So.. I decided Id tell you just a few things about me.
Well my name is Kelsey, and I am 15 years old. Well Im going to be 15 1/2 in like one week which im really excited for because of course that means I can get a permit!!! yay. So I live in boring Nevada. I just got my first job and I work at an animal hospital. My moms name is Pamela and my dads is Gary. They divorsed a LONG time ago when I was like 4 I think. And then my mom got remarried to a guy named Art. I have three older brothers, Alex, Paul, and Brandon. Alex is now 22, Paul is now 20, and Brandon is about to be 17 next week. And then Im 15 like I said.. Woopdy Do.. yay me.. Im the only girl and then youngest. Which obviously means= overprotective parents! And then last year my brother Alex joined the marines, and then he got married in December of 2009 and then he had to move down to Washington DC for the marines and stuff with his wife whose like one of my best friends. I love her. and now, my other brother Paul is joining the marines because he cant afford all of the college payments and stuff and I would do the same thing.. I mean when hes done hell get free college... how perfect is that. And then my last brother Brandon is most likely going to join the marines too once he gets out of highschool (if he graduates, but you never know) and on to a new subject. When I was like super young I dont even remember how old I was, I had two cats there names were Tim and Taylor... and then my mom made us sell them too a farm because they peed everywhere and my stepdads allergic to cats. And I had a dog named Rex, he was a golden retriever... oh my gosh that dog was my best friend... seriously. He was 16 when he died on February 8, 2009. Jeez, I swear I was a mess when we put that dog down. Yup.. he was a crazy one. My family isnt one of the greatest ones but were still livin... the only thing is that my brothers dont really talk to my mom that much.. Im the only one that still goes to her house. and sometimes I really wish they would, so we could be more of a family. and sometimes it hurts to see them all leave my mom like that even though she might not have always been the best mom in the world. but oh well.. Its not like i can change that. So, now I go to a really nice school and im studying the Hospitality, Tourism and Marketing stuff, and its pretty cool. I kinda like it. My best friends name is Lauryn and life is pretty chill right now. I like to read and write, music is one of my greatest passions, plus ive been singing for nearly 5 years, Im into crafting and always have been even though I dont do it all the time I still love it. Im really a fashion freak at heart even though I can afford all the super nice clothes that I wish I could have.. but hey I can still dream of the day when I can dress up in whatever I want and look my best. Since I live with all boys and stuff I kind of turned into a slight tomboy. I listen to metal and rock, my favorite band is Killswitch Engage. My favorite brand of clothing is Metal Mulisha. Some of my dreams in life include: getting rid of my stage fright, being a great cook, and like I said before, being able to have all of the cutest clothes and what not. But those are just dreams its not like theyre going to all come true. Well I dont know what else to say... thats pretty much me... not the most interesting kid out there but im glad... I dont really want one of those soap opera lives...
Thursday, June 10, 2010
First Job...
Ok so, I just got my first job a week or so ago. And so far, it has been interesting. I work at an animal hospital. I just like walk dogs, clean kennels, and clean up and everything... its pretty simple. But like I said, it has been very interesting.
So, I am an animal person. I love dogs, cats, anything and I'll most likely love it... well with a few exceptions. And so I was super excited that Id be able to work with them and see them get better and everything... Well some parts are a little harder than I thought.
And guess what I learned on my second day of work?... I learned about "bagging and tagging" yup thats right... "bagging and tagging" I swear I almost cried. If you understand what Im talking about I mean after the poor, old, suffering dog is given that shot then I get to bag them.. and tag them... And yes.. just to put a cherry on top I was shown "The Freezer" oh yes... and what a lovely freezer it was (note the sarcasm). It was a giant white box on the ground. I have to pass "The Freezer" like 50 times in a work day too. Lucky me. I felt like I was standing right next to freezing hell. I nearly passed out I should say. I mean what do you expect. Im just a teenager girl, and all those thoughts going through my head... "How many are in there?' 'Whats going to happen to them?' 'What about their family' 'Did they have a good life?'" Yes, millions and millions of thoughts running through my head and of course I was thinking about my old dog at the same time who had been put down a little more than a year ago. Oh what a glorious first job this was. Then I believe it was that same day.. I had the privelege of being able to see a poor dog get surgery. It had swallowed a bone I guess that got stuck in its intestines... and they had to leave the surgery room door open of course so everytime I walked by... ugh.. I dont even want to think about it.
And then... for the third day of work... I was just about to give one of my coworkers dogs a walk and just as a joke my boss told me that once I was done walking him I was to throw him in that stinking freezer.. and of course he had to open it up. I despise him for that.. and im sorry if Im being graphic but I didnt particularly enjoy seeing a pile of frozen bags at the bottom of a giant freezer...
But other than that I kinda like my job...
Well I cant wait to see what I get to experience tomorrow at work... lucky me.
So, I am an animal person. I love dogs, cats, anything and I'll most likely love it... well with a few exceptions. And so I was super excited that Id be able to work with them and see them get better and everything... Well some parts are a little harder than I thought.
And guess what I learned on my second day of work?... I learned about "bagging and tagging" yup thats right... "bagging and tagging" I swear I almost cried. If you understand what Im talking about I mean after the poor, old, suffering dog is given that shot then I get to bag them.. and tag them... And yes.. just to put a cherry on top I was shown "The Freezer" oh yes... and what a lovely freezer it was (note the sarcasm). It was a giant white box on the ground. I have to pass "The Freezer" like 50 times in a work day too. Lucky me. I felt like I was standing right next to freezing hell. I nearly passed out I should say. I mean what do you expect. Im just a teenager girl, and all those thoughts going through my head... "How many are in there?' 'Whats going to happen to them?' 'What about their family' 'Did they have a good life?'" Yes, millions and millions of thoughts running through my head and of course I was thinking about my old dog at the same time who had been put down a little more than a year ago. Oh what a glorious first job this was. Then I believe it was that same day.. I had the privelege of being able to see a poor dog get surgery. It had swallowed a bone I guess that got stuck in its intestines... and they had to leave the surgery room door open of course so everytime I walked by... ugh.. I dont even want to think about it.
And then... for the third day of work... I was just about to give one of my coworkers dogs a walk and just as a joke my boss told me that once I was done walking him I was to throw him in that stinking freezer.. and of course he had to open it up. I despise him for that.. and im sorry if Im being graphic but I didnt particularly enjoy seeing a pile of frozen bags at the bottom of a giant freezer...
But other than that I kinda like my job...
Well I cant wait to see what I get to experience tomorrow at work... lucky me.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Memorial Day Concert
Well this Memorial Day will definitely be a good memory. You see, my brother is in the Marines in Washington DC, and so he was chosen to be one of the Color Guard dudes for the Memorial Day Concert. It was AH-MA-ZING. 
I swear, when my mom and I saw him we were like flipping out and screaming and yeah yeah yeah. It was scary. My mom was like calling EVERYONE that we know and we were like jumping and screiching. I feel sorry for our neighbors.
We were like SO proud of him and stuff and we were going around telling EVERYONE about it, even people we didn't know. It was fun, dont get me wrong... but interesting.
Yeah, It was insane. I feel sorry for those random people.
I swear, when my mom and I saw him we were like flipping out and screaming and yeah yeah yeah. It was scary. My mom was like calling EVERYONE that we know and we were like jumping and screiching. I feel sorry for our neighbors.
We were like SO proud of him and stuff and we were going around telling EVERYONE about it, even people we didn't know. It was fun, dont get me wrong... but interesting.
Yeah, It was insane. I feel sorry for those random people.
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