Tony's Pizza Box

Instead of writing about random things or events...I am going to start picking one picture and talk about what I am doing in it, why I took it (if not in it), occasion, the people in it, the place we're at or not at, if it's a holiday or a special day...etc.

The first one I am going to start with is....the lovely picture of me in a Tony's Pizza box. You are probably wondering why...? 

Well, first off...my mom met up with Larry Sutton, one of my sister's friend's dad. They sat next to each other at the 2005 REF auction in Rainier. My mom mentioned to Larry that I was coming home in May and needed a summer job. He suggested that I get a hold of Camp Cascades and fill out a job application. I have been to Camp Cascades once before...for a 6th grade field trip back in 1996. We used the waterfront, water slide and one of the lodges for a bbq. She shared the news with me and so I filled one out...couldn't hurt right? I sent it in the mail and was called to set up for a phone interview since I was still in Pullman until May. I had my interview and when I got home for summer vacation I was called by Larry about what my job would be. The job sounded pretty straight forward but there was a catch. The catch was I had to actually live there even though I lived less than fifteen miles from the camp. Lame.

 My first day there, which was the middle of June, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I knew absolutely no one except Larry and Alisha (who was helping out that week). I felt like I didn't belong and really didn't intend to make friends. I was there to make food and get paid. That's what happened for a while. Then I found out I could act like myself since most of them were hard core church people and really had no personalities. So I was the "entertainer" for some reason. Every Sunday we made pizzas and this is what I did when we weren't working. Which I got yelled at a lot for being off task. However, we laughed a lot, which got me through it until I got to go back to Pullman, my savior.

Summer 2008

I can't believe the summer is almost over. I've gotten to do a lot of things over the course of the two months I was home for the summer. We had a yard sale which we made over $200 at, which was nice...paid some bills, went to a few Mariner games...this year they aren't doing so hot, went to the Seattle cougar game and saw my friends, cleaned up the yard, the house and went through a bunch of stuff.

Didn't get to go back to Linfield for some reasons I'll probably never know. It's probably a good thing come to think about it. Right now I am trying to find a job, not so much career worthy, but just for a source of income. I want to save up enough to go back to school to get the necessary requirements to become a high school athletic director. My mom came across this program, mentioned by one of her co-workers, about working while you teach while you go to school. It's a program out of one of the universities out of Arizona, not sure which one exactly. We are looking more into it as mom's co-worker gives us more information about it...apparently one of her relatives did it and loved it. I wouldn't mind going down to Arizona for a few years...warm and sunny, traveling opportunities and somewhere different.

Been trying to get back in touch with people I haven't seen in years. Still trying to get a hold of people.

We Survived Another 4th of July

Every year the 4th of July at my grandparents house something always seems to happen. One year "somethings smokin' in the peas" another year we "set" Megan on fire, so she claims, and another year someone put the mortar in upside down and it came out of the tube backwards and went into our audience. I've never seen so many people move that quickly.

This year, my uncle Kevin brought over a large black plastic bag of motor oil in white containers for Grammie's new car and left them next to the firework platform. We all assumed the stuff in the black plastic bag were tubes Grandpa had saved from previous 4th of Julys...until I looked.

Well, their next door neighbor last year brought over a large box of fireworks and asked us if we wanted them...of course we said yes, free fireworks...duh. They stayed in the trunk of my car for the entire year...I might have needed to use them. Some of the rockets sticks broke on them, making their balance way off. I wanted to set them off anyway just to get rid of them. I had no idea what they were going to do. I told the audience to be on guard, I had no idea what it was going to do. I set the first one off, it barely flew and it exploded in the garden, which was behind the firework platform. I put the second one in and lit it, it jumped out of the tube about five feet and couldn't of landed perfectly into the black plastic bag full of oil. It lit on fire. I was laughing so hard I almost fell down and at one point I could not breathe. Everyone else was laughing no one could talk. Eventually Grammie yelled to Doug, "oh my god, there's oil in that bag...Doug, go stomp it out before it blows up!" We all had forgotten what was in there. So that was one of the exciting events that had happened. I'll add it to the list of weird things that happen when me and my family get together.