I must have been doing something right

Okay... yes, I'm a slacker blogger now, but have to share a funny story with you. I'm sure it will be hard to get the whole picture in blog format, but I'll try.

Monday after work I stopped off at Wal-mart to get Oreos since for our FHE activity, Ryan (past Dairy Queen employee of many moons ago) was going to make us homemade Oreo shakes. In the process of driving home, I went to take the bag into our house, and realized my purse wasn't there... needless to say, I totally panicked, drove back to Wal-mart and asked if anyone had found a purse that I may have left at the register....

No... no purse had been turned in. So, drove back home. Since my purse had both my work and personal cell phones in it, I ran over to our nice neighbors to borrow their phone to at least stop my credit card and debit card. Then ran back home, said many prayers, and started boiling water for something for dinner. Soon after this, Cade (a 15-year-old neighbor across the street) came over to tell me Anita had called and they found my phone at Wal-mart. WAHOO I shouted right at home, then asked if I could come over to his house to use his phone to call Wal-mart. I asked for an Anita at Wal-mart and said I had received a call from a neighbor they found my phone. No...they asked all around, but then no one had found it. I was so confused, so Cade checked his caller ID and said it said Anita from ARC blood services...which I then realized it was my coworker and dear friend Anita calling me from her office in Orem. Ryan by this time was home and so confused by all the hubbabaloo and I used his phone to call Anita.

The short end of a long story is that Anita, bless her soul, had been calling around to everyone I work with, including my director, and also looking up neighbors online to try and leave them messages (Alisa, some of your neighbors don't know you, that is NOT GOOD!) because a lovely Spanish-only speaking woman had found my purse in the Wal-mart parking lot and refused to take it back into Wal-mart. Neither Anita nor my director could get her to go back inside, so finally they called another coworker of mine to go and pick it up from Isabella.... and she brought it to work the next day.

I MUST have been living something right in my life to have my purse found. And even though no one could communicate with Isabella, I can't WAIT to call and thank my personal friend to my purse in Spanish (I'm seriously the only one at my office that even knows a lick of Spanish, pathetic I know!)

Anyways, it was quite a saga...but we did end up eating the homemade Ryan milkshakes, and they were WAY YUMMY!