I'm getting a little better at updating this thing. Especially since there's a new bit of a reason to update it (hi, dad!). Anyway, I'll do my best to keep up with the times.
My St. Patrick's day was a bust. It started out with the baby, which was fine because it wasn't Monday (Garfield syndrome, remember?). Then, I went miniature golfing with a friend and the roommie! That's where my troubles started...I was really dizzy as soon as I stepped out of the car and into the Wonderland building. We played mini golf despite the dizziness and after a round of air hockey, it got worse. We went home and I had some water and sat down. That seemed to help. We decided to go get something to eat around 8pm at Red Robin. That's where I started having stomach pain and a fever. My friends joked about going to the hospital, and I took them quite seriously. We picked up my mom (because hey, I can't go to the hospital without her...let's be honest) and drove to the hospital. Turns out, I had a really bad UTI and borderline kidney infection. Hooray! So now I'm on medication for that. I just got off the meds that turn my pee orange. That was really cool. I had traffic-cone-orange pee. I'm still taking the antibiotic for another two days.
And that's why we take care of our bodies, folks. Don't be stubborn!
I also decided that it would be best for my future not only financially, but on so many different stress levels to start taking classes in the fall. I had everything transferred for fall quarter and I'll start then. This way, I am able to work and save money so that I'm no longer in a financial hole (thanks to my new medical bills). I don't need two financial holes with school and hospital.
With my new job at camp, I'll be making more than double what I make with three jobs in just over two months. It's going to be a lot of responsibility, but I know that I have a great team to work with and I'm really excited to start summer #3 at Camp Four Echoes.
I don't really know that there's anything more to talk about... There probably is, but I can't remember.
So I guess this is it for now!
:) xoxo
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
This is why I shouldn't make New Years resolutions...
I can never follow through!
I know this was a risk because I don't have internet. So you're just going to have to deal with the rare posts!
I'll start with an update on some things going on.
I got another job (shocker, I know) as Head Chef at Camp Four Echoes. I am really, really nervous about the whole thing and throughout the interviews and discussions and everything, it didn't really hit me that I was going to be entirely responsible for the kitchen. People make it look easy! Ugh! Well anyway, that will bring some good things to blog about later this summer. I'll still be trying to keep up with my other 3 jobs (and school, too?) while I'm at camp. WISH ME LUCK!
On another note, I have this rash on my hands that has been really starting to bother me. First it was the dry skin and the cracks and the bleeding....now it's itchy like I can't even believe (so gross, right?)! It's keeping me up at night, and that's not good. I've considered going to the doctor for it, but what's the point? I have been to every specialist there is since I was 5, and nothing has helped. I just really want it to go away. People say it's eczema, but the creams, lotions and whatnot for that just make it worse. So I am really at a loss for what to do at this point. Oh well?
Hahaha, so I had a really good girls night last night, and I feel like they need a shout-out! We had such a great time stuffing our faces, gossiping, screaming, playing Draw Something, and dancing! :) So there's my shout-out for that!
Oh, and I guess you might be wondering what the heck happened to me on Monday with my dreary, dark-cloud of a facebook post! Well I'll tell you the whole story right here, right now!
I watch a 7 month old baby on Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and he is the GARFIELD of Monday hatred! A happy, dry, well-fed baby turned into a screaming Monday monster! He was FINE all morning and then he wouldn't stop crying (teething was ruled out by teething tablets). I'm a firm believer in crying it out (only if I'm absolutely sure there's nothing wrong with him), so he sat on my floor and cried for a while.
It's getting to be pretty late in the afternoon (about 3:00pm), so I decide to vacuum. I start the vacuum and the crying stops! So I vacuum and feed him again, because it's just about nap time. He ate, and then fell asleep while I was holding him. Usually, if I put him down while he's sleeping he'll stay asleep and sleep for an hour or so. Great, I had time to shower and get ready for my first day of work at Staff Pro. I put the baby down and his eyes pop open and he starts cracking up. Great. So I hold him until he falls asleep again. It's about 3:45 now, and I really should have been in the shower 15 minutes ago. I'm just about to put him down when my phone rings. Now the baby is wide awake and fussing. I ignore the call from my mom, and try to get him to go to sleep again. Four o'clock rolls around, the baby is wide awake and I'm still not in the shower.
My mom calls again....you know how your mom has the power to make you cry just by calling you? Not in a bad way, but you just pick up the phone ready to tell her what's going on, and it just makes you cry, simply because it's your mom on the other end? Maybe it's just me. Anyway, I went into full-on break-down mode. Curled in a ball screaming inaudible things to my mother while she's trying to calm me down and tell me she's on her way over to watch the baby so I can shower. I hang up the phone and curl into fetal position and proceed to cry out all the bad things that have happened to me in the past month.
It's never funny when someone is crying. But it's always funny when you're a baby. So this baby is cracking up while I am bawling my face off. I am counting down the minutes until my mother comes to my rescue. Every thing's fine, I'm able to shower and get ready. Well, I'm racing to get to my new job on time, and I do....it was a miracle. The rest of the night was shaky and difficult, but I powered through it until I realized I forgot to put money in my parking meter. Luckily, after the longest walk to my car of my life, I saw no parking ticket! God had my back there! Whew!
I've read a quote somewhere that said: "What if you woke up tomorrow with all the things you thanked God for today?" That quote popped into my head and I chuckled to myself thinking, "well, I certainly wouldn't have a parking ticket!"
Anyway, my day wasn't as horrible as my facebook status might have turned it into, but it was more of a build-up of a few really bad days that I wasn't able to deal with.
Oh my gosh this was a long post! Thanks for reading this if you still are! :)
I know this was a risk because I don't have internet. So you're just going to have to deal with the rare posts!
I'll start with an update on some things going on.
I got another job (shocker, I know) as Head Chef at Camp Four Echoes. I am really, really nervous about the whole thing and throughout the interviews and discussions and everything, it didn't really hit me that I was going to be entirely responsible for the kitchen. People make it look easy! Ugh! Well anyway, that will bring some good things to blog about later this summer. I'll still be trying to keep up with my other 3 jobs (and school, too?) while I'm at camp. WISH ME LUCK!
On another note, I have this rash on my hands that has been really starting to bother me. First it was the dry skin and the cracks and the bleeding....now it's itchy like I can't even believe (so gross, right?)! It's keeping me up at night, and that's not good. I've considered going to the doctor for it, but what's the point? I have been to every specialist there is since I was 5, and nothing has helped. I just really want it to go away. People say it's eczema, but the creams, lotions and whatnot for that just make it worse. So I am really at a loss for what to do at this point. Oh well?
Hahaha, so I had a really good girls night last night, and I feel like they need a shout-out! We had such a great time stuffing our faces, gossiping, screaming, playing Draw Something, and dancing! :) So there's my shout-out for that!
Oh, and I guess you might be wondering what the heck happened to me on Monday with my dreary, dark-cloud of a facebook post! Well I'll tell you the whole story right here, right now!
I watch a 7 month old baby on Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and he is the GARFIELD of Monday hatred! A happy, dry, well-fed baby turned into a screaming Monday monster! He was FINE all morning and then he wouldn't stop crying (teething was ruled out by teething tablets). I'm a firm believer in crying it out (only if I'm absolutely sure there's nothing wrong with him), so he sat on my floor and cried for a while.
It's getting to be pretty late in the afternoon (about 3:00pm), so I decide to vacuum. I start the vacuum and the crying stops! So I vacuum and feed him again, because it's just about nap time. He ate, and then fell asleep while I was holding him. Usually, if I put him down while he's sleeping he'll stay asleep and sleep for an hour or so. Great, I had time to shower and get ready for my first day of work at Staff Pro. I put the baby down and his eyes pop open and he starts cracking up. Great. So I hold him until he falls asleep again. It's about 3:45 now, and I really should have been in the shower 15 minutes ago. I'm just about to put him down when my phone rings. Now the baby is wide awake and fussing. I ignore the call from my mom, and try to get him to go to sleep again. Four o'clock rolls around, the baby is wide awake and I'm still not in the shower.
My mom calls again....you know how your mom has the power to make you cry just by calling you? Not in a bad way, but you just pick up the phone ready to tell her what's going on, and it just makes you cry, simply because it's your mom on the other end? Maybe it's just me. Anyway, I went into full-on break-down mode. Curled in a ball screaming inaudible things to my mother while she's trying to calm me down and tell me she's on her way over to watch the baby so I can shower. I hang up the phone and curl into fetal position and proceed to cry out all the bad things that have happened to me in the past month.
It's never funny when someone is crying. But it's always funny when you're a baby. So this baby is cracking up while I am bawling my face off. I am counting down the minutes until my mother comes to my rescue. Every thing's fine, I'm able to shower and get ready. Well, I'm racing to get to my new job on time, and I do....it was a miracle. The rest of the night was shaky and difficult, but I powered through it until I realized I forgot to put money in my parking meter. Luckily, after the longest walk to my car of my life, I saw no parking ticket! God had my back there! Whew!
I've read a quote somewhere that said: "What if you woke up tomorrow with all the things you thanked God for today?" That quote popped into my head and I chuckled to myself thinking, "well, I certainly wouldn't have a parking ticket!"
Anyway, my day wasn't as horrible as my facebook status might have turned it into, but it was more of a build-up of a few really bad days that I wasn't able to deal with.
Oh my gosh this was a long post! Thanks for reading this if you still are! :)
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
I can never just get coffee...
Let me set the scene for you:
I'm going to my favorite coffee shop, just like every day. When you pull up to this particular stand, you're facing a house, because across the street is a residential neighborhood. So, I order my coffee. As I'm waiting, I'm staring at a VERY life-like chicken statue. Suddenly, I blink and the chicken is pecking the lawn, clucking around. A STRAY CHICKEN, JUST CLUCKING AROUND.
Holy moly, I about died laughing.
I know, this was a very short post. I just like to share the little things that make me laugh.
I'm going to my favorite coffee shop, just like every day. When you pull up to this particular stand, you're facing a house, because across the street is a residential neighborhood. So, I order my coffee. As I'm waiting, I'm staring at a VERY life-like chicken statue. Suddenly, I blink and the chicken is pecking the lawn, clucking around. A STRAY CHICKEN, JUST CLUCKING AROUND.
Holy moly, I about died laughing.
I know, this was a very short post. I just like to share the little things that make me laugh.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Well, this is embarrassing.
I don't even like to think about how long it has been since I've posted a blog.
There's a few things to update you on. First of all, I signed up for school. Hip, hip, hooray.
I also turned 19....who knew I'd make it this long before losing ALL my marbles (Molly Shanks put your arm down!).
Lastly, I got a 3rd job. Holy moly. Three jobs and school...who wants to take bets on how long I last?
Anyway, that's all the excitement that's going on. I don't really know what else to talk about. Oh, wait! Yes I do.
Today has become somewhat of a "bitch it out" day.
I had to work at 2:45 pm today, which is wonderful compared to my normal hour of 8:30 am. The 2 year old I watch is sleeping soundly during her afternoon nap. The oldest of the siblings is supposed to come home at 3:00, and he does. Banging on the door and ringing the doorbell in a very obnoxious manner. The 2 year old has been scared awake and is now crying hard enough to make herself throw up. She throws up and continues screaming for her mother and I am seeing RED.
Where has all the consideration for others gone? Have kids literally been handed EVERYTHING? I mean really, what makes you think that it's okay to ring the doorbell like crazy and then bust through the door and just be so rude? I was so upset. I just don't even want to talk about this anymore because I'm still getting upset.
I hope everyone else has a better day :)
There's a few things to update you on. First of all, I signed up for school. Hip, hip, hooray.
I also turned 19....who knew I'd make it this long before losing ALL my marbles (Molly Shanks put your arm down!).
Lastly, I got a 3rd job. Holy moly. Three jobs and school...who wants to take bets on how long I last?
Anyway, that's all the excitement that's going on. I don't really know what else to talk about. Oh, wait! Yes I do.
Today has become somewhat of a "bitch it out" day.
I had to work at 2:45 pm today, which is wonderful compared to my normal hour of 8:30 am. The 2 year old I watch is sleeping soundly during her afternoon nap. The oldest of the siblings is supposed to come home at 3:00, and he does. Banging on the door and ringing the doorbell in a very obnoxious manner. The 2 year old has been scared awake and is now crying hard enough to make herself throw up. She throws up and continues screaming for her mother and I am seeing RED.
Where has all the consideration for others gone? Have kids literally been handed EVERYTHING? I mean really, what makes you think that it's okay to ring the doorbell like crazy and then bust through the door and just be so rude? I was so upset. I just don't even want to talk about this anymore because I'm still getting upset.
I hope everyone else has a better day :)
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Cup o' Feelings
One of the challenges of no internet at home...rare blogs.
This weekend, I embarked on a journey to Camp Four Echoes to be head chef for a small event hosted in the new, heated lodge! It was fun, no stress, can't complain. It made me miss camp something fierce. Like I've said before, I love camp. So I've been trying to work things out so I can come out this summer and be head chef all summer long. I don't quite know how this will work out, but I'm going to try and make it work. Cross your fingers everyone!
On another note, it was my grandma's 89th birthday yesterday. For a woman who swore she wasn't going to live past 80, and then 85...She's still got so much spunk in her! I recently found out that she was born with a still heart, and she had one of the first medical injections (I could be wrong about this) on the west coast to start her heart again. Her grandchildren have determined this to be the source of the spunk. Happy birthday Grandma, I love you :)
I'm also trying to get going in school, and things aren't looking up...I don't really see the point in going to school for one semester, having the summer off...and then going back to school. I think I'm going to check into what my options are for going to Eastern in the fall. My family might not be very thrilled that I just took a year off of school, but here I am to say that it's none of their goddamned business. I'm the baby of the family, and everyone else has since graduated from college, but not me. I'm not even going.
All I want to do is cry when I think about this... I want to cry because of the judgement, the pressure...everything.
"You're so bright, I hate to see you waste that"
Family, I love you, but I will go to school when I'm good and ready.
This weekend, I embarked on a journey to Camp Four Echoes to be head chef for a small event hosted in the new, heated lodge! It was fun, no stress, can't complain. It made me miss camp something fierce. Like I've said before, I love camp. So I've been trying to work things out so I can come out this summer and be head chef all summer long. I don't quite know how this will work out, but I'm going to try and make it work. Cross your fingers everyone!
On another note, it was my grandma's 89th birthday yesterday. For a woman who swore she wasn't going to live past 80, and then 85...She's still got so much spunk in her! I recently found out that she was born with a still heart, and she had one of the first medical injections (I could be wrong about this) on the west coast to start her heart again. Her grandchildren have determined this to be the source of the spunk. Happy birthday Grandma, I love you :)
I'm also trying to get going in school, and things aren't looking up...I don't really see the point in going to school for one semester, having the summer off...and then going back to school. I think I'm going to check into what my options are for going to Eastern in the fall. My family might not be very thrilled that I just took a year off of school, but here I am to say that it's none of their goddamned business. I'm the baby of the family, and everyone else has since graduated from college, but not me. I'm not even going.
All I want to do is cry when I think about this... I want to cry because of the judgement, the pressure...everything.
"You're so bright, I hate to see you waste that"
Family, I love you, but I will go to school when I'm good and ready.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
With or without teeth?
Long story short, I love my friends. This took me so long to make on the etch-a-sketch, it's not even funny. Anyway, my weekend was epic enough to make -insert preferred epic thing here- jealous. It started with my reunion with Molly. She's seriously my sister I don't know how the world went about without us knowing each other before now. I gave her the birthday present I made her, which had been named the best freaking present ever.
Then, we went to the Chiefs game. That was pretty awesome. There were some decent fights, and we won 5-2. The best part is, I could be myself around my friends. Camp people are the people that you can do whatever with--and they don't care! I appreciate the confidence it gives me, because they love me for who I am and the rest they can make fun of ;)
How did I go from hockey to sappy camp love? MOVING ON!
--Oh wait, no. I need to talk about camp people more. We stayed up until 4 a.m. talking and laughing at Persephone's house. Worst idea looking back at it today, but it was worth it :) After that, Sunny and I got home and talked until 6:32 a.m. So now I'm here, in Starbucks-I've already sucked down coffee #1, and I'm about to invest in coffee #2. This should be an interesting day. But it was worth it to have the fun yesterday. By the way, if you're reading this out of boredom, check this out. Hyperbole and a Half
Friday, January 6, 2012
The scent of memories.
Yesterday, I was thinking all day of things to write about. I thought about writing about my job, and how I taught one of my kiddos to play Jenga--he's actually really good!
All things deemed writable, yet uninteresting. So, here goes nothing!
There are certain things that make me think of different times in my life. The most prominent ones are certain scents from Bath and Body Works. If I wore that spray all of winter, I'll put it on again and think of that specific winter. Sometimes I'll smell something really odd, and it reminds me of the cafeteria in which I spent most of my elementary and middle school life. When I smell tuna, I think of the Spokane County Juvenile Detention center (when I was little, I went on a tour during summer camp and they were having tuna that day). I walked into a florist shop the other day, and I immediately thought of all my summers as a camper and a kitchen aid at Camp Four Echoes. I couldn't figure out why a florist shop reminded me of Camp Four Echoes. Then it dawned on me that the florist shop smelled like the old lodge! Yesterday I got in my car and I was carrying a Papa Murphy's pizza, and something wafted towards me...suddenly, I was in my sophomore year of high school again. It was the strangest thing.
Does anyone else have this problem? I mean, it's not really a problem...but you know what I mean?
I suppose that's it for today.
Thanks for reading.
All things deemed writable, yet uninteresting. So, here goes nothing!
There are certain things that make me think of different times in my life. The most prominent ones are certain scents from Bath and Body Works. If I wore that spray all of winter, I'll put it on again and think of that specific winter. Sometimes I'll smell something really odd, and it reminds me of the cafeteria in which I spent most of my elementary and middle school life. When I smell tuna, I think of the Spokane County Juvenile Detention center (when I was little, I went on a tour during summer camp and they were having tuna that day). I walked into a florist shop the other day, and I immediately thought of all my summers as a camper and a kitchen aid at Camp Four Echoes. I couldn't figure out why a florist shop reminded me of Camp Four Echoes. Then it dawned on me that the florist shop smelled like the old lodge! Yesterday I got in my car and I was carrying a Papa Murphy's pizza, and something wafted towards me...suddenly, I was in my sophomore year of high school again. It was the strangest thing.
Does anyone else have this problem? I mean, it's not really a problem...but you know what I mean?
I suppose that's it for today.
Thanks for reading.
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