There's no place like home

I have heard several times that we had best be our best selves at work because we spend more time with our workmates than we do with our families. So, they deserve(as do our families) to get to know and associate with the very best of us. Well, for me, that is doubly true. I don't have a family to go home to at the end of the day, so technically, my workmates are my family. I have worked in the UVSC PSS office for two years now. This place really has become my home. We go through everything together. I have seen the courtship and marriage of 5 coworkers, several pregnancies, moves, lots of drama and lots of joy. I love this place. I really do. My workmates have supported me through moving out of my mom's house, graduating college, buying a new car, breaking up with friends and boyfriends... these people have seen me at my best and my worst. They still accept me and love me. If that isn't family, I don't know what is.

How Nice To See Me

Work has been fabulous today. By fabulous I mean that I have been doing everything I can to avoid the mind-numbing task of entering info cards. One of the things that distracts me rather effectively is this whole blog thing. As I was perusing the local blogs I found a picture that reminded me a great deal of, well, me.



Her eyes are the wrong color and her hair is a bit long, but the face is just right. It captures everything that I feel today. And I am a redhead so it isn't too hard to match that part. Anyway a lady named Paulette painted this picture and I think that she is just stellar. Thanks for painting a picture of my hair and how I feel today.

Confessions of a Girl Wearing Leggings

I swore that I would never wear leggings. I always say that they weren't cool the first time around, so they definitely aren't cool the second time around. I remember being about 8 or 9 and my sister had to buy a pair of red leggings with lace on the bottom for a play. It was scandal in the Dorsey household. Dorsey girls did not wear leggings, and they certainly did not wear leggings with lace on the end. I went along with my Mom, scoffing at all the girls who wore leggings, but here I will admit, more than 15 years later, that deep inside, I knew that I would have given all my slap bracelets for a pair of leggings.

But that was just a pipe dream. I knew it would never happen. I had long given up on the leggings dream by the time they came "back into fashion." Part of me thought that grown up girls looked ridiculous in them, part of me thought that they were just an excuse to wear short skirts, and part of me was really miffed that I had missed the trend the first time around.

I stood my ground! I swore off leggings! And then, last night...I bought a pair. I will blame it all on Halloween. The leggings are a necessary evil. They go with my costume.

I am wearing them today.

Don't get me wrong, they are very cleverly concealed by my knee high boots, but in my heart of hearts, I know that I am wearing leggings. So ha! Let there be scandal in the Dorsey household. I don't care if I am a grown up girl looking ridiculous! I am wearing leggings. Take that Mom!

Free Cinnamon Rolls

Today I got a free cinnamon roll. I love my job. I presented this morning to the coolest kids ever at Timpanogos High School. Seriously, it was so much fun. When we got back to the office, we played a rollicking round of "what's on J.P.'s i-pod. I know, you are jealous. But do you know what the best part of all is?

Yesterday Utah Valley State College helped me add another member to my little family. That is right. I am the proud owner of a Samsung Upstage cell phone. It is my new baby. Between my cool phone and my car, I just don't know what to do with myself.

I love my new phone so much that I will show you a picture of it. You can tell me it is adorable later.



I have no idea how I landed this job. I work hard, but for the most part I feel as though I was placed here for the sole purpose of being blessed. I remember welfare Christmases, clothes that didn't fit and crying on the way to my best friend's house because I couldn't afford the gas to drive 3 miles across town.

And now, here I am, blessed more than I could ever imagine. Don't get me wrong, it is not like I am rollin' in the dough, but I certainly get by. This didn't just happen by accident. Hard work, determination, a little luck and lots of blessings. I am the luckiest girl in the world.

Doing Dishes...Almost

I had a date on Friday. I went out with my best good 19 year old friend Steven. I absolutely adore that kid. We went to Ottavio's and walked in behind a couple that had been greeted by the manager as they stepped out of their Bently. It was like Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, and we were right behind the Rich and Famous. We sat across the room from them and I must admit that I spent a good portion of my time in that restaurant staring at the back of a rich man's head. I was curious. I didn't really learn anything. Oh, well.

We had a lovely meal, a man with an accordion strolled around and sang to delighted patrons, I ate more cheese that I had ever seen in my life and by the end were so utterly contented that we could have sat there all night and to just enjoy the atmosphere. But, we had a show to see so we asked for out checks and got ready to leave.

Now, I won't lie, I am a bit of a loser. I lose EVERYTHING. Most recently, it was my credit card. So, I had my check book with me. However, when I pulled my checkbook out, it was empty...and I was out of luck. Steven was a perfect gentleman and agreed to put my check on his card. So, we sent both checks away to be charged to his debit card.

When the waitress returned, she told us that his card had been declined.

Now we were both out of luck. I had this image in my head of the both of us in the kitchen washing the dishes of all the other people that had enjoyed the accordion players performance with us. Cleaning everyone else's cheesy plates. We both would have had to wash dishes for about 2 1/2 hours to make up for our meal.

And then, Steven to the rescue. He had his mother's credit card number memorized. They ran the number and we were free. I am sure she will be thrilled to see that charge. We left the restaurant and headed over to the show. Luckily, as we were both entirely out of money, we know the people who own the theater and we got in for free.