A Little ♥ and Soul

So, I just ordered some pizza via the internet at dominos.com. I'm pretty sure they're going to hate me for making them work late and getting the idea to feed myself probably a little past energy expiration date. Oh well. I guess now is not the time to stiff them on the tip. Right? Anyway, not a whole lot has been happening. My friend Dolores and I went to a Single Adult Ward in SLC last week. We were a little surprised. Most of the people that are regular ward attendees were my dad's age. It is what it is I guess. What else? 3 cashiers reached their exit date at work. And one of the newbies was moved to another department because it seemed like she was a little intimidated by the point of sales system we use. Needless to say, the schedule has been re-vamped. Hopefully the new cashiers will get their numbers soon. Uhm....that's about it. A few things that I don't want to relive in cyberspace have happened. I'm still upset about the whole thing. But hopefully, th

So, I find myself awake at 1:00 in the am wondering why in heck I'm still awake when I have to be up and dressed for work by 7:30 am. First, it all started with finishing my laundry late. Then, I went to WinCo to buy a few groceries so I can eat lunch this week. Now, in my attempt to go to bed and keep my eyes shut, I came downstairs to drink a little water. Instead, I cracked open a Cherry Coke. Why you ask? Well, I was feeling little stomach ache-y and flat Coke usually does the trick. Now, I'm just awake. Eating some of these. Horrible, I tell you. And yes, they are all tangerine flavored. Well, my favorite one right now is the tangerine flavored Jelly Belly...and the rambling wants to continue, but I... must ...fight it... Ugh...okay. I am going to down some water to dilute the mass amount of sugar I've inhaled in the past hour. ....hopefully I'll sleep tonight. wishmeluck.

My niece, Alena, was baptized yesterday. Which also means that I have officially been Utah for a whole 8 years. Time has almost flown by. Srsly. Anyway, Alena is so excited to be a new member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (go to the link to see what we believe). After her confirmation, a counselor from the Bishopric had her stand up on a chair to see the rest of us a little more clearly. I can't really remember what he was talking about exactly, but the Spirit was strong enough that even this newly baptized little girl had tears in her eyes. It was indeed a tender moment. My Uncle Bobby, who's really my 2nd cousin, got up to bare his testimony. Apparently, he was super inactive for a lot of years and when he got of the Air Force, he met someone who knew my Grandpa John - who, coincidentally, was his cousin...I think - and my grandpa took Bobby under his wing and helped him come back to church. My Grandpa John was super inactive for many years and got into

Ever since I could remember, I have LOVED books. Not only reading them, but the smell of the paper. Especially old ones. Whenever I find a quirky little used bookstore, the first thing I do when I walk in is take a deep breath. I guess that's why whenever I move to a new city, one of the first things I do is get a library card. That way I can go at my leisure and stay for hours absorbing good literature and taking in the smell of all the old books and paper. Seriously, folks, the smell of paper is an addiction for me. I suppose it has to be a certain kind of paper. You know...aged really well or just a nice crisp clean smell. Also, if I'm in the library the books that have gotten the most "love" make my heart glad because not only does that mean people actually read but that it will inevitably smell like heaven. *Unless it's grossly misused and abused by people who don't respect any sort of literature* Also, another love of mine is anything crafty. So when I

Dear Mom, You've been gone 12 years now and I miss you just as much as I did when you left this earth to live with our Heavenly Father. Life has been hard since you've been gone, but I'm sure you know. Yesterday, on your anniversary, I went to lunch with Felisa and visited Stephen and his wife, Shauna in Salt Lake. Who would have thought that almost all us adult siblings would live within an hour's drive of each other? In Utah, no less. We didn't really talk about you, but I'm sure that we were all thinking of you. My heart ached for you a little bit more. I thought of you on Sunday, since it was the day of the week that you passed away. During the Sacrament, I thought of you and everything you taught me about the Gospel, about Jesus, about facing your fears, about forgiveness. When it came to the bearing of testimonies, I was already crying. Half due to allergies and half due to thinking of you and missing you. I was always the sensitive one. Dad's ex-wife

I am up extraordinarily late for a Saturday night/Sunday morn. I probably should have been to bed about 2 1/2 hours ago, but instead, I got swept up in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows Part 1 and looking at all the blogging beautiful-ness that abounds on the Internet. Anyway, I got to thinking about talents and such while looking at all the blogs that I follow and I've come to the conclusion that I am far less crafty/creative than I want to be. So in my quest of getting a little bit of me back and in the name of the Year of Expression, I am going to get back to the things that make me happy. I am far more happy when I am creative and/or creating things. I've started my knitting again this week as well as picking up on my blogging/writing. So, as soon as I find a decent - and cheap - lens for my bargain/steal of a camera body, I will be taking pictures of all the dish towels I've knitted, new things I've learned to cook and new patterns I've learned to sew or cro