Theres so much going on right now that I couldn't even pick a topic to blog about. So I guess I'll give a general overview and get back to the mad rush.
We've gotten rid of 2 servers, 3 bussers and 1 kitchen hand. This means Im working doubles my whole life and giving new hire orientations bright and early when possible. It also means I have a whole load of paper work to print and staple, files to organize, steak certification classes to prepare, and still need to update the ready set go board. In the mist of that, I'm trying to enjoy work, stay in touch with peoples lives and keep coworkers from fearing that they're going to lose their jobs. Also, June seems to be when all the grumpy people emerge. Which is odd because you would think the sunshine would make people happy.
On Thursday Matt got a call saying his Grandpa wasn't doing too well and he should come to Fruitland if at all possible. I was working and didn't want him waiting on me. By 12:30 him and topper made it home with heavy shoulders and puffy eyes. Seeing Matt so upset is one of the hardest things I've ever laid eyes on. I was trying to be the best support system I could manage. We made plans to go back down Friday, I was suppose to be off work by 8 at the latest.
So Friday I'm working a double and dont have my phone on me because all the big wigs are in testing our managers and there's no way either one of us can afford to lose the other so I'm not going to take any chances. I got off around 8:15 and ran to the back room so I could call matt and let him know I was on my way. I had 7 texts that weren't twitters. Most were Matt. His grandpa had passed away around 4:30. He was waiting for me to get home. He had left. He wanted me to meet him in Fruitland. Lin had texted me. The apartment above us had caught fire. Kari texted me. The tranny in her fiances car went out so they have to find somewhere else to cut the wedding budget and our friend crystal just found out she's prego.
let me insert here that life is very ironic. a death and a new life in the same day.
I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off. We've made multiple ftown trips and its hard every time. Seeing the person I love and the family I've come to love in so much pain is not easy. Poor Matt has lost two grandparents this year. I've only ever lost one, and she was my Great Grandma. The Canas' are amazing people and I admire them for the strength they show through these hard times.
Luckily, the fire from upstairs only effected the one apartment. I was worried because the text simply stated that our building was on fire and the fire department was there. Needless to say, I signed up for renters insurance.
Kari has no idea what she's going to do. She's had to redo the budget multiple times already and in the last month they've had to get new tires, alter the cake plans and her grandma who was suppose to be cooking for the big day decided to move back to the Philippines. without telling her. As Maid of Honor, its my duty to figure out what in the world we're going to do now.
As for Crystal, I'm excited she's having a baby but I wish she would have been more careful because she's not ready for that yet.
I'm ready for Wednesday. The start of my weekend. Matt and I are headed out for a backpacking two day trip and we both need the get away. I hope ya'll are doing well. Back to the grind.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Kari's here!!
Hidden in the damp cracks of Washington are very grey, very shabby, very odd towns that you should never live in. I'm speaking from experience here, so take my advice. Granite Falls is the most perfect example I can think of. Its like, meth capital of the world. Living there was scary, cold and depressing. People get into drugs, get pregnant, and never leave. We left summer after my Freshman year of high school and the only good thing that came out of it was one of my most precious friends, Miss Karilyn Gibbs.
So we've been friends since like, seventh grade and are constantly traveling between the two states to visit each other and keep each other included in the most important events in our lives. We went to each others senior proms, graduations, vacations, Christmas with each others families, and just little trips for fun. This week, she's been here because she's getting married August 9th and then moving to Boise. Mostly, its so we can be closer to each other, and we lucked out and the fiance loves it down here
This week we've been going into any and all places of business to pick up job applications, stopping at every place that has a 'now leasing' sign to find apartments and planning a wedding. Its been an amazing visit and I'm not ready for her to go home on Saturday morning. Until then, we're taking her hiking tomorrow, shopping tonight and out to eat as often as we can.
I know that I'm very lucky to have her in my life. I remember my parents telling me that you're a wealthy person if you have 3 truly real friends in your life. If it turns out that she's my only one ever, I will be the happiest person on the planet.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I wear the pants around here.
Matt and I have a problem making up our minds when it comes to anything at all. Example A:
Him: "What should we do for dinner?"
Me: "I don't care, what ever you want"
Him: "but I don't know what I want!"
Me: "well make up your mind!"
Him: "How about spaghetti?"
Me: "Thats fine. Or we could do tacos."
Him: "yeah that sounds good. Or Chili Mac."
**twenty minutes of THAT goes by**
Both: "we're getting subway."
This happens for everything. Mostly dinner, but everything else too ranging from what we want to do on the weekend to what we need to buy first, a pistol or a new bed. However, when one of us finally does make up our mind you know its going to happen, no doubts.
On Wednesday I decided we were going to go camping. I woke up with the strongest urge and I immediately rolled over and shook Matt. He grunted for a while and hid under the blankets, so I jumped on him for a bit until he begrudgingly, and with a glare of evil in the purest sense, sat up in bed, his dark hair pointed every which way and his eyes open only a quarter of the way. This wasn't the first time I've woken him up like this. It happens when I get an itch to do something important.
So here I am, all grins and sunshine with 932937 forms of energy radiating through me (which he knew to recognize as a bad thing) and a half dead boy in my bed.
Him: "What. Do. You. Want?!"
Me: "Good morning sunshine! get up! we're going camping!!"
At this point, he tries to push me off the bed and rolls back over. jerk.
Through fits of laughter, I explain to him my brilliant plan full of camp fires and hiking and card games. We bantered playfully back and forth about the plan. He said it was a silly plan full of holes. So I didn't know where we would go. So he worked in the morning and I had orientation. So we didn't have any camping gear. blah blah blah. "Pish posh! who cares? lets camp!!" More glares. So I resorted to politely telling him that I'm the boss around here and if I say we're going camping, then we're going camping. Matt then successfully pushed me off the bed.
After I climb back into the pit (our beds pretty broken. its old and needs to be retired) it starts raining. Raining on all my hopes and dreams of camping.
Me: "well if we're not going to go camping, what are we going to do?" I ask with the biggest pout I can muster.
Him: "lets have an inside day."
Me: "okay. should we play a game?"
Him: "we could. Or we could do the laundry."
Me: *shocked silence. He can't be serious.*
**a few silent seconds...**
Both: "Barnes and Noble!"
The good thing is, we will be going camping soon! Kinda. We decided we really want to try backpacking and I'm super stoked. We've been going to camel back and practicing timing our hiking with Topper and when we get our gear together we're going to do trial runs up in the foot hills. We're taking a vacation in July to the redwoods and hopefully we'll be able to find a few good day trails to explore! Knowing us, we'll figure it out eventually.
Him: "What should we do for dinner?"
Me: "I don't care, what ever you want"
Him: "but I don't know what I want!"
Me: "well make up your mind!"
Him: "How about spaghetti?"
Me: "Thats fine. Or we could do tacos."
Him: "yeah that sounds good. Or Chili Mac."
**twenty minutes of THAT goes by**
Both: "we're getting subway."
This happens for everything. Mostly dinner, but everything else too ranging from what we want to do on the weekend to what we need to buy first, a pistol or a new bed. However, when one of us finally does make up our mind you know its going to happen, no doubts.
On Wednesday I decided we were going to go camping. I woke up with the strongest urge and I immediately rolled over and shook Matt. He grunted for a while and hid under the blankets, so I jumped on him for a bit until he begrudgingly, and with a glare of evil in the purest sense, sat up in bed, his dark hair pointed every which way and his eyes open only a quarter of the way. This wasn't the first time I've woken him up like this. It happens when I get an itch to do something important.
So here I am, all grins and sunshine with 932937 forms of energy radiating through me (which he knew to recognize as a bad thing) and a half dead boy in my bed.
Him: "What. Do. You. Want?!"
Me: "Good morning sunshine! get up! we're going camping!!"
At this point, he tries to push me off the bed and rolls back over. jerk.
Through fits of laughter, I explain to him my brilliant plan full of camp fires and hiking and card games. We bantered playfully back and forth about the plan. He said it was a silly plan full of holes. So I didn't know where we would go. So he worked in the morning and I had orientation. So we didn't have any camping gear. blah blah blah. "Pish posh! who cares? lets camp!!" More glares. So I resorted to politely telling him that I'm the boss around here and if I say we're going camping, then we're going camping. Matt then successfully pushed me off the bed.
After I climb back into the pit (our beds pretty broken. its old and needs to be retired) it starts raining. Raining on all my hopes and dreams of camping.
Me: "well if we're not going to go camping, what are we going to do?" I ask with the biggest pout I can muster.
Him: "lets have an inside day."
Me: "okay. should we play a game?"
Him: "we could. Or we could do the laundry."
Me: *shocked silence. He can't be serious.*
**a few silent seconds...**
Both: "Barnes and Noble!"
The good thing is, we will be going camping soon! Kinda. We decided we really want to try backpacking and I'm super stoked. We've been going to camel back and practicing timing our hiking with Topper and when we get our gear together we're going to do trial runs up in the foot hills. We're taking a vacation in July to the redwoods and hopefully we'll be able to find a few good day trails to explore! Knowing us, we'll figure it out eventually.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Dearest Trista (:
Hi guys! Trista pointed out that there are quite a few holes in my story regarding our 102 family. Let me share a little more (:
KD stands for Kappa Delta. After I graduated from Fruitland I left that silly ol place for Moscow and attended University of Idaho. I went for a few reasons. One, most people in my class were going to BYU or BSU. Not that I didn't love high school, but I was really trying to become my own person and start new. U of I was close to Washington, I had a best friend up there, and I had stayed in a few of the sorority houses and decided that I would love to pledge. So I did! I fell in love with the family feeling I got at Kappa Delta and they were my firs
t choice. Luckily, they liked me too and I became a Nu class member. Unfortunately, I had some financial aid problems and decided to jet before I dug myself into a huge debt that I was sure to drown in. With no idea how to pay for school, I moved to Boise. The craziness occurring to your right is a few of my sisters and I after initiation.
Oh job. When I was 16 I got my first job in Ontario, OR which is only like a 5 minute drive from Fruitland. I got on at Wendys and worked there until it was time to go to college. Up at U of I was no way going to work fast food. I was hoping to be done with that, its not very fun. So I had a student work study while I was there but when I moved back I needed a job ASAP. Ano
ther reason why the 102 worked out so well was because there is a Wendys right down the street. Having no car, it was perfect. I use that term loosely. It was in walking distance and my managers from Ontario raved about me so I got a walk on spot. I worked for Wendys up until November of last year. I was working there and at Sizzler and really wanted to quit, but I was very attached to my team mates and I have a problem leaving people haha. To the left is Phillip, or Flop, as I so kindly nicknamed him.
Okay so back to the apartment. Its not that large. Its two bedroom and one bath, with two separate entries. But Matt and I have always shared a room, and Kirsten always shared with whomever was joining us haha. Kirsten and Jessica shared, then Kirsten and Bri. The strangers weren't too bad, Kirsten kinda knew them from band and they were only here for a short while. It was almost like it never happened because everyones schedules were so different that we were hardly ever all home. Lindsay and I have been friends since the end of my sophomore year and (an odd tid bit) she dated matt for like 8 months at that time haha. Our group of friends is a whole nother story. Remember that best friend I said I had in Moscow yeah well thats my ex-boyfriend whom I dated for almost 3 years, and him and Matt are best friends. I know it sounds insanely absurd, but we all are amazing friends and get along swimmingly.
Sorry to stray! okay so anyhow, very close friends this Lindsay and I. Groceries is kinda silly. we do our own shopping and buy different things (my diet is very different from hers) but we know we can use each others things and what not. Topper is mine and Matts baby, but Lin and Todd let him out to play and watch over him and love him just as much as we do. They're alowed to do whatever they want with him (except give him people food and let him out without his leash!) because I know they would never let anything happen to him. I do still live here! I am never driving my car to school and understand the jealousy haha.
Im crazy envious of Kirsten too. Shes been to Holland, Duchland, London and a few other places while shes been gone and it looks like she's having the time of her life. I'm very happy for her and glad she got to do it, she deserves it for sure.
Okay so now for the one I've been avoiding. I hope I didn't sound conceited when I said we were refered to as the cute couple, I didn't even think about that!
I think he's absolutely adorable. He looks 12, but he's 21 and the most amazing person I know.
I hope that answers some of your questions love!
KD stands for Kappa Delta. After I graduated from Fruitland I left that silly ol place for Moscow and attended University of Idaho. I went for a few reasons. One, most people in my class were going to BYU or BSU. Not that I didn't love high school, but I was really trying to become my own person and start new. U of I was close to Washington, I had a best friend up there, and I had stayed in a few of the sorority houses and decided that I would love to pledge. So I did! I fell in love with the family feeling I got at Kappa Delta and they were my firs
t choice. Luckily, they liked me too and I became a Nu class member. Unfortunately, I had some financial aid problems and decided to jet before I dug myself into a huge debt that I was sure to drown in. With no idea how to pay for school, I moved to Boise. The craziness occurring to your right is a few of my sisters and I after initiation.
Oh job. When I was 16 I got my first job in Ontario, OR which is only like a 5 minute drive from Fruitland. I got on at Wendys and worked there until it was time to go to college. Up at U of I was no way going to work fast food. I was hoping to be done with that, its not very fun. So I had a student work study while I was there but when I moved back I needed a job ASAP. Ano
ther reason why the 102 worked out so well was because there is a Wendys right down the street. Having no car, it was perfect. I use that term loosely. It was in walking distance and my managers from Ontario raved about me so I got a walk on spot. I worked for Wendys up until November of last year. I was working there and at Sizzler and really wanted to quit, but I was very attached to my team mates and I have a problem leaving people haha. To the left is Phillip, or Flop, as I so kindly nicknamed him.
Okay so back to the apartment. Its not that large. Its two bedroom and one bath, with two separate entries. But Matt and I have always shared a room, and Kirsten always shared with whomever was joining us haha. Kirsten and Jessica shared, then Kirsten and Bri. The strangers weren't too bad, Kirsten kinda knew them from band and they were only here for a short while. It was almost like it never happened because everyones schedules were so different that we were hardly ever all home. Lindsay and I have been friends since the end of my sophomore year and (an odd tid bit) she dated matt for like 8 months at that time haha. Our group of friends is a whole nother story. Remember that best friend I said I had in Moscow yeah well thats my ex-boyfriend whom I dated for almost 3 years, and him and Matt are best friends. I know it sounds insanely absurd, but we all are amazing friends and get along swimmingly.
Sorry to stray! okay so anyhow, very close friends this Lindsay and I. Groceries is kinda silly. we do our own shopping and buy different things (my diet is very different from hers) but we know we can use each others things and what not. Topper is mine and Matts baby, but Lin and Todd let him out to play and watch over him and love him just as much as we do. They're alowed to do whatever they want with him (except give him people food and let him out without his leash!) because I know they would never let anything happen to him. I do still live here! I am never driving my car to school and understand the jealousy haha.
Im crazy envious of Kirsten too. Shes been to Holland, Duchland, London and a few other places while shes been gone and it looks like she's having the time of her life. I'm very happy for her and glad she got to do it, she deserves it for sure.
Okay so now for the one I've been avoiding. I hope I didn't sound conceited when I said we were refered to as the cute couple, I didn't even think about that!
I think he's absolutely adorable. He looks 12, but he's 21 and the most amazing person I know.
I hope that answers some of your questions love!
Friday, June 4, 2010
tomorrow might be good for somethin'
When I was 12 my best friend's dad committed suicide. My friend, her sister and her mom were all home when he shot himself. Police found a note, which was actually a 'plan' and everyday I'm thankful that I still have those friends and that he changed his plan from a murder suicide to only ending it for himself.
Since then, I've seen how it effects people. By ending his life he tore his family apart. Nothing was fixed and the problems he was trying to run away from became bigger and worse than he could have possibly imagined. For weeks now, it seems like a handful of the people I know are going through hard times. It scares me to know what they're thinking. Its scarier to know they're not telling us all the details.
To them, and to everyone, you're special. Things will get better.
Keep in mind that today isn't going to be perfect. Tomorrow won't be either. You're going to get your heart broken and you're going to have disappointments in your life. Its going to happen, and it happens to us all. As you start the long path of discovering who you are you may be uncertain. Your life might take a complete 180, your friends might change, your plans might change and you might never know what you're going to be when you grow up. You're going to find that you're a hypocrite and a liar sometimes. There will be days when you don't want to get out of bed and days you think you hate your loved ones. You may not live in a mansion, or own a yacht or ever make more than $50,000 a year. But…
I hope you wake every morning and know that you are enough. Everything you are, all the energy you have, is enough to get you through whatever you have to go through today. So dream a little more today, laugh one more time and smile at a stranger. Don't take life too seriously, but know that time won't wait for you. Stay busy and stay proud. You're young, beautiful, and healthy. Know what you are capable of and don't jeopardize your relationships, future or education. Aim for perfection but embrace every flaw you come across. Don't break your mother's heart—no one is capable of loving you like she does. Know that nothing is worse than apathy. Replace jealousy with admiration and adoration. Be happy for others' good fortunes, yours are sure to fallow. Know that you are the creator of your life and everything you have today you deserve. Any and all the dreams you are willing to work for will come true. Never be afraid to want more. Put 100% into your work and do things right or not at all.
Just as importantly, love yourself, dote over yourself, treat yourself, laugh at yourself, and respect and care for yourself. You've got one life to live and less than 100 years to do it… don't waste that time waiting--waiting for a calling, or for romance, or for opportunity... Don't dessert yourself or give yourself to ANYTHING that will inhibit growth. Live for the imperfect--The heartache and disappointment and pain. Live for the good--The Laughter and work and adventure—but do it right and do it well, for you are worth the best.
Since then, I've seen how it effects people. By ending his life he tore his family apart. Nothing was fixed and the problems he was trying to run away from became bigger and worse than he could have possibly imagined. For weeks now, it seems like a handful of the people I know are going through hard times. It scares me to know what they're thinking. Its scarier to know they're not telling us all the details.
To them, and to everyone, you're special. Things will get better.
Keep in mind that today isn't going to be perfect. Tomorrow won't be either. You're going to get your heart broken and you're going to have disappointments in your life. Its going to happen, and it happens to us all. As you start the long path of discovering who you are you may be uncertain. Your life might take a complete 180, your friends might change, your plans might change and you might never know what you're going to be when you grow up. You're going to find that you're a hypocrite and a liar sometimes. There will be days when you don't want to get out of bed and days you think you hate your loved ones. You may not live in a mansion, or own a yacht or ever make more than $50,000 a year. But…
I hope you wake every morning and know that you are enough. Everything you are, all the energy you have, is enough to get you through whatever you have to go through today. So dream a little more today, laugh one more time and smile at a stranger. Don't take life too seriously, but know that time won't wait for you. Stay busy and stay proud. You're young, beautiful, and healthy. Know what you are capable of and don't jeopardize your relationships, future or education. Aim for perfection but embrace every flaw you come across. Don't break your mother's heart—no one is capable of loving you like she does. Know that nothing is worse than apathy. Replace jealousy with admiration and adoration. Be happy for others' good fortunes, yours are sure to fallow. Know that you are the creator of your life and everything you have today you deserve. Any and all the dreams you are willing to work for will come true. Never be afraid to want more. Put 100% into your work and do things right or not at all.
Just as importantly, love yourself, dote over yourself, treat yourself, laugh at yourself, and respect and care for yourself. You've got one life to live and less than 100 years to do it… don't waste that time waiting--waiting for a calling, or for romance, or for opportunity... Don't dessert yourself or give yourself to ANYTHING that will inhibit growth. Live for the imperfect--The heartache and disappointment and pain. Live for the good--The Laughter and work and adventure—but do it right and do it well, for you are worth the best.
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