Alleyways

Walking the alleyways of Spokane the other day with Amy, was something I have never done before my whole 24 years in this town. I have never once appreciated the architecture of the different textured buildings. As Amy and I walked and enjoyed the sites we were also talking and contemplating on life. As a 24 year old I thought for sure I would have something, one thing in life figured out.

Turns out that is not true. At all. I have too many things I want to do. I want to work with women and abuse, or children. I want to travel the world and work in an orphanage in Africa. I want to get married and have a family. I want to move to my own apartment. I want to move out of Spokane. I want to go to graduate school. I want to play and not work. I want to work more.

I thought by now I would at least have the love part figured out. That is not true either. I have figured out the friendship love, however. That is something that this year has been truley remarkable for. My friends have become family, taking care of each other, loving each even when it gets hard, and being able to play and laugh together.

After our walk, Amy and I played a game, while drinking wine, of course. She wrote on one side of the paper what emily wants, and on the other what amy wants. We put up a barrier so we couldn't peak on what each other were saying. Then after 20 minutes of writing and being distracted we read each others. We both had ones that we will get done this week. She wants jeans and i want neon track suits, naturally.

its good to aim high

I have lofty goals for the future...

• first and foremost, i need to finish a thank you card. start small, ensure success.
• Finish an application for to be a camp counselor.
• Become a certified zumba instructor. What is better than having fun, getting a workout as well getting paid? nothing.
• Read the stack of 7 books I have by my bed. I shall start with The Kandy Kolored Tangerine Flake Streamline Baby
• Figure out what to do with school. Well apply to school and take the GRE's.
• Get a new job or I will lose my mind.
• Move... to Africa. Yes, for an indefinite amount of time. Ever since I went in 2008 I can't stop thinking about being there and living and really experiencing what it is like to be out of my comfort zone.

Those are my goals as of today. Could change tomorrow.

U.B.

when my cousin was young saying Uncle Mike was more of a challenge then anticipated. So instead of saying Mike, it was more like Muck, which then turned into Buck. Yes my Uncle was the original Uncle Buck, and he did the name proud. Standing at an astounding 6'5 my Uncle was the life of all parties. He told inappropriate jokes, flipped you off as a sign of love, and was my favorite uncle.

Every single family gathering, without failure, he would come up to me, give me a big hug and tell me i get prettier and prettier every time he sees me. I always loved that. He passed last thursday but Uncle Buck went out with a bang. It was his birthday on wednesday and we all gathered around his hospital bed to sing him a happy birthday and just as we were finishing he slowly mustered up enough energy to flip us all off. It was the perfect Uncle Buck moment.

Jonny

I am not normally fan of pet names, however when it comes from the mouth of a small little boy named Jonny, it is well received. He is a four year old who always looks like he is up to no good, and walks around calling people punkin head.

We would call each other cupcake and then continue to call each other things such as blueberry elbow, or orange eyeball, or lemon eyelash.

He left my work the other day. I will allow no one else to call me cupcake.