First off, I apologize for not writing for a few days. I know you must have been sitting at the edge of your seats, wondering what exciting things I've been up too;) JK. Anyway, my lack of writing is mostly because my sister and brother in law have been visiting and it is much easier to ignore blogging duties when you aren't plagued with eternal boredom. The entire year I was longing for the day when I wouldn't have a list of endless tasks and then as soon as summer hit, the lack of structure dragged me into a dark abyss of despair. My salvation came in the form of an enthusiastic sister, who (after witnessing my emotional breakdown upon retelling a story of two reunited cat friends) was determined to drag me out of my cave of Gossip Girl and teen fiction. Her plan was to employ me in her companies latest construction project. The project involved building a patio and a walkway. I have to admit, the feeling of working hard definitely helped my mood. It felt good to be useful and to learn new skills. The highlight of my construction career was learning to drive a Bobcat. I was told that I am rather handy with the Bobcat digger thing so now I know that if my dreams of becoming a writer don't work out, I can always find a career in operating construction equipment. It's always good to have a backup plan. Well, I have been saved by my sister in a shining construction hat and I've learned more than I ever thought I'd know about concrete pouring. All in all, a good ending :)
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Because I just got home from a party with this certain family, I will devote today's blog post to them:) The past two years (approximately), I feel as though I have grown in many ways (not physically unfortunately). A lot of this growth is thanks to my newfound second family. My boyfriend's family. I find that in order to truly learn something new, you have to be motivated. For example, if you live in the middle of a desert, you aren't going to be very motivated to learn how to swim. But if you live in the ocean, there is a much greater need. That being said, I was motivated to learn new things when I was welcomed into a household which is very very different from my own. I found that there were several skills that I needed to learn in order to be a part of something that I love. This was my motivation. Although I still find that I do not always fit in, I have made myself push my comfort zone and see the world from a new perspective. One step in this direction was to learn the language. I improved my Spanish to the point of being certified as "multilingual". Although the only thing the test really verified was my ability to have a 5 minute interview in which I did not let the interviewer ask me a single question. Let's just say my Spanish speaking skills are much better than my listening skills. Although I do not consider consider myself to be fluent in Spanish yet, I feel as though I am on my way. I also learned how to hold a baby, no small feat let me tell you (yes small feet though)! Finally, I have at least attempted to improve my cooking. I will not go into more detail on this because I'm sure you already know my relationship with the kitchen at this point. All in all, I am happy because I have found that I am able to grow and learn and become a more well rounded version of myself. Seeing life from the perspectives of different families has opened my eyes in some ways and for that I will always be grateful.
The summer in between high school and college has proven itself to be a very uncertain time. I find that I am becoming really nervous about making my own way in the world. Even though I was taught how to be independent, I have always felt as though I've had a safety net when I need it. No matter what, if I mess up, my family is there. I never feel more at ease as when my sisters are home or my mom is around. In a world where so much goes on, I feel like being around people who love me unconditionally creates a soft and fluffy cloud of comfort. Now that I will be moving away, I feel like a little bit of that comfort will be lost. Of course there are phone calls and visits, but it's not the same as coming home to someone who is willing and eager to hear every detail of my day. Although I'm sure the other girls at Mills will be friendly, I don't think they will be interested in every single thought that passed through my head from the moment I woke up to that very second. Although, come to think of it, it's possible that my mom wasn't thaaaat interested either. I find that as college approaches I'm thinking more and more about what it will feel like to live alone. I guess I was so caught up in the excitement of getting into college and the prospect of a new life that I didn't stop to think about the parts that will be hard. I have never taken change very well (proof in the fact that I cry every time I get my hair cut) but I guess now is the time to start getting used to it because ready or not, things are about to change a lot.
Readers,
When I started this blog, I fully intended never to publish it. However, that is not what my mom intended;) Because Mom is a very convincing woman, my blog was published in an instant, shared on Facebook by said mother and now has been read by several people! This is both exciting and daunting. Exciting because I am not the only one reading my words and daunting because now there is some aspect of commitment involved. Although I have many grand ideas, I find it difficult to follow through on a lot of them. This could be seen in my attempts to become fluent in Japanese, my short lived dream of becoming a softball player and my one day commitment to being a pro drummer. However, certain things I am able to stick with, and I am determined that this blog will be one of them. So, my unanticipated readers, due to a twist of fate (or my Mom's belief that one should actually publish one's blog) we have formed an agreement that I will keep writing and hopefully you will keep reading. The second thing that I would like to address is an issue that I have struggled with throughout my whole life... something that has haunted me through my high school years and brought me many moments of awkward confusion. This would be the issue of my spelling. Growing up, I was fooled into thinking that I was a decent speller due to the fact that I only had my sisters to compare myself to... (if you guys are reading this I was totally joking and please don't hurt me). My rude awakening came my freshman year when a certain classmate of mine felt compelled to inform our teacher that I had asked him how to spell the word Nazi. In my defense, there really should be a T somewhere in there. Anyhow, it has been brought to my attention *cough Adrien cough* that I have the tendency to overlook certain rules of the English language. For example, "tired" is not "tiered" and there is indeed a difference between "where and were, too and to, there and here, hear". Although I do vow to stop ignoring the little red lines that frequently appear under my creative words, I cannot promise perfect spelling. i promis too trie hardr :) ~Kerry Disclaimer: either I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today or aunt flow is coming soon and the hormones are in mutiny. Today has been an emotional rollercoaster which is pretty impressive seeing as I have had zero social interaction, I haven't left the house and I really haven't done much all day (we may have just spotted the problem). Because this is my blog and I can write about whatever the heck I want to (try and stop me) I will take you through this disaster day step by step. 1. I woke up... and promptly felt extreme indignation that I wasn't asleep.
2. I decided that going on a run would turn my mood around because that what all the other blogs TOLD ME... well they lied. I did not feel better, I felt hot and tired and my feet hurt. 3. I went to feed the chickens at my neighbor's house and they screamed at me the whole time. I do not have the most loving relationship with chickens. They must sense my past trauma of being bitten by a chicken (yes I know they don't have teeth, and yes I was bitten). I once killed a chicken. It was an accident I swear. She was sitting in a bush and I kicked her head by mistake. Although it was not out of malice, her kin have never forgotten. Although I continue to work for peace, I believe that there will always be a sort of bitterness between us. Anyhow, I filled up the feeders as chickens screamed and swatted me with their wings. 4. At this point it was time for breakfast. I made a nice healthy meal. Creamy scrambled eggs yummy mozzarella cheese melted in. Oh wait... make that moldy mozzarella. If I do not write again within 4 days, assume that I have contracted mold poisoning and fallen extremely ill. 5. Because I am attempting to get closer to my nonexistent latin roots, I decided to tackle three tasks to help me in this endeavor. First, I tried to learn the song "Despasito". It is very popular and singing in Spanish is supposed to help fluency. I found that the strumming pattern was difficult and although I could play and sing the English parts, my brain went on strike when I attempted the Spanish. My solution was to go a cappella when it came to the Spanish verses... needless to say, it just didn't sound the same. Next, watch a TV show in Spanish. This was my only true success of the day. I watched that TV show like no body's business. I watched it so well, I became the world's #1 watcher. The show was called El Rosa de Guadalupe, recommended by my resident expert on all things Latin... mi novio. Finally, I decided it was time to attempt to banish the totally false (but also kind of true in my case) stereotype that white girls cannot cook. I am a sucker for Mexican Rice, so I thought "hey why not? How could I mess up rice??" Well it turns out the answer is I can mess it up in a lot of ways. I was so dedicated to this project that I rode my bike in the 106 degree weather just to buy caldo de tomate. The man in line ahead of me gave me an approving nod when he saw my caldo. He said, "making soup?" I said, "rice" and he said, "Mexican rice?? Alright!" and beamed at me. Poor innocent man... he was picturing the amazing, creamy, melt in the mouth rice that my boyfriend's mom makes... Not the bitter rice mush that I ended up with. All in all, I can take two lessons away from this cooking project: 1. I need more practice and probably more lard or 2. I should stick to eating rather than cooking. Okay, enough complaining for one day. It's 5:17pm so really, how much more can happen? Am I right? Not going to lie, I'm a bit of a hoarder. I save things like the parking pass from a day at the lake with my boyfriend and gum wrappers with secret messages in them. However, I am not (usually) a messy person, so the scraps end up stuffed away in a box until I find the time to think of how to use them. Thanks to an awesome sale at Michael's, I have finally begun to give these little keep sakes a purpose. Scrapbooking... I'm an addict. There is something so satisfying about gluing bits of paper to another piece of paper. I love the cracking sound of the pages when you open the book. I love it when the pages are so weighed down with random knick knacks that it can barely close. I enjoy using different textures like fabric, beads, paper, smushed flowers, anything really. The other day I made a discovery. I am always a bit behind on the whole "trendy" scene so I hadn't yet found my way to the magical world of washy tape.. so many colors... so many designs... I really can't get enough of that stuff. Aside from my regular scrapbook I also got a planner which I have been using in a similar way. I've been gluing bits of my day to the calendar and using tape to make the pages bright. The truth is, I am not only doing these things because I am a crafty person. I figure that if I have an ongoing scrapbook project, I'll feel more inspired to do exciting things and take pictures. If I'm sitting there thinking, "should I go to this concert or should I just stay here in my P.Js and watch Gossip Girl" I am much more likely to choose going to a concert. I mean, as fabulous as pictures of me... by myself... in my skiing frog P.Js would be, photos of a concert would be much more interesting. Also, my new "lama wearing a fringe necklace planner" deserves much more than "put P.Js on and watch Gossip Girl".
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AuthorHey, it's Kerry:) I have 2 older sisters and they both started a blogs... so naturally (being the little sister) I joined the bandwagon. So here I am! I hope you enjoy, if not... well go find something else to do. :) Archives
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