Rulon is dying now too!!!!! ='(
What the crap is going on with my fishies!!!!

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So on Saturday, I managed to successfully make the 54+ deviled eggs. Everyone liked them.

Very UNsuccessfully, my mother fell in the shower that morning in the rush of getting things together in time. She landed halfway out the tub falling directly onto her rib cage. But being the stubborn thing she is....barely being able to walk or breath she continued on with her day and made it to the baby shower and didn't agree to go to the hospital until 8 hours later.

She bruised a few ribs real good and slightly dislocated her shoulder.
She's in a lot of pain.
That is the only reason I am awake and already showered at bloody 6:30 in the morning.
I woke up from her crying and shortness of breath. She could barely speak as she sat on the couch and I felt sooooo bad for her because I can't do anything to make her feel better.

Well actually....I DID find a way to make her feel better.
I prayed.

Now, I get the feeling not many of you are very religious so you may not appreciate some of what I am going to say...But I prayed...and I asked god to sooth my mothers pain to help her catch her breath and to help her get some much needed rest.

And as I was praying I got the idea to have her lay on the side where she bruised her ribs.
I convinced her to try it and instantly....she felt better. She could speak and breath and soon after finally catching her breath, she drifted off into sleep.
And I know that God helped me. He planted the idea into my head to get her to lay down and now her pain is soothed. her breath is regained. and she's finally back to sleep.

its amazing how just believing in something or someone as awesome as God helps a person. Could I have come up with that idea without praying? I don't know. Maybe. But I'm not going to question it. I believe that God is looking out for me and looking out for my mom.

Now if only there was a way for me to be like "God, on the count of three....I want you to completely heal my mother. Onnneeee.......Twwooooo.....THREE!
*Poof*
Healed.
Credits.


I don't think its going to work though.
I just want my mom to feel better. I hate seeing her in so much pain.

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Ugh....I have to make 54--count them, that's right--FIFTY-FOUR Deviled eggs this morning. I also have to get things together for poopy diaper game.

What is poopy diaper game, you ask?!?
Gather 'round and I'll tell you!


ahem...


This is a game often played at baby showers where you take candy bars and melt them into diapers. This gives the effect of a diaper filled with poop. It looks pretty legit if I do say so myself...
Then you number the diapers and pass them around. The people playing the game must look at sniff (and taste if you so dare!) at the poopy diapers to try to guess what candy bar is inside. The person who gets all of/most of them right wins a prize.


It'll be interesting.

I'd tell you more of what I have to do to prep for my brothers baby shower but I really need to get started!!!
lets hope it goes well!

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Decided that know one really wants to read about my physical troubles so I erased everything from that entry.


Tomorrow is my brother's baby shower.
I have to go do a whole bunch of crap for it tonight instead of hanging out with people.
a part of me doesn't mind.

but going on a second date would be much more enjoyable.

alas....I'm off to buy diapers and make deviled eggs and help my mother out in any way that I can.
Maybe we'll get done early!

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I felt like blogging but I don't particularly know what to write about...
hmmmm
I don't know if I mentioned this to you guys but me and my boss made a fish tank out of clear acrylic tube and put a Betta and some Zebra Danio in there...
I catch my self getting distracted as I watch the smaller fish chase after one another.

anyway....that is currently what I've been doing.

I'm really starting to dislike my job. I'm not sure if its because I'm growing tired of trying to sell things that I barely know anything about or if its because my boss is never around to answer my questions...It is so annoying when he's sitting there and I say "Tim?" and he goes "yeah?" and I take a solid minute or so to explain a situation and ask him a difficult question regarding the situation to which he just goes "I'm sorry, what?" (!!!!!)
He doesn't even listen to me when I ask a question!
but then I get in trouble because I'm "being too prideful and don't ask questions" when ever something goes wrong

What the crap?!?!
That's total BS.
I'm sorry if I don't ask questions because I grow tired of having to repeat myself three or four times because you don't listen to me!!! Up until just recently I would tell anyone who asked that I loved my job. That even if I COULD go to another place and make more money that I would stay where I was at because I liked what I did. That is no longer the case.

Ha. So I guess I found something to rant about.

Oh, and can I just say that I love the unexpected?
okay, good.
I love the unexpected!
Three years ago today I never would have thought that I'd be where I am now. I mean....the unexpected can suck sometimes....but it makes a person grow and become stronger. I feel like I've really been tested over the years and there have been times where I've failed and made horrible decisions but I've learned so much from that...and now...I feel like I'm finally starting to make the right decisions. and I'm feeling happy for the first time in a long while.
Its lame to say....but I feel like I'm coming out of a metamorphosis of sorts....and I feel beautiful and free! Much like that of a butterfly, if you catch my drift.

haha. wow....now that I've formed that feeling into words it really DOES sound lame.

I'll just stop making lame metaphors and similes and analogies and what have you and just go back to making money doing something I strongly dislike doing...

Have a great day!

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Ha. Whoops!
I hit 'Enter' by mistake and it posted my blog and all I had was the subject.

But in any case...

I got 7-1/2 hours of sleep last night....which is the longest I've gone without waking up in several months. I feel like I broke a record or something...Kind of like "Who can hold their breath the longest" only "who can stay asleep the longest" and I beat my old record and junks. Yet, I'm still relatively sleepy? Figures.

I would love to rant about something but its kind of a "TMI" topic (particularly for men) so I'll spare you...

--Jeez, what a d-bag customer I just got off the phone with!
Monday's can definitely suck it.

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