Just ain't cuttin it - or should I say unlocking it?

Today was one of those days. I'm sure you've all had them - where something happens that makes you want to cut your head off (if the person upset doesn't cut your head off first) and THEN something else happens to add to the crappiness. Like icing on a crappy cake.

You with me?

Lets hope so cause I'm continuing.

So I'm doing what I do everyday, just being a manager, (which by the way could also be defined as an on call mother - that's my new job in case you are unaware. Same company, now I just run the show instead of being a little peon) and then one of my little peons (bless her heart) tells me that she lost the keys to the med closet.

Wait, WHAT? Say that again?

Yeah, she lost the keys to the med closet. That's when the words rang clear in my head from my manager training: "dealing with meds is probably the most important part of your job" - hmm. And now I can't get to them. Awesome. The health and prosperity of my troubled teens depends on these meds. Again, awesome.

I choose not to get upset with my staff because in reality that would only make the situation worse and we just start to look for them. Can't find them in the girls' house. Not in the staff's backpack or pockets. Not anywhere to be seen. I leave work and go to search my staff's apartment for them. Then said staff starts to think she maybe locked them IN the med closet. Perfect. So I realize at this point in time, after looking in her apartment and having no luck, it's time to get my boss involved. Great.

This is where the story gets better.

I dial. No answer. Just as I'm typing a brief text message, my phone dies. I drive home and think "no big deal, I'll just charge my phone" - I look through my purse and can't find my charger and start to think "what the ($)*%#$" ---- and then it hits me. I left my charger in Idaho this past weekend on a weekend trip (to be blogged about later). Yep, in good old Burley. It's super helpful to me there, three hours away. Just a hop, skip, and a jump right!

At that point, I realize I'm basically dead to the world (such an opportune moment) and so I go see if my FHE dad can be of any help. Thank heavens, I was in luck and he had a device that I could use to charge it. I really wanted to go to FHE so I was happy to know I was still able to (although I don't know why I cared so much, my mind was entirely somewhere else the whole time and I was just sending work texts as my phone charged) - basically my boss told me the girls have to get their meds so I had to do whatever it takes to get into that dang closet. Luckily my staff got her home teachers (of course) to go work their magic and somehow pick the lock along with probably some other crazy shenanigans and they finish just as I drag my roommate and her boyfriend over to help. Haha, whoops. My bad. At least they were willing.... :D

Welp, after alllllll that, the girls got their meds - but the keys weren't locked in the closet after all and they are still missing. So the story isn't totally happy yet. :/ Let's just hope my boss doesn't have to cut my head off tomorrow and they turn up......

This pretty much sums up my emotions for the last 5 hours:

And maybe a little bit of this... just a little...

Cross your fingers for me? Help a sister out? Thanks.

Until next time.

Rockin the red

I did it.

I conquered.

I went for the red lipstick.

For some people, this might be easy.

For me, its...

So bold.

So daring.

But life's more fun when you experiment with the uncharted, right?

That's what I keep telling myself.

Not exactly the best track record...

Yeah, yeah... it's been awhile. I guess my track record hasn't been the greatest in more than one way (the obvious one being blogging or lack thereof)...

Let me explain.

A couple weeks ago, I started cleaning my kitchen and ended up going on a whole rampage and cleaned my whole apartment. Once I got started I just couldn't stop! The honest truth is that I started cleaning in the first place was because I wanted to put my milk in the freezer to make it colder and while I was waiting for it to become perfectly chilled, I thought, "hey why not be productive and do a dish or two" ... well one thing led to another and I just cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and then found my milk frozen solid hours later.... oops. Silly me! Don't worry though, we haven't even gotten to the good part yet. After my cleaning kick ended, I showered and had my nifty hair towel on (pictured here) and saw some trash I needed to take out. I nearly got to the main road in BROAD daylight before I realized I still had my hair towel on! HELLO! I quickly ran and hid in hopes that no one had seen yet so I could take the towel off and then went to throw the trash out. Good thing I dodged those "who the crap is this girl?" looks I know I would have gotten. Although who's to say some people in the Enclave didn't see... yikes.

Oh and let's not forget the splendid occasion earlier this week when I went down to my car in my pajamas to grab something I needed for work, when I realized I needed to buy something at the store for my work meeting and went straight there without thinking..... only to get out of the car and look down at my pajama wearing legs. Mercy sakes! At least they weren't those kind with like red puckered lips all over them or lollipops or something. I mean, cause I definitely own some like that....... ha JUST kidding. And yes I still went in the store because I was not about to turn around when I was already there. It's alright though, I know those people in Smiths that day were diggin my flannels. ;)

I must be losing my mind. Thumbs up for that right?

How to be Hip 101

Meet my dad.

SO hip, right? The mismatched gloves and goggles are quite the number.

As hip as he might look already, lately I've decided it would be fun to teach him some more hip words. This all came about one day when he called me and we had this exchange:

Me: "What up"

Dad: "Uhh what up jiggity home dawg"

Yeah. Jiggity. That's when I knew he needed some help. He tries very hard to go along with me, but usually he makes up words that really just don't work. For instance: bolicious which according to him is a "word that is happenitomy, ya dig?"

....

He also throws out groovy a lot. He'll ask me if I'm groovin and I tell him that the 70s are over and sadly they are not coming back.

So far I have taught him the concept of shortening words - like saying tots instead of totally and he has started using that pretty regularly and it just makes me laugh. The best part though is he said it wrong at first - he was talking to my mom on the phone while I was with her and he wanted her to tell me to be "tots chill" or something and I hear my mom say "tell her to be tots what??" (but pronounced it like tater TOTS). It took pretty much everything in me to not bust up laughing.

Any suggestions of other hip things I should continue to teach him are welcome.

Love you dad! Thanks for making me laugh so much all the time over this new game.

Bachelor becomes real life

Ever felt like you are one of the many girls that a guy is taking out and you're waiting to see if you're gonna win and he's gonna decide he likes you the best?

Sign me up? No thanks.

I'd rather he pick me and only me from the start. Is that so much to ask?

Tell me.

Make that 6!

This is an incredibly happy post because....

SQUIRTLE RETURNS!!!!! with demon fish in tow.

You see, my *slaptastic roommate Kim made the excellent decision to purchase another turtle after our little guy before so abruptly committed suicide. At least, that is what we think, due to the one too many times that I dropped him on his back. My bad. :/

What a surprise when I found out, not only was she getting a new turtle (who of course we are still naming Squirtle), but also some sort of creepy fish I like to call demon fish. His real name is Shark Bait, but I've been calling him demon fish so much that I think Shark Bait may be replaced... sorry Kim. Why do I call him demon fish? Well, just see for yourself.

Pretty sure that explains it. Creepy.

And that is how we came to have six lovely creatures in this humble abode.

*slaptastic has no current definition, but is a combination of the words hilarious, legit, and zombie

Neglected.

It is funny how sometimes when you have more time on your hands you can get less done. So, confession time...

I have not been too busy to update my blog. I just haven't.

Call me a sinner. Call me lazy. Call me whatever you want! This last month I started my new job. I haven't been getting quite as many hours as I would like, however, I think the hours I have gotten could potentially end up being a blessing. For this next month, I only work in the mornings from 6-9 am. This is good for two reasons:

1. It forces to me to get out of bed at a decent hour. Actually an insanely early hour if we are being literal, but nonetheless I'm not sleeping the day away.

2. It gives me the opportunity to easily apply to other full time jobs and work a normal 9-5 day at another job and make millions. Literally. That psychology degree opens me up to some HIGH PAYING jobs, just fyi. Okay so I'm lying, but realistically this will keep my busy and allow me to live more comfortably.

And for those of you wondering, I actually really have been loving my job. The first week I wasn't sure how I would like it, but I look forward to the time I get to spend with my girls. They all have profound mental retardation/hypothyroidism and are so low functioning that they cannot talk, but it's been a rewarding time learning how to communicate with them. It just goes to show that you don't have to talk to someone to really get to know them and understand them. I don't know how appropriate this analogy is, but it kind of reminds me of my old dog Holly. She obviously never talked, but I still felt like she had a cute little personality and spoke in sentences to me sometimes. My girls are the cutest with such sweet personalities and I have gotten to the point where I often know what they are thinking even though they can't say it. I wish I could disclose more, but I actually am really not supposed to talk about my job for confidentiality purposes. We'll see how well I do with that.

So since I work from 6-9 am, you may or may not be wondering what I do the rest of the day. Well, for one, I apply to like 20 full time jobs a day for a few hours each day. But I also have lots more time to read for pleasure, study my scriptures, go to the temple, visit with friends, exercise, clean, interview for jobs, and sing. I also have taken the necessary steps to start volunteering in Mother/Baby at the Hospital nearby, which is going to straight up awesome. So I am filling my time, but why blogging has not been on the list, I do not know.

Hence the update.