here she is!!!

For Theresa and CP-
Here's the final product!

Tattoo

Check it out.
I got a tattoo. That's right. Me. A tattoo.
It's on my toe.
Laura and I got tattoos. Jan and Pat came with us to document the occasion and bear witness to our life-changing decision. We had our appointment at 2pm at Midway Tattoo with Nemo. It turned out that Nemo didn't do fine-line tattoo, but luckily Patrick was coming in soon and he was a fine-line expert.




Nemo helped Laura pick out a nice tattoo.





Then it was my turn. I was a little nervous.
But I did it! I got the word Love written in script on my pointer toe on my right foot. It didn't hurt at first, but when he went over it a few times, it hurt a lot. Not the worst pain ever though.






I'll put up more pictures when I get the pictures from Pat.

Work!!!!!!!

Woooooohoooooooooo! I am fully employed!!!!!!!!
Basics:
I have two part-time jobs. 1) Third Avenue Charitable Organization (TACO) Volunteer Coordinator.
2) First Lutheran Church Office Manager.
3)pretty freakin' awesome.

So basically I've been given my dream job(s). I feel like my time at Agape House and (dare I say it) Crawford has ("has" because I'm referring to the time, not the jobs)....(grammar nazi) prepared me for these jobs.

One of my bosses asked if I could maybe make a MySpace profile for TACO. Are you kidding me? Do you not know that half my life is spent on MySpace? Easy peazy lemon squeezie.

So I'm also the Office Manager/administrative assistant/slave/copy girl....ya know.
That's fun. The phones are a pain to figure out, but other than that, it's cool.

Ok. I'm busy. I can't be posting here all the time.
Check out my new blog....tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!

Creed Thoughts

So guess who didn’t watch the Academy Awards last weekend? Me. I was too busy selling my TV for a case of hand towels. The story’s way too long and my arthritis has been acting up so I’m not going to write about it here. Needless to say, I’ve got a lot of hand towels now and I’m only a little bit upset that I missed the Oscars. Doesn’t matter, though. I’ve got my own awards to give out. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you The First Annual Bratton Awards, chosen by me. For the record, nobody’s getting a gold statue or anything. If I had gold statues lying around, I’d melt them down and sell them for cashola. On to the awards!



-http://blog.nbc.com/CreedThoughts/