believe that we will hit 5 wonderful years together later on in July. That blows my mind. He has changed my life in so many ways, and helped create my future. I remember back, to the first few weeks of us dating. I was so shy about kissing him; I stayed away from his lips for 2 whole weeks, panicked that it would be as horrible as my first ever kiss with another guy just months before. But alas, when he did finally kiss me, it was purely, simply, wonderful. No fireworks went off, and I didn't see any stars. But I didn't have to, cuz what I did see, was the start of a relationship with a very gentle and amazing man. Oh, how right I was. Weeks, turned into months, and months dissolved into years. Now, more than four and a half years later; I can truly say that I made the best decision of my life, when I called Jake up and asked him out (yes, close your mouth, I asked him out.)
Now, as I write this, my sweet man is getting some well deserved shut-eye, after working a grueling near 36-hour shift. He's a Foreman for Utility Tree Service, and therefore, has been so busy with the snow storm we had. Not a day goes by, where I'll hear a slow, sweet song, and I'll get lost in my own wonderful thoughts of our future wedding day. My fantasy never gets past me being walked down the isle and into Jake's arms, cuz that's all that's gonna be important to me at the real wedding. Seeing my handsome man in a tux, waiting for his (beautiful, if I don't say so myself) bride.
He is such a genuinely wonderfuly person, inside and out. And, damn, he's handsome! He has been so incredibly good to me. I hope I bring him as much happiness as he brings me, each and every day. He really and truly is my hero. I can't wait til our wedding day, where I will finally and happily become Mrs. Katie Brownlee.
My new idea (relax, this too will probably change next week), is like a vet tech or something. There is an ROP class for animal and vetrinary careers that I just might take. Who knows, if nothing else, it will be fun and I'll have learned something. As you've probably guess, I am a very fickle person. I'm all for an idea for about 2 weeks; then ka-putz, outta my brain. I joke with Jake that he is the longest thing I've ever help an interest in. But hey, at least I'm interested in a lot of things, and I try.
Ok, now get your barf buckets ready cuz I'm about to get all mushy.
I love my boyfriend. With everything I have in me. I can't quite believe that we will hit 5 wonderful years together later on in July. That blows my mind. He has changed my life in so many ways, and helped create my future. I remember back, to the first few weeks of us dating. I was so shy about kissing him; I stayed away from his lips for 2 whole weeks, panicked that it would be as horrible as my first ever kiss with another guy just months before. But alas, when he did finally kiss me, it was purely, simply, wonderful. No fireworks went off, and I didn't see any stars. But I didn't have to, cuz what I did see, was the start of a relationship with a very gentle and amazing man. Oh, how right I was. Weeks, turned into months, and months dissolved into years. Now, more than four and a half years later; I can truly say that I made the best decision of my life, when I called Jake up and asked him out (yes, close your mouth, I asked him out.)
Now, as I write this, my sweet man is getting some well deserved shut-eye, after working a grueling near 36-hour shift. He's a Foreman for Utility Tree Service, and therefore, has been so busy with the snow storm we had. Not a day goes by, where I'll hear a slow, sweet song, and I'll get lost in my own wonderful thoughts of our future wedding day. My fantasy never gets past me being walked down the isle and into Jake's arms, cuz that's all that's gonna be important to me at the real wedding. Seeing my handsome man in a tux, waiting for his (beautiful, if I don't say so myself) bride.
He is such a genuinely wonderfuly person, inside and out. And, damn, he's handsome! He has been so incredibly good to me. I hope I bring him as much happiness as he brings me, each and every day. He really and truly is my hero. I can't wait til our wedding day, where I will finally and happily become Mrs. Katie Brownlee.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Dispatch test
So, the letter I got said to go to Town Hall yesterday (Feb. 3) at 9am, and go to the Council Chambers. When I got there, the door marked Council Chambers was open, but the room was dark and empty. I was also 10 minutes early, and figured had been the first to arrive. So I sat right outside and waited for others to show up. Soon, an older woman came up to me and asked if I was there for the dispatch test. I said yes, and she pointed to yet another door, further down than the one I was already sitting by, marked Council Chambers. I had gone to wrong door. Great. Sure enough, in the second Chambers room, there were about 7 other people listening to a woman at the front of the room. I signed in and quickly took a seat, explaining that I hadn't realized there were two freaking doors marked Council Chambers. But, I was there, and only like one minute late. And so the test began.
There were 11 tests in total. The first few were relatively easy, mostly just common sense, "pick the correct sentence" kinda stuff. Then, the harder stuff began. There was one test where, there was numbers 1-60, and next to every number, was a set of 4 codes (a mixture of random letters and numbers). The woman on the CD (which by the way kept skipping), would start rattling off codes, and our job was to try to recognize the one she had said and match it to one of the four codes on our sheet. All was going smoothly, until the woman starting saying the codes so freaking fast, as if someone had pushed fast forward. It. Was. Impossible. There was no way anybody could understand her once she got going fast. But, that's what the test was testing. I'm guessing I didn't do too well on that one. Hehe.
Overall, it was a pretty intense and stressful 3 hours (yes, 3 whole hours of pure stress and adrenaline). We will get a letter in the mail next week sometime saying we either passed and go onto the interview, or we didn't score high enough.
I honestly don't know which letter I'll be recieving. I feel like I did ok, but I really don't know. There was nothing to compare it too, since that was my first time.
So, the waiting game begins. If I didn't pass, I'm tryin' again.
There were 11 tests in total. The first few were relatively easy, mostly just common sense, "pick the correct sentence" kinda stuff. Then, the harder stuff began. There was one test where, there was numbers 1-60, and next to every number, was a set of 4 codes (a mixture of random letters and numbers). The woman on the CD (which by the way kept skipping), would start rattling off codes, and our job was to try to recognize the one she had said and match it to one of the four codes on our sheet. All was going smoothly, until the woman starting saying the codes so freaking fast, as if someone had pushed fast forward. It. Was. Impossible. There was no way anybody could understand her once she got going fast. But, that's what the test was testing. I'm guessing I didn't do too well on that one. Hehe.
Overall, it was a pretty intense and stressful 3 hours (yes, 3 whole hours of pure stress and adrenaline). We will get a letter in the mail next week sometime saying we either passed and go onto the interview, or we didn't score high enough.
I honestly don't know which letter I'll be recieving. I feel like I did ok, but I really don't know. There was nothing to compare it too, since that was my first time.
So, the waiting game begins. If I didn't pass, I'm tryin' again.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Paper or plastic, 6 inch or footlong, 911 what's your emergency?
I got home from work today, and checked the mail. Behold, what do I find? A letter addressed to me, from none other than the Paradise Police Department. Apparently, even though I turned my application in at the wrong place, they still kept my app on file. They liked what they saw, and I passed the inital review. (Meaning my typing score was high enough to spark their attention, and my job background was sufficient.) So, I go in for the testing process on Feb, 3rd!!! Don't really know what all that entails, but I shall find out soon enough. It said to be prepared for the testing to take around 3 hours, so I'm not sure what they'll be doing and testing, but hey! I made it to the testing round, so thats gotta be good!
I'm so very excited. When I found out I turned my app in at the wrong place, I figured that was it, and they had written me off. So thats when I got my job back at Subway, thinking I'd do the Subway and Savemart thing for awhile, and reapply for the dispatcher eventually down the road. Think again! They liked me, they really liked me!
So, I shall quite anxiously await the 3rd of next month, cross my fingers, answer honestly and to the best of my knowledge, and wish and hope that I get the job! Don't know how long it will take til I found out if I'm hired or not, but, one step at a time. At least I got into the testing!
I will keep you updated, as I'm sure your just dying to know the end result.
Yay for me!
I'm so very excited. When I found out I turned my app in at the wrong place, I figured that was it, and they had written me off. So thats when I got my job back at Subway, thinking I'd do the Subway and Savemart thing for awhile, and reapply for the dispatcher eventually down the road. Think again! They liked me, they really liked me!
So, I shall quite anxiously await the 3rd of next month, cross my fingers, answer honestly and to the best of my knowledge, and wish and hope that I get the job! Don't know how long it will take til I found out if I'm hired or not, but, one step at a time. At least I got into the testing!
I will keep you updated, as I'm sure your just dying to know the end result.
Yay for me!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
We're in the money (hopefully)
So, as you know-I'm taking some time off from school. Don't know when I'll be going back, what I do know is that I'm flat broke and need to make me some money. So, after applying for a public safety dispatcher (which didn't work out, because apparently I needed to turn my application in at Town Hall, not the freaking Police Department.), and trying to apply at the hospital (no department was hiring), and driving down to Chico on a whim one morning in hopes of landing an office assistant job (if the position has already been filled, you UPDATE your posting on Craigslist.), I went to my old job (Subway), and asked if they were hiring, and if I could get rehired. Well. . .they were, and I could!
So, as of yesterday I am welcomed back to Subway, and still on at Savemart. : ) Yay!
Bring on the chaos, bring on the flying back and forth from one job to the other, and bring on the money!
So, I ask you: "Is plastic ok?" and "A 6-inch or foot long?"
So, as of yesterday I am welcomed back to Subway, and still on at Savemart. : ) Yay!
Bring on the chaos, bring on the flying back and forth from one job to the other, and bring on the money!
So, I ask you: "Is plastic ok?" and "A 6-inch or foot long?"
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thanksgiving and babysitting
I do hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I did! I worked in the morning, but got off at 11:30, so I had most of the day free. We split the day between Jake's parent's house and my parent's house.
Me and my sweet man. :)
Me and my will-one-day-be my mother in law.
My wonderful sister and I!
Me, my sister and our mom! : )
It was a truly wonderful day.
Now, onto babysitting. I got the pleasure of babysitting my co-worker's adorable 1-year old, Mia. She was such a joy! It's good practice for me.
Hard at work on the etch-a-sketch.
We were playing peek-a-boo under the table. So much fun!
Hi there!!
We had a very fun time!
Me and my sweet man. :)
Me and my will-one-day-be my mother in law.
My wonderful sister and I!
Me, my sister and our mom! : )
It was a truly wonderful day.
Now, onto babysitting. I got the pleasure of babysitting my co-worker's adorable 1-year old, Mia. She was such a joy! It's good practice for me.
Hard at work on the etch-a-sketch.
She finally warmed up to my jolly green giant boyfriend, (She's looking at him)
We were playing peek-a-boo under the table. So much fun!
Hi there!!
We had a very fun time!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
New Path
I have recently decided that I am not going back to school next semester. I know what you're thinking: "What? But Katie, you only have a year left. Why stop now??" Well I'll tell ya why. I'm not happy. Period. For a while now, I've been feeling like the major I'm in and the path I'm on just isn't right for me, and not something I want to do anymore. But, since I was already in school for it, and super close to being done, I shoved those feelings aside and rolled with it. Well, enough.
In theory, being a scritptwriter for Hollywood, or wherever, is a cool job. In reality, I just don't see myself actually doing it. I am so not a competitive person, or a confrontational person. And the major I've picked and the industry I'm going towards is exactly that.
So, I'm taking off my advertiser/scriptwriter hat, and putting on a new one. What that new hat will be; I don't know yet. But thats exactly it; I don't know, and I don't have to know. What I would like to try looking into, is a public safety dispatcher. I think that suits me (for now), and its something I have always had a passion for. And, if that path doesn't work out, I will find a new one.
But for right now, I can't do the Chico State act anymore. That area is one that I thought I'd have a drive for, and I don't. So you live and learn. That's what life is about. Finding yourself and what learning what makes you happy.
In theory, being a scritptwriter for Hollywood, or wherever, is a cool job. In reality, I just don't see myself actually doing it. I am so not a competitive person, or a confrontational person. And the major I've picked and the industry I'm going towards is exactly that.
So, I'm taking off my advertiser/scriptwriter hat, and putting on a new one. What that new hat will be; I don't know yet. But thats exactly it; I don't know, and I don't have to know. What I would like to try looking into, is a public safety dispatcher. I think that suits me (for now), and its something I have always had a passion for. And, if that path doesn't work out, I will find a new one.
But for right now, I can't do the Chico State act anymore. That area is one that I thought I'd have a drive for, and I don't. So you live and learn. That's what life is about. Finding yourself and what learning what makes you happy.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
. . . .And big sigh of relief
School is quickly winding down for the semester, yet again. Its so crazy to think that I only have two more to get through, and I will be done. What a wierd feeling.
This week was quite hectic, by my own doing. I had a 5-page paper to write. . . that I waited til Sunday night and 4:00 Monday morning to work on. I had a quiz yesterday I had to study for. . . which I didn't do til yesterday morning. And my group and I had our huge project presentation yesterday, which I am pleased to say went really well, I think.
I do this to myself semester after semester. Wait to the absolute last possible minute to get things done-then get up at 3am and turture myself, in order to get them done. Every time I procrastinate, I always ask myself (in a panic) "Why do I always do this?!". . . . .And then I do the exact same thing for the next thing on my to-do list. Ah, the cycle might never end.
Thanksgiving is next Thursday (right?), and thus begins the glorious week we don't have classes. After our too-short break, we have just 2 weeks of classes, then battling through finals; and the Fall semester will be over. Bring on winter break. Hopefully, mine will be filled with internship days, if I get it.
I'm hoping Spring and Fall semesters of 2011 will go by quickly, and then yours truly will be a FREAKING COLLEGE GRADUATE. . . . .Ahem, 'scuze me. I get a tad excited when I think about NEVER HAVING ANYMORE HOMEWORK!. . . .Oh there I go again. He he he.
This week was quite hectic, by my own doing. I had a 5-page paper to write. . . that I waited til Sunday night and 4:00 Monday morning to work on. I had a quiz yesterday I had to study for. . . which I didn't do til yesterday morning. And my group and I had our huge project presentation yesterday, which I am pleased to say went really well, I think.
I do this to myself semester after semester. Wait to the absolute last possible minute to get things done-then get up at 3am and turture myself, in order to get them done. Every time I procrastinate, I always ask myself (in a panic) "Why do I always do this?!". . . . .And then I do the exact same thing for the next thing on my to-do list. Ah, the cycle might never end.
Thanksgiving is next Thursday (right?), and thus begins the glorious week we don't have classes. After our too-short break, we have just 2 weeks of classes, then battling through finals; and the Fall semester will be over. Bring on winter break. Hopefully, mine will be filled with internship days, if I get it.
I'm hoping Spring and Fall semesters of 2011 will go by quickly, and then yours truly will be a FREAKING COLLEGE GRADUATE. . . . .Ahem, 'scuze me. I get a tad excited when I think about NEVER HAVING ANYMORE HOMEWORK!. . . .Oh there I go again. He he he.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Coffee, babies and homework
I bought my first ever coffee maker yesterday, and I made my first ever cup of coffee this morning. *Beams* I'm very proud. How did it taste? Well, condisering it was my first attempt ever, it wasn't too bad. It did taste kind of, blah, but I also used sugar-free creamer, and I'm assuming that had something to do with it. So, I'm gonna get non-sugar free creamer, and try again tomorrow.
Ok, so I know I always go on and on about how everyone around me is pregnant or has kids. And I know I go on and on about how I can't wait to get pregnant and start our family. And thats true, I can't wait to start a family with Jake.But the truth is: I am not ready for a baby. We have friends who have two kids, one being a few months old. Everytime we go over there and I get to hold Max and help feed him and whatnot, I realize that I am not ready for that responsibility. Now, if we were get pregnant unexpectedly, that would be a different story, I would be ready for the duties ahead because I would have to be. But as far as actually trying to get pregnant-not on my list for at least a little while.
I know that when it is my own child, I will feel less awkward, and I know it takes time to get the hang of the ins and out of motherhood. But for right now-I'm enjoying being 22, and a baby will fit into our lives someday.
Now, onto homework. Ugh. Not much to say about it, except that I don't want to do it. The semester is dwindling to a close. We have one more week, then a week off for Turkey Day, then something like 2 more weeks of classes, then finals. Then we get 6 glorious week off.. . . . . .And get to start the process all over again come January. But, that process will soon come to an end. Yay.
That is all for now. If I die suddenly, blame my paper that I am desperately avoiding like the plague.
Ok, so I know I always go on and on about how everyone around me is pregnant or has kids. And I know I go on and on about how I can't wait to get pregnant and start our family. And thats true, I can't wait to start a family with Jake.But the truth is: I am not ready for a baby. We have friends who have two kids, one being a few months old. Everytime we go over there and I get to hold Max and help feed him and whatnot, I realize that I am not ready for that responsibility. Now, if we were get pregnant unexpectedly, that would be a different story, I would be ready for the duties ahead because I would have to be. But as far as actually trying to get pregnant-not on my list for at least a little while.
I know that when it is my own child, I will feel less awkward, and I know it takes time to get the hang of the ins and out of motherhood. But for right now-I'm enjoying being 22, and a baby will fit into our lives someday.
Now, onto homework. Ugh. Not much to say about it, except that I don't want to do it. The semester is dwindling to a close. We have one more week, then a week off for Turkey Day, then something like 2 more weeks of classes, then finals. Then we get 6 glorious week off.. . . . . .And get to start the process all over again come January. But, that process will soon come to an end. Yay.
That is all for now. If I die suddenly, blame my paper that I am desperately avoiding like the plague.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Hi's, low's and everything in between
I have recently come to realize four things:
1. No matter how much you think you know or like someone, they still have the potential to stab you in the back.
2. Contrary to their beliefs, I in fact, don't need to know every sickeningly personal detail of the elderly population's life. Case in point, the other day at work, I was bagging this old lady's order, and she felt the random need to inform me that the reason she had bought the cranberry juice was to help with her BLADDER INFECTION. Yes, bladder. Infection. . . . .Aaaaaand gross.
3. Being told that I have (her exact words) "The most beautiful skin ever", despite the fact that I was sporting a much resented giant angry red zit in the middle of my face-was a moment that made my day.
4. I will, one-day-some-day-I'm wishing-and-hoping be working at Disneyland.
1. No matter how much you think you know or like someone, they still have the potential to stab you in the back.
2. Contrary to their beliefs, I in fact, don't need to know every sickeningly personal detail of the elderly population's life. Case in point, the other day at work, I was bagging this old lady's order, and she felt the random need to inform me that the reason she had bought the cranberry juice was to help with her BLADDER INFECTION. Yes, bladder. Infection. . . . .Aaaaaand gross.
3. Being told that I have (her exact words) "The most beautiful skin ever", despite the fact that I was sporting a much resented giant angry red zit in the middle of my face-was a moment that made my day.
4. I will, one-day-some-day-I'm wishing-and-hoping be working at Disneyland.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Carving pumpkins, and an absent hobo
So I was all ready and excited to dress up as a hobo for Halloween. Well, low and behold, the one day ever in my life I oversleep the alarm, I choose Halloween to do it on. I opened, so I had to be at work at 6:30 Halloween morning. I woke up at 5:00, decided I wanted to go back to bed for another half hour, set the alarm for 30 minutes, and konked right back out. Well when the alarm went off-I turned it off. . . . . .and again went right back to bed. I have no idea why I thought I would only go back to sleep for 5 more minutes, cuz as we all know, that never happens. So that "5 minutes" turned into another hour. Its not 6:37 in the morning when I finally get the bright idea to open my eyes and look at the clock. Panic ensues. I have never gotten dressed so fast in my life. Screw the Halloween costume, I just needed to get my butt to work. Clocking in 15 minutes late, it turned out to be okay. My manager knew I have never done anything like that before, and therefore didn't chew me out. So once the panic went away, I was just bummed that I wasn't in costume for my shift.
But alas, the day went well, regardless of the alarm mishap.
I was excited for trick-or-treaters this year, because the previous 2 years we never got any. So this year I was hoping a new neighborhood would bring them to our house in droves. We got 1. But we were ready for them!
Backtracking a bit. . . .on Friday night, we carved our pumpkins! We had a lot of fun, and baked the pumkin seeds too, which are the best part. Here's Jake's pumpkin. . . .
And here's mine. . . .
Happy Halloween!!
But alas, the day went well, regardless of the alarm mishap.
I was excited for trick-or-treaters this year, because the previous 2 years we never got any. So this year I was hoping a new neighborhood would bring them to our house in droves. We got 1. But we were ready for them!
Backtracking a bit. . . .on Friday night, we carved our pumpkins! We had a lot of fun, and baked the pumkin seeds too, which are the best part. Here's Jake's pumpkin. . . .
And here's mine. . . .
Happy Halloween!!
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