Pop Goes the Baggie

This may come to no surprise to everyone.
But you can pop things full of air.

Surprise!
lol.
I totally knew this.
It just didn't totally....click with the fish.

Yes. you can picture something wet now can't you?

It was wet.
Wet wet.

Okay, so I knew that it was possible to spring leaks in the bags of fish I give to customers.
Especially with young kids. They squeeze too tight, or in the wrong area.
and ta da! you have a small hole.
The fish themselves can also cause holes, like the plecos, with their sharp fins.

And I was aware that I didn't want to put too much air into the baggies.....

But some things just aren't in my control.

Like the placement of the fish tags in front of the tanks.
I had a bag of fish, went to the little machine to fill it up with air.
And jerked it down off of the machine...
right onto the corner of the fish tag.

POP!!!
SPLASH!!!
And water everywhere.
Luckily I managed to save the fish.
So they didn't meet the floor that day.

Sharp corners.
BAD.

But the air machine itself can be bad too. :S

This time I had a little African Dwarf Frog.
Minding my own business.
Chatting with the customers buying the froggie
as I filled the bag up with air.

BAM!
A loud pop echoed through the air.
Followed by the sound of splashing water.

Yah...the bag had popped.
Apparently I put just a little too much air into that bag and it popped.
lol I think I was like ()_()
For ten minutes afterwards because it was so loud.
Totally shocked.
I'd popped a fish bag....with water in it.
I'd thought it could happen.
But never thought it would happen.

My heart totally pounded for a bit, just from the adrenaline rush that came after that loud pop sound.
And the poor frog....
unfortunately met the floor.
But he's fine. :)
It wasn't that far of a fall.
^^;; 
Kikay says our own frogs have fallen just as far off the counter and survived.

>.>
<.<
So beware. Bags of water/air.  POP.
In a variety of ways. :)

Until you next see these words; 
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

My family from all over the world had gathered into my back yard to figure out how to deal with some black misty evil. There were these two cute boys sitting across from me and my sister. Distant cousins from across the globe. Cute too, missionary age...or return missionary age.
They looked at Kikay, got all wide eyed and asked "Are you Kikay!"
She was like O.o uhh...yah?
'We've read all about you! oh man you're so cool in the comics!"
Apparently, Kikay had her own superhero comic book persona that took events from our lives and made them ten times more epic.
Hesitantly/eagerly I asked them. "Am I in those as well?"
The nodded. "Oh yah, you're the side kick....I think you're called Hanger."
O.o Hanger?
Hanger?
"Why hanger?"
"Because you fight with hangers of course!" -the kind that you put clothes on and stick in  your closet.
O.o I shared a look with Kikay -totally feel jealous that she was soo much cooler then me.
But remembered when we were younger like 8 or so that we would fight together with hangers. (Totally a real memory apparently as Kikay confirmed we used to do that when we were younger when I told her about this dream.)
But anyway the guys were happy we were on their side because with us...we could win!

Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)

-S.N.D

A Secret Reward

And another one bites the dust.

Well...the cookie. :)

For I made cookies for work the other day! :)
Oatmeal Chocolate Chip.
Nummy Nummy!

Now...why did I make cookies for work?

The fake reason would be that I was celebrating pie day. ;)
But since I don't like pie (okay chocolate pie is good) and I have no idea how to bake one....I made cookies instead! :)

;) haha.
Not that anyone asked me my reason for bringing cookies into work.
But I had my reasons in any case.

What was the real reason?

Well you see....
at work we have this sink.
That really...only my department uses as we need it to wash dishes and things for the animals.

And it's been leaking.....for like 2 months it seems like.

But due to it being in an area that management hardly goes into....
It ended up being 'out of sight out of mind' to them I suppose.
As really...only my department uses it.

Soo..we've had to deal with the leaky sink for forever.

And I told myself...that whenever Cinres actually got around to fixing the sink.
-As he wanted to do it himself.....
That I would bring cookies the next day to celebrate!

Guess what?

OUR SINK HAS BEEN FIXED!!!!

YAY!
Finally!
No more soaking my shoes in the back when I have to stand there doing dishes! :D

So I made cookies and brought them in to celebrate.
If only for myself.

hehe.
I've corrupted my coworkers. ^^;;
They loved the cookies and want me to bring in more.

Success. :)

Well sort of....

Cinres missed the boat.
And didn't get a cookie!
()_()

I totally know that feeling.
You think you can go get one later....
but when you get to later.
They've been gone for forever and a day.

Methinks the next time I make them....I'll have to separately bag a few for the managers to enjoy. :) lol.
That way they all get one.
Especially Cinres. :)

Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

All My Own

I've always been told that running with scissors was dangerous.
But, yesterday I was told...that cutting with scissors was dangerous.
At least...using one blade to cut through the tape that held the bug boxes closed was dangerous.
After all....I could cut myself on the other blade.
Since there are two with scissors.

Yah... I think Cinres might have had a mini heart attack when he came up to me and saw me opening the boxes with a scissor blade.
At first I thought that he was just concerned that I would hurt the bugs inside...
Cus if they were near the top...I would have cut through them.
Nope...
He was concerned that I would cut myself on the scissors.
O.o
ooookaaay....
personally I think the blades are a bit too dull to cut me....
In any case, I told him that our box cutters had disappeared. -what we usually use to open the boxes.
Which was why I was using the scissors.

He said he would get me one.
Asked if I was left handed or right handed
And disappeared.

Knowing the craziness of the store,
I figured he wouldn't be back any time soon....
and I still had one more box to open.

Sooo I used the scissors again,
and cut open my hand.

Ooops.
;) haha.
Kidding kidding.
No, I just grabbed my keys and used the jagged edge to tear the tape away. :)
As I've discovered that works nearly as well as the scissors/box cutters.
And are way more convenient if I find myself in need of something to cut tape.

To my surprise.
Cinres showed up pretty quickly.
Much more quickly then I thought he would.
And he handed me....
A Red Box Cutter.

Apparently the red ones are meant for LEFTIES!!
Awesome!
I'd only really seen the green ones....for righties so this was just super cool lol.

He told me that this box cutter was for me.
My very own box cutter. :)
To keep with me always at work.
And not share with anyone, as they usually don't return.
lol.

Okay then.

Can I just say that I feel awesome?
Like more official now?
I have my very own box cutter! :) haha. :)

Now....
I wonder though.
Was I using the other box cutters in the past with my left hand? or my right hand?

I'm comfortable enough with my right hand that if it's easier to do something with my right hand, I'll switch to it.

So I had a moment of confusion.
Did I use the box cutters with my right or left hand?

As I didn't know that the box cutters were for righties....
Had I automatically used them with my right hand?

Thinking it over....
I think I didn't.
I would use my left hand.
Most likely though, I probably had the blade upside down so I could work the button that controls how far out the blade is.

Who knows.
but.
I now have a left handed box cutter!
So it all doesn't really matter lol. ^^;;
As long as I can use it I suppose.....

Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.

Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

I was Cinderella in my big white ball gown, with my prince. We were off to get married...only my fairy godmother pulled me aside. I walked with her along a dirt road that twisted back and forth down the side of a hill. It was very rocky, and I heard the background of a story. I don't know if the fairy godmother told me, or if it was more of an 'exposition' where the author tells background that the main characters don't know.
Apparently there was....an evil sorcerer who....either got changed into or changed himself into a rock. Rounded on one end and more pointed on the other. And that the one who picked up his rock would have to help him out.
Only as time passed, his rock ended up in a roadway, buried among all the other rocks.
Forgotten.
Coming back to the present, I was looking at the rocks and saw this big green striped one as big as my head. I wanted it and went to pick it up, only to have two young boys come and take it from me first.
In desperation I grabbed a different rock (the sorcerer's rock) and offered them a trade.
They accepted it and I got my green stripy rock back.
Only....I didn't feel right.
I felt like I needed to get that other rock back
-I knew what the rock was...not sure I as Cinderella knew-
So I went after the boys.
An old buggy type car pulled up and in the passenger seat (the left side of the car) were the two boys. With them was the sorcerer and a bunch of other children.
I asked for them to trade the rock back, only mine had melted a bit like ice.
Still they returned the other rock to me gratefully.
And I realized that the sorcerer...needed help in taking care of all his children. As all the boys and girls in the car were his, for his wife had died leaving him alone to care for like...8 of them.
Even though I didn't like the idea of leaving my prince behind, I agreed to go with him, to help him....

Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)

-S.N.D

An Honor of Serving

An inspiring funeral was held for eighteen-year-old John Anderson.
John was a remarkable young man who courageously battled muscular dystrophy and lost.
He was confined to a wheelchair during his Aaronic Priesthood years.

Conspicuous at the funeral were devoted members of his priests quorum.
John's influence upon his quorum was profound, and yet he never played a football game, nor went camping with them, nor danced, nor did any of the usual teenage activities.
It was his faith and commitment to the Church that touched his quorum members.
And something else--John provided his quorum with an opportunity to serve with love.

When John was a deacon, he wanted to pass the sacrament.
One boy was assigned to push his wheelchair while John held the tray on his lap.
It seemed awkward at first, but soon others were anxious to help him perform his priesthood duty.

By the time John was ordained a priest, he was very weak and could not kneel to bless the sacrament.
His quorum found a solution.
They placed his wheelchair next to the sacrament table.
One would break the bread, then kneel for him, by the wheelchair, and hold a microphone while John pronounced those sacred words.
To do this for their brother soon became an honor for each one in the quorum.

They enthusiastically followed his leadership as first assistant in the priests quorum.
Because John was unable to realize his dream of becoming an Eagle Scout, the priests raised money to buy a special achievement plaque which was given to him in sacrament meeting.
It read: "Presented to John Anderson for outstanding service to your quorum and for being a great example to us all."

Over the years, the young men in John's quorum enjoyed many fun activities, but none had greater impact or taught them more about magnifying their priesthood callings and loving each other than this choice experience they shared with their friend John.

-J. Richard Clarke -"To Honor the Priesthood" -April 1991 General Conference

Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

I dreamt that Dove had kittens, a bunch of little ones and I was trying to catch them all....

-S.N.D

What Do You Think?

In their recent set of performances.
Vocal Point has played up this "We haven't created our own original song." little talkie bit before singing the fun "4 Chord Song" which shows how many popular songs of today use the same four chords.
It's not easy for me to explain though the guys manage it quite well. Here in this video. :)

I love this!!
*ahem*

Anyways,
The first time I heard this in person I was like
"So you're going to introduce a new song right?"
I mean...if you talk about never writing an original song....surely that means you'll introduce something new?
Of course, once the whole medley comes into play I completely space that thought and just enjoyed the show.

And then.
WHAM!
For the first time!
Vocal Point actually sings a song that two of their members wrote!
Keith Evans and McKay Crockett.
McKay is currently the director of Vocal Point, but he was a member of the group itself for a while along with his buddy Keith.

Titled: Home for Me

 

 

Hearing this.

It just relaxed me.

It brought a feeling of peace,

and I just sat back and listened.

 

Ah.

I wish this song was available on Itunes.

Because I want it.

Badly.

 

Hopefully it comes soon! :)

 

What do you guys think?

Good song for an original by the group? :)

 

lol I do wonder though....

Does this song follow the four chords?

 

Personally....I have no idea....

I just like listening to it. ^^;;

 

Until you next see these words;

I'll be watching the leaves.

Enjoy the day!

 

-Sarnic Dirchi

 

The Dream

 

Work....getting everything open and working, making sure the animal dishes were clean, that the fish system was on....that the fish were getting clean and my manager fiddling around in the back to make sure everything was running properly.

 

-S.N.D



Mama Chaos

Tawl gets the award of Claw Storm Bravery.
Hands down.
or up...
...well all over the place.

It started out like a normal day.
With cats.
For I take care of them first in the morning,
making sure the cage is clean and there is fresh food, water, among other things.

Well, a couple of cages hadn't been cleaned out even though they were empty.
-When a cat gets adopted the cage should be cleaned out by that evening in preparation for more cats (if they come) It doesn't always happen as sometimes cats are adopted right at closing.-
So I quickly cleaned up and empty cage,
and moved on down to the next one,
Thinking that it was empty as well.
I'm not sure why....I think I just got into the groove of things and went into auto pilot.

Well I pulled out the bed/home and saw a cat sitting in the litter box.
I was like "Oops."
She looked like a shy cat and glancing at the name I saw she was called Mama.
I'd already dealt with a couple of shy cats,
and I knew that they liked to hide in the homes.
So I slowly slid the home back into the cage.
As I needed to get the cat out of the litter box so I could clean that as well.
Well....when I slid it back in....
Apparently Mama didn't like that.
As she hopped the home and shot out of the cage like a rocket disappearing underneath the whole set up.
No big deal.
I could get her out from under then when I'd finished with the cage itself.

Cage cleaned.
I set to getting Mama.

She wouldn't come out.
I got her into a corner.
And grabbed her by the scruff of the neck like mother cats do to their kittens.

Yah.....she didn't like that.
I almost got her out....
and she went crazy.
Swiped me.
Yep blood. Not much. So I kept at it.
But reaching underneath.
She hissed at me,
growling.
swiping.

I eventually got her out....
only to have her jump to the top of the cages....and fall down the side and get stuck in the crack.
Again. Easy. I have her.
I can grab her now.

Nope.
Escaped again.

So I went for the collar.
It slipped off.

I went for her again, she went on top of the cages again and surprisingly up and over to the metal thingymababber hanging over the door. Balancing on that.
I went for her again.
She escaped me again.

Finally I went for a nearby mop sticking it under the cage...

Nothing.
And I was at risk of getting mauled/bit.

So I finally asked for help on what to do.
Toc replied that we had bite gloves in the saloon.
I went and grabbed them,
a bit more confident.

But.
With hands soo small, even though I could reach her....the gloves were so bulky that I couldn't close my hand to get her out.

And then.
My savior arrived.

Tawl stepped in and told me to step aside.
He took the gloves and slipped them on...they fit him so much better then they did me.
He tried to get her out.
Got her out.
We nearly had her in the cage....but as soon as he set her down...
off she shot again. Up to the door frame....then down...
Underneath. Again.

Tawl then had the great idea to move the cages (they're on wheels) out away from the wall so he could slip behind and grab her.
A Hissing, Clawing, Biting,  Puffy Tail, Storm of a Wild cat came out into the open.

We had no other course but to toss her into the cage and quickly slam the door shut.
Of course, doing that....she immediately sent water and food flying everywhere along with the kitty litter.

The Damage to Me? Six red marks and a tear in the knee of my pants.
I think Tawl escaped any harm though Mama tried her best to get at him.

Poor thing...I was not going to open that cage again any time soon and clean up that mess.

I mean...Tawl and I had a big enough mess outside to clean out...a stinky, acrid smelly mess.
I'm sure we frightened her nearly to death.
And I still had the rest of the cats to finish as well.

Soo poor Mama would have to deal with that mess for a bit.
Not that she moved around the cage much, just sat there in the litter box.

Anyway at the end of that...
It took us nearly an hour to get Mama back in her cage.
And that...was bad.
For Toc had been half an hour late that morning.
Which meant I started work half an hour later.
-The time I should have been done with the cats.
No big deal.
I would still have an hour before Reth showed up to help.
But then Mama....cause that hour to fly by.
Putting me behind.
Way behind.

For I had to do a bedding change this day as well...
One that takes three hours.
And....the store opened in an hour.
ONE HOUR.
For a Three Hour Job.

Can you say...
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!!?!

Yah. I went into hyper speed.
I got all the bedding switched out in an hour. Right before the morning meeting.
That just left getting all the stuff I took out -food, water, home etc- back in.
But with the store open....customers came...so that took a bit longer.

In any case...Reth and I were both a bit frazzled that morning.

But, I'm extremely grateful that Tawl came in to help me.
Because I have no idea how I would have gotten Mama back into her cage otherwise.

Thanks Tawl, for looking out for me. ^^

Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

October 1993 General Conference -Sunday Morning Session

Gordon B. Hinckley -Bring Up a Child in the Way He Should Go

• Our responsibility is not to please the world but, rather, to do the will of the Lord, and from the beginning the divine will so often has been contrary to the ways of the world.
• When all is said and done, the primary place in building a value system is in the homes of the people.
• Every individual in the world is a child of a mother and a father. Neither can ever escape the consequences of their parenthood. Inherent in the very act of creation is responsibility for the child who is created. none can with impunity run from that responsibility.
• It is not enough simply to provide food and shelter for the physical being. There is an equal responsibility to provide nourishment and direction tot he spirit and the mind and the heart.
• We must provide understanding on the part of every man and woman of the eternal purposes of life, of the obligations of marriage, and of the responsibilities of parenthood. To men who beget children and then abandon them, I say that God will hold you accountable, for these are also His children, whose cries over what you have done reach up to Him. With the obligation to beget goes the responsibility to nurture, to protect, to teach, to guide in righteousness and truth. Yours is the power and the responsibility to preside in a home where there is peace and security, love and harmony.
• I remind mothers everywhere of the sanctity of your calling. No other can adequately take your place. No responsibility is greater, no obligation more binding than that you rear in love and peace and integrity those whom you have brought into the world.
• To both of you, let no bickering cloud the spirit of your home. Set aside your selfishness i the interest of a far greater and eternal cause. Bring up your children in light and truth as the Lord has commanded.

David B. Haight -Missionary Work --Our Responsibility

• Who but the prophets of God could have foreseen the miracle of the rapid expansion of the work of the Lord?
• There is a spirit moving upon our people to want to live their lives in harmony with truth, that they may someday respond to an opportunity to serve.
• The Lord needs messengers to match His message. He needs those who are able to wield the mighty and eternal influence that He has placed in their hands.
• To serve the Lord as a full-time missionary is a privilege.
• We must be prepared to march in, legally and appropriately, as the Lord opens those doors.

Monte J. Brough -The Modern Mighty of Israel

• Even now I am searching for additional examples of mighty men and mighty women.
• I suggest that all who listen to my voice would benefit by an examination of the lives of those we sustain as general officers of the Church. You will find some important examples among them and come to know hose who have a "perfect heart." What mighty men and women!

L. Tom Perry -"Choose the Right"

• "Happiness is the object and design of our existence; and will be the end thereof, if we pursue the path that leads to it; and this path is virtue, uprightness, faithfulness, holiness, a keeping all the commandments of God."
• Develop discipline of self so that, more and more, you do not have to decide and redecide what you will do when you are confronted with the same temptation time and time again. You need only to decide some things once.
• There are some things Latter-day Saints do and other things we just don't do. The sooner you take a stand, the taller you will be!
• To offset the worldly messages that entice us to choose the wrong, the Lord has blessed us with symbols of purity to keep us on the right course to choose the right.
• I promise you that you will receive everlasting happiness if you consistently choose to do what is right.

Thomas S. Monson -Meeting Life's Challenges

• "Man is born unto trouble."
• It may be safely assumed that no person has ever lived entirely free of suffering and tribulation. Nor has there ever been a period in human history that did not have its full share of turmoil, ruin, and misery.
• When the pathway of life takes a cruel turn, there is the temptation to think or speak the phrase, "Why me?" Self-incrimination is a common practice, even when we may have had no control over our difficulty. Socrates is quoted as saying: "If we were all to bring our misfortunes into a common store, so that each person should receive an equal share in the distribution, the majority would be glad to take up their own and depart."
• "Weeping my endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."
• Whenever we are inclined to feel burdened down with the blows of life's fight, let us remember that others have passed the same way, have endured, and then have overcome.
• "In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world."

Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream.

I was in the basement of the school taking care of the animals in the sick room and new arrivals room. There were classes of young students down there as well and they saw me with my feeding cart and wanted to help but I couldn't let them help me as it wasn't their job. In the sick room I saw a note that one of our hamsters had died, but it didn't say why, but there was also a note for me that was from a secret admirer. I didn't quite know what to think of it, but I couldn't deal with it until I finished my chores though I had to take a slight detour and leave a chihuahua dog with the secretary down there as I went in search.....

Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)

-S.N.D