expectations are rarely met

I'm not really sure why I bother expecting anything, because life almost never cooperates.
My plan for the summer was
a) do nothing for awhile after my first "official" year of college
b) clean out my room
c) try to find some low key babysitting jobs or something
d) see people like Sarah that I haven't seen in forever because we finally both have time

But instead, I come home to endless questions about what I will be occupying my time with.
So I get a job (supposedly a positive thing) as a nanny for a 7 year old boy and a 14 year old girl. I'm there every other week, 8-10 hours a day. And let me tell you, after a week of being there the only things I'm positive about is that I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I adore kids more than most people out there, I work so hard at being patient and fun and engaging, kids tend to like me.
This is one job that is driving me up a wall.
At least it's something, right?

On another note, I got the room cleaning out done. Woohoo.
I've also done enough sitting around for my liking.
And I've spent quality time with my family and haven't gone completely insane from being home yet.

The only thing left to do is see Sarah, and she comes in a week and a half!

Although I did have a 4 hour skype session with her the other day... Haha. 

Here's what else I've been up to...

This wonderful girl came to see me. 

:)

Father's Day in Portland!

I have some other pictures in various places, but that's basically it. 

OH! Except this little project I've undertaken for my wonderful grandparents. 

It involves looking through some really great old pictures. 

My parents when the graduated from WWU. 

It was weird to look at this and realize I knew where they were standing, haha. 

My first day of kindergarten. 

Abby in preschool :)

Maddie in preschool!

Here's where the really great photos are. 

My grandparents 50 years ago, when they got married. 

They were so cute!

I love looking at all these photos.

My dad and his 2 older sisters. 

So adorable. 

Tell me you don't love old photos and I'll look at you like you're crazy. 

I miss Bellingham. 

I miss my job there, those kids are wonderful. 

I miss Theresa and Paulina and the other random people who would brighten up my day. 

I even miss the people I saw all too often but didn't actually know with titles like "creeper psych guy" "green pants guy" and "nice skin guy". 

I'm excited to go back in August. 

That's all.