Feeling Lucky??

My Sister Lera and other awesome friends have done this post. I won one of them and now it's my turn to return the fun.

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by yours truly. (I think we all know that I love to make stuff... randomly, so this will be a surprise on what I decide to do.)

My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It'll be done this year (hopefully sooner than later.)
4. You will have no clue what it is going to be.
5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? Oh the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me you did will win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!

** Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!

9-5

A small view of my day at work:

The scene starts with Emily and Sariah sitting next to each other at work. Sariah trashes her old 7/11 big gulp from the previous day. And places the fresh chilled big gulp in the big gulp corner of her cubicle. Emily goes to the kitchen and comes back with a large glass of ice water. Emily just had her teeth whitened and was staring at her ice water with fear of hurting her overly sensitive teeth. But the thirst was too much.

Emily-Uhhh, Sari-hole, do you have a straw?

Sariah-Noooooppah.... oh wait, maybe.

Sariah opens her drawers and starts shoving aside Slinky's, cups, file folders, and various toys/work junk that she hasn't touched in a few years. She finds the treasure she seeks, a empty tissue box full with kitchen utensils. Sifting through the forks and knives, she spots a wrapped tube.

Sariah- Yep, I do!!

Sariah holds up the found prize and frowns. Emily looks over interested and then looks back at her cup looking let down.

Sariah- Nope, just chop sicks. Sorry Gibblet.

Emily stares at the icy refreshing beverage. She smacks her lips. Sariah feels really sad that she didn't find a straw in her desk of wonders.

Sariah-Oh, wait!! I have a straw, but you'll have to wash it. It's kind of in the trash.

Emily-Is it in your trash?

Sariah- Yep.

Emily- Your personal trash?

Sariah- Uhh huh.

Emily- I want it.

Sariah slides the straw out of the old big gulp with a long high pitch whirring noise and puts it on Emily's desk. Emily takes the straw and puts it in her cup. Sariah stares.

Sariah- Ehh, what did you just do??

Sariah stares as Emily takes a long drag from the water.

Emily- It was in your cup in your trash right? And they empty the cans every day.

Sariah shakes her head confused and Emily takes another long drag. Sariah looks in her trash bin looking for any disgusting debris that might give her friend Ebola. She remembered that a few days before, Emily and Sariah opened up Glow Sticks and smeared the instant glowing happiness all over the trash bag cover and on post-its under her desk. (Which made that "glow-stick day" one of the coolest days at work. When Sariah got bored or stressed she could just take a look under her desk at her glowing pretties waiting to comfort her.) She remembered that the glow-stick box said toxic.

Sariah- Yes, but they don't always change the bag, and Emily, there was a napkin in there too.

Emily- Your napkin?

Sariah- Yes.

Emily takes another sip. Sariah stares at her computer and tries not to think about what is taking place at the desk beside her. But instead she looks back at her.

Sariah- That is nasty. You have issues.

Emily- You have issues.

Sariah- Not those kind of issues. There are germs all over that.

Emily- They're your germs.

Sariah- They are still germs. Gibbs, you really should go wash that. Disturbing. I'm going to blog about this.

Emily- My new goal is to do something that is blog-worthy every day.

Emily takes another sip.

Emily- Are you going out to eat for lunch?

Sariah- Yeah, you?

Emily- Where do you want to go?

Sariah- Uhhhhhh.

Sariah sends Selina an email, subject line: LUNCHOLIO??! Selina sends back reply: Panda?

Sariah- How does Panda sound?

Emily takes the question seriously and thinks about it for a few minutes. She shakes her head energetically. Sariah's phone beeps a call over and heavy creepy breathing comes on the other end.

Sariah- Jimbob, you're such a nerd.

Jimbob stops breathing like a creeper and laughs.

Jimbob- You two are crazy. I have a transfer for you.

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A few hours later the three were in Sariah's car. Emily was looking at a bag full of food that a friend gave Sariah out of her cupboards.

Emily- Is this from Jen's house? There's a lot.

Sariah- Yep. I have to throw out whats expired still.

Emily- Give it to me.

Sariah stares at Emily in the rear view mirror.

Sariah- Emily, the reason why there is an expiration date on food is so people don't get sick eating it once it goes bad.

Emily stares back.

Emily- People don't get sick, I don't believe you.

Selina- You two are crazy.

--Yep, we are hard workers.

Two years too many.

Yesterday, March 31, was the two year mark of my Mother's passing. This week has been really hard for me. No, the last two years have been hard on me. I seem to be the one who breaks down the most in my family. Sometimes it makes me sad to think that some are moving on, even though that is healthy. I am so grateful for my sisters. I'm grateful for London always asking me how I'm doing. She is always doing the nicest things for me. Mothering me. I'm grateful for Lera. She really is so understanding. She always invites me over. She makes sure that I have everything I need. They both let me be apart of their families. They are the best sisters any one can ask for.

I wish I could be more like both of them. More like my Mother. Being able to laugh easily. Being generally happy and sweet. Unlike them I have always been so accepting of sadness. Sometimes I think my soul was made to weep. I think I was made to weep with others. I know that my Mom did that for me. And I miss so many things that feel like I wont have again.

I miss being able to call my Mom to tell her I'm lonely.
I miss kissing her on the cheek every time I came over and every time I left.
I miss talking with her about my day at work.
I miss being able to sit with someone when the power went out.
I miss feeling guilt to play scrabble with her at 2 AM.
I miss having someone to cook for.
I miss refilling her ice water for the 40th time that day.
I miss watching beautiful men on TV and hearing her funny comments.
I miss watching her move her glasses above her eyes to wipe her tears at church.
I miss helping her run errands.
I miss helping her put her socks on. And on again.
I miss hearing her laugh, especially how she could laugh at me.
I miss feeling like I have parents that I'm close to.
I miss feeling a part of a family, instead of a sisterhood of 3.

I miss her so much.