Because my mind refuses to conform...

I was at work mopping the floor. One of my least favorite duties; since like, forever. Seriously.
However, my spirits will not be dampened! (Wow, no pun intended) I manage to change the channel "up there", letting my mind stray where it will.

It landed on the actual action of Mopping... (back, forth, back forth) A co-worker came by and asked me if I was stressed. Then came the retort: "Why would I be stressed? I'm mopping a floor."
The repetitive strokes on the floor set the tempo of the amount of disinterested questions coming to my attention. Who discovered the act of mopping? What is the first thing that was ever mopped up? And more importantly, did anyone care enough? I was fading as it is... And after skimming over a very informative "DUH"! Wikipedia article about the Art of Mopping (Said sarcastically, mind you!), I still hate doing it! :-P
So, to laugh in the face of mopping, here are a couple strips. Enjoy laughing at my expense. :-)

Congratulations, babe :-)

My Sweet Sixteen

My very dear friend Rebecca Bausum (Soon to be 'Marshall'!) is getting married today. She is my oldest friend... we went to elementary school together! I remember my first encounter with her: We would both wear Princess Leah buns on our heads, and fight over who was the real Princess Leah. (Oh and Becca, TOTALLY me. Just sayin' :-)
After we got over our "differences", we became best of friends! We'd have special weekends where she'd come over on Friday night to sleep over, and (What the heck!) my mom would let her stay Saturday night as well! Which was a HUGE deal, by the way. We had so much fun, squeezing ourselves in my closet with the Mini TV, eating ice cream with Indiana Jones. We'd also go on bike rides and pass cute neighbor boys that we named Nigel Pinopscott. Mid-afternoon we'd usually kick each other's butt on the Super Nintendo, or go exploring in the fields. We'd end our days playing ping pong in the project room, while listening to Gretchen Wilson's 'Redneck Woman' over and over and over again. Other weekends I'd go over to her house, playing hide and seek in the dark at the church her dad pastored and getting in trouble for locking the younger tag-along neighbor's daughter out :-/. We so wanted to be like our older sisters Laura and Suzy (Who were best friends as well) and decided to take up our own language...Which meant substituting various names so we could talk freely. Our favorite people to talk about were 'Banana', 'Eyeshadow', 'Chalk', 'JD' and 'Eddy'. 
Then, when I was a freshman in high school, she moved to Germany...which was heartbreaking. We lost communication for 4 years... But last year, my mom went to her older sister's wedding and called me. I answered, and it was Becca! Apparently, we both haven't changed a bit ;-)

Mom and Becca

Over 12 years we've known each other, and we've laughed together, cried together, mused together, planned together, and sighed together. Rebecca, congratulations on your marriage! I'm so extremely blessed to witness God giving you such a marvelous gift and calling. I pray that you both serve each other with love and patience, and that I will soon have some 'nieces or nephews'!!! :-D

Summary of our Friendship :-)

Monkey see, monkey do

This morning on my way to my 'work-through-school' job (El Pollo Loco) I heard on the radio about a flight attendant that got hit in the head with a passenger's luggage. The attendant then demanded an apology, but the passenger thought telling him to "Eff off" was a better response. The attendant then decided to cope with his anger by blowing up the emergency slide, taking a ride with a couple stolen beers, and drove off. The police found him back at his house.

I entered work fantasizing about my escape (A little early as I usually schedule my fantasized escapes later on in the morning)  and ended up having a terrible morning. You see, I came to Atlanta hoping only to pick up a couple shifts until I could get something else, but got roped into training to be a manager. I am (or was) very very close to getting certified; but there was still a LOT to learn. I realized that I was beating around the bush with these people, and by the time I would finally be certified I would be going back to life and school in California... And there is NO WAY I am working full time along with school! God granted me the courage and I realized I need to be more active in trusting HIM in everything! So now i'm "stepping down". But I still have a job! :-)

Compliments

Have you ever felt that some things deserve a compliment? Let me put out a disclaimer that I am not an attention seeker, and 85% of the time I'm horrible at graciously accepting a compliment... But doggone it, sometimes things just need to be acknowledged! Example: my new necklace charms. My oldest sister and I discovered this area of booths by a theater and found an artist that soldered glass to make charms. I actually ignored the price tags (rare) and got some. These were appropriate in representing the classic Lianna, as music is a God-given talent and Reading Railroad was my favorite property on Monopoly (Due to the fact that it had "Reading" in it ;-) I haven't gotten a single compliment on them. C'mon people, they're super cool!! 

It does put things into perspective when it comes to preference... The saying "One man's trash is another man's treasure" couldn't be more accurate. The root of a true compliment is the granter's desire to share approval and appreciation with the receiver. It's a bonding technique that is extremely special when sincere. 

It's a tragedy that compliments can so easily become cheapened...The Automatic Smile N' Nod tends to be the generic. I'm not saying that I haven't done it... As a matter of fact, I've caught myself several times (Yikes). I've even gone as far as to catch myself and take a second look (really paying attention) and turned the insincere to a genuine remark and appreciation. Whether the recipient can tell or not, it still makes me feel as though I may have brightened the day of someone else. :-)

Welcome! Fáilte! Welkom!

Hi!!!

So I broke down and got a blog. I say "break down", because I've overcome many barriers that were preventing me in the first place. I hope you enjoy and are able to keep up with me, as I tend to be in many different places throughout a "normal" year!