Monday, September 18, 2017

Mother is Coming for a Visit

Not that I'm not excited or anything, but she texted me yesterday and said she would be here today.

Then she changed her mind and she will be here on Saturday.
I'm picking up Lucas from the airport today. Both of them are staying 2+ weeks.

It's a lot to throw at me when I've lived somewhere for only a few weeks. I'm still unpacking, mind you. On top of that, my previous employer didn't give me my final paycheck (2 weeks of pay) and I'm short on funds. Don't worry I've filed a complaint with the Labor Board already.

Now I have to house a sick woman and a giant man child for a few weeks, and I just want to rip my hair out.

This weekend I spent trying to get the house ready for them. I have known about Lucas coming for a while, so I was cleaning out the guest bedroom and trying to make sure he had room to thrive in that little environment.
Then of course, Mom texted me and I had to dig out the air mattress (after I had stored it away somewhere that I couldn't remember). Dr. Smart smashed my fingers in the bed frame... that was fun. I also dislocated my hip this weekend, which was also super embarrassing. Dr. Smart had his work cut out for him.

I'm just worried it won't be everything Lucas and Mom want it to be. They aren't renting a car and I won't be home. Like ever. I have to work, and they're going to be stuck in the house with each other all day.
Then, when I get home I have to be prepared for them to want to go do stuff instead of me just relaxing on my butt after a long day at work.

Does anyone else's family do this? Am I the only one right now who is super pissed?

I feel like even if you are family, notice is required for such trips unless it is an emergency situation.

The end.


Thursday, September 14, 2017

Spanish Day 1

Okay, let's start off with the fact that I forgot how much I love studying.

There was a reason I went to school, I knew it! I just hated my school (college) and their policies, format, whatever and I had a hard time doing the assignments.
When I can study my way it turns out WAY better.

I ended up signing up for Babbel, which is just a bunch of vocabulary words that don't make a sentence. Doesn't help right?
I also went to Barnes & Noble and picked out a book called "Language Hacking Spanish" by Benny Lewis. The guy who created the "Fluent in 3 Months" series.

I didn't want to sign up for their $100 program until I read about it a little bit.

Man, do I love it! The book is amazing, and I forgot how much Spanish I actually knew until I read the book. It's main focus is talking. Start speaking today. Make sentences, don't worry about vocab yet (I'm breaking those rules a little).

Lucky for me that Dr. Smart is half Mexican, and speaks Spanish. I had a conversation with him on the phone last night in Spanish and it felt amazing. It was good to actually sit there and speak it and have a conversation with someone.
He laughed at me a lot too. I don't get the laughing thing, calm down I'm learning. Turn it down a notch pal.

I also bought CD's to listen to in the car, that came with a book of vocabulary words as well. I made so many flash cards. Maybe too many.

I am determined to make this work. It has to work this time. I need to spend a little time each night learning vocabulary and sentence structures.
Maybe I can talk Dr. Smart into taking me to Mexico.... for practice... you know. Not vacation or anything. No way.

Anyway, the background of this post is my house. It was foggy today and I snapped a quick picture.

I hope you're all enjoying life as much as I am right now.


Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Learning Spanish

Once upon a time - In Jamie's high school days, she was required to learn Spanish in order to graduate.

What did Jamie do? Failed Spanish 3 times. Just wasn't working for me. I finally cheated on the final and got a C in the class. Graduation here I come! I'll have to square up on the cheating thing with God when I meet him on judgement day. Somehow I think he may go easy on me for that one. 

I feel like it's messed up to try and force someone to learn a language in order to graduate. For some people, it does not come naturally, like yours truly. I'm an embarrassment to Spanish speakers. I try not to even mention that I took Spanish 3 times in high school.

I suck at it.

Well, here I am, 23 and wanting to pick up the Spanish book again. Why? Well... I've always WANTED to learn, but I was never able to do it in a way where I could learn it. High school didn't have the proper setting for me. I'm more of a self paced learner. Don't push me, I won't get it. 

As you know, I started a new job recently at an Abatement company. Lots of Spanish speaking individuals work here. 60 to be exact. And guess who has a company cell phone to text them on. 
Ya, me. Google translate is NOT my friend. I've been picking up on it though..Here and there.. 
Yes, they laugh at me. Who is this white girl fumbling her way through a conversation?

I'm determined now more than ever. I have an environment where I can practice every day. Sure I'll get laughed at, but being bilingual (Especially here in CA) is a big plus. If you thought AZ was bad... you'll have to visit here. It's almost a requirement everywhere you work to be bilingual. It's not a bad thing, but like I said, sometimes languages don't come naturally to people. I have the HARDEST time. 

Lots of Native Americans up in the woods where I live as well. I guess that's why my dad moved up there. He likes it, and points things out to me all the time that are authentic. There are lots of authentic jewelry and art pieces for sale up here. 
Did I mention that I live on the same road as the Native American Burial Grounds? It's scary, but cool at the same time. There's lots of decorations all around the graves. It's actually quite beautiful, also scary, but beautiful. 

Anyway.. I'm buying a product called Fluent in 3 Months. Rosetta Stone actually has terrible reviews (believe it or not), and it's expensive. Not worth it to me. 

We'll see how I come out after 90 days.

Love Jamie

Monday, September 4, 2017

New Job, New Life, New Understanding

Last week I quit my job. 

Yup, quit. I secretly hated that job, and I didn't want anyone to know. I tried to push through, I was working long weekends and nights trying to make it work. Becoming a manager seemed like the most important thing to me in the moment, and one day I decided that it wasn't. 

My boss called me (from his 3rd vacation since I started) and said, "I don't care how late you work tonight, I want these reports done."

I had planned on leaving at 5pm that night and picking up Sam and taking him to dinner. It broke my heart. I told God, "if I'm not supposed to work here please give me a sign."
I had interviewed at one place the week before, and literally 20  minutes later my phone rang with a job interview. More money, less hours.

I sent an email out that night and left at 5pm, and quit. I didn't finish those reports and felt so much better almost immediately. 

That was last Monday, I started work on Friday. It was great, and I loved it! I knew immediately that I was meant to work there. I still have a pretty office, and it's private accounting, not public. The stress level is so much less. I love it. 

On Tuesday night I was getting ready for bed, all wrapped up in my robe... cuddling Olive like the freak I am and there was a knock at the door. It was almost midnight.

It was Dr. Smart. Of course he knew that I had a new job and what was going on, but he was super upset. 
He had diagnosed a woman with cancer that day.

It was a rude awakening for me. It was hard for me to see the other side of being diagnosed with cancer. I never once went home and thought, "The doctor is crying as much as I am today," but that was completely untrue. 
He was extremely upset and told me the entire story. It was heartbreaking for me, and I of course couldn't hold it together. 
Seeing the other side of what diagnosing someone with cancer does was rough. How do you even prep yourself to go into that room and let someone know?

There's been a lot going on over the last few weeks, and I am grateful for all the experiences. 

Tomorrow, I get to go to work... in JEANS.

Let's all appreciate that. 


Mother is Coming for a Visit

Not that I'm not excited or anything, but she texted me yesterday and said she would be here today. Then she changed her mind and she ...