Summer?

This summer has been anything but enjoyable so far...
It's really sad, actually. The day I get out of school was a Wednesday. Okay, not too bad, but the rest of the week was just packed full of work, work, and more work. Not work at one of my lovely array of jobs, but work at home. You see, my ENTIRE family (minus my cousins) would be coming in to town for my graduation that weekend. So, as you can imagine, Mama Caira was a little overwhelmed, causing the rest of the family to slowly be driven insane.

Okay so finally come Friday, everyone arrives. So my Friday night is filled with stories, catching up, and cheese and crackers all around. But then SATURDAY. Now that was a day. To say the least. Waking up early, getting ready, and arriving at graduation to FINALLY walk across that stage and get my diploma was honestly nothing too unfathomable. It felt pretty normal to me. But I was definitely lucky to have my whole family there. So now on to the graduation party. That was the best part of my summer thus far, easily. All of my friends came. ALL of them. It made me so happy to see everyone together again, because this summer it's going to be beyond hard to get everyone together as much as last summer. Everyone sitting around, eating, and acting like everyone knew everyone from the beginning of time was nice. I think my mom ended up very satisfied. That was my main goal.

That night, Project Grad. Basically all I have to say is that the lack of sleep from that one night has messed me up this entire week. And if that weren't enough, the next day my mom, Kendra's mom, Kendra, and I left for orientation. So we drove two and a half hours down to Wilmington to sit through hours and hours of meetings, sessions, and two extremely late nights (or early mornings). Basically, I learned that I should not be drinking, seeing as I am under 21 years of age, HOWEVER, if/when I receive a drink, be sure to cover it with my hand the ENTIRE time I am consuming it so that I can avoid being roofied at ALL costs.

So there you have it. The start to my "summer". From here on out I'm assuming it will be full of work most days, sometimes double shifts, errands, driving people around, not getting enough sleep, missing people, not being able to do it all, and the tiny bits of enjoyment here and there of spending time with Chris and Sara at the lake, getting YoPop with Jeanette at 10pm, and making posters with Kendra.

Then I'll leave in August for good.

Things I Love

It's funny, I know. I'm usually the complete opposite of a positive person. I'd say I'm way more of a Negative Nancy type, or like, maybe a Debbie Downer even. But here we go. Things I love.


  EDNA. MODE. (and guest.)


Corn on the cob...
                                               Or just plain old frozen corn.
                                                                        That's still frozen.
   Perfect teeth. That's for sure.

  The Moon


  EDIBLE ARRANGEMENTS!!


  Drinking hose water

Six things will just have to be enough. It shouldn't be that difficult to come up with things that I love, but it is. Maybe I'll work on that.

A "you should read my blog" blog...

I've always wanted one. Well, not always obviously, but I've definitely wanted one for a while now. I've wanted to be able to say "you should read my blog". Not only do I wish that I could have the opportunity to say this phrase, but I wish that I could wholeheartedly be behind it... Like I wish that I had a blog I was super proud of and wanted EVERYONE on the face of the earth to read. But I don't. At least yet. I'm working on it though. Just like a lot of other things. 

It's amazing to think about just how many things in life are works in progress...

The Last Day.

As I'm sitting in my last class, ever, of high school, I can't help but feel a little sad about the whole situation.

Not only am I completely dreading going away to college, (weird, I know. And the complete opposite of what one would expect,) but I am not looking forward to saying goodbye to everyone. Graduation's on Saturday. It's Wednesday already. And everything seems to be happening WAY too fast for my liking. I'm not one to enjoy change, I hate surprises, and anything abnormal being thrown my way is nearly always dodged to the best of my ability.

It's hard to fathom that in a mere three months

I will be out of here.



The I Love You Bridge

So here goes my first post. This is weird; writing about something completely random that no one on the face of this green Earth could possibly want to read, let alone care about. Writing is sort of an unreasonable word choice... Okay, more than unreasonable. There is nothing even close to the concept writing when it comes to being in front of a computer screen. (My mother would be so proud of that statement.) TYPING these thoughts, on the other hand, is at least as weird. Well here we go. As soon as I started brainstorming what to write, this story immediately came to mind...

Two weeks ago I was in the car with my lovely family. (Well, not my entire lovely family, 3/4 of it rather. My mom stayed home... Probably for the better.) We were on our way home from the lovely town of Howell Michigan where we had spent the last three days visiting family for a short after-Christmas vacation. And by short I mean hardly worth the fourteen hour car trip there and the fourteen hour car trip back, with maybe a total of 60 hours spent in the actual state of Michigan. (Not to mention the multiple sickly episodes that I was ensuing at least every ten minutes.) To say the least, the trip didn't seem worth it in the beginning, however all three of us were pleasantly surprised with the outcome. Between the making fun of mom and the sisterly duet singing of The Beatles we made it through 28 hours in the car.

On our way home, in some town between Ohio and West Virginia, I look up and see a typical, over-highway bridge. Not very exciting, obviously, and probably the seven hundredth bridge I'd seen since we departed three days earlier, but there was something special about this particular bridge... Going about 70 miles per hour, having passed many bridges before this one, and being somewhat loopy due to the lack of the ability to  walk on land, you would think something like this would slip past me, however, not today. Written across the edge of the bridge were three words, hand-written, like someone had put them there just for me. As I looked up and saw the words "I love you" scrawled on the side of the bridge, I quickly got excited, (as I do for many unimportant yet irregular events) and proclaimed to the rest of the passengers what I had seen. Amidst my various "aww"s and sounds of excitement, my dad went on to say that he was glad I saw what he had written up there because we would have been screwed if I had missed it. 

He told me he had woken up early that morning, drove all the way to that bridge, scaled the side of the bridge, shimmied out to the middle, and wrote the three words up there, just for me to see on our trip home. It made me laugh. A lot. But it was sweet. That pretty much sums up our father-daughter trip "back home" to Michigan.