Saturday, January 21, 2012

What day is it?

That seems to be the question around here is what day is it? It feels like an endless day and it is way early for that kind of feeling. I have run over my limit on Internet again this month. I'm not really sure why or how. Only in the last three months has this happened and it is growing on my nerves. At least I know that there will be a reset on Sunday night which means I won't be off too long and that is only if I don't decide to go over to my mom's and anger my brother. Because obviously being on Pinterest will just suck the speed out of wi-fi. 

love ya!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

So bored....

Saturdays around this place are feast or famine and today is the latter. Yep, sitting around looking for something to do. Pouncing on customers like the crazy perfume ladies at the mall. Or those people that have the kiosks that will chase you down to try and sell you something you don't want or care about. 

Days like today are the kinds where things will go wrong. I am currently trying to optimize the boxes of junk that I have in my office. Trying to pack things up in bundles for people to buy on the spur. Mainly just nuts and bolts from prepacks and things that have fallen on the floor and gotten left behind. Happens more than you think. At some point I need to get the broom out and sweep out underneath my desk because the last few weeks have consisted of me pushing anything on the floor underneath it at the end of the day because I have been too tired to care about sweeping. I really need to get one of those steam mops to clean the floor behind my desk because there are a whole rainbow of colors. And my wallet from Wet Seal has made my purse and the floor look like Tinkerbell exploded. I think that glitter even got inside the sealed of pack of fruit snacks that I had the other day. I didn't even know there was one in the mall until I got a whole mess of stuff from there for Christmas. It was all nice except for the glitter fairy in my purse. 

Well I have to get back to work try to make some money.

love ya!

New Year...

Things have been a little hectic lately and I've found other distractions than taking the time to blog and think and muse. Well I've been thinking and musing but not much of the blogging thing. I am pondering the thought of a month without Facebook but I'm not so sure how that will go.

Right now I am trying to recover from inventory and a severe desire not to do anything. I would like to sleep, listen to music and play on Facebook, which would be okay if I were actually interacting with my friends but alas I am kinda addicted to playing Pioneer Trail. It is not easy to just quit playing because I have all these missions to complete and I get prizes and some are on a time frame. The ones on a time frame are currently getting under my skin because some of them are not very realistic goals or they change, there were a few I had until the end of January but now have less than two days to complete and I'm pretty sure that January is not over just yet. Which means that they will be rolling out missions geared for Valentine's Day and that stinks. Then every time I finish a mission they give me three more or there are more parts some of them are six or seven parts long. 

Sorry just a bit of a rant. Just a Boy doesn't understand it. I am happy to say that Just a Puppy is getting back most of his hair in the long and slow process of a month of every other day baths and believe me he doesn't like it. He is suffering from a bacterial skin infection which is much better than having mange which would have effected the other dogs. So every other day we go to my in-laws, take him inside, wash him with flea shampoo first, then the anti-bacterial and wait 10-15 minutes with that on and if you have never dealt with a soapy puppy 10-15 minutes might as well be two hours, then we rinse, blow dry and then give him oral antibiotics. The difficulties associated with this include Just a Puppy's over protected Catahoula leopard wanna be mama, Sassy who has taken to standing over him when we show up and poking people by which I mean me in the stomach with her paws. Inside we are greeted by a Shih Tzu puppy who thinks he can fly, Hotch and a pug who could care less, Tater.  Hotch really only wants to know what is in Just a Boy's arms more than anything. He usually spends bath time being pathetic outside of the bathroom door moaning and whimpering until we come out or someone entices him to come to the living room. Hotch thinks that anytime the front door opens he must be there to greet you. 

Getting in the door at my in-laws has to be done in steps. Usually one of us stays behind to distract the outside pups from trying to go in especially since the inside pups want to come out. Once the screen door is open you are trying to keep two out and once you have the inside door open you are trying to keep those dogs inside. It is equally complicated whether you try to do this one person at a time on entering or as a group. If you have someone new to the group though we have to break it up. Hotch doesn't understand the etiquette of greeting people. That you must let them enter the building before you start freaking out that you don't know who they are and you want to be best friends with them and tell them all about yourself. And he will continue to try and dance with you and pounce until you acknowledge that he is there.

love ya!