Monday, June 26, 2006

big news!

hey bloggers
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let me tell you the hillarious conversation that i had with my four year olf neice this weekend.
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me: hey hannah, wanna know a secret?
hannah: what hemi?
me: i'm going to be a mommy!
hannah [to her mommy]: mommy, hemi is going to have a baby, and i'm going to be the BABYSITTER!! [back to me] hemi, what are you going to name it?
me: hmmmm, i don't know, what do YOU think i should name it?
hannah: hmmm, [pause] i don't know either, maybe you should talk to uncle robby about that.
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okay, i just think that is the funniest thing ever. she's so smart its crazy.
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yes you read that right people, i'm preganant. i'm about seven weeks along (so my baby is only about the size of a raspberry, and acutally that's what we -- okay mostly me -- have been calling it) and i'm due February 7th.
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luckily i've only been sick one day so far (puking my guts out, not so much fun) the good thing is that recently i've chopped all my hair off (kinda like a reverse mullet, its longer in front and shorter in back) so my husband said he didn't have to hold back my hair, becuase there is nothing to hold back. that was friday, and i don't recommend it. but every other day i've been fine. i'm just hungry ALL the time.
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so there's my big news, i'm sure i'll talk about it more on here as things progress.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

jamba jamba


yet another comic from pearls before swine, love it, and i love that stephen pastis is talking about blogging. it cracks me up.
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well the birthday party didn't happen, poor little three year old was throwing up, so it's been moved to tomorrow night. instead saturday was spent at the driving range, going to jamba juice (the most annoying smoothing place ever, we couldn't get out of there fast enough-if you've seen the snl sketch featuring natalie portman and jamba juice then you have an idea of what i mean - sorry i tried to find a link to a clip from that sketch, but i couldn't find it, even on this huge world wide web - that's insane). EDIT: here is the link, someone emailed it to me, so enjoy, i think it's histerical. http://www.vsocial.com/video/index.php?d=19221 no joke, the kids who were working were acting like this, it was crazy.
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then we went to see nacho libre. um, it was okay i guess, it's a rental though. i didnt think it was worth 10 buck each. so netflix it, because it was kinda funny but if you've seen any of the previews then you've seen the movie.
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we we're going to see the lake house last night, but hubby got called by work and we had to cut our date short. lame! oh well.
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any other movies out right now that are worth seeing? or any movies you recommend renting? i just joined netflix so i need to get some movies on my list.

Friday, June 16, 2006

thank gracie it's friday

a nice little comic, hopefully it will be inspirational. i only read two comics everyday, dilbert and pearls before swine, this little pearl ran today. i thought it was appropriate.
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tomorrow is saturday, and i'm going to a three year old's birthday, yes it's that three year old . i'm actually pretty excited about it, it's going to be a princess birthday party, and in two weeks i get to go to my hannah's four year old birthday party, which i am also really excited about.
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for those of you who don't know, let me explain my relationship with hannah. she is my sister's daughter, and i love her to pieces. when my hubby was overseas i lived with my sister, her hubby and hannah. it was around the time that hannah started talking, and she was learning everyone in our families names. she would point to pictures and say, "ama" "papa" "mommy" "daddy" and would NEVER say my name. this was starting to get annoying, i mean i saw this little girl EVERYDAY, should would eat all my french fries and we watched wiggles, and yet she wouldn't say my name.
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one day i was holding her and we were looking at a family picture on my mom's fridge. hannah named everyone, then looked at me and pointed at my picture, "hemi" then pointed to me, "hemi" then pointed to my picture, "hemi" then pointed to me, 'hemi'. like she was saying, stop worrying about it, you have a name, it's "hemi" and you are soo special to me that i have a nickname for you. since then i have always been her "hemi" and i'm sure that when her brother starts talking he will call me hemi as well.
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i will never know where in the heck that girl pulled hemi from. she has the wildest imagination. but i still thinks its cool that my neice gave me a nickname and no one else. we've always had a special bond. now she lives 2 hours away, and i rarely see her. talking on the phone is not the same thing, and she's not much of a phone talker, but she loves listening to the phone.
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well there's the story of how i became hemi.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

forgiveness and stuff

well the boss lady appologized profusely, and things are better. as i was explaining it to a friend while one of my beehives was listening, i said "she kissed my butt" and my beehive responded, "ewwww!!!", so let me clarify. she metaphorically kissed my butt, not literally.
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we both conceeded that it was a misunderstanding, and moved on.
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blah blah blah. so things are better, but i'm still gonna send out some resumes, and if something better comes along i'll jump.
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today was excellent, i went to my parent's ward to see who their new bishop would be. it wasn't much of a surprise, but the counselors were. shock. and three of my young women were visiting the ward and decided to sit with me instead of other kids. its always cool to think that the kids like me. anyways, then off to bellfower for some free food after a cousin blessed his baby. holy cow, the leettle bald head and blue eyes, totally adorable. leetle smile cute cute.
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p.s. just incase you care the title is from a gilmore girls episode, it seemed appropriate

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

bad day/good day

today's post is going to be in the "whine" category. yesterday was a bad day and a good day all rolled into one. bad day=work, good day=birthday party for a really good friend, with *excellent* food.
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let's start with the bad day. its so bad, that i might actually not have a job tomorrow. it will be interesting to see how the rest of today plays out. i'll tell you my side of the story, then i will tell you my bosses side of the story.
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it was 4:30, the time i take the mail everyday. so i grabbed the mail, and my keys and purse because i needed to put something in my car. (i usually walk to the corner, which my boss has told me she doesn't like, but i do it anyways - because i enjoy walking and getting a leeelte sun on my face - plus the mailman comes after 4:30). when i got to my car i realized that it was freeeking hot outside and i was already sitting in my dar, so i drove to the corner, dropped the mail, turned around and parked. i only have 2 pages left until the end of chapter 11 in "Speaker for the Dead", the book i am reading right now (i highly recommend it-Gabe don't listen to a word i said about it before, it's excellent), so I figured i would take a leeetle break and read for a few minutes. i looked at the clock because i didnt want to take too long. it was 4:32. so i finished the pages, and it was only 4:40, not too long. so i got out of my car and walked into my office building. my boss was standing right inside the door waiting for me, she said she was watching the mailbox to see when the mailman would pick it up. i went to my desk, and worked, and then worked for an hour overtime. this morning i came into the office and there was a letter telling me her views of yesterday's activities.
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[this is her letter, the parantheses are my comments] i have requested that you take the mail to the post office each day. you have argued the issue several times that it is uneccessary because the mailman picks up the mail between 4:30 and 5:00 pm. (he does, i talk to him all the time, and he sometimes waits for me) you expressed you like walking to the mailbox for the exercise (i really do, and whenever i have to go upstair i ALWAYS take the stairs). on june 5, 2006 you announced that you were going to the post office (wrong, i said i was "taking the mail"). you left with your keys and drove to the mailbox on the corner, deposited the mail, did a u-turn and pulled into the south parking lot and waiting for 12 minutes before entering the building. i watched the mailbox until 5pm and it was not emptied. so all the mail deposited in the box sat until tuesday and will have a tuesday date stamped on it. i placed mail in it during the weekend that i expected to be out today and date stamped as such (what does that have to do with anything? *i* dont work on sundays, that's not my fault) please advise me in writing why you drove to the corner mailbox and then sat in your car for 12 minutes.
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okay, it does look kinda bad, but it wasn't. it's not like i was trying to make her think i was going to the post office, but wasnt. but why in the crap was she WATCHING me in the first place??? my letter back to her was twice as long, so i wont write it all again, but here are my two main points to her:
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"I cannot interpret what is worng with sitting my car (although it wasn't for 12 minutes, when i parked it was 4:32 and when i got out it was 4:40) You have told me on many occasions that i have two 15 minute "breaks", which i never take. i do not see anything improper with this behavior. what is the damage with taking a break when it is needed?" ...and...
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"I do not appreciated the distrust, doubt and suspicion. how can i work for an employer who supposes that i am a liar. it hurst my character to the core."
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seriously, people get their mail, what's the big deal? i dont care whether i go to the corner or to the post office. what i do care about it the fact that my boss was WATCHING me take the mail because she did not trust me when i said that it was getting picked up. i wasn't lying. i see the mailman there ALL the time. and i can tell when the mail hasn't been picked up, because the boxes are full, and it sometimes is hard to get more into them.
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i really don't think i can continue to work for her is there is no trust.
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on an up note after i worked an hour overtime, i went to a birthday party for a friend at Benihana's (how in the world do you spell that??). excllent food. good company. perfect end to a CRAPPY day (i still say that all good days should end in ice cream, yerstday it ended with ice cream cake from Coldstone).
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well, my boss is in court this morning, i left my letter on her chair, i wonder what her response will be. i talked to my hubby for like 5 seconds this morning, but he did give me the okay to quit if i need to.