I feel like such a poser.

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Max and Sam

Sometimes I call Max "Maxey," and then I have to call him "Maxi Pad."

Aren't they so cute? We got them on Wednesday. On the way home from the Humane Society, we had to stop to get some bloodwork done for Jason, so I stayed in the car with them and let them out to explore. They're so chill a lot of the time though, they wandered a bit and then just settled on the floor of the car by my feet.

Max is the adventurous, extra nosey one. He's tried about ten million times to get onto my nightstand because I don't want him on it, and today he came out of the bathroom half-soaked because he was exploring the bathtub, where I'd just washed out their litterbox. He's always wanting to escape the room we're keeping them in--that is, if we're trying to keep him in there. If the door is wide open for awhile, it's not as exciting to make a jail break, so he doesn't bother. But he's also very affectionate; he doesn't rub against us or lick us, but he likes being near us. From day one, he would climb right on top of one of us and go to sleep.

Sammy is the more timid one, though he's coming out of his shell. He's whiny, too. He's still more distant, a little less likely than Max to go to sleep on one of us, but he's warming up. On the first night, we made a box with a blanket in it for them, which they sniffed and ignored before jumping up on our bed and snuggling down with us. They've slept with us each night, on top of the covers and under. We're both scared we're going to wake up to kitten pancakes one morning.

By the way, the creeping phlox is suddenly flowering and looking almost healthy again. Don't ask me why, but I'm happy I didn't completely kill it.

Ooh! And the professional wedding pics are done!!!! We should be getting them soon, and she already sent us a few previews that look nice. I just wish I had put some more freaking lipstick on, I'll have to live with those pale lips for the rest of my life...

"Rope. Like string, but manlier."

So the flower shop job rocked. I didn't have to do any deliveries, thank goodness. I picked up an order for them at a greenhouse and then went out to the shop. They had me and the girl I took with me (she's nice, but so quiet, and such a copycat of everything I did, I wanted to kill her a few times) clean roses first, taking the thorns and lower leaves off with a gizmo, then taking off the ugly petals and cutting them all a certain length. When we had done three hundred of those, they taught us how to make these little flower arrangements (just one rose, some "pit" foliage, and wax flower each) that were going to be at each place setting for some banquet. We made about 230 of those, us with two other people. It was way fun at first, but we stood for hours doing it, and I got really tired of it. I would choose that over calling people to get them to do a survey (for minimum wage) any day, though.

Saturday, we went back at 8:30 and finished that order. Then they sent us to their other location where we met new people (there was a girl from my ward there helping out for Mother's Day too, and she was so fun and SUCH a sweetheart!), filled up those little water tubes they stick on the ends of flowers, and cleaned lots more roses. I am now an expert rose cleaner. They said so. And I even got to step in and make a cute little flower arrangement when they were making a bunch for a baby's baptism: short square glass vase, two blue hydrangea blooms, with short white tulips stuck in them at random. It was so simple, but so pretty. And one of the girls there said I did mine perfectly! (I'm like a little kid bragging to mommy about the nice things my teacher said about my crayon scribble of nothing.)

I know I'm too detailed and long-winded, but I LOVED working there. I've been itching to go back since I left. I've never enjoyed a job this much, but it was just for the Mother's Day rush, to my disappointment. I told Brother Lang and his daughter (owner & manager respectively) each that I loved working there, am looking for a job, and would LOVE to learn more, so if they ever need anyone... They both said they'd certainly keep me in mind. I sure hope they let me have a chance. I watched the people who actually worked there getting to make these beautiful arrangements, wrap things all pretty, make corsages and boutinerres (sp), play with ribbon and pretty paper and FLOWERS all day! What more could you ask?? Seriously, I want to work there so bad, I ache. Even if they don't pay me much. I'd be learning such cool things! Lol why did I get a psychology degree again??

Oh, one other piece of news. I found a cute white skirt today, after decades of searching! YAAAAAY!!!

Anyone who reads this, please pray that I can work at Welke's House of Roses. Thanks.

WisCANsin. (This one is forever long.)

I know it's more common to put a pic a of the bride and groom, but we only have one, and I've been using that for everything, so this is another of my favorites. I've been married for a little over two months now. I'm writing because I feel guilty for doing that thing--the thing where something big happens, you write about it, and then you never write again because you were too busy with the big thing.

We're in Wisconsin, and people really do talk with an accent here, it's so hilarious to us Californians. It's so green here! The first day we got here, I was depressed, because there was a layer of snow, totally bare trees, icky gray skies, not-so-great-compared-to-Idaho apartment, and ghetto neighborhood. Oh, and our rented bed reeked of cancer stick smoke. But we seem to have arrived at the tail end of winter, thank goodness. The change is incredible. Jason and I are sure that Idaho will look like a dead wasteland compared to this. But I wonder if I'll miss all the black folks--there are more black folks here than I've ever seen in my life, and I grew up in Dova, right next to Sac-town, so that's saying something. I'm finding myself talking ghetto more often, too. Probably not smart for a puny white girl, but I can't seem to help it.

Being married is cool. I've never had to be so frugal in my life (as Christy and Crystal can attest to--they witnessed my carefree buy-whatever-at-Target days and will probably feel some maniacal triumph, knowing I can't do that anymore :)), but I don't mind so much. It's good for me to not have everything I want. I've always been careful with money, never going into debt, not paying too much for anything I've bought, but I admit, I've never been totally on my own with it before, paying every one of my own bills. Bout time, I guess.

I do miss Jason, though. He's gone from about 11-9 six days a week, and it really does suck, but hopefully he'll make a ton of money from it.

Today I'm starting my--is it even a job? One of the other wives with Pinnacle is working for the 2nd counselor in our bishopric, at his flower shop, since she's a floral design major. (I'm jealous. It sounds so fun, and the job just dropped right into her lap. Meanwhile, I wait for the temp agency to call me back.) But she called me and said Brother Lang needed someone to do deliveries on Fridays and Saturdays, and that another Pinnacle wife could ride with me, read the maps, and tell me where to go, and we'll split the money. So it will probably pay dirt, but it's something interesting to do until I can find a real job.

By the way, why do employers always wait so long to contact you after you apply? Don't they realize that people apply for jobs because they need money, and sometimes that need is urgent? I really hate that. I hate sitting around waiting.

One last note: my garden is still doing well. I may be watering a little pot of weeds instead of Snapdragons, since I have no idea what they're supposed to look like when they germinate, but other than that it's all looking good, especially the Roma Tomatoes. I just hope I don't kill them when I try to transplant them. Oh, and I think I killed the Big Blue Lily Turf and Creeping Phlox; I'm just not sure how. But the snap peas, cornflowers, broccoli, and cherry tomatoes all seem to be doing well. I just wish all three of my tulips would bloom instead of just one. I somehow feel guilty for bumping off plants, even when I've honestly tried my best and have no idea what I did to cause their demise.

If I can't even keep some simple plants alive, it's going to be interesting trying to keep track of kids. You get in a lot more trouble if you bump them off.