11th Day Of Christmas: ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the day before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse.
But yet I heard a knock at the door..
Who could it be, a delivery for me!?
I went to see but whoever was there,
was there no more.
Was it a sound in my head
or just a spirit in the air;
something telling me it’s time to prepare.
As the man in the family had to work half a day,
I decided there was no time to play.
My crock pot was lined and ready for use.
I pulled out the carrots, potatoes, and moose.
(Just kidding it was a roast.)
As the roast was cooking and made the room warm,
what better to do than pick up my dorm?
I did the dishes and made the bed,
took the garbage out and was ready to be fed.
Dinner was served and deserved.
The leftovers preserved..
We exchanged gifts full of if’s and thrifts.
Next up was a safe travel from here to there.
Munchies were bought and lottery tickets were a thought.
I had to buy them even though not everyone wins.
For even a dollar would secure me a new set of bobby pins.
We visited Ashley and surly but not lastly
watched the end of Home Alone which was very catchy.
Christmas Vacation was up next..
but I got a text.
Dad had made Gramma Aggie bars;
they’re a family favorite of ours.
From there to here after a quick drive,
to mom and dads house we did arrive.
Thanks to Sony and Un’s bogus phony bologna,
we finally watched The Interview
and then mom and I wrote this rhyme for you.
For now ’twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a kitty was stirring;
for purring they were with such delight
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!

Written by Orianah Fast & Julie Fast

My “Thanks” Giving

orinickI was more excited than I have been in the past about Thanksgiving. Not because I really care about the heritage because lets be honest, the white people probably would have froze to death if the Native Americans wouldn’t have saved them. It’s been far too long since I’ve actually heard the accurate version of the “first” Thanksgiving but that isn’t what this post is about. Moving on.

nicklogBut I was excited because I’d get to see my family. Moving an extra hour away recently and all three of us kids are officially adults living our own lives, it’s hard to stay as connected as we used to be. So, getting together on Thanksgiving was really special for me this year even if it was only a few hours.

These pictures aren’t necessarily the most attractive you’ll ever find but they definitely summarize the three of us and our sibling-hood to a “T.” I also noticed looking through my pictures that I need to take more of my parents. I was busy taking pictures of my brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandma that I didn’t get a chance to snap one of my parents together. Christmas is in a few short weeks so I’ll have to make a point of doing that then. I hope you and yours had a very Happy Thanksgiving and I want to send out a special “Thanks” to my mom for making a delicious Thanksgiving dinner!

sibs

Christmas In July.

10488215_10152518733063363_7056823897675192397_nI wanted to post some of my favorite pictures from the holiday weekend. Or, week I should say. The last Sunday in June through July 3rd, we stayed at a quaint little Catholic bible resort through the Diocese of Crookston. I’m assuming the Diocese has camps for kids that run throughout the summer based off of all the hand-written and carved names in the lodge. But for this 4-day getaway, it was reserved for our extended family only. No one else.

10442440_10152518723093363_715589565184503715_nUnfortunately the first two days were filled with chilly off and on rainy weather. It definitely got everyone’s spirits down because for most of us, it’s the only time that we’ll get a vacation in the calendar year. I’d like to say that we made the most of it, which we did, but we definitely got restless watching the white caps form on the little lake knowing that it was too rough for canoes and too cold to swim.
10446556_10152518802578363_3928342290805872018_nWednesday came as soon as it could. The weather let up and the real fun began! Fishing, swimming, driving a boat for the first time, finding out that I possess zero sense of balance in a canoe, laughing, scavenger hunts, s’mores…the list goes on.

Thursday we packed up and headed down the twisty road to Lake Itasca. We mosied our way through the biggest state park that I’ve ever been to. Checked out the beach, visited a pioneer cemetery and crossed the Mississippi Headwaters. It was really beautiful and peaceful.

10400844_10152518740063363_8975642485060600810_nFriday we traveled a bit further to Bemidji to see C’s sisters and nephew. The town had a carnival going on for the 4th of July. I can definitely tell that I’ve grown up and slightly outgrown the fair scene. I still like it. I love hearing the kids laughing and the rides spinning. I still laugh when the carny’s attempt to sweet talk you into playing a game. But man oh man, I don’t miss the crowd. I don’t miss the push and shove and the nasty looks if you’re in the way. When we were younger we must have been too excited to notice the amount of people crowded into such a small dirty area.

10418425_10152518751188363_6484200687791014883_nSeeing C’s nephew was an absolute delight. He’s 3 1/2 now and hilarious as can be. We watched the fireworks right on shore of Lake Bemidji. They were beautiful and he loved the heck out of them!

I won’t bore you with much more. I kind of just wanted to mention the highlights of our trip because memories so quickly become forgotten. I hope you had a happy 4th with friends and family.

Follow me on Vine to see a few 6-second videos from our trip @orianoelle!

A Mini Auto-Bio.

lgoI finally updated my “About Me” section. Included is the below text. I wanted to share a brief synopsis of my life. I don’t have a sob story and my life hasn’t been full of whimsical travels or anything; but I do have one, a life that is. I have a story. And through this blog; I plan on bringing my story to life. Bring my perspective and my thoughts to the surface. I plan to find me and this is the preface:

I’ve decided to start this new blog for the year twenty fourteen. I haven’t really made up my mind on the exact purpose but I just knew that I needed a fresh start and a fresh outlook. I needed to reassess my life and the way I was perceived based on the lack of life that I put out into the world. I’m on the track to find myself through writing and through living.

I was born and raised in a dinky area near the Canadian border known to most as Roseau, Minnesota. Anyone from that area knows that you’re really not from Roseau; everything around there is pretty much known as the ‘surrounding area.’ For awhile we lived in Salol but finally settled in the country near Wannaska, enjoyed our winter sledding in nearby Malung.  Spent summers in Hockeytown, USA (Warroad) and went to school in Roseau. We were rivals with the Warriors and the Gators but knew everyone from here, there, and in between. 

Looking back, I really miss the shit out of that place. I miss the people, the friends, the freedom. I miss the happiness and the school. The teachers and the sporting events. I miss my grandparents and the restaurants. I miss the memories. I miss it all.

When I was in 9th grade, we migrated to an even smaller town (more like village) called Viking, Minnesota. The same surrounding area thing occurred here. We were a mile from “town,” school was 15 miles (or 8 minutes if you know how to drive on country roads) over in Newfolden. Most everyone who needed or wanted a job would circle over to Thief River or Karlstad which funny enough are in opposite directions. We’d go to the fair in Warren and party by Old Mill.

Reminiscing about my high school days aren’t as enjoyable as my Roseau life. I had a fine time. I made friends, got into trouble, and acquired my fair share of memories but I didn’t love it. I was and always will be the outsider, the new kid. My summers weren’t filled with friendships and no one called me or wanted to hang out with me first. I was usually a last resort. Switching schools mid-high school isn’t really something to brag about unless you plan to be an all-star athlete. Life long friendships had already formed and your lucky to squeeze yourself into a long lasting circle of confidants.

It’s the past though and it’s a period of life that I firmly believe helped form me into the person I’ve become. 

Since high school and actually during, I attended college in Thief River. Due to the uneducated staff and quality of academic standards in Marshall County Central; I really had no clue what I wanted to be when I “grew up” so I just opted for my A.A.

I sometimes bitterly wonder where I’d be in life if we had stayed in Roseau. The school was better, I excelled in all my classes, I was in a great group of friends, all of that. I don’t like to think about it often because than I instantly feel guilt. We moved because my mom had been making a long commute to and from work daily for years and it had taken a toll.

I don’t resent my parents for moving, how could I? I love them. They did what was best for our family structure. It just really blows that I have constantly had the “what-if” jingling in my ears for years.

Setting that aside, I met the love of my life the summer after high school. We’ve gone through rough patches where the pain and distress in our relationship was worse than an amusement park ride derailing. Thankfully, we’ve been one of the few couples that have fought and fought hard. There were many and I mean many times where we had no one to believe in us. Our families, in their own right, “knew” it wouldn’t last and quite frankly probably wanted it to end. Through the years we’ve lost friends and I myself pushed a lot of people away because of love.

In short, we made it. We pushed through the hurricanes, the tornados, and the tsunamis. I really am not sure where my family currently is on forgiveness and acceptance but it’s a process. There were moments that I am not proud of and there are moments that Channing wishes he could take back but the past is the past. It stays there for a reason. 

What really matters is what is deep in our hearts. We make each other laugh, we see each other through the toughest and the best of times. We care for each others lives and the people in them. We are stronger because of our past and we look forward to another 5 years 9 times over.

I want to one day be a mom of two sweet, healthy, little babies, live in the country in a beautiful home with hundreds of acres of land. I want to have two dogs and a cat. I want my children to go to a good school and be raised with love, morals, and respect. I want to dream. I want to write. And I want to travel.

That being said; those are really the key points involving the people in my life. I live for my [family] parents, brothers, and Channing. They are my world. I have many dreams and goals both personally and professionally. You’ll get a peek if you just bare with me.

Smile Kid!

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When I volunteered to take my brothers senior pictures, I didn’t realize how much of a challenge it was going to be. I’ve loved taking photos for as long as I can remember but I’ve never felt comfortable taking pictures of people. I guess I never went and sought out models so I never really had any practice. I have primarily focused any and all picture taking towards landscapes or flowers or buildings, stuff like that. Anything but people. And I’ve loved it. I take pride in my eye for a good picture and spend a lot of time on editing to make each photo just right.

looking up

But when I finally took some time tonight to check out the pictures Logan and I took this summer, boy oh boy was I in for a challenge. The sun was our biggest challenge. Although it was an absolutely beautiful day, that meant hot, rosy cheeks for my brother. I’m taking my time on the pictures though to be sure not to butcher them or wash out his face.

It’s a great learning experience, that’s for sure. Once I finish this bout, I’d like to assess the results and improve my skills. If I’m being honest with myself; I’m a little disappointed because I pride myself in seeing things just right. And out of a hundred or so photos, only a handful are actually going to produce quality work. I hope he likes them or we’re in big trouble!!

I’ll update with more photos once I finish but here’s a sneak peak.

bench

If You Were An M&M, What Color Would You Be And Why?

If I could choose a word to describe my day, it’d be ‘discouraged.’ I’ve had such an off blah day that my New Years optimism has completely dwindled down to nothing.

The highlights of my day included waking up feeling like crap and being unmotivated to do anything. My throat was sore from coughing all night and I could barely breathe out of my nose. Even though I went to bed last night around 8 o’clock, it only felt like a 20 minute cat nap. Work was just work, nothing crazy different occurred other than coming in a little late to try and feel better. I’ve lacked motivation all day in regards to getting ample liquids and eating a balanced diet. I think I’m stuffed full of candy and McDonalds on this fine Tuesday. And I’m too unorganized to do anything tonight. Mreh.

Enough complaining.

logan

I think I’m going to just lounge and hang out on the couch until it’s time to turn in for the evening. Some people would take this opportunity to turn the day around but we weren’t all born with that go-getting attitude.

I will be giving my youngest brother a call though. That’ll brighten my day a bit since he’s such a goof. He has a big interview coming up so we’re going to be practicing some interview questions and etiquette. I guess there is a light at the end of the tunnel after all. It makes me feel needed and bright that he knows I’m confident in and good at something since we don’t always see eye to eye.

Tomorrow is hump day, see ya then.