And in the Box was...

Okay so I finally found out what was in the box. Here's how it went.
Today after work I had to go to see the taxman to sign the papers so I could file my taxes(yes I realize it's May and that they are due in April). I am finished with school for the sememster so rather than go to school I went to Old Navy to replace yet another shirt that is old and wearing out. I was in the store and I got a call from my Mom asking me to help pick up some food for a party for my Sister Laura's Lacrosse team. So I buy my shirt and hurry home. I was standing at the top of the stairs talking with my Mom and there is a knock on the door.My first thought when I heard the knock was that it was Apex sellers that knock the doors in the summer selling security systems. I go to open it and I see two people. One is squatting down with a camera and the other is standing facing away from me. I was thinking what the heck is going on. I then realized that it was Laura with the camera and I assumed that it was one of her friends standing with her. I went to shut the door and the second person turns around. For a split second I didn't register who it was until I realized that it was my Sister Emily who had been living in Utah and Colorado for the last 10 months. I was so happy that I threw my purse and clothing bag on the floor and gave her a huge hug. I was so happy. So that is the answer to what was in the box. Emily's clothes. So while my sister didn't send herself in a box she did the next best thing and flew out here. YAY!!!!

What's in the Box?

So my birthday is coming up soon, wednesday as a matter of fact. Now usually the only mail that I get is from my Grandma Georgia and Grandpa Beryl. It's a card that I look forward to at each birthday. But this year is a little different, last Thurday, maybe Friday I was in my Mom's sewing room chatting with her when she suddenly said. "There's a box coming in the mail, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO OPEN IT!!!" (the big letters are emphasis not yelling) Now my Mom obviously knows me pretty well and knows that I have this burning desire to open a closed box when I see one. So I said cool, I'll leave the box alone. Well I was expecting a smallish box maybe 9 or so inches. But I get home from either work or a bridesmaid dress fitting and there is this HUGE box sitting squarely in the middle of the living room. It's about 18 inches tall and 18 inches wide and square so it isn't little. So on sunday I go to church and see my friend Kyrie and one of the first things she asks me is if there is a box on my living room which isn't suprising because she is one of my sister's friends and the box was shipped from my sister. I told her that there was in fact a box in my living room and she then replies that she knows what's inside the box. So now the only ones left who don't know what is in the box are myself, Laura and my Dad. Well this afternoon Laura gets Emily to tell her what is in the box. I am now the last person besides my Dad who has no clue what's in the box. So now I am using it as an ottoman until wednesday when I can open it.

The wheel goes round and round...

Today I went with my friend to a bridal shop in Saint Paul on Grand Avenue. We were walking back to our cars and I happened to see this little shop called Legacy. I stopped in to see what the store sold and there was pottery and a whole bunch of some really neat stuff. I started talking with the owner about where she gets her stuff that she sells and she said that some of it was local artists. I mentioned that my Dad is a potter and that he has some really nice things. She said that she was looking for someone to make some mugs for her to sell. I told her that my Dad makes really nice mugs and that I would like to tell him about her store. She gave me a card and I went home and told my Dad about it. I asked him if he wanted to go today so we packed up some stuff and went up to Saint Paul. Betsy, the store owner, was excited to see me again and even more excited that I brought my Dad. She asked to see his stuff and was super pumped about the things that he had with him. So after she looked it over she told him that she wanted to sell his pottery in her store. So now I can say that my Dad sells his pottery on Grand Ave.