Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Things That Make Me Smile : )

One of my teenage girl piano students gave me a piece of scratch paper she got signed by Jon Schmidt specifically for me.

Another piano student, who is incredibly rude and mean to me, felt the need to sing a hymn for me as I played a sample of it. His 'singing' was so 'wonderful' that I chose to play the entire hymn, just to hear the screeches and giggle inwardly. I'm a very kind teacher, I know.

It's so nice and sunny and warm outside!

I get to see my girlies in a few days!

Payday is tomorrow.

I finished my Dominican Republic scrapbook (thus far).

I had a bag of Cheerios for breakfast.

This clip:



There's a rat in my pantry. Plastic, but still.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

They're Coming!

Yeah! My parents and sibs will be here in Utah in less than 2 weeks!!!

A lot of people my age (especially guys), when they find out my fam lives in another country, will say something like, "Isn't that hard? Don't you miss them?"

Duh. I didn't have some traumatic childhood and have a psychotic family, so yeah, I miss my family. I usually just respond with "I try not to think about it."

Which is true. I realized this morning that I hadn't seen any of my sisters in 6 months. Kami and Kayli are still changing a lot, and Kami has grown a ton in between all of my visits - Kayli too. I think Kayli is even taller than me now!

Anyway, it never has seemed like it's really been that long since I've seen my family, until I start thinking about it. It's never been a problem with missing them, until I think about it. As long as I shut my emotions off, I don't have to think about missing them or how I'm by my lonesome here in Utah. I know, I sound really depressing right now, but I've been realizing that I've really just shut my emotions off the last year and a half.

When my dad called last night, and started out a conversation with "Well, Mom's alive," I almost had a mini freak-out. (Hint: Never call someone and start out with Well, so-and-so's alive unless there is a true and current emergency) He called me at work, and I was prepared to hear everything but the absolute worst(since he had said she was at least alive), thinking my mom had been in a car accident and was in the hospital and the vacation was going to be canceled for the year, or that she had some attack of sorts, since she's been sick lately, and was in some untrusted hospital being cared for by doctors that we don't completely trust.

It's things like that that make me really sad and miss my family. Things like remembering it's Mother's day, or missing Kayli's 12th birthday, missing Kaitlin graduate from high school, missing Thanksgiving, and this upcoming winter missing most of Christmas and New Year's. I miss being able to go home on a weekend, or whenever, to escape and have a break from Logan and school. I miss the nice couches at home, being able to relax and watch a TV show with my sisters on a Friday night while Mom and Dad go on a date.

I don't want attention from it like some might, even though this post might scream the opposite. I don't want to be told, "Kierstin, don't you miss your family?"

I guess this is really jumbled up and confusing, but I just wanted to say that I'm fine. I've learned through my life to be accepting of what life throws, to take it as it comes rather than complain about it (though I am an awesome complainer). But just because I'm fine doesn't mean that I don't get lonely out here, or miss my family, or have my nights of crying because I miss them so much and don't know what to do. I'm just trying to figure out life from here on out.

Love you all!

P.S. My mom's fine - she was caught up in the middle of a riot yesterday, in her car, where police and people in the streets were fighting and shooting and lots of other fun stuff, and she couldn't get away from it.

Monday, June 14, 2010

What Am I Doing?

I dunno.

So I guess this is officially my first summer as a 'real' adult. Meaning I can't go galloping off to Oregon to have fun, or to Orlando to play at Disney World with my family, meaning I can't go on vacation much anymore.

I work at Walmart, which is open 24/7, which means I don't get to work the coveted M-F 9-5 shifts. I work whenever they tell me to, which, unfortunately, isn't very often. But even as often as it isn't, I can't get enough time off to go have fun somewhere. Plus, I don't get very many hours as it is, so I don't want to take any more time off than I absolutely have to, so that I can try to earn enough money for rent for the next school year.

So, instead of running off to foreign countries and the like, I am trying to organize (rather unsuccessfully) stuff around here. Such as scrapbooking. I haven't really scrapbooked anything for 5 years, and after getting my nice new camera for graduation, I've taken a TON of pictures. So, the goal for this summer is to get as up to date on pictures documented as possible.

Don't be surprised if you pop up in my scrapbook this summer!

Friday, June 11, 2010

Pray For You

My new favorite video/song:  I think this will really help me.  When you feel upset or angry with someone, just take a listen to this song, "Pray for You", by Jaron.



Great message.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Photographer Apprentice

A couple weekends ago I went to Nampa for the week, and helped paint some stuff.  I made a friend there, my little cousin Mia, and decided to apprentice her in the art of photographing.  Here are some pictures she took:



While these ones are kinda funny, the other ones aren't half bad:
(I'm feeling Michael Jackson in this pose, I think)
And here's the little photographer herself:

In fact, the picture I have as my header right now, of the Ford, was taken by Mia!


And here's some other pics from that week:

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

I Am Employed

I am a cashier at your local WalMart. 

I scan those items like a crazy lady. 

I clean up spills, I joke with immature supervisors, and I bag groceries. 

I deal with potted flowers and gardening supplies, cleaning up dirt everywhere. 

I handle bloody meat from the deli, warn children to keep their hands off the baggage carousel, and attempt Spanish for those Spanish-speaking customers, only to get a dirty look and have them respond in English.

I deal with crazies who flat out lie and try to tell you to take off 50% of their order and waste a half hour of your time, taking you around the store, telling you you're trying to gyp him and lie to him and scan extra secret items onto his receipt.

I come home and crash on the couch, anxious for the next shift to come.

I make dreams come true, people.