what a way to make a livin...

I. GOT. A. JOB.

yes. thanks to my wonderful friend sandra kushnir. I got the hook up with a really great job!

I will be working the front desk/fitness desk at the Jewish Community Center.

there is so much room for me to grow there as a trainer and just everything I want to do.

I am so grateful to have a job!!!! 

woo woooooo!!

give thanks.

well the time of year is upon us.
the time of leaves, pumpkins, turkeys, crisp air.
but most importantly to me: family.
on Thursday we will all gather together in my moms living room that has been transformed into a small restaurant dining area. 
the classic blue and white china, goblets, and cloth napkins adorn the table tops.
before dinner-the ads will be shuffled through, tastes of all the food will be had, and sports will be playing in the background.
we all gather around the table together to eat the 
homemade stuffing, potatoes, and turkey.
after all is said and done, the food is gone-bellies are full-naps have been taken
but one thing remains. 
the spirit of Thanksgiving. 
I am so grateful for everything in my life. family. friends. bryce. love. and my Savior.
I pray that we all remember the love that is shown during the holiday season-and try to live that love all year round.

Ted.

today on my way home from school I took a little detour.
as I drove and winded through the avenues I came across Harvard Ave.
my grandpa's old street.

happy veterans day grandpa. I love you. I miss you.

hate it or love it.

it was a hot July night.  Normal for most people. filled with drive in movies and snowies.
for me. it was a night of lasts.
as far as I knew it.. this was the end of that summer for me.
the end of "I love you's". the end of goodnight texts. the end of being walked to my car.
but one thing stuck out to me that night.

"hate it or love it

the underdogs on top.."

played from the small radio on the nightstand.
we stood there. hoping this wasn't the moment but knowing it could no longer be delayed.
"you ready?" in my heart I was saying "NO!"
the last kiss.  it still lingers on my lips sometimes when memories fleet into my soul.
so 50 cent... I had to kiss him goodbye. hate it or love it.