Time flies when you're having fun...

During one of our more stressful days, my coworker/supervisor/sorta boss gave me crap for not having updated this. So, now that I’m sitting at home enjoying a day off, I figured I’d do a little writing.

This summer has been everything I’ve wanted it to be and more. My job is just what I’ve asked for, and I can’t imagine spending my time doing anything else. The more jobs I come across, the more I realize that while what you’re doing does matter, who you’re doing it with can make all the difference. Even when I was working at Cold Stone, I loved my job because I liked the people I worked with. Church is no different. Now I’m working together with people I love and respect toward an amazing common goal, and I could be more satisfied or come home more fulfilled. Plus getting paid to go to Disneyland and Magic Mountain isn’t all that bad either.

Brett flew out for the week of 4th of July, and that was also a ton of fun. It was really great to get to introduce him to people I’ve been talking about for the last year and a half- and my friends from here were equally excited to finally get to meet him. He did a great job of being social and interacting with people he didn’t know, and I’m pretty sure all of my friends like him almost as much as I do. It was also fun to show him that my complaining about flat and ugly Indiana actually has some bearing when you grow up in the Northwest. He thought Seattle was cool, and liked getting to play in the waterfalls of the gorge, but he absolutely loved the coast. I guess it’s the thing that is least like anything he’s seen before, so even though it was cold and windy (to him, I thought it was exceptionally warm and sunny for a day at the beach) he really enjoyed seeing it all.

Oh! I got a car too. It’s a 2004 Mazda 6, so it looks a lot like Dad’s car, but it’s bright blue instead of red. My friends have dubbed it “Papa Smurf” and while the 4 cylinder doesn’t sound as manly as the 6, as a girl, I’m much more impressed with the better gas mileage, especially when gas is as expensive as it is. Owning a car brings about more responsibility, but I guess that’s all a part of growing up- and whether I want to believe it or not, I’m only two short years away from the real world.

So now I’m about a month away from school, wondering where the time has gone, and in full Jr. High Camp Mode. It still amazes me that a camp geared for people a little over half my age is my favorite week of the year. Hands down.

Love and miss-