new couch

So this is it. the new couch. I'm lovin' it!

at the zoo

wooooooaaahhhh....... yyyaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy

this weekend has felt slightly like a roller coaster.
Well I say that, but I've never actually been on a roller coaster. So it's what I would imagine an enjoyably rollercoaster ride would be like...

one time in the 7th grade the student council went on a trip to joyland. i rode the music-go-round with my friend amber sutton. when it was over i went and threw up the merichino cherries i had at lunch that day.... i never ventured to a big ride because of it. and sometimes merichino cherries gross me out.

anyways. back to this weekend.
I won't give you a play by play but, suffice it to say, it was fun fUN FUN!
I felt like I was in my freshman semester of college again. There was mini golf, dance movies, music music music, and lots of laughing and talking. There was also a part where I cried. they weren't happy tears, but they were really good. I talked with my God a lot and He broke my heart over a few different things. I enjoy His teaching and presence more that wards can describe.
My heart feels full.

At the same time I feel overwhelmed. overwhelmed by good things and other things. work is full of tasky tasks and stressy stress. I feel it encroaching a little on my, up until recently, "non-work" life. but I guess they were never completely segregated to begin with.
overwhelmed by all the amazing books i want to read, and all the knowlege that lay in store.
overwhelmed by all the new people in my life and fantastic relationships that are ready to be made. by all the prayer that will go into these new found friends.
overwhelmed by the state of leadership i find myself in. it's a state that came without petition, but feels completely right, but not easy by any means.
overwhelmed.
but not overtaken and not consumed.

I'm taking my work team down to go to a petting zoo next week.
how often does that happen in the corperate world? I feel like sometimes it's my place in this monster of a company to do random things such as that to fly in the face of "the man".
"the man" wouldn't be caught dead in a petting zoo. "the man" would snipe the little animals from afar. some days i really can't stand "the man". what did the animals ever do to him? all they do is what he asks. they sit in their little baxes and turn in the reports he asks for. even though he never really even looks at them before they go in the circle file. poor little animals. all they want is some food and warmth and maybe an extra bit of attention? is that so much to ask? huh? is it?

like i said...

A SHOE! bless you

There are shoes in which i run only. there are shoes that make me tall. there are shoes that are just for dancing. and there are ones i hardly wear at all. but the truth remains, i love each pair - especially the ones i can wear anywhere.

there's a story or a good laugh behind each shoe you see. it's weird how they are all a part of my life.

don't judge me. i just really like shoes - ok?

not so fast

just as my mourning has subsided

il rentre ma vie

but it didn't last, and closure was reached.

I am quietly working when I hear someone pass by. then again. then back again. I just figure it's Damion doing his daily scavanging in the abandoned cubicles. so I keep my head down. Then I hear rummaging and ripping of paper and various other noises from the cube behind me. Again, assumed to be damion - because he has been in that cube the past two weeks.
Then a familiar voice "Did you have Easter while I was gone?"


Bob! he's back!

I'm confused, not by his appropriately odd return, but what the heck did he just say?
He comes around the corner holding out a broken egg sell filled with confetti.

*pause*

To give you a little insight, Damion has been seriously scavanging in the empty spaces and finding things like eggshells of confetti. he then will retreat back to his new cube (Bob's old cube) with his armloads of "goodies". cofetti eggs, pencils, stuffed animals, stress balls, posters... you know, "one man's trash..."
I guess this angered the Bob to see that someone didn't realize his abscence was not yet final.

anyways.
I just looked at him, then the egg, then him again.. he just stood there.
did he really want to know if we "had easter"?

him, the egg, him, the egg...

"no, no we didn't have easter."

then he laughs and walks off.

well he continues banging around over there for about five more minutes. Then he re-emerges with a box in his arms, presumably full of baby tabasco bottles, stuffed bears, railroad tycoon software and dumbells. (of coarse, what else would someone come back to the office to pick up?)

"Well, Emily, what we had was nice. When we had it"
"Are you going for good?"
"Yep, this is it"
"Bye"
then I go back to typing
he continues to stand there 'what we had?' i think to myself. does he know about this blog? does he know my family is well aquainted with his influence on my work week? surely not. surely he's just being his wierd, awkward, say inappropriate things - self
"well goodbye sweetie"
yep. he was just being Bob.
"bye"

then as he walks off he starts stammering over saying something about how sweetie wasn't a good thing to say er, uh, er, uh...

"BYE BOB" I say over his mutterings.

Then he's gone.

gone



gone.

consider this moment the last you will hear of Bob.

Bob is no more.

happy v day

it's the one on the left. no no the left. yeah, that's it.

Damion has actually taken Bob's cubicle.

This season Damion is the new Bob.
yesterday he was on the telephone with some one who called him for IT support. That being his main job.
Let me step aside, for a moment, to inject my opinion. I happen to like when IT help guys are amiable and chatty. That way, while your waiting for your password to reset or what-have-you, there's no wierd long pauses with chewing or breathing noises. However, I usually like talking more about the weather or our pet's names etc.
Anyways. Damion proceeds to gab for the next 45 minutes about how many video games he has, what level he has reached on each one, and what areas of the terrain he has the most trouble with in each. I'm sure whomever may have been on the other end facilitated the coversation dually - it may have even been Bob - but it got to a point where Damion was just brag brag bragging and reciting information about the makers of such and such games and how they're better than so and so.
All of this was done at full volume and interrupted by Damion's squirly phsyco laugh from time to time.
I am not joking. think of the scariest clown you've ever seen and give him a high ptiched laugh and that would be about right.

clowns are so freaky.

anyways. after a full morning of calls and gaming-talk Damion begins to pack up some junk from the junk closet. but while doing this there is an obsene amount of burping, huffin and puffing. from the sound of it, you would think that D is about 490 pounds. but really, he's quite small.
I couldn't get past the burping, though. He KNOWS i can hear him. gross, dude. just gross.maybe you should get that checked out.

blah blah blah... he does other odd-ball stuff for the rest of the day.

well today he comes in to retrieve all the junk he had packed yesterday. he came to my cube and stood there for a while. I was pretending like I didn't know he wa ther - just to see how long it would take for him to either walk away or say something.
about 40 seconds later he says, "hey how ya doin?"
"good, how are you today?"
"okay, i could be better"
well - i was just going to leave it as was, but he stood there acting like he wanted me to ask him what was wrong.
"what's the matter?
"nothing."
"how come it could be better? what's wrong?"
I was playing along...
"nothing's wrong, it's just life."
"what? what's wrong with life?"
"nothing, everything's fine."
"oh. okay"
i'm done with that. i don't have time to burn going back and forth on this life-sucking topic.
"I guess when I check my lottery ticket it could be a lot better."
then he just sulks off.



What a sad sad little man.

It really does make me sad. Doesn't the world just seem so hopeless with out the knowlege of a God who is there? I would hate to live in an existence of my life being a meaningless blob with no vision or anticipation for the future. I would hate it if my joy depended on whether or not my lattery ticket reeped any monetary benefit. if money were the answer to life - i'd be sunk for sure.

gosh.
so that depressing little moment ontop of sitting alone in an empty office. ontop of the past several weeks of total cloud cover and drizzle. ontop of missing my family... it's been a kind of down day.

but i get to go dancing tonight after i have dinner and watch the office with friends and co workers.
i've implimented weekly "office parties" at my apartment. i cook and everyone else from work and play come over to eat and watch the office.

so threr will be an upside the today's activities.

the cool part about this deathly quiet office is the space to think and pray and read.
blessing in diguise i guess.


okay. that's enough for now.

ekh, signing off.