Grateful for employment!!

Today I got called into my bosses office - which let's face it, that is a daily occurrence. I sat down across from him and he said "I have some news to tell you. You might think it's good or bad depending on how you feel about it."

My first thought was that I might get laid off, like so many people in the world now, but that there was going to be a severance pay. This would be bad news.

My second thought would be that we wouldn't have to cut our work day by forty five minutes any more. Which would be great news.

"OK" I said.

"We are wanting everyone to work their full forty hour work week again."



I was so happy!! Bigger paychecks, I was keeping my job, and business is picking up once more. And lets be honest, a thirty six hour work week feels as long as a forty hour work week, but you get less money.

I held my fist toward my boss and waited for him to plant a rock. Which took him a little bit to long to realize what I was doing, making my action seem quite awkward, but I don't care!!

I'm working my normal shift and business is picking up for now.

Today I am beyond grateful for my job. I'm grateful for the home I have to live in. I'm grateful for the blessings of tithing.

Where are the comments??

It's been almost 2 weeks since I've posted my blog stating that you could win stuff.
Home made stuff.
Free stuff.
Made by moi.
Just saying.
Out of shame of no one wanting the goods.
I am cutting my losses tomorrow.
And will stick with those 2 people that signed up.
sigh.
bigger sigh.

SNICKETY SNICK!!

This weekend I went and watched X-men Origins:Wolverine. Twice.
It was awesome and honestly it passed the geek test!! Not only was this a 2 hour show off of Hugh Jackman's completely deliciously beefy sweaty body the cinematography was beautiful.


I am a proud geek. I religiously watched the X-men cartoon series in the early 90's. I normally take a bowling name of X-girl. I read fan-fictional stories online. When the Wolverine Origin comic book came out when I was in my teens, I was one of the first in line to get the comic book. (I forgot my money in the hype and had to read it with a friend that bought it.) The beginning of this movie is what was in the comic book. Wolverine's father, bone claws, and overcoming sickness where all in this said wonderful comic. And it brought an awesome factor that has been missing from my X-men obsessed life.

Later I found out that x-men was going to be a movie. I practically peed my pants in the excitement but then I found out that my favorite X-men character wouldn't be in the films. Gambit, the hot Cajun speaking, thief of more than women's hearts, gambler, and able to manipulate kinetic energy,man. Gambit also has a hypnotic charm, which was never going to be shown to the masses. After the movies 1,2, and 3 came out, I was having x-men withdraw so I bought the x-men cartoon series on DVD. Every Season. Then there were rumors about an origins movie. Hugh Jackman played the lead, which meant Wolverine would be AWESOME once more. There were also rumors about Gambit being in the film!!! Yay!


But it wasn't just Gambit, it was Sabretooth (and I was glad that he wasn't sporting a lions mane and loin cloth!!), Bolt, Deadpool (played by the ultra-sexy Ryan Reynolds), the blob, Agent Zero aka Maverick, Wraith, Silverfox, Striker, Emma Frost, and every one's boy hero, Cyclops.

***Spoiler below. Don't keep reading if you don't want to!!
I don't want to ruin anything for those that haven't seen the movie, but I just have to say that Silverfox's mutant powers are not the same as in the comic series. And that her "sister" being Emma Frost, is not correct in the least. Also the guest apperance of Xavier was a little creepy! He looked a little Michael Jackson-ish with his CGI facial features while he was trying to round up the children into his jet. Just saying.

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.

Cinderella...almost

This Sunday I went to my friends church. I've never been there before but I heard it was one of the biggest University wards so I wanted to test it out.

I was walking down the hallway headed to the Chapel and there was a very large group of men in front of on of the the doorways, of course this is the route that I took. Avoiding the men in the pastel "Easter egg" ties I start to gently pass by the most handsome men with their dark, bold, and/or manly ties. And what should a girl do when she is surrounded by a group of good looking princes in suits??

Loose a shoe.

I put my foot back into the shoe and took a step. I shouldn't have because when I did the shoe stayed where it was and I almost feel flat on my face.

It was stuck in a hole made for the door to lock into. I pulled my shoe out of the ground with a small popping noise and was surprised to see another person's hand touching the shoe too.

"Well hello Cinderella" he said with a charming smile. And then he saw me.

He looked from my fishnet legs up my black skirt, black top, and the black and white striped scarf tied around my neck.

"Umm, Cinderella who wears only black." He said confused.

He started to summarize my outfit and his voice started slowing down to where I almost couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Black shoes... black...dress...Black.......scarf...Black...makeup." (I'm guessing he was talking about my eyeliner because everything else was some shade of natural pink.)

He continued, "And...Black...shoe...."

I took the shoe out of his hand before he started commenting on my jewelry. I gave a confused courtesy laugh and waited for him to finish his never ending sentence but his face turned beet Red and he left quickly. I stood there holding my heel.

It could have been the beginning of my magical fairy tale, but it wasn't.