I realized that I started this blog a few years after I got married and had my first child, therefore no one really knows much about me before then. So at the risk of sounding presumptuous thinking you all may be interested in pre-marriage&babies Raven, I'm going to just go ahead and write a big ol' post about it.
I won't take you all the way back to my birth (Rob got his first speeding ticket before I was even born) but I will start straight out of high school. I graduated with a class of 13 (private school, remember?) and went to college that next fall at Eastern Washington University.
Let me just stop right here and say that the other day, when I was going through my old photos, I realized that I was...quite wild. Not even sure if it was wild in a good way or just...wrong. However, I do know that I had a freakin' blast (from what I can remember, and judging from the photos) and that I basically just ran my life on the sole purpose of having fun.
Which brings us back to college. I went right after high school and moved into an apartment with my good friend Marisa (whose mom happens to be Gunner's pre-school teacher, which is why I think she understands when he brings some toys to school in a Crown Royal whisky bag) but college wasn't fun.
(all images are pictures of pictures, 'cause obviously, this was 10+ years ago)
at my college apartment. most likely smiling because I'm not at school. and I mean, who isn't happy in their college bed...
So I left and did something more fun.
I went snowboarding for the winter. Worked at Mt. Hood Meadows ski resort and instead of lunch breaks, we took snowboard breaks. I lived in a house with two friends and made some of the best memories to this day.
in front of our mountain home, standing by my beloved Navajo. that car got me through lots of rough weather.
After the ski season was over, I moved back home, not quite knowing what I wanted to do. I'm pretty sure I attended a few classes at the local community college, but don't quote me on that. I'd been home for about one month when I sporadically up and moved to Las Vegas. Ten days later, I rented a u-haul and drove myself back home.
Within two weeks of being back once again, I got a job at Meadow Springs Country Club. I had never waited tables before but loved the atmosphere and the people. Drinking on the job was practically enforced and I won't tell you what happened in the storage closet. Good times.
hanging out with work friends
About six months after working at the club, I became a homeowner when I bought my very first townhouse at 21. It was in a new construction community and I loved it. I lived on my own and have very fond memories of my time spent in that little 1200 SF cozy casa.
I mean...I was 21 years old, ok? totally valid excuse for that clothing ensemble.
I met Rob while working at the country club. He had just become divorced and after a few times of him repeatedly asking me out and leaving random roses on my car, I finally relented and went on a date with him. About six months after we started dating, I quit my job at the club and went to work for my dad for the next five years, doing ad design and production for a real estate magazine.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
one of our very first photos taken together. on a trip to LA New Year's Eve, to watch the Rose Bowl the following morning.
I ended up selling my townhouse, made a pretty nice profit which allowed me to pay off my car, my boobs and my Victorias Secret credit card and moved into Robs home (now my home) after we got married. If you're interested, you can read our love story here.
And now here we are, 2013, married for almost 8.5 years and have almost 3&5 year old little boys.
Ahhh, the good ol' days. As much reckless fun as I had back then, I wouldn't trade it for where I am now. An old haggard mother who barely makes it out of her yoga pants more then twice a week.
But, I do still love to let loose every now and then, I mean, that's what
weeknights Vegas is for.