Week 8. Vignette

I was getting annoyed because my boyfriend wouldn’t stop texting me when it was our girl’s night out. Once a month, some of my closest girlfriends and I get all glammed up and hit the town. This month we took a little trip to the Old Port. We went to dinner and began bar hopping. We ended up at Oasis. By 12:00 there wasn’t an open seat to be found. I could barely maneuver myself throughout the people to get to the bathrooms. The dance floor was packed with overly drunk girls, wearing overly short skirts. There were another group of girls celebrating a 21^st birthday. The birthday girl looked like she drank one to many cherry bombs. Most of the men were around the edge of the dance floor creeping on girls, hoping for a one-night stand. All I could smell was the PBR that was previously spilled onto my lap, which smelt disgusting. 

Ashton: Week 7 Theme

Growing up I always looked up to my older brother, Ashton. I know many younger siblings may say the same thing about their older brother or sister, but he has greatly impacted me throughout my life. Ashton is four years older than me so I have seen him make many mistakes and make a lot of great accomplishments.

Ashton is the type of person who when they make a mistake, they learn from it and never make the same mistake twice. For instance, Ashton had to work the day after the 4^th of July last year and knowing this he still proceed to go out drinking with my cousins. The next morning, even though he was extremely hung-over, he still went into work at 6am. I believe he showed great responsibility because even though it was only a part time job, he took it very seriously.

Ashton learned at a young age that he would have to work for what he wanted. He works harder than any other 25 year old I know. He started working at Home Depot when he was 18 years old and he recently just became head of the hardware department. He worked very hard and showed his dedication, which got him to higher positions. Ashton not only works full time at Home Depot but he also contributes to our dads business, R.A. Gourley & Son. He works a minimum of 60 hours a week. By working as much and as hard as does, Ashton was able to buy is first house.

My brother is also very protective of my sister and I. He is always there for us even if we were in the wrong. When my brother left for his first year at the University of Maine, our sister’s boyfriend died in a motorcycle accident. Wayne was not only our sister’s boyfriend but he was one of my brother’s good friends. As devastated as my brother was, he showed great strength by being there for my sister.

The older we get, I feel like we get closer and closer. Ashton has always been someone who I can completely depend on. Last year when my ex-boyfriend (Aaron) and I broke up, He was the one who came and got me. That same night, with no hesitation, he helped me move out of our apartment. With what took us 2 days to move in, it only took Ashton and I one hour to pack up his truck. He was there to support me when Aaron came home to me taking everything. I couldn’t have handled everything without him.

I am very proud of my brother and all the things he has accomplished and tought me. I sometimes think he is not given as much credit as he should. Ashton is not only a great role model but also a great brother.

The Jenkins Farm: Week 6 Theme

I remember playing in the apple trees and building small cities in the sandbox. I spent a lot of my childhood at the family farm. The Farm was a place to get away to relax and also a family landmark where we would come together.

When driving up the driveway, the first thing I notice is that one of the apple trees was missing. I ate a lot of apple out of that tree. Beside the trees were the remains of what used to be the garden. It used to be filled with green beans, cucumbers, tomatoes and carrots.

We parked the car right next to the garage where we always park. Just like always, as soon as I got out of the car I ran to the outhouse in the garage. I always hated using the outhouse because I was always scared a spider would be down in the hole. The outhouse was exactly like I remembered; dark, cold, and spooky.

When I got done in the bathroom, as I made my way inside, I saw the old sandbox I used to play in. I remember trying to make the whole sandbox like beach sand by sifting out the larger rocks; I usually tried this while my aunt and uncles played horseshoes.

As I opened up the squeaky old screen door to the porch, a rush of memories came rushing back. I saw the worn out canvas sports chairs and smelt the old mustiness of 75 years of history. It made me feel very comfortable and relaxed.

When I made my way into the kitchen it reminded me of all the great memories I had throughout The Farm. My grandmother and I would make angel food cake topped with cool-whip and mandarins for my birthday. Or when all my cousins and I would set up the dominoes all in a row, just to knock them over.

Being at The Farm makes me feel at home and helps me remember all the great times my family and I shared there. That was the last time I was able to visit the Farm because it was put on the market. No one every thought that The Farm would be no more, but I do know everyone will remember our family gatherings and memories shared there.

Transportation. Week 5 Theme

 Before taking drivers Ed I had never been behind the wheel of a car. During the course I became surprisingly comfortable driving. I loved to drive. I couldn’t wait to get my license and be able to drive everywhere. Growing up I watched both my brother and sister going through the same experience. The only advice they gave me was pray you don’t get “the women”. They said she was a grumpy old woman, who never passed anyone. They also told me not to worry about it though because there are many other instructors and she is the only that is mean.

Today’s the day! The day that’s going to change everything! I obviously woke up really early because I was so excited to get my day started. I remember my mom made me a special day breakfast, which consisted of my favorite, dropped eggs on toast.

My dad went with me down to Ellsworth to the DMV. Remember to use your mirrors. Oh and don’t forget to buckle your seatbelt. My dad knew I was wicked nervous, so I guess that was his way of calming me down. I saw the DMV in the distance, it made me that much more nervous.

We went in and signed in. The DMV wasn’t what I had expected. It was an extremely large room with about 50 chairs on one side and cubicles on the other. There were many other young people they’re waiting to take their driving test also. We watched people come and go, and then they called my name, Cassandra Gourley…(women’s voice)

Oh my god. I became completely paralyzed. It was “the women”. This is not happening right now, it can’t be. At that point, I knew it wasn’t going to be the day Cassandra Gourley got her license. As I walked towards the women to head outside to my car, I felt myself slowly dying.

Turn right at the light please. You can take the next left. All right, now you can park right there in between those two cars. This was it I thought to myself, now don’t fuck this up. I went in for the parallel park and every inch of my body began to sweat. I checked my mirrors, lined my car up, put it in reverse, turned my steering wheel to the left, and started backing up. And just like that, I succeeded perfectly. Man am I good or what!

There she goes. She pulled out a piece of thin yellow paper out of her enclosed clipboard. I got it! I got it! I couldn’t believe it. I tried to act like I didn’t notice, like I had full attention on the road and tried so hard to not to let her see me smile. Now turn onto Church Street at the next left and continue back to the DMV. My anticipation was growing out of control. I pulled into the first parking spot I saw and threw my shifter into park. Congratulations Cassandra, you now have your license. YES! YES! YES! My cheeks started to hurt because my smile was so big. Thank you so much, as I shook her hand.

I jumped out of my seat and ran inside to find my dad awaiting my return. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up and I knew he was proud of me. I got it! 

4am and im wake...really.

This is when im most productive. When i can't sleep i definitely dont waste my time laying in bed trying to fall asleep. So instead of struggling to sleep, I worked on my tee-shirt design. 

(every year my family walks in the ALS walk in bangor. My grandfather died of ALS so we walk as "Phillsey's Patrol in memory of him.)

Well for the past couple of years i have designed our tee shirts and im very excited about next years. (2011 Walk)

Back^

Front^

I also worked on another tee shirt design for our annual ball toss tourney. Every year my family goes to Lee, Maine to celebrate the 4th of July. We camp there for about a week right on silver lake with about 6 other families. Its a real good time.

Anyways this year Jane and I won the tourney, so i definitely had to make the shirts good.

I love our moto: Drink. Laugh. Toss

this is what i do in my free time. now i have to attempt to work on my week 5 theme story. Im having a little bit of a hard time coming up with something to write about.