The cat's tail fell off. He was gushing blood from his mouth and just about everywhere else. No one cared. It was horrific. Then I woke up.
I suppose this is what I get for picking on the orange mammal right before bed and after a day of seeing a million lizards in the wild.
I had planned on driving back up to Cougar Town this afternoon, but when I woke up, so did my headache, so I'm in Santa Horhe until tomorrow afternoon, which works out better anyway because the Avon lady is supposed to be dropping some stuff off this afternoon and I need to go to Khol's as well as Target to finish off my Bride's maid's outfit (who in their right mind even thinks about owning a white skirt?) and grab a little something for the bride.
This is my third wedding in three weeks. Lucky me, though, it's the only wedding (so far) this year that I have been asked to be a maid for. Before the summer is out, I'll have three more wedding receptions to attend.
It's begining to feel as if everyone else is moving on with life. This time last year I cared a great deal about that, but this year I'm quite content with my single status and even find that I don't want to move on (yet). This is a good thing.
So, now, for the rest of the afternoon I get to finish up boxing up my bedroom so that my parents can switch my sister into here and me into hers. She needs the space; obviously I do not since I don't even live here anymore. Still, I'm quite done with packing and grateful that I'll have about three months break before I have to do it again.
Which reminds me. I still have that phone call to make.
The other day I got an email from Univeristy Communications. Now, normally, I don't even bother reading those. I mean, heck, I don't really care what the University is trying to communicate to me. Generally I don't miss anything by not reading their emails. However, this one email was different. Something made me open it. Some presence (perhaps just a kink in my trigger finger) made me click that button. And now I'm signed up for Geology 101 Summer term because, frankly, I think it'll rock (pardon my pun). I get to go on one hike a week (yea!!) and never step foot in the Grant Building of Terrors! Woooooooo!!!
This is me getting ready to be in shape to walk a mile to campus each day come Fall. Because I'm moving, you know, and I'm still counting down the days. (Such excitement! I need to find out if Sweet Heart is going to be my roommate again.) Behold, the Muse
Today, during the Sacrament, I was thinking to myself about prayer (actually, to be honest, I was thinking a lot of things, but mostly prayer).
"Myself," I thinked, "prayer is pretty amazing," and Myself agreed. Myself wanted to add that, when prayer is done correctly, everything works out perfectly.
For example, not to long ago I was in need of something but wanted something else as well. As soon as I finally accepted that I could not have what I wanted, what I needed occured and I no longer want what I thought I wanted. I knew the answer for my need, I just didn't know the manner in which it would come to me until I accepted the Lord's will.
Chicken Tenders 1 cup Flour 1 tsp Salt 1/2 tsp Pepper 3 Egg 3 tbs Water 1 box Corn Flakes 1/2 stick Crisco Butter Flavored
Preheat oven to 375. Place Crisco in cookie sheet and put in oven until melted. Remove. Make sure bottom of cookie sheet is comepletely covered in Crisco. (Thaw and) Cut Chicken to desired size. Mix Flour, Salt, and Pepper in one bowl, Eggs and Water in another bowl, and crush Corn Flakes in last bowl. Place chicken in flour mix, cover comepletely. Then move chicken to egg, cover, and lastly to corn flakes. Coat well. Place chicken in cookie sheet with melted Crisco. Cook for 30 minutes, then turn chicken over and cook for another 30 minutes.
Goes great with fresh rolls, green beans, and mashed potatoes!
I'm leaving Santa Horhe tomorrow. For reals. But only temporarily. I'm bored and everything interesting is in my Cougar Town bedroom, so I'm returning tomorrow to grab a few things, possibly be interviewed in one or two locations, read my mail (assuming I have any waiting for me, which is unlikely), and to check on my orchids. Friday/Saturday I shall return to the Hot House, but only for a week tops.
Drama Queen is going home for the rest of the month, so life in Cougar Town will be an improved living.
But I'll also miss my cat and my parents and, sometimes, my sister. So...
Assuming I didn't totally blow it in my few minutes of confused wakefulness, I may have job interview. Soon. Like, tomorrow. Or maybe even today if I call back and say I'm on my way. So, pray for me. I need job. I need money. I need work.
<--- They are up on ebay, should you take pity on me and/or decide you want them. Listed under "Robert Jordan Wheel of Time Books 1-10 + New Spring Robert Jordan Item number: 8417792348" My life is as dull as... umm... a dead light bulb this week. However, I may be going to Blue Bunny with the fam this week (they've been open for like... a year now, but we still haven't made it in), and possibly to Vegas this weekend, but I sort of don't see that one coming through.
And... In less than 2 weeks I shall be officially out of the teens.
Oh, P.S. the 20 is a tentative date for my leaving of Santa Horhe, but I may not leave until the 22. Behold, the Muse
This is the story of a Princess who lived in a cottage in a red forest. It was a different sort of forest where trees were few and rainstorms even fewer, but, after it did rain, the forest had some of the most beautiful flowers the Princess could ever imagine.
The Princess loved her forest and loved living in her cottage. She liked to lie outside on the ground at night staring up at the stars. But, most of all, the Princess loved to be free, to dance in the wind, sing with the birds, and play with the wild animals that treated her as if she was one of their own. The Princess was happy, but she remembered tears and sadness and hurt.
One day our Princess met a Knight. The Knight told the Princess about the World outside; he taught her about walls that few can break, he taught her of trust and becoming tame. Above all, he promised he'd always be there if she needed him.
There came a morning not long after when the Princess awoke to find that the Knight was nowhere to be seen and she became afraid because she knew what lurked out in the Darkness. To fill her time, the Princess began to build a Castle. It was strong and tall, yet not built for comfort but for safety. The Princess left a space for a window facing the North where her Knight had always talked of going. As she built her Castle, the Princess prayed for the Knight to return to her soon because she didn't like to be alone anymore and all the birds and animals had left with the Knight's first arrival. When the Knight returned a few days later, he came baring tales of a distant land, full of exotic greens and blues and interesting people. For weeks this was all the Knight could talk about, as well as his dream to go back. The Princess began to feel threatened by the land in the Knight's tales.
It didn't take long for the Knight to decide it was time to travel again. As he left, the Princess felt even more afraid and vulnerable than she ever had in her life. She planted beneath her window a plant of thorns and briars. It was an ugly thing, but it made her feel protected- from what, she didn't know.
Soon the Knight returned hand-in-hand with a beautiful Lady, bearing the news that they were to live together in a new land with Meadows and Rivers, full of green and everything the Red Forest didn't have. The Princess was deeply hurt by this news; the Knight had broken his promise.
Trapped more than ever, the Princess discovered that her wall of thorns and briars kept not only the Knight out, but her in. She began to long for the days when she could lie outside on the ground at night staring up at the stars, dance in the wind, and sing with the birds. She wondered if she'd ever sing or dance again. She wondered if she even knew how. In due time the Knight and his Lady left to the new land of Meadows, Rivers, and all that the World had to offer. The Princess had never known such feelings of loneliness and captivity. She started to push through the thorns and briars, but only caused herself more pain and more hurt.
One night the Princess had a dream about a White Dragon in the clouds. The Dragon looked at her with pity and tears in His eyes. "It hurts, doesn't it?" the Dragon said to her.
The princess looked down at her arms and the scabs from the thorns. "Yes," she said, "and I don't know how to make it stop. I only want my freedom!"
"Freedom comes at a price," said the Dragon. "What will you give to regain yours?"
"I have nothing to offer," said the Princess, "only my briars and thorns and my castle."
"That is enough," replied the Dragon, and the dream ended.
As the Princess awoke the next morning, she heard the voice of the White Dragon from her dream.
"I am here," said the Dragon. "Will you pay the price for your freedom?"
"Yes!" the Princess exclaimed.
"Then cover your eyes," the Dragon told her, "For My Glory is too great for you to bear."
As the Princess buried her head in her arms, the Dragon breathed a great ball of fire upon the Princess' barriers. The Princess lifted her head once the Flames had gone to look around her. "When you look at the sky," said the Dragon, "look for Me in the stars. When you dance with the wind, remember My voice. When you sing with the birds, sing praises to Me, and when you play with the wild animals, remember that once you were tame, engulfed by flames, and Born again as the phoenix. And when you become afraid of the World and want for protection, call to Me, and I will come." With His last words, the Dragon flew off into the sky. Free at last, the Princess looked around: where once her castle and briars and thorns had stood, the ground was bare save for one Red rose.
A year ago Today, May 6, I had my wisdom teeth removed with one of my five senses still in tact- at least until I passed out (completely) from the pain. A year ago today my jaw was tampered with to the point where I can no longer open/close it without some pain and/or popping. A year ago today, I couldn't even eat ICE CREAM because said jaw was locked tighter than a bank safe after hours. A year ago today was, to date, the worst day of my life, especially when I found out that my friend, who'd had her wisdom teeth taken out at the same time as me, had had a steak dinner with her fiance that very same night.
Not a year ago today, being today (May 6), I sat outside for many hours, until the three-year-old next door started dragging my precious cat around the yard by his leash, at which point I went inside before returning myself and the cat to the outdoors an hour later where we remained until Mother came out to tell me she was leaving for Stake Conference stuff. Cat and I ran inside before Toddler could tourture Cat anymore, but said Toddler remained at my front door for the next 30 minutes wanting in. Peace surrounded me. It was short lived, but the potential chaos that followed was well payed for- $10.00 for an hour and a half where all I had to do was keep Toddler in his own yard and watch him play. Still, I am a bit worn out. And very greatful that I am not the mother of any child because I know I'd not have any energy. The moral of this paragraph? My awe and wonder at all parents increases daily.
My lowest score this past semester is a C+. My GPA now stands at a 3.14. In high school I would have been appalled to get anything less than an A-, not to mention a 3.14. But, this is college, and I'm over it.
My cousin got married today in the Salt Lake Temple. My parents flew north for the occasion and returned this evening. The way things stand (age wise) I'm the next in line, but I totally don't see that happening. Still, it is a scary thought.
I have now finished three season of The Pretender with 2+ months before the last season comes to DVD. I'm somewhat devastated by this and don't know what to do with myself. I mean, there are only so many books in this house left for me to read, and even fewer interesting ones. So, basically, I'm bored stiff. Oh, sure, I could write,but now that I've got the time for it, I haven't got the brains for it. This, obviously, poses a dillema. I need to get back to Cougar Town and I need to find a job. Quick. Before I go any more insane.
And I need to own what there is to own of said television series. Yes. That would please me.
P.S. Books are still up for grabs until Saturday, at which point I will be tossing them.
It is a most unpleasant thing to discover, months later, one of your high school chums was beaten then shot to death (ie murdered). As is the case with me: Open up the newspaper this morning to flip through it and right there on the front page I see something about one of my friends from the good ol' days being murdered. I was shocked! Why didn't anyone tell me?
Middle and high school were never chock full of pleasent memories, but she was always nice to me, and, sometimes, we'd even eat lunch togther.
This is not a good thing to learn five months after the fact.