a walk with katie
one day, i don't remember which one it was, i spent the whole day researching grad schools. i mostly found out where in canada i could go, but i also looked a little bit at schools abroad. the cool thing about sweden is that you can go to school for free there EVEN if you aren't from there! i always thought that was just for swedes. too bad they don't have what i need. then it would be very tempting to go there.
that night katie and i went on a walk. we walked down bay to departure bay and walked along the beach and talked about the things i had been looking up. i told her how everytime i think about it becoming a reality, i get scared and feel stressed. it's weird. i think i'm afraid i can't do it. it's nice to have a dream, but if you work on your dream becoming a reality you just may fail. if you do nothing at least you still have a dream. katie said you can do anything if you really want it. you can make it happen. she said it almost vehemently. it's something that i believe too. i needed a reminder. most worthwhile things don't fall in your lap. you need to work and sweat and hope and fear and go out on a limb to make them happen. you may have to sacrifice things and you have to try even if you might fail.
we walked along the beach until the cement ended and then turned back and walked back up departure bay rd. we talked about the family's finacial situations and how mom has to move from here and what her options are, and i asked about dawn bitner (i know that's not how you spell it) because we were passing her old house and i remembered going there for a bbq when i was on my senior sisters mission. i told katie that i always thought of her as don bitner, not dawn. katie said she moved to alberty. i remembered karey and elicia laughing about dawn's deep voice as she sang we thank thee oh god for a prophet. the sky was dark and grey and before we got home it began to rain lightly. jord and kyle swooped by us in the car just as we were walking up to the house. sarah and kyle were over to watch american idol with jord and trace and they had gone out to buy blizzard stuff. a typical jordan treat. he asked me later as i sat nursing a chocolate reces, coconut one if i remembered how we used to always get him to make us milkshakes. "ya," i said, "and orange juliuses." he nodded. we molded him for life i guess. those were the days when he was 'good ol' jord'. it was so nice when he suddenly stopped being our enemy and became our friend when we were younger. i remember the bad babysitting times when he would challenge our authority and we would retaliate and i would hear him crying up in his room and i will always feel bad about the time he just woke up and was cold and kept shutting the sliding door but dad wanted it open so i kept opening it and i pushed him down when he flailed at me. but then suddenly he became good ol' jord. good ol' jord let us torture him so he would be a tough guy one day and gave us bronco rides under water with the flippers on. good ol' jord let us peel his back when he got sunburned. we developed the nut under the door wars. we rough housed for hours. we became dimitri and kermi and shouted at each other in bad russian accents until we were horse. how did this become a walk down good ol jord lane? i'm feeling naustaligic right now. any little thing provokes a rush of memories.
that night katie and i went on a walk. we walked down bay to departure bay and walked along the beach and talked about the things i had been looking up. i told her how everytime i think about it becoming a reality, i get scared and feel stressed. it's weird. i think i'm afraid i can't do it. it's nice to have a dream, but if you work on your dream becoming a reality you just may fail. if you do nothing at least you still have a dream. katie said you can do anything if you really want it. you can make it happen. she said it almost vehemently. it's something that i believe too. i needed a reminder. most worthwhile things don't fall in your lap. you need to work and sweat and hope and fear and go out on a limb to make them happen. you may have to sacrifice things and you have to try even if you might fail.
we walked along the beach until the cement ended and then turned back and walked back up departure bay rd. we talked about the family's finacial situations and how mom has to move from here and what her options are, and i asked about dawn bitner (i know that's not how you spell it) because we were passing her old house and i remembered going there for a bbq when i was on my senior sisters mission. i told katie that i always thought of her as don bitner, not dawn. katie said she moved to alberty. i remembered karey and elicia laughing about dawn's deep voice as she sang we thank thee oh god for a prophet. the sky was dark and grey and before we got home it began to rain lightly. jord and kyle swooped by us in the car just as we were walking up to the house. sarah and kyle were over to watch american idol with jord and trace and they had gone out to buy blizzard stuff. a typical jordan treat. he asked me later as i sat nursing a chocolate reces, coconut one if i remembered how we used to always get him to make us milkshakes. "ya," i said, "and orange juliuses." he nodded. we molded him for life i guess. those were the days when he was 'good ol' jord'. it was so nice when he suddenly stopped being our enemy and became our friend when we were younger. i remember the bad babysitting times when he would challenge our authority and we would retaliate and i would hear him crying up in his room and i will always feel bad about the time he just woke up and was cold and kept shutting the sliding door but dad wanted it open so i kept opening it and i pushed him down when he flailed at me. but then suddenly he became good ol' jord. good ol' jord let us torture him so he would be a tough guy one day and gave us bronco rides under water with the flippers on. good ol' jord let us peel his back when he got sunburned. we developed the nut under the door wars. we rough housed for hours. we became dimitri and kermi and shouted at each other in bad russian accents until we were horse. how did this become a walk down good ol jord lane? i'm feeling naustaligic right now. any little thing provokes a rush of memories.
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