Saturday, September 19, 2009
Looks like Abercrombie & Fitch just can't catch a break lately — at least when they discriminate against employees who don't fit the company's image because they've committed the outrageous offense of, oh, having been born with only one arm. Or, in the latest incident, having a religion that just happens to include its own rules on proper attire. In this case, the Equal Opportunity Employment Commission is suing A&F for discrimination after it refused to hire a Muslim woman who wouldn't remove her headscarf. "Abercrombie and Fitch should make exceptions to its policy when needed and we don't believe it would be an undue burden on the company," said Michelle Robertson, an EEOC lawyer.
According to the government suit against Abercrombie & Fitch, Samantha Elauf, who was 17 at the time, applied for a position in an Oklahoma store in June, 2008. The suit states that:
Defendant refused to hire Ms. Elauf because she wears a hijab, claiming that the wearing of headgear was prohibited by its Look Policy, and, further, failed to accommodate her religious beliefs by making an exception to the Look Policy.
A&F responded to the charges by telling ABC News that the company has "a strong equal opportunity employment policy and we accommodate religious beliefs and practices when possible." But this isn't the first time the company has gotten into hot water over religion. In another pending discrimination case, A&F's Hollister brand is being charged with violating the rights of a Pentecostal Christian employee, who had requested permission to wear longer skirts than the company typically allows.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
But where is home? Home was on the east coast and for years I have referenced New England as back home. During our recent trip back "home" , I realized that I missed home just as much as I missed back home. Home is where the heart is, and I believe this is more than a cliche. For where Bentley and my hubby are, it trully is home.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Maybe its cuz hes CRAWLING and EATiNG that time seems to go so much faster...
Well and I guess going back to work didnt have anything to do with it did it? Ha ha!
I now work for a company that hand-dyes silk ribbon. It is absolutely fabulous! Here is the website:
I work in customer service, and right now Im basically the only one in the office. We distribute all over the world and our ribbon is used in jewelry, on hats, in hairpieces, in weddings, on invitations, on clothing, and I am sure many other things as well.
So I promise to try to update more often. Try.
LOST (rough draft, written as I typed as you see here)
More important than keys or cash
does it seem like its hard to relate?
If only you could see what I see
It all goes by so fast.
Cant you see whats at stake?
you chat and you surf, you blog and you post
the best updates, the funniest lines,
and narrating daily functions you boast
But even though you search
through thousands of friends
looking for the pic of you and
that special someone hoping that you might meet,
and you laugh and you cry
your so caught up in every word you read
you cant hear the pleas
You dont even know why.
You see your always rushing about
to party, to this and to that
sometimes even to chuch to have fun
but isnt the point to surrender, not to run?
I wonder what would happen if you truly gave your all
could you last with out the computer for a day, for even a week?
What would you do, if you missed seeing
that one screen name
Could you take it if someone else won
today's new game?
Why, after a week you would miss out on so much fun!
would it be too much to ask: what have you done?
Oh, you read 5 chapters and you prayed like never before?
Did you see what it was like, the carpet on your floor?
Do you realize all the time you spent, searching the web
and staying up till four
could be used for giving, playing, fasting, driving,
What a sad lonely state of mind, to know
everyones status and to lose track of time,
but to forget who made you and who wants to say-
Yes this thing we have lost is almost too much to bear
for in every new picture that you post, you forget to mention
the one who made that coast
Everytime you log on to see who is where
I wonder, if up in heaven, if you'll find
a new host?
Will you be upset when there's no computers,
not even dial- up at most?
Where's the annointing, the fire that burns within,
where did you leave off, and where can you begin?
Begin by logging off I say, and get back to basics I say!
Read your bible and pray hard every day.
For I must promise you, He's still right there waiting,
His arms are open and he really does care about all this mess your creating
To be continued....
Saturday, March 7, 2009
so today Bentley and I went shopping. (well daddy came along too, but he left us unattended at the mall for a couple hours)
They started out all dressed to work with Bentley in his coveralls.
One of my favorite things is sitting at the food court and people watching. Its also interesting to try to figure out their stories. Like for instance:
Look at that couple... Do you think they are on their first date?
Are those two girls best friends or sisters? Neither or Both?
She obviously works at the mall, Which store do you think?
Then there was the daddy and his little girl sharing pizza. He was holding a bag from Kay's Jewelers. Birthday present? I'm sorry present? or just because?
You probably think I'm creepy. But not as creepy as the guy with a ladies' undergarment on his head. He looked like a bug. I don't know what his story was. But he was with a large group of people that included gothic freaks and a girl who had her hair died neon green to match her outfit. You know the kind of people that are obviously desperate for attention, but when anyone looks at them they get all bent out of shape.
The most amazing thing was the little blond with perfect hair and clean clothes with 2 kids and a perfect looking husband. Um, I have one kid and I am sitting here, spit up covered and pretty frazled looking. I have to admit, I was almost giddy when her 2 year old had a meltdown. Maybe their family isn't perfect after all?
I also gathered a few more opinions about people in regards to the baby. Their reactions are similar to when I was pregnant. They either fall all over you trying to help, or they fall all over you trying to push you out of thier way.
I thought I was big when i was pregnant! That is NOTHING compared to lugging around a stroller and a big mirror (which was marked down to ONLY $14.99!). Just ask the ladies at Pier 1 imports. But at least I gave them something to do when the whole stack of mirrors and pictures fell over. They came running, but thankfully nothing was broken.
My husband interjects here, Imagine pushing a stroller while pregnant. Imagine pulling a double stroller while pregnant.
Anyways. So theres those that can spot the car seat from aisles away. They come RUSHING up to you, and proceed to touch your baby all over. Awww. How old? How much did he weigh? Oh the same as he does now. Whats his name? Puttantane. Do you have anymore? Ya, we left those ones at home.
Then there are those that secretly want to look at your baby. They will STARE intently until you look or speak to them, and then they will look away or ignore you. The funniest example was the women who wanted to look at him, and her mate was like NO, dont even look. But hes cute! No! you are not getting any ideas. I laughed out loud, but the plus size women next to me did not find it funny I guess. Either that or she's blogging about the strange mom in the plus size clothing that was laughing to herself.
Then there are those that have full blown conversations with your baby as if you aren't there. This is the most common. It's fine, but it's akward when they don't say anything to you or look at you funny if you reply.
Then there are those that are full speed ahead. They dont care that you have precious cargo or a stroller. They are annoyed that you are there. They hate crying and they hate you. All they want are costco samples and they will do anything to get them.
Honestly I don't mind. I love showing this bundle of joy to the world. If only they all saw him like I do.
These were quite possibly the best thing to happen to me today. Normally $49.oo
And look at the price tag! These I can't live without. I also couldn't live without the sign that read: "Real Love Stories Don't Have Endings"
But on that note, I end this blog.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Somehow since I have been married I have developed OCD. That stands for obsessive compulsive disorder. Not that you would notice this when you come to my house. At least not right away. You might think- wow what a mess! or Look at all that clutter! But just open a drawer or my closet. And everything is organized perfectly.... It's pretty scary actually. Most normal people have a clean house and messy drawers. I have a messy house and clean drawers.
My cupboards are pretty well organized, but since my house was built for a group of giants the system for this organization changes monthly. Seriously I cant even reach the back of the bottom shelf. And they had to be men giants, because there are only 4 drawers, 2 of which I cant use because the dishwasher is in the way. And... NONE OF THE DOORS STAY SHUT. It's one of my nightly rituals.
1. Go in the kitchen
2. Shut one of the cupboard doors
3. Shut the rest
4. Shut the first one again
5. slam every door 500 times
6. Notice some chocolate or popcorn
7. get distracted by popcorn or chocolate
8. Give up
Karma, Give and it shall be given unto you, You reap what you sow.... Whatever.
I'm sorry Nana, I'm sorry Aunt Cheryl, Aunt Madeline. And I'm sorry Mom. Can I have cupboard doors that shut now? Oh and did I mention my counters are this UGly shade of green?
Ok ok.... I will stop complaining. I am very very thankful for my house, it could be worse. I could not have cupboards at all! Or no doors. Heyyy theres a thought! Maybe I will take the doors off?
And since we are on annoying things and pet peeves... My husband has found a new way to entertain the baby. Whatever you do: DO NOT google "The annoying thing" Don't! Don't Do It!!!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
When I was little I always dreamed of getting married and having a family. But I never could quite completely visualize it. It definitely was nothing like this. Not that it's a bad thing. Quite the contrary. I just didn't know that you don't ever change. The things that make you who they are. They stay the same. When you are little you see yourself being the perfect "pretty" wife. When you grow up you realize you are still the dowdy self that you were before- just someone else has found a way to find you gorgeous. (I'm not beating myself up, just stating fact; is there really anyone out there that find themselves truly attractive?)
I remember age 12. and 13. Those were the most horrible, no horrific, crazy years of my life. Until I turned 14 and 15. But all throughout that crazy time I remember thinking about "growing up." I thought that the awkwardness would fade away, and sophistication and poise would take the place of all the embarrassing moments of those teenage years. No, I hate to tell you, but it just gets worse. The urge to please people becomes stronger, and the embarrassment of failing becomes stronger as well.
When you are just a teenager all you have to worry about is good grades, a clean room, a few chores, (and ok ok the boys). When you find your boy that you will stay with, all of a sudden you have to worry about A WHOLE HOUSE. How, might I ask is this easier?
Oh and I forgot to mention, you have a full time job and a kid. (well a kid is a full time job).
But I still wouldnt trade a thing. The knowledge that someone is there for me at the end of the day, that no matter what happens, he'll still love me. Well, its what keeps me going...
And although this will open up another whole spectrum of thoughts, I love being a mom. Yes, its hard. No, I wasn't expecting all of this. Not like this. But its worth it. For in the middle of the night when I can hardly open my eyes to see the diaper, let alone change it, and I get that sweet little grin- it's worth it. And when it takes us 2 hours to get ready for church, and then we get there and I see him gazing all around, learning and loving everything- its worth it. And when I am about ready to pull my hair out because of the crying, and I pick him up and he snuggles down because he knows his mama- its worth it.
Its worth it because I have fallen in love with this intense little being. And yes somedays the tears really outweigh the smiles... And no this was not what I imagined...
Its better. Even through the tears. Its worth it
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Not to mention I have a cold, which makes me feel like, well like doing nothing really.
In the past two weeks, Bentley has explored walmart for the first time, gained even more sounds, and made momma crazy with the 5 days of unexplained fussiness. We had our first little bout with sickness, as he had a small fever for a couple days. Tylenol did the trick though, thank God!
Now hes not the one whos fussy anymore, mom is!
Well now for some pictures to make up for lost time.
Daddy and Bentley like to have long conversations
He still likes his bath
And look what I found when I lifted the blanket off his carseat after Daddy and him ran errands:
And Grandma and Grandpa Berger, He misses you!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Not a whole lot to say... Pretty overwhelming really. It was a beautiful service. Here are some pictures.
My mother wrote a beautiful song:
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Because I would rather have a husband who forgets and is amazing everywhere else than have a husband who remembers and is horrible everywhere else.
Last night I met him in Eureka. ( I actually rode the bus up there horror of horrors) My mom kept Bentley, which it seems she never tires of doing. We went to the mall and then to an italian restaurant. I told him- surprise me, and he was going to take me to Applebee's even though he hates it. So I started naming other restaurants and we ended up with a delicous dinner at Babetta's.
Today we stayed home and cleaned house. I stayed in my pjs all day. Which was wonderful. He let me sleep in. And he even went and got me coffee. (and a card while he was out lol)
Sometimes I admit, (although rarely) I think, "Why God, did I get him?" But mostly I think, "Why God, did he choose me?"
So all in all, a wonderful day. Sometimes it's better when he forgets, because I usually end up with coffee. And this time a queen size bright pink blanket that he has to sleep under.
And my house, although not completely clean, is cleaner than it was yesterday. It's not every husband that will pitch in with housework. Thank God for mine. and Thank God for our little
And by the way, if you are reading this: Comment will ya?
Friday, February 13, 2009
(this blog may be going downhill fast if I am resorting to talking about the weather on day 3)
Our tax refund also came today, which quite possibly was the most exciting thing. Now what to spend it on. Will wants a truck, I actually just want to save it until I go back to work. (Which thank God is not until May 1st. Although I think I am going a bit stir crazy) We did go to target and find some amazing deals. Will bought me a huge pink blanket for Valentine's Day.
Now for the tears part... Bentley got his shots. It was horrible. I think I was more upset about it than he was.. There were tears streaming down his face, but they were from my eyes. The worst part that got me was here he was, cooing and smiling, flirting with the nurse, and all of a sudden WHAM! He gets poked with the biggest needle I have ever seen. The cry he made just about tore my heart out. But it also wrenched my heart when as soon as he got in Mama's arms he started to calm down.
They have snowglobes with digital picture frames at Target for 7 bucks! I wanted to get one but I didnt know what for.
I think we found a diaper bag that will work. FINALLY. It was on sale at Ross. What is it about diaper bags? They are all so useless. It makes me crazy.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
So during my pregnancy I had to get a new debit card a grand total of THREE TIMES. I kept misplacing it. I was constantly doing things that made me think I was going crazy. One time I tried to leave for church without my skirt. Thank goodness my dear husband was looking out for me on that occasion.
My husband is usually the one that is prone to driving around aimlessly before remembering where he was going or what he was doing. This only drives me somewhat insane. I think he has a great talent. How on earth can you miss a turn to a street that you have lived on for years?
Now I find myself at the hospital when I should be at the doctor's office. Or I find myself wandering around the house wondering what I am doing.
It sounds like I am a crazy person.
Some days- I think I am.
One thing I have learned:Nothing prepares you for motherhood. Nothing.
I thought I had every item imaginable, but still find
that there is some item that I didn't think of, and
will think of it at 3 am. But do you think I could
remember it while at the store? Of course not.
A good friend of mine, during her pregnancy sent a letter to herself instead of her client.
Both of us were in agreement that when we had our babies these symptoms would undoubtedly go away.
Regrettably I have learned that these symptoms NEVER go away. They just now get blamed on the baby. Maybe its the sleep deprivation. Maybe its the fact that you use 70% of your brain power worrying about your baby's
next breath, and every breath thereafter.
Today was Bentley's 2 month checkup. I knew that it was on the 12th, but it didn't dawn on me that today was the 12th until 7:30 this morning. However we still didn't make his appointment, because I somehow thought his appointment was at 2:30. Nope, as I was informed, it was at 9:30 this morning. So now we try again tomorrow. Sigh. Poor Bentley. I still am holding on to hope that this will get better with time.
The pictures to the right are ones I took yesterday. 2 months old. I can scarcely believe it!
Bentley's Dedication is on Sunday. Here is the invitation. His outfit that he will be wearing is quite possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
But I remembered some very important things.
Today Bentley is 2 months old. About a year ago he began. Amazing stuff really.
I must take pictures. Later.
Also amazing is the following free item I found today:
A free SD card? Anytime! http://www.1saleaday.com/
The question here is how far back do I go to start our story?
Since I am starting in the middle of it, maybe that is where I will begin. This blog will be a whole collection of things... a story for each day, tips on where to find free stuff, jokes, poems, and our laughter and tears.
So for today the basics.William and I (Hi! I'm Laura) were married on January 15, 2005.
We adopted our cat pixel in June of 2007.
Our baby boy: Bentley was born on December 11, 2008
So the meaning of the name: well I was searching for a catchy phrase and googling "think pink and free," didn't prove any results, so I turned to my new favorite thing. Bentley!
Oh, you mean his name?
Well it all started when I was pregnant and we were searching madly for a new name for this little guy. We knew he would be special, and we also knew that this was one of the most important decisions of our life. We had to choose a person's name. This would not be temporary, this would follow him for the rest of his life.
We also believe that a name makes who you are. In the bible there are many occurrences where a name defines a person or changes them. With all this said we also had more stipulations. We didn't want a common name. We didn't want a name that would be hard to spell or pronounce. Those two things pretty much ruled out every name there was.
Then one day Will came to a realization. If we found a B first name and a M middle name, his initials would be B.M.W.!
William was ecstatic.