Compliments

I have been at my sister's this weekend so I hang out with her and her friends and I go where she goes. Yesterday, we were walking to a house not far from hers to watch a movie, so I decided I didn't need to get fancy or anything. I threw on my favorite sweatshirt and a pair of basketball shorts with my comfy moccasins. We were walking down the sidewalk when we ran into a girl she knew. After talking to her for awhile, I realized that this girl wasn't going to be one of my best friends... She looked at my outfit and said

'How old are you? (20) Oh, yeah, I used to dress like you, but now I have style.'

The Cat Lady

Alright Netflix streaming error N8107-154-5006, I don't have time for you! I was patient at first, but now you've just ruined my evening. Ok when did my life get so boring? People, I need a job, I need school, I need a new house, maybe some new friends (not that I don't love my currents ones, they just are not present in my life) and I need it to preferably be soon. Deal? I have hit a snag with WSU and they are not so helpful in the 'request more information' department. We've been playing phone tag for about a week and I am so almost ready to just move to Europe and forget about my responsibilities as an adult. The most productive thing I did today was flirt with a 2 year old at Wendy's. Sound sketchy? It was his fault, not mine. I was standing in line and his dad was holding him and he would bury his face in his dads neck, peek out, smile at me hugely, then go back to hiding. It was pretty cute. Then he got to laughing out loud when I would smile at him and his dad took him away. Ha. I am creepy. Then, ironically enough they sat by us, and we were allowed to continue our game. It was a great night. Also, I raked 9234980k3824j0238 leaves. Proof below.

Now, if only boys my own age could love me as much as this little boy did, I would be going places.  Literally...like on a date. 

aaand we'll throw in a picture of my brother for good measure... 

and one of me with the friendsies

and a little proof that I am indeed a good kid and go to church :)

Awkward

Here is a story. It's the best I can do today. I've been feeling a little sickly as you may have heard. You can call me lazy or whatever you want, but I like to take it easy around here. Around 6 tonight I decided it finally was time to get in the shower because I had to go to my church and play the piano for a little group doing a song, and I figured the least I could do was be presentable. After I got out, I went into the living room for a second to check something on my mom's computer before I went downstairs. Being the only one home, I didn't think it would be a big deal. I did happen to notice the front door was open and the porch light was on, but I didn't think too much of that. Suddenly, I hear a knock on the screen door. I froze in place while a million scenarios ran through my head: Run for it and risk being seen, stay on the couch and hope they don't open the door, talk out loud and tell them I was in a towel, answer the door in said towel and hope it was one of my moms female friends who would understand why I was standing there in a towel, or do nothing. I chose option A and ran for it. I bolted into my brothers' bedroom and turned off the light. (in stressful situations I like to think that the dark will solve all my problems) The person at the door then rang the doorbell. All the lights are on in the house and the door is open, so I suppose they just figured I was taking my time answering the door. I am almost positive they heard me run across the living room as well. After the 3rd ring, they gave up and left. I stayed in the room for a second making sure I was clear and then went to close the door. As I got to the door I look out and see them sitting in a big silver truck just waiting outside my house. So I, being the rational person I am, turn off the living room lights and shut the door. I honestly had no idea what else to do. I'm sure they were really confused as to why I wouldn't answer the door and I just wish I could have explained myself or at least had someone else here to do it for me! I'm sure they thought I was rude or something. I then ran downstairs and dressed myself faster than I've ever  put clothes on before. Moral of the story: Always get dressed after you shower.

                                                        And this is my other issue: 

www.toysarecool.com

What does it tell you when I get on the family computer and type in a 'w' into the address bar, and Webkinz pops right up? I live in a family of preschoolers.

ps: I made up that address as my title, it being the first thing that popped into my head. Out of curiosity I went there. Its a real site. People are so cool.

90's Kids

If you were born in the 90's, you will know what I mean when I say PB&J Otter made me think this was an impossible thing to have in my life...turns out, it's real. I need this when I grow up.

click on this for a special treat.

I Just Wanna Be OK!

Ok, this is getting ridiculous! I have been sick since Monday night. I didn't even go to work yesterday! Lucky for me, those hard workers I work with finished the field yesterday so now all we have to do is clean up! Which sounds a lot more fun than I'm sure it actually is. I have got a lot of sleeping done (pretty sure I caught up for the month)...Yesterday I went to bed at 5 and woke up this morning at 8. That's called 15 hours of sleep people. My mom keeps making fun of me because my voice cuts in and out in volume and tone. I mostly have lowered my voice level by at least a gender. So, for now I will just be a quiet man.

The one thing I did accomplish was updating my sisters blog and if you know her, let me know and I will accept you and allow you to read it. It's pretty good if I do say so myself.

Spread Those Wings

It has finally happened. The moment we (well me at least) have all been waiting for. I got my acceptance letter to Washington State University! I have been waiting for this for at least a month. I will be going to Kennewick, Washington for a semester of school in January and if all goes well, will graduate from there (don't worry, not any time soon or anything). I still have a lot of details to figure out and I have a lot of things to do before I go, but I am up for the challenge. I kind of feels like I am writing an obituary to my old life and completely gearing up for a new one, and for me,  it feels kind of weird. I already did the whole college scene and was not too impressed with what it had to offer, so maybe things will be different this time around. What I do know is that I am ready to start a life for myself and I know I can't do that from the basement of my parents house. I am grateful they gave me this opportunity to get a hold of myself and figure out what I wanted, instead of just shoving me out of the house in search of a new beginning. I guess it just really kind of hit me that this is what I want, and I'm excited to be able to have this opportunity. It's not everyday that you make a future for yourself.

Ok, all this deepness is really hard to come by so we'll just be done with this sentimentality for now.

Two Words

Bucket. List.

Burn, Baby Burn

Ok. This post is going to be super fast and kind of lacking in detail....but only because I have told this story 200 times today and I am getting tired of talking and coming up with words. So, we'll do pictures again, because I am a little kid and that is what I deal best with..

This is when we were standing at the cellar. We heard numerous ambulance and fire truck sirens and saw them speed past us.  Long story short: my cousin parked his truck in the field in some weeds and when he walked away the weeds caught fire and a large fire started taking over most of the field and putting his truck up in flames. (he wasn't hurt, his poor truck sure was though)

truck bed

The weed field that caught fire. There were still 3 fire trucks out there at that point putting the smoldering stuff out

what used to be the front seat (I think). Not even the steering wheel is there

the back seat

front passenger window

tail light

back tire

one of 3 fire trucks

There is a super cool picture of the truck actually on fire but the guy who sent it to me didn't actually send it to me, so I'll have to get that later. All in all, it was a very interesting afternoon. So, if anyone has an extra pickup laying around, I know someone who would really love it!

Titles? Who does that.

A quick update from the home front... am I alive? Yes. Should I be? Well, decide for yourself.

Being a farmer these days, I know how to be tough. I no longer scream like a little girl when I see a spider. Actually, I will say I no longer scream bloody murder when I see a spider. I've toned it down. So there are all these little harvest spiders that like to hang out in our trucks. They spin their little webs right in front of our faces (literally) and are super annoying. I am constantly swiping them off my face and squishing them. They are like not even a centimeter big, so that is where my bravery comes from. We all remember the brief period of time where I was a little obsessed with spiders (which probably stemmed from the infestation I had of them in my room). Anyway, yesterday the spider I call Fred got really personal and bit me on the cheek. I was not happy with him when I woke up today and saw that he left a big red bump on my cheek. I was not going to let him be the boss of me, so today I scraped that little bite off my cheek and to my surprise, little baby Fred's started pouring out of the open wound. On a scale of one to disgusting, I probably could have been on the set of 'Fear Factor.' Ok, so spiders did not come out of my face. But it sure felt like it. Gross, lets move on. I guess what I'm getting at here is that I do not love spiders and I do not love being forced to live in the same space as them. Because this post isn't random enough, I am going to throw some great news in. We are almost done with our last field. There is an end in sight! I can almost have a life again and my blog posts will go back to being their regularly scheduled paragraphs of hilariousness.

A Little Joke

I am quite possibly the funniest person I know. With a little help from my friends <insert The Beatles>, we were able to pull off a really funny Facebook joke. If you aren't my fb friend, firstly- uh get on that, and second- this is what we did.

I must not get out much, because this was super funny to me. Oh, Facebook why must you be so much fun for me? I need a life. Time to get on that.... bye! :)

The Best Things In Life

Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you Waking up and realizing you still have a couple hours left to sleep Making new friends and spending time with the old ones Singing in the shower Sweet dreams Hot Chocolate Brownies and Cookies Watching a sunset Sleeping in Taking long, hot showers Knowing that somebody misses you Laughing so hard you can't breathe Getting mail Finding money in last years coat pocket Running through sprinklers The beach Laughing at inside jokes song lyrics printed inside your CD so you can sing along without feeling dumb making eye contact with a cute stranger Friends random text messages that make you smile really cold water rainy days making the yellow light people watching A good run hugs double rainbows the words 'I love you' sleeping with the windows open to catch the breeze the colors of fall freshly painted nails Traveling somewhere new life learning love doing things you want to do, instead of things you have to do Falling in love dancing in the rain

All In A Day's Work

Work. That is all I do these days. Am I complaining? Yes and no. Yes because who in the world loves working from 9am to at least 8pm? Not me. But I will not complain when it is payday. Who knew when you did harvest (it only lasting for about 3 weeks) you made so much money? I do love when my mom comes and visits me and brings me food and sits in my truck with me for awhile as we make the same loop over and over and over and over (etc) again to the field, to the cellar, and back again. But happy news is today we finally finished the field that was giving us so much grief with the boulder sized rocks and the muddy mess and the getting stuck issues. Also did I mention it is 823ruijfkds814 miles out in the middle of nowhere and it takes like an hour to drive there and back. That was not my most favorite part. But this new field we are at is super close and only like a mile down the road. I rejoiced at that news. That is what my life has come down to, rejoicing at a closer field.

this is after the tractor pulled me out of this muddy mud hole mess. it doesn't look like much, but I was sunken like 2 feet into the ground. The back of my truck (the axle (?) you might call it) was touching the ground. 

I saw this cute little door at some random cellar I was at. Its from a distance because my phone is dumb and doesn't zoom, but the door is only like 4 feet tall. 

And the pretty sun rises and sun sets I get to see at work every day. 

Oh, and I got a haircut. :)

Viewer Discretion Advised

It rained last night. Cool, right? Right. I didn't have to work today. So in honor of this great discovery, me and mother went to Twin Falls today. Favorite activity around here. We actually had to buy a refrigerator, which may or may not have happened, and we did indeed end up spending way too much money. I did however find some awesome yoga pants, a great little yoga mat, and some other sports related clothing. I'm into that these days. But the real point of this story happened when I got home. I had to drop my mom off at the Jr. High so she could go half day substitute this class, so I headed home with all the groceries to unload them. I had 2 things and 2 things only to put in the fridge, and the rest of the stuff could stay out. So I grabbed the mega big Costco jar of salsa in one hand and the mega huge block of cheese in the other. As I was turning around to head towards said fridge, my long pants tripped me and something happened where I just kind of let go of the salsa. Bad plan. Always drop the cheese. Always. So this salsa goes everywhere. And I am not exaggerating. It goes all over my pants, all over the table, walls, chairs, and counter. It even got in between my toes. This was like a World War III explosion. Then the phone rings so I have to grab that and answer it in case it was someone calling to ask me on a date or something (it wasn't). Anyway, I hang up the phone then survey the damage. It looks like someone was murdered in my kitchen. The salsa was chunk style, and I don't know if this is TMI or anything, but it really looked like someones red brain was all over my floor, walls, telephone, counter, and all over my pants. Kinda gross. So I had to spend the next 20 minutes cleaning that little mess up. Long story short: (which I could have done in the first place, but wouldn't have put so many little fun visuals in your head...) don't drop the salsa. Or if you do, make sure its like the 12 ounce can, not the 92 lb. one.

Welcome To My Life.

Do you ever wanna run away? Do you lock yourself in your room? With the radio on, turned up so loud that no one hears you screaming.

Do you wanna be somebody else? Are you sick of feeling so left out? Are you desperate to find something more, before your life is over?

Yeah, this is where I'm at. I'm not sure if their song was meant for someone who just basically feels lost in my life, but I thought it was fitting. Sometimes I just want to run away where life could be easy and full of easy choices, easy decisions, and everything was just....easy. I understand this isn't a reality. I know that that's not how life works. But sometimes, I just wanna take a page from this baby's book and just let it all out. Life was easier when we were young when the hardest decision was whether or not to go outside and play on the swing set or stay inside and play in your refrigerator box/spaceship/car/bus. Are you getting whiplash from my posts of being super excited where I am in my life, and wishing I could have more adventure? Yeah, me too.

Namaste.

Day 2 of not having to work! Yes! I love the rain. Granted, I don't think any member of the family that I work for is super stoked that their farm is under water, but I actually got to have a social life because of it. Yesterday I got to wake up when I wanted, do what I wanted, and go where I wanted. Today, I helped my uncle with book work for his business, totally rocked Microsoft Access and made him impressed, and went to a yoga class. And tomorrow I get my hair cut! I love this week. But I feel like I didn't provide sufficient detail for any of these things, so get yourself ready....

Wednesday I got some texts that said if the rain clears, we'll work. This Morning: still raining, no work. Maybe work tomorrow. Tonight: too much rain. See you Saturday. Maybe.

So, pretty much that means we will start working Monday again, maybe, and so I decided to do some fun things with my life for once.

Like attending a yoga class for the first time. My friend Taylor's mom invited me to a class tonight, so me and my mom went. It was kind of weird. I didn't do the above pose because I am pretty sure that is like a level 67 pose, and I'm still on level 1. My favorite part was when we were all laying in our relaxed positions in the dark with the magical music on in the background. The guy came over to me and told me to sit a certain way and to do a bunch of things with my legs propped against the wall. He then went away for a long time so I was just laying there with my eyes closed and concentrating on the weird position my legs were in. All of the sudden, I feel him crouch down by my head and he starts massaging my brain pretty much. It was a relaxation thing, but it was so unexpected it first scared me, then made me want to laugh. In a dead silent room with 6 other people in their own special place. He was just doing his own thing and all sorts of messing my hair up and then he walked away to go relax other people. I was hoping that we could be done after that. Then I found my mom, and we went on our little way.

Sorry this post is so disjointed and kind of all over the place, but then again if you don't already know this is how I am, we probably aren't very good friends and you probably aren't reading it anyway. So, yeah. Bye.

S.O.S.

2 posts in one day? What is this? I will tell you. Any doctors out there, this is especially for you. I have noticed today that I feel kind of funny. The highest part of my cheeks right under my eyes have felt tingly and when I touch them they kind of feel like they are asleep. Then my forearms started tingling. A lot more than my cheeks. From the insides of my wrists up to the inside of my elbow is shocking and feels funny like I have mini springs inside them. My wrists especially feel asleep. And to complete my symptoms, my calves are really tight and they too feel sore and as if they are asleep. Kind of what it feels like when your feet fall asleep when you sit cross legged. All in all, I think I'm dying. I laid on the floor because I thought the end was near. My whole family walked by me and not a single member was concerned. Eli came and put this sticker on my head to warn people that my time was short, and I wouldn't be alive much longer. This post is just saying goodbye I suppose. Its been fun.

It's raining, raining, ooh baby, it's raining

I took this picture yesterday at work. This is what we have been dealing with. Ok, not really. This picture is from Africa or something...you can see the village people in the back. But GoogleImages knows exactly how I feel about work. It has been raining every once in awhile this week, and that does not make for happy harvesters. Yesterday was kind of a disaster. I got exactly 1.6 loads taken to the cellar. And we worked for 11 hours. That equals not a good day. Today we are waiting to hear whether or not to go in because it is cold, wet, cold, and dreary outside. So currently I am chilling (literally) in my room with the window open, my blankets up to my chin, my Pandora station blasting Disney, and not a care in the world. Does life get any better? I think not. I wish that I had amazing stories to talk about. I feel like my life has had its ups and downs of really cool things to say. Currently we are at the time in my life where all I talk about it potato harvest. Ah, well only a couple more weeks of this, then I really wont have anything to talk about.

Free Fallin'

Today I was swept off my feet. No, not by a tall dark and handsome man. By my potato truck. Let me explain:
 We heard the weather forecast called for a chance of rain, so in preparation, my boss told me that if it started to rain I needed to pull over and tarp my truck so the potatoes didn't get wet. As promised it started to drizzle a little on my way home. I drove through most of it in like 50 feet so I knew it would be quick enough that me pulling over would be pointless. I looked ahead and saw darker clouds and I knew right then that I was headed for a much bigger storm. I pulled over and jumped out of my truck and ran to the back to start unhooking the tarp as fast as I could to try to beat some of the coming rain. I can sense these things.  Right then the storm hit and in about 5 seconds I was completely drenched. I hurried as fast as I could and scrambled up the ladder to the top of my truck so I could pull the tarp across. Right as I lifted the ginormous tarp into the air to pull it over the mound of potatoes, a humongous wind picked that tarp right out of my hands and blew it and me off the side. I kind of knew what was happening so I was able to duck and have the pole miss hitting me in the face, but landing wasn't so much fun. I landed kind of funny and hurt my back in the process. It kind of felt like someone held my head still and pushed down on my shoulders really hard, creating a kind of ripping feeling in my neck and left shoulder. Well, the tarp was hanging down off the wrong side of the truck (which is super hard to roll up, heave over the side, and get going the right way) so I called my cousin and he called in some back up for me. They fixed my problem for me and sent me on my way. I didn't love being soaking wet and in a truck with no heater, but somehow I survived and am alive to tell the tale. Also, not to brag or anything but I worked from 6:30 this morning to 9:30 tonight. That's what we like to call working dark to dark :)