an awesome weekend

I actually managed to get thursday and friday off, so i went with mom and steph to see my kirstyn in SLO.we drove out at 9 (we were trying for 8, but it didn't end up working out that way) and got there around 3 or 4. a couple hours later, the Bartons got back from the beach. we hung around for the rest of the evening, and ate supper. david something-or-another, and kyle and kimbria i-can't-spell-their-last-name got there from oregon around 11. the next morning aunt sharon, allison, chantal, sierra, me, phoebe, trevor, david, kyle, and kimbria went to knotts berry farm. there, we met some second cousins i didn't even know that we had, brandon and corey. one of their relatives (eston something) was with them. we stayed until 10, then went to a hotel for the night, 'cause aunt sharon didn't think that she could drive that late. it took us a while too get there, and we were all starving by then, so eston called in for 3 extra large pizza's and about 20 sodas, but they didnt get there 'till midnight, so we amused ourselves by playing haha. i was laying on chantal, who was laying on corey, who was laying on david, who was laying on me. it was hilarious. we spent half an hour just cracking up. we went back the next day, but got stuck in traffic for 3 hours, so we didn't get home until 5. we went to the beach and got all soaked and sandy, then cleaned up and went to a barbeque at one of the Friend's houses. it turned into a sing when kirk started to play the piano, but that meant that i didn't get to. gah. :P.

kirk and steph got on the train to go to montana this morning, and about an hour ago, we found out that their train ran into a semi. how does that happen? really what would a semi be doing on the railroad tracks? hehe. it was apparently in an intersection or something, and no one was hurt, but it still makes a wacky story. hehe.
cheerio for now

kara

Work and all it's lack of busy-ness

Showed up and work today...turns out that there weren't any peaches to be packed, so Chris didn't actually need me there. That meant, that there would be no sweeping of the shed, no gathering of the partials from the cold box, and no packing peaches (duh), which were all a part of my usual day to day activities. So I spent until one just figuring out things to do, which is just as hard as working sometimes, especially when you have to hunt down someone to tell you what to do. The hunting down part was never very hard, because everyone was always in the farmstand, helping customers, or passing off talking as restocking the 6 pound baskets, or something. Through the day, i packed dry peaches, cleaned out the cider shed (where we take our breaks), and mopped it, which was absolutely gross, i might add. There was a coat of dust over the whole floor, so within two rinsings, the water was just brown. i ended up just hosing the whole place down. it worked pretty well.

While we were packing peaches, (we meaning annie and i)rosie decided to do some of the dishes that were left in the sink a while back. it mostly consistedof coffee mugs that the high and mighty guys didn't want to do, and water bottles, that, again, the guys didn't want to take care of.one of the water bottles she had to take care of was clear plastic, and it had an unidentifiable pink liquid in it. the second that she opened it and started to pour it down the sink, rosie ran outside gasping, while annie and i sat there wondering what had happened. rosie came in a minute later, and asked us if we smelled it. neither of us had, which was the apparent reason we were still sitting in our seats, undisturbed. ten seconds afterward, we were all three outside, breathing in fresh air, and trying to get the smell of rancid meat out of our noses. it was absolutely foul. we spent ten more minutes trying to get rid of the smell. by the time we were able to get back to work, half a bottle of 409, a third of a box of baking soda, the rest of a bottle of vinegar, and a ton of lemon juice had been dumped down the drain, it was all in vain, though, and we ended up with a fan in the open doorway, to tempt the stench outside. it seriously smelled like someone had unplugged a freezer full of meat for a week. and to think, it was all because of an inch and a half of pink liquid in the bottom of some person's watebottle. eew. from then on, whenever someone came to the door, se would ask them if they regognized the bottle, and knew the owner. no one did, but we still have a lot of people to interrogate, because only half of the employees were there. i think that the owner should have to suffer dire consequences. :P

I finished HP7 today. mom and steph were really surprised, because it only took me 2 hours to read the second half. granted, it took me way longer to get through the first part, but that was because steph wanted to read it at the same times i did. over all, i didn't like it as much as the rest of them. there was way too much fighting in it from the very beginning, and too many people died. (if you haven't read the book yet, just be glad that i haven't given out many details) so ya. definately not my favorite. i just think that JKR shouldwrite another book about the lives of everone after the war. i would love that.

The Beginning

Well, this is The Beginning. The beginning of The Blog That is Wonderfully Entertaining. At least that is my goal. I like to be amusing, and to be amused. Amusement is neither over or underrated. it just is. It makes me happy, which is a fat lot easier than just being mad all the time. To be mad you have to have a reason, but you don't have to have one to be happy. Heck, I was happy today when we started getting some really big peaches from the orchard.

Anyway, I decided that i was going to start a blog outside of myspace, because half of my friends/cousins/relatives don't have a myspace, and therefore, can't read my blog. The only reason i write in blogs is because i want people to read it. That, and it's a way to tell people about my boredom. That is going to happen a lot. Be warned. I just hope i can figure out how to get my earlier blogs from myspace to here. I will keep writing in my blog on myspace, but i'll probably just copy and paste it from here when i do, so u don't really have to read both, unless you like to be repetitive. hehe. It's just peachy with me.

I'm gonna stop writing for now, and try to figure out how to get some of my blogs from myspace to here, so ta ta for now.