Mornings

When my boss asked me to open for her when she was gone on vacation, I thought to myself. Sure, that's easy enough. I am here to tell you that it's not.

The first day that I opened, I couldn't sleep. I was too stressed about not waking up on time and not being able to open the building and then having my boss hate me and causing the whole facility to crumble. Obviously it's not as drastic as I make it sound, but that's what was going through my head.

The next day was a little better. I set my alarm to "Fog Horn" and I was pretty confident that I would wake up, and I did. It was great. By 4:00, however, I was pretty much done for the day. It had already been close to 12 hours since waking up and I was tired. Not the end of the world tired, but just uncomfortably tired.

Now that it is the 4th day that I have opened since she's been gone (mind you there was Thanksgiving break during this, so it wasn't in a row, but nonetheless tiring) I am so happy she will be back tomorrow. I am pretty sure if I had to open every day that I would end up killing someone!

When I woke up, I was angry at my alarm clock. Then I was angry at Dustin, who I shouldn't be angry at just because he gets to sleep. Then I was angry at the fact that I was trying to be quiet because he was sleeping. Then it was because I was cold. Then, on the way to work I realized how hungry I was. I didn't eat dinner last night, so after the rush of getting ready at 4:45 AM, and sitting still, it all of a sudden hit me. I needed food. And guess what? That made me angry! Who get's that upset when they are hungry? I mean, I know people that get grumpy when they are hungry, but literally angry? At themselves? I thought that was pushing it.

I am just not a morning person.

End of Story.

"Working for a Living"

Have you heard the song, "Working for a Living" by Huey Lewis and the News? I was just thinking about Dustin and I, our life together, and how we always HAVE to work and this song came to mind. All we do is work! We don't work for fun, we work because we are living paycheck to paycheck. This isn't anything new, obviously, but I was just thinking about this and I hadn't blogged in a while so I thought I would share my thoughts.

I know this might make me sound baby hungry, and you know what? That could very well be correct, but I honestly cannot wait until I can be at home with my kiddo(s). It will be so nice to be able to take a vacation when I want to without having to think, "Well, if I stop working, our whole world will crash down and we won't be able to eat or pay rent."

I'm sure it won't be that much different once we have kids and Dustin has a real job (not to demean his job as a research assistant, but you know what I mean, a job not in college). We'll have kids to pay for and I've heard they are expensive. At least that's what my parents have told me since before I can remember. Something about owing them a few hundred thousand dollars, but still. Dustin will most likely have vacation time that he can use when we want to go visit family.

Here's the song for your listening pleasure. :) (Sorry about his performance. I have decided he's not a very good live performer for some reason.)



Well, now, for the good news! We are looking at plane tickets! We are planning on coming out for TWO weeks. 2! I am so stinking excited! I get to make up for not being home for Christmas!

I didn't think that it would be this hard to be away from family, seeing as I've been living out here for, what? Four years now? Crazy! Anyway, I didn't think that it would be hard. I even remember thinking to myself when I saw my sister-in-law start crying one Christmas when her parents called, "Why's she crying? It's not that big of a deal." (Sorry Erin!!!) But now, I completely understand! It's not that you're not there, well, partly, but it's that it's what you DO! You're supposed to be home for Christmas. That's when everyone else is home too. And when you get married you expect your mind set to change (at least I did) to what was now my new life and new traditions of not being home for Christmas, but it just doesn't work that way.

We will be coming home for the 4th of July and I am so STINKING excited to see my whole crazy, goofy, loving family! And it will be a good chance for my siblings to get to know my husband. :) Only a few of them have gotten to know him a little bit. I had to introduce Dustin to one of my brother's as my husband! I didn't think that would've ever happened, but they met at the wedding reception. Oh well! Can't change it now. It was just a little weird. I think mainly because it was the first I called Dustin my husband. :)

Anyway, that's it for my ramblings. I am going to try and post every Sunday. Don't hold me to that. I have said things like this in the past and I never hold to it. Maybe since I've told the world (not that that many people read this) I'll stick to it this time. Have a fantastic week and maybe you'll hear from us again next Sunday.

Our Apartment and Other Tid-Bits

This is our apartment. It's almost completely furnished. The only things we're lacking now are: a kitchen table w/chairs, a chair for the desk, and a dresser. Those things would all be nice, but at the moment aren't NEEDS, only WANTS. (Thanks for teaching me the difference Dad.) So far, this is what it looks like.

The Bathroom


The "Living Room"- It's really just the entry way, but the actual living room area is sooooo hot.


The stairs are just to the left, but this is what is opposite the door. This is where the table would be at if we had one. :)


The stairway- it's not that interesting.


The top of the stairs with those, amazing if I may say so, pieces of art. (I made them...hehehe)


The widow and the big dark thing is actual a white fan, but the flash did something.


And the Bedroom- this is actually where the living room is supposed to be, but the real bedroom (the door to the left) is the hottest room in the house...so we decided to move things around a bit. It works though, since the real bedroom is also the coldest room in the house in the winter. So...it works! :)


And that's our apartment, besides the kitchen and the real bedroom, which we now call the storage room. I'll get pictures of the kitchen up soon...as soon as it's clean again. :) Homey though, huh?

As for further news, we start school soon. Dustin sooner than I. We're not excited. It's going to go from long days to longer days. Especially for the first few weeks for me...working 10 hour days is a lot! But I have a fun job with babies that make me laugh...so it's not too bad I suppose. Dustin and I together for books spent $140. Not too bad huh? My books have always cost me at least $400. I should've started taking online classes years ago (by years, I just mean three...that's as long as I've been in school). That's all that's happening in this newlywed couples lives.

Ducks

The daycare I work at is right in the industrial area where all the factories are. I think as a ploy to make it look nicer they put a pond there and what do ponds attract? Ducks. Geese. And therefore children who want to feed them. These ducks are ridiculously well trained. During my breaks I'll go out by the pond and read or sleep (depending on the kind of day it's been). Before I've even come to a full stop, they are already surrounding my car! It's crazy!

The ducks swarming (Yes...they did swarm)


I do feel a little bit bad though. I don't intentionally trick them, but it is kind of funny to see them get all excited and "Quack" and then waddle away, heads lowered, when I don't get out and feed them, and nothing comes out of my windows that they can snack on. (Is that cruel of me?) It makes me feel like Gru from Despicable Me when he makes the balloon animal for the little boy...



...And then pops it. Terrible I know.



No worries though! I don't do that to the kids at the daycare...that would just be mean!

My Day

Wake up, shower, class, class, class, run to work, eat real fast, library till midnight, sleep. Then I wake up and do it all over again. I hate finals. Enough said.

If you don't see me for a while...It's cause I've gone crazy

This will be me starting in September...

I have determined that I am crazy or at least I soon will be. I just registered for classes today. I am taking 17 credits. 7 classes total. One of which is online. As this wasn't enough, I am also working. I was also given the position of closer, so I'll be at work till 6:30 M-F everyday. I am not sure how I will get through the fall. Lots and lots of prayer I am thinking.

Funny Story of the Day

As you all know I work with children all day. Well, today I worked ALL DAY! I was in the baby room from 8:30 to 2:15 then in my normal classroom with my 3 year olds till 6.

Story #1: Tanner, one of my favorites, was tossing a kids baseball (one that is slightly padded) back and forth with one of the other kids. He missed it and it hit him in the nose. I ran over to see if he was okay because he was crying. I scooped him up in my arms, checked his nose to see if it was bleeding (it wasn't at that point) and then he put his head on my shoulder still screaming. All of a sudden he pops up, and in a completely normal tone, like nothing was goes, "I'm beeding." It was so funny. I love that kid. I didn't notice until I got home and had gone to get food that I had blood on my clothes. Good thing I don't wear nice stuff to work usually.

It was a fun day at work, but I was dead by the time I got home. I went to get into my car twenty minutes after I got home from work and I was so tired I just flopped in. I didn't duck my head enough though, and I smacked my eyebrow on the side of my car. I got my first black eye! Luckily it hasn't gone down underneath, but it still really hurts! This is what it looked like the next day.

Apartment to Myself...OH! And a Job!!!

First things first. Living alone is AMAZING! Don't tell my roommates I said that, but it's so true. It's nice to have everything exactly where you want it and to not have to worry about who's dirty dishes are sitting out. THEY ARE YOURS! HA!

This week is Spring Break. Yes, Spring Break and I'm spending it alone. My roommates are all gone. One is only an hour and a half away. One in Colorado. Two in Washington (one of which I've never met). And one in St. Louis! But yes. This is my first living alone. It's nice. I can just do whatever. Watch whatever. Walk around naked (If I so choose. I don't think I'm quite at that stage yet. It was just funny to say. HA!). Anyway...I wish BYU-Idaho would let people live by themselves. It would be FABULOUS!

Now, onto the reason I am alone during Spring Break. I HAVE A JOB! Yes...a JOB! J-O-B. Can you tell I'm excited? It's because I am. I have not had a job since my senior year of high school. I know...I'm such a mooch. I have amazing, AMAZING parents who have been supporting me while in school, but I need to not depend on them so much. I got a job during finals week of all times. I know what you're thinking. "Well that was dumb!" And it kinda was. Nothing to too bad. Just a little bit more stressful. Luckily I was very well prepared for my finals so I didn't really worry. It was more of a time issue than anything. My last day of classes before finals went something like this...back to back. Class, homework, class, work, study group, test, study, sleep. Starting at 9 in the morning and finishing at 9 at night. Time crunch! Oh well. I obviously made it through! No harm done.

Now, you are probably wondering what I'm doing for this mystery job. (And if you're not, I'm telling you anyway, so HA!) I work at a daycare! The kids are great! I work with 3-4 year old kids. They are, usually, well behaved. I only have a problem with a couple on a regular basis. The rest of the time they are great. I have 12 of them in my classroom. This job has also made me realize I DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, want to teach 1st grade or higher. They are so much harder to deal with! And they are so incredibly sassy! I actually got told today that "adults don't understand." It was shocking to me! I've never been the lame adult who just classifies kids as kids and then ignores them, but today I was. Sad huh? I'm only 20! Oh well. They were acting younger than my normal class. If they had bedrooms, I would've sent them each to separate rooms so I wouldn't have to hear them cry. They were both in elementary school! Ah! Anyway, that's my job. I love it. I'm learning what to do in the baby room tomorrow! I'm excited. My baby withdrawal is going to be cured through this job. I just know it.

Now you're all updated. (For the at most 5 people that read my blog!)
Love you all!

I Have A Job!!!...ish

Good news...I have a job. Bad news...It's incredibly part time. I now nanny for a family. (It was two families, but apparently they thought that I was going to work for them and only them when they only needed me like 2 days a week. What am I supposed to do with the rest of my time?!) Two incredibly cute boys. Chris, age 3 and then Josh, age 5. I pick up Chris from day camp, sometimes Josh, and then take them home and play till usually around 5 or 6. They are very good kids and incredibly sweet. Chris has already come in from playing to bring me a "flower." It was really just a dandelion, but how sweet is that!? It made my day!

I've really only had one problem the few days that I have watched them so far. I think Chris was really just testing his boundaries with me, seeing as it was my first day as the new nanny/babysitter. He didn't quite understand the concept of "Time Out," but no worries...I showed him. And he learned that you do as Miss Kate says or that's where you end up. (They don't call me Kate. It's Miss Kate. I love it. It's adorable.)

But other than that life is pretty much the same. Boring as ever with a few fun things tossed in every once in a while. Like watching the boys!

Close, but no Cigar...

First off, I'd like to know if anyone knows where that saying came from and what it is really referring to. I know what it means...but not where it originated.

Anyways. Onto the actual subject of this blog.

I had a job as of this morning. It was decided that I had a job at IHOP, but not exactly what I was going to do. I had a meeting at 1 and that's when we decided what position I was going to get. I got a server. Big money can be made there apparently. So, I spent the next 4 1/2 hours filling out paper work and learning all the only slightly helpful information that I was having to cram into my head. Sitting in a rather uncomfortable booth that made my back hurt and listening to the general manager go on and on about things that didn't even apply to me.

While going through all the different protocols for the job, we got to scheduling. This is when she decided to tell me that everyone HAS to work Sundays. I figured I could get around this by just being one of the waitresses that came in later. When I asked what the latest I could come in was, she replied with 9...AM. She asked if that would be a problem and I said "No" after contemplating over the fact that no other places were hiring. She said good and we continued. After about a half an hour of feeling terrible and not being able to get it out of my mind, I decided that I couldn't do it. There was no way I could miss church for 3 1/2 months. I just felt sick thinking about it. I went to the bathroom and upon returning I decided to tell the manager that I couldn't do it. I wish I could say that she changed her mind and said I could have Sunday's off, but that didn't happen. I walked out about to cry because I was frustrated with my job hunt now. If only I could find someplace that was hiring.