C Rachel enjoy C Jane

I have enjoy reading many different blogs and I decided today to tell you about one of the non-Twilight related blogs that I read everyday- C Jane Enjoy it.

C Jane is a witty stay at home mom that has a certain "spice" in her life. Her blog was originally started to chronicle her adventures in infertility. She is a wonderful writer and her snarkiness amuses me. I almost always leave her site with a smile or a wet chest.(from having spewed my drink all over myself in hysterical laughter.) She posted an article that I had to share. Go check her out here-

Customer Service by C Jane

I am not really sure why I am writing this post.

Maybe as written proof I am going both blind and crazy?

Maybe to come to terms with losing some key elements of my existence?

A cry for help?

I don't know. What I do know is this:

I was at a store the day before Valentine's day. It was the type of store where one would shop for family-friendly Valentine gifts like balloons, candy and heart-felt cheese. I had ordered a specialized gift and knew I'd need help in picking it up. When I walked into the store I saw two young teenage girls working the cash registers and a boy of similar age in the back of the store behind an order counter. And the place was packed with patrons all hopped up on helium-filled, heart-shaped latex.

I thought about perhaps asking the boy in the back for assistance, but from my point of view he looked sort of sullen and depressed. I couldn't exactly see his face, but I decided against approaching him when I noticed he was just sitting there squinting at me from behind the counter. Instead, I started to wait in line knowing it would probably prove fruitless because the girls were too busy punching numbers and running credit cards to go check on my waiting order in the recesses of the store.

But after standing in line for a trickle of minutes with a full bladder and two waiting boys in the car, I became impatient. So impatient I thought, Alright, I am going to go ask cheerless crab for help. Which is when an angelic-looking woman in a particularly delightful periwinkle sweater asked me if I needed anything.(Sometimes being pregnant all over works to your advantage, you see.)And I said, "Oh yes. My name is Courtney and I have an order . . ."But before I could finish her eyes enlarged and she blurted out, "Oh right! Yes! Follow me please!" and she headed towards the back of the store.Towards--you know--him. And just as she disappeared behind the order counter with me close behind, I came face-to-face with the creepy employee.

It was a cut-out of Edward Cullen.

I have an Edward cutout and I will say that he can be particularly frightening when he sneaks up on me, from his perch in my living room, where he has stood since September. (I should be used to his presence by now, don't ya think?)

I just had to laugh at how everything in my life can somehow be brought back to Twilight, even a blog from a lady who write about the mundane things in life and makes it sound so fun!!

Thank you for my laugh C Jane. I love your blog!!

Question #12-

What are Jacob's sister's names? And How did his mother die?

Jacob's sisters are Rachel and Rebecca. His mother, Sarah, was killed in a car accident.