Molly hits all the medical professionals in one week.

I know I haven't written in quite some time, but yes, I am alive -- just barely. It all started one week ago when I bit down on some salad and roasted chicken for lunch and chipped/cracked my bottom front tooth and loosened it something fierce. Call the dentist and the dentist said, "No mo eatin with a fork while you mad." Go in and get the tooth fixed, well, sorta. He fixed the chip and crack, but he couldn't do anything about it being loose. It's either going to live or die which means root canal if it dies and a crooked tooth if it lives.
Then I go to the chiropractor for a free consultation that my mom got, which includes a free massage. Go into the doctor and the doctor says, "No mo carryin your computer bag on your shoulder." I still haven't gone back to get my massage or the X-ray results. I'm a little afraid of what he'll say next.
Then on Saturday I'm out doing some yard work with my neighbor in my back yard and fix the fence out back and mow the lawn and the lawnmower gets stuck so I grab a hold of the lawnmower to jimmy it loose and grab the motor thing on top. This sheer of pain surged through my brain and into my entire body. I've never felt that pain in my life. So after discussing it with a few people, I decide that I can't handle the pain and better go into the doc-in-the box. The doctor said, "Yep, sho nuf, you've got 2nd degree burns on the palm of your right hand. No mo typing for 14 days." I said, "Oh, hwell no. Give me something strong, because I aint gunna be outta work for 14 days." Some antibacterial cream, gauze pads and pain pills later, I'm on my way to recovery.
Rainy came over and brought all of her stash of medical burn supplies from her accident and I'm feeling so fantastic tonight. Haven't taken a pain pill all day. I'm a little tired and it's starting to hurt a little bit, so I'm going to take one tonight. But all in all, I think I hit every medical profession so I think I'm good to go for a while, don't ya think?

Say What?

Here's an excerpt of a doctor's deposition that I did.
Answer: "On 3/22/89, a lumbar MRI exam was obtained, showing grade I spondylitic spondylolisthesis at L5 and S1 with secondary bilateral intervertebral neural foraminal stenosis and compression of the L5 nerve roots bilaterally."
What I wrote, "lumbar MRI exam was obtained, showing grade one, holy crap, at L5 and S1 with second elementary bilateral, what the hell was that garbage, and compression of the nerve roots."
Whew, I'm glad they didn't have me read back that answer.

Boo-Yahhhhhhh

Boo-Yahhhhh - Here is the cutest players on the team. Kellen Moore and Coach Pete.

BOISE..............STATE................

Me and Gabe's view from our seats without zooming on my camera.

My sister Rainy got me season tickets for my birthday. This is the reason why I'm at the games!

Yesterday was the first home game and it was AAAAmazing. It was so fun. I can't wait to cheer on the Boise State Broncos this season!

This is a picture of me and Gabe being funny before the game. Notice his ticket behind his ear.

Game Day!

HELLLLLLLO BRONCO FANS!!!! It's game day!!! WHAOOOOOOOO!!!
Thought I'd post a picture of myself on this glorious day. So far I am down 16 pounds and feel great. By the way, I kinda think I look like my dad in this picture, don't ya think?

Who's Ready for Some Bronco Football?

Man, August came and went fast. Here it is already the 1st of September and I'm ready. For those of you who read my blog, but don't know, my birthday present from my sister was season tickets for the BSU football games. I know, right? Whoot, Whoot! I've been gearing up and wetting my lips to get my whistle just perfect, you know, LOUD, crisp and clear. I mean, I want Coach Pete to know that I am whistling not just for BSU to win, but at him, too! And I've been going to the gym to tighten up my stomach muscles just in case my neighbors next to me need a U or something painted on my belly. GO BRONCOS!!!!

I'm 30 what?

Turning 30 what today, I feel it. I woke up at 5:45 to go to the gym by 6:30. Man, I can honestly say that mornings are not my strong point. It's only 11:50 and I want to crawl back in bed, but I've got lunch plans with my friend Cindy and then dinner plans with Jody. Maybe I can squeeze in a quick nap. I'm truly grateful for my friends and family on this happy day.

Measurements

Last Saturday my trainer was back from her European vacation and called me up and said come visit me. I went in and got measured and weighed. I have only lost 5 pounds and 4 percent body fat. It was disappointing, I ain't even gunna lie; however, I kept saying to myself, it's okay because this is a lifestyle change, not big fat loser. I wanted to know if there was something I could take to help boost my metabolism or some suggestions about my workouts. I bought some different vitamin complexes, and starting today, going to up my cardio workout 15 minutes -- now being an hour and 15 minutes. I'm going to try my way for another 7 weeks and if something hasn't happened in that time, I will have to hire her as I don't know what else to do. So for right now, there is no picture. You will have to wait at least until I reach 20 pounds lost, not just a measly 5.

Delay

So I know ya'll have been patiently waiting for the past 6-weeks reveal pictures, but I've lost my original picture when my computer crashed, which I thought was on my other computer, but I can't find it and I haven't had someone take a "today" picture. I haven't quite trained BoBo to focus in on me and press the button yet. So for right now I'm not going to post a picture. I'm not sure how much I've lost yet because the one trainer has been on vacation and I don't want to know until she comes back. So please hold......and after you're done holding, please hold some more......

Weigh-In Saturday

Well, Saturday I will weigh in at the gym to see how much weight I've lost so far. I will have been going for 5 weeks. I'm very excited to see the scale. I think I can see it in my face, but my clothes aren't fitting me really any different yet. I am going to post my before picture along with a 5-week picture and then every month after that. So be prepared, these pictures actually might be PG-13 rated because they are so horrific!

Mom & Me = Fun

Mom was able to come over for the 4th of July and hang out. We shopped at the mall with Jody on Monday, went to the bookstore and sports store, came home, had a barbecue with the Fair family having burgers, slaw, grapes, chocolate dipped strawberries, chips and topping it off with root beer floats. It was so fun. After Jody and the family left, mom and I settled down to watch the fireworks on TV. We were so tired that we just decided to watch them on TV. We started out watching the DC fireworks, the New York City fireworks and then ended with the Boston fireworks. We decided that we wanted to see the New York City fireworks show before we die. IT WAS HONESTLY THE BEST SHOW!! Then yesterday we shopped at a consignment clothing store and got some of the best bargains ever! Went to a quilting shop, stopped and got an ice cream cone at "Tasty Treats" (Fancy Freeze), came home to watch Casey Anthony's NOT GUILTY VERDICT (we won't discuss that), had a little nap, and then went to a movie. I mean, it was the best two days with mom ever. We had such a fun time! Thanks, Mom, for enjoying the 4th of July festivities with me!

BoBo's Haircut

I had the most brilliant idea that I would shave BoBo instead of taking him to the salon (and yes, he does know what the "salon" means) I would buy a pair of cheap clippers and do the job myself. I mean, how hard could it really be? It's just a dog. So I buy a $15.00 pair of clippers on Saturday and give him a bath that night so that by Sunday morning we're both ready to shave. Well, let's just start out by giving you the whole picture, okay. First of all, I don't have an electrical cord big enough to stretch outside so we do it on a sheet in the middle of the living room. I start in. buzzzzzzz, buzzzzzzz, buzzzzzz BoBo is doing great just sitting there acting like he's in the salon. More buzzzzz, buzzzzzz, buzzzzz. I'm thinking to myself, man this looks like crap. Why isn't this working? After I had just about completely shaved him, almost an hour later, it kicks in that I've been shaving him the entire time wrong. I was going against the grain when I shulda been going with the grain of his hair (insert Homer Simpson DOH here). Here are a couple of pictures of BoBo's after. I'm pretty sure he was thinking to himself, "Mom, I look stupid."

Sisterly Advice

The other day when I was talking to Jo, I told her how I wanted a greasy hamburger and fries and chocolate cake and candy. I never did go and get all of that crap, but she said, "One day of eating bad didn't make you fat."

Movin On Up

By the title of my post today, ya'll are probably thinking I won the lottery or something, right, "Movin on up"? Nah, I didn't win the lottery -- at least not yet, according to my fortuneteller and "lucky" numbers on my fortune cookie. I'm talking about jogging. Last night after working out for a week and a couple days, I decided to jog. I wasn't even sure if my legs could do it. I started out a little shaky, but then off they went. Of course it was only 2 1/2 minutes, but then I caught my breath and did another 2 minutes. Isn't that amazing? Isn't it pathetic that I'm excited I jogged yesterday for 4 1/2 minutes in a 60-minute workout? Well, all I can say is I'm movin on up!

Ssssshhhhh, It's a Secret

Today I had to sign a confidentiality agreement before the deposition started so that I would not talk about the case. At first I was a little hesitant to sign the waiver, but then I was like, oooh, this better be juicy. It was. The end.

Ooowee Day 3

Well, I'm on day 3 of not smoking and doing fantastic. What isn't doing fantastic is my fat belly. Apparently underneath my fat is some muscles I never new I had. They decided to come forward and say to me, "Hello. I'm your muscles. I know you forgot about me, it's okay, cause you know I'm here now." As I tried to roll out of bed, I thought, holy hell Karen Lezamiz (volleyball joke.) For those of you who don't know Karen Lezamiz, she was the assistant coach who for the first two weeks of volleyball would pound you into the ground with the training camp. After the first two days you could barely sit on the toilet, by day three your feet had blisters, and by day four you wanted to call in sick to practice. At least it's a good pain, not a Karen pain.

Lifestyle Change

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I have finally done it. I have joined a gym. I never thought I would join any gym, but I joined the one and only Meat Market Gym. That's right, I joined Gold's Gym on Sunday and have now had my third workout. You know that song, "What a feelin (da, da, da, da) What a feelin" yeah, that's right, I LOVE IT!!!! I'm back on the wagon with no smoking. My first full day again and have had only two cravings. I know now that I will not smoke again because working out and smoking and asthma don't go hand in hand. Mom thinks I should take a before and after picture and submit it into the Today Show (I think the segment is called the Joy Fit Club.) Anyway, my goal that I'm announcing to the world is to weigh 134 pounds by my birthday when I will turn 34 in 2012. Thanks Gold's Gym and my friend Cindy for convincing me to change my life. ;)

Holy Poo!!! (rated pg-13)

Well, this morning when I awoke I decided that I would do a little cleaning and laundry in between working. So I gathered up my laundry and headed downstairs. I found water (what I thought). So I called up my property management company and said, "I don't know if this qualifies as an 'emergency', but I've got water in my basement." The lady said, "How much?" I said, "Well, there's about an inch and in some places more." She said she would have the plumber contact me. Within five minutes the plumber called. "What's the problem?" he said. I told him what was going on, and he said "I'll be there in a few hours." "Okay. Great." So I did my dishes and started kinda straightening up my place. My house was in need of attention since I've been ignoring it because I've been so busy with work and I wanted to make a good impression of how clean I was -- I just shut my bedroom doors and bathroom, I mean, why would he need to go in there? It was the basement that had the problem.
After I had finished tiding up the living room and kitchen I went downstairs to assess the situation. HOLY SHIT BALLS OF FIRE the water was deeper and spreading to the back wall where my stuff was. I called up Scoe and asked him if he could come help me move my stuff from the basement to outside or something. He said, "Look around and tell me what you see?" I said, "Water." He's like, "Are you sure it's water?" I'm thinking to myself at that moment, well, it does smell like poo. I walk over to the drain and sure as shit (literally) was tp and poo. I just about threw up. I yelled, "It's shit! It's shit! Holy Shit." He's like "Come and get me and call your plumber and get him over there now."
I call up the plumber and said, "Um, so the situation has changed now. There's poo downstairs." He quickly said, "I will load up my truck and be there soon." I run and get Scoe and he assesses the situation. He's like I think your stuff will be fine, but let's scoot it all the way to the back and throw down some bad towels.
By this time the plumber comes and assesses the situation. "Well, I ain't got that big 'a snake. I'm gunna have to call my buddy." The buddy doesn't come for an hour. Well, buddy comes and assesses the situation and cracks out his industrial-sized snake. It took them to take off my back door and grunt to get this, what looked like, 150-pound snake on a metal rack with wheels that took 2 people to get it downstairs. After working at it for an hour they decided that it wasn't working and decided to go upstairs to the bathroom. Now, remember, I decided to shut every door upstairs because they hadn't been cleaned yet. But then the thought occurred to me, plumbers are only called when there's something havoc going on -- they've surely seen worse. So they take the toilet out and go at it that way. Almost 80 feet, they said, almost to the street was my clog. Something that had been waiting to happen for 10 years. After they put everything back, I notice their footprints and hand prints all over my house -- People, it's Poo. It's not dirt, it's POOOOOOOP. I have been cleaning this afternoon shaking my head, getting mad, swearing, but then I think on the bright side..... My house doesn't have that old musty dirty sewage smell anymore, wa-hoo!!!!

Hip-Bo-Pig-o'no-amus

Easter came and went and so did me and Jody, Spencer, BoBo and Gus -- we went down to Richfield for a quick overnighter.
Long story short: We sat down for lunch around 1:00 and BoBo decided he needed some lunch too and went over to Sid and Kristen's barn and ate about 15 pounds of dog food. He was huge by the time the food had settled in his stomach. I knew it was going to be a very long drive home. Well, just past King Hill he started to throw up a little on the seat. I pull off the road let him out hoping he would just throw it all up, but nope, he just had the upset stomach. We get home finally and I put him in the back yard. Thinking he'd been out there long enough to get rid of more, bring him back into the house as I run to the store really quick. He threw up in the house. I get home and he just looks miserable and he's got this look about him like, "I'm so sorry, mom. I couldn't hold it. Please don't hit me." Of course I couldn't get mad at him. I mean, after all, he saved me from getting a ticket for speeding (going 87) by pulling off and letting him go potty. Last night he was up 6 times needing to go outside. We were both pretty tired today. Hopefully he will do fine tomorrow as I have 2 jobs in Eagle and may not be able to come home and let him out. Pray that we get some sleep tonight as his gas is killing me!

Dad

Happy Birthday, Dad!!! Last year, Mom threw him a huge party that was so awesome that included me dressing up as "Cleatus" and putting on a magic show. This year, I'm just going to post a couple memories I have about my dad.
Pulling off dad's socks. Even as a little kid I remember pulling off dad's socks, and believe me, there's a certain way it HAS to be done -- you know, pulling from the toes, but you've got to scoot the sock down a little so you don't pull him off the couch.
Going to Twin to that place that had the horse out front for some sort of supplies for the horses and getting to eat at Burger King and actually get fries of our own and a drink.
Getting to go down into the canyon to Blue Lakes and golf. I didn't get to go that much because I was so little and took too much time to hit.
Driving the flatbed truck with a trailer attached with a tractor on top from Mud Lake to Arco at age 12 while he took a nap.
Running to Shoshone to get something from the Co-Op just so I could drive the flatbed at age 14.
When all the kids were gone and it was just me, me helping feed in the wintertime and getting the tractor stuck -- HE WAS MAD!!!!
The countless times when somebody would call or stop by in the middle of the night saying, "Your cows are out."
Those are just a few memories I have, but I just wanted to say that I love my Dad and appreciate the sacrifices he has made for me. Oh, and I just love his laugh and smile. Lately when he laughs, he laughs so hard he gets red in the face and his whole body moves up and down -- like father, like daughter. Happy Birthday Dad!

Work It!

So I was asked by my boss to represent M&M at the State Bar Conference for all the attorneys in Idaho in Ketchum in July. What an honor to represent and suck up to new clients, existing clients and just have a fun time. Obviously, Debby still thinks I'm great even though I don't right now. So me and this other gal from Twin will do a fantastic job in hopefully getting more business into M&M. Thanks to Debby for this tremendous honor to represent the greatest company around!

White Flag

There hasn't been anything to blog about because shit is still happening and nothing's worth blogging about -- other than I bought a pack of cigs. Oh, and please don't feel sorry for me and post a comment like "things are going to look up," or "hang in there," because let's be honest -- IT AINT GOING TO GET BETTER EVER!!!!

Funny Friday

THE STUTTERING KITTEN FROM THE MOUTH OF A CHILD...YOU NEVER KNOW.

A teacher is explaining biology to her 3rd grade students. She says, "Human beings are the only animals that stutter."
A little girl raises her hand. saying, "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."
The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.
"Well," she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!"
The teacher exclaimed, "That must've been scary,"
The little girl said, "It sure was. My kitty raised her back, went ' Sssss, Sssss, Sssss ' and before she could say ' Shit, ' the Rottweiler ate her!"

The teacher left the room........

"You Can't Handle the Truth."

One of the greatest movie lines came from A Few Good Men with Jack Nicholson yelling, "You can't handle the truth." How true is that? No one wants to hear the truth, they want to sugar-coat it to make it more nice. Why? Is that to protect our feelings? Guess what, GET OVER IT.
In high school I lied to my parents to "protect them." They didn't need to know what was going on with me all the time, did they? Well, guess what, they knew exactly what I was doing. I mean, growing up in a small town of 350 people, they knew where I was, what I was doing, who I was with and they didn't even have to make a phone call. All they had to do was go into Pipers Grocery Store or the Grange and find out everything.
As I've gotten older, I've made peace with mom and dad with all the lies I told, and since then really haven't lied. You can ask a lot of people that I just can't lie anymore. Sometimes I wish there was a filter button inside my head instead of just blurting out the truth, but then again, people just can't handle the truth anymore.

Identity Theft

Well, I have been the victim of identity theft. Apparently the purchase came from a Macy's store in Ohio from a late night shopping spree and an online purchase from MAC, a makeup store, according to the Wells Fargo banker. My card has now been cancelled, have to wait 5-7 business days to get a new card, a temporary one can be picked up at my local branch, then it will take up to two weeks for my money to be put back into my account. I asked, "What happens when this ends up bouncing my other pending checks? You will be covering those, correct?" She said, "Yes. If that happens, it will be another 10 days after the overdraft has been completed before I see any monies received back."
All I can say is: To the person who stole my card information, I hope you're feeling good in the new clothes and makeup I bought you. You're welcome!

Dayne Wrestles (Nacho Libre Style.)

So Dayne has pretty much wrestled his whole high school career. Given the fact that he's a senior and he's at the State Championship in Nampa this weekend, I decided to go watch a match. I'm not big into wrestling. You know, the grunting, the tight outfits, the slamming of bodies to the mats, it just isn't my thing. But then it happened -- I got bit by the wrestling bug. I'm sure there are actual names for these moves, I just don't know them. So the match begins. Dayne out of the gate gets his guy on the ground. He's trying to pin him and he's getting out of it. Me yelling, "Come on, Dayne." Guy is out of bounds and they start from the middle and guy is on ground with Dayne standing over him. Me yelling, "Go Dayne!" They start again. Guy gets Dayne on the ground. Me yelling, "Come on, Dayne. You can do it!" Dayne is still on the ground, but guy hasn't pinned him. Me yelling, "HIT HIM DAYNE. BITE HIM." Okay, not really. Dayne gets out from underneath the grasps of death and pins him. I jumped up screaming and yelling, "Way to go, Dayne. Wahooooo." It was so dang exciting. He got beat last night, but then wrestled again this morning at 10 and won. He is now wrestling for 3rd place. I'm so proud of Dayne. L-e-t-s G-o, Let's Go, Let's Go. L-e-t-s G-o, Let's Go DAYNE! Leg kick!

Aahh, the power of Pine Sol

After cleaning my new place for practically a week off and on, I realized that I had gone through a whole bottle of Pine Sol. Do you know how much I love, love, love cleaning products? And especially ones that smell good where you can tell you've cleaned and it smells so fresh and so clean, clean. Yeah, I do. Call me crazy, but I love the smell of a clean house. My favorite cleaning products are: Murphy's Soap, Orange Glow (Orange smell) Hardwood Floor Cleaner, Lime Away (it's toxic, but man can it clean a toilet bowel just by spraying and let soaking), Pine Sol, Pledge for dusting, Windex (some people use Vinegar, but come on, Windex ROCKS), Green Scrubbies, Scrubbing Bubbles for shower tile, Comet or Ajax for actual tub. And yes, I even have more cleaning supplies down below my sink, but those are just a few.
I don't know if it's because I used all my elbow grease and blood (yes, I cut myself) to fixing the washing machine and dryer, but it's almost as if my clothes are that much cleaner and fluffier. It puts a smile on my face to know I did this. I made this stinky, dirty, grimy house a home.

New Place

I thought that since I have pretty much settled in, I would take a few pictures and post them.

The first picture closest to the writing is where you first walk into my house.

Next picture up from writing is the living room and dining room to the right when you walk into the house.

After coming around the corner from the dining room to the left is my small little kitchen.

Then after going through the kitchen you go down a couple stairs and you can either go outside or, next picture, down the stairs into the basement.

Let me tell you a little something about this basement. First of all, it hadn't been cleaned since the owner was living here in 1953 (unknown is the date, but it was NASTY). There was so much dirt, trash, and, yes, even dinosaur poo -- okay, I think it was actually cat poo, but it was so dry and disgusting that I know it must have been there A LONG TIME. It took me 6 hours just to clean the basement, washing machine inside and out, and dryer. My dryer door is broken so I just lean a chair up against it to keep it shut. I was afraid to turn on my dryer until I had taken it apart from the back and vacuumed the whole thing, including the vent thingy and screwed the back back on. And I had 2 leaks with the washing machine, which I fixed myself -- yea, you can go ahead and call me Ms. Bob Villa.

On with the pictures and back upstairs. ....

Once you enter my house, if you go to the left there is my room (with Gussie looking so snuggled on the bed.)
My tinny, tiny bathroom. Actually, I get ready at my kitchen island because there's no room in the bathroom. I do my hair and my makeup right there in the living room.
And finally my office (top picture.)

So there you have it. In the words of Ty Pennington "Welcome Home Ward Family, Welcome Home." (By the way, I hate Ty Pennington.)

Confession

Let me just start off by saying that anytime I start out a conversation to my mom or my sisters, "I've got a confession," they tense up or say, "Oh, great, what is it?" So, I've got a confession: YEP, you guessed it, I caved in and bought a pack of cigarettes late Sunday. I smoked them that night, I smoked them on Monday. By Monday afternoon, I didn't feel too good. I had a headache, my throat was bothering me, and the worst of it, my lungs were getting tighter and tighter by the minute. I crushed the remaining five or six and got in the shower, washed my bedding and had to go buy a new toothbrush because all I could do was smell it -- and I smelled it everywhere. After being back on the wagon today I was hoping to feel better, but my lungs are still as tight as they were yesterday. Let's just put it this way, I really think I am done smoking for the rest of my life. Up and up and up I go, high ho! I can do anything, and everything will work out, and this too shall pass.

Really? There's more?

So they say that death comes in 3, what happens when shit happens over and over and over? Is it called bad luck? After putting up a fence yesterday at my new place, I was feeling pretty good about things. I'm moving this coming Saturday, I've got the movers ready. I'm cleaning up this house on the following Monday, have helpers coming. Have given an $800 deposit, not including the partial rent for the remaining month, paid half a month for Jade's house, paid $150 for the fence, still have to get a door for the other place for the dogs, then you've got the dentist bill and all the medical bills and the emergency computer crash bill, but let's throw in the mix a "check engine" light. I mean, how much shit does one have to wade through before things start to look up? I've almost given up, thrown in the towel, raised a white flag, whatever way you want to put it, I'm D-O-N-E!!!!!!!!!!!

Computer Takes a Dump

Well, my desktop computer took a dump. I'm wondering if any of my followers have someone they recommend to look it over and see what's going on, if anything can be recovered or just what the hell I did to it when I picked it up and threw it across the room and it smashed into a hundred pieces -- okay, not really, but I wanted to when it wouldn't turn on.

Bite it 'till it bleeds.

It got worse. My job today was last-minute, only supposed to go for a couple hours (I got another 170 pages.) I had the rush that had to go out today by 2:00 and here I was stuck in a job with a man who kept saying you know, and I was like, and she was like and this is how it went, dah, dah, dah...... I bit my tongue about 10 times today. I wanted to smack this man upside the head and say, "Really?" My mom always said, "Bite your tongue." When I would say, "Mom, I did bite my tongue." She would say, "Bite it 'till it bleeds." Let me just say....my thung is tho thor.

The Answer is: Yes.

Going on a week of tooth pain, I finally got in to see a dentist on Wednesday. He told me I have a cracked tooth and a fractured tooth, but that he couldn't fix it until February 3rd. I told him, "Uh, Hell No." I can't have this toothache for another 12 days. So long story short, I might have to invest in Orajel stock -- well, not really because I have no money to play the stock market, but not that I would want to anyway. So that brings up another thing. Today I called to find out how the appeal process was going with the Ada County Indigent Service and they said the hospital didn't put in an appeal and that I would be responsible for paying the full amount of all my medical bills -- "No help for you." (say like the soup Nazi) Well, needless to say it wasn't good news to get right before you're supposed to go into a job, so I went into the office and told my boss -- you're probably thinking, oh, she's probably going to tell her she can't take the job, right? No. I asked for an emergency cigarette. I lit up and went to my job, sat in the parking lot and cried and cried smoking that shitty thing feeling sorry for myself. After stinking myself up, I compose myself like a professional and go into the attorney's office. After I'm finished with the job, 120 pages later, the attorney says, "Oh, by the way, we have to go to trial on Tuesday. I'm going to need this by Monday." I smiled and said, "No, problem."
So my final question is: Can it get any worse?

New Place

I've found a place to rent! It's a 2 bedroom 1 bath place that needs a little tlc and I'm up for the challenge, I guess. I move in on Saturday, February 12th, but will do a little cleaning/sprucing and adding a temporary fence on the 11th. I'm sad to see this house go back to Jade, but glad I'm still in the area I love -- 83705 area that is. I will post pictures when I'm all settled in.

Assistant 4 Hire

Are you in need of a job? Can you type? Do you clean? Are you able to walk the dog?
If you've answered yes to all of these requests, YOU'RE HIRED!!!!!
At the beginning of the year I started out with an attitude like "This is my year dammit." Well, so far, it's been a pooper-scooper deal. I'm having to once again pack up my household and leave this little place I've called home for a year because I can't qualify to buy a house because of my medical bills. So along with being busy with work -- and, yes, I'm glad I have a job -- I've got to now find a place who will rent to me that will accept dogs or I will have to say goodbye to the dogs. Do you think I have time to search and call on places for rent? HELL no. I either need an assistant to do the research for me to find a house, check them all out, then narrow it down to 3 and then I'd go check them out (oh, plus you have to walk the dog) OR you stay at my house and bust out 285 pages and I'll do the checking around and walk the dog.
I'm just frustrated as hell and have had a constant headache since the 4th of January. I just want to scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nah, I take that back, in my head I just screamed and it hurt.

It's over? I wanna redo.

So even though I was in Richfield for a week, do you think I was able to do anything fun? Nah, I had so much work to take down with me, I didn't do anything but work -- oh, I take that back, New Years Eve, we got together for dinner and games. I was able to complete 488 pages, send them to my proofer, make the corrections on them and then send them into the office to be processed. I'm now working on the final transcript which is 168 pages and I have 62 pages to go and then give to my proofer. So here it is the last day of "vacation," it's 1:17 p.m., Sunday, and I have to work tomorrow. I want a redo of my week vacation.

2011

Well, it's been one year ago today that I said I was going to attempt at blogging. Well, I can scratch that off my list of goals for the year.

Another goal I attempted and succeeded at was losing weight, 17 pounds. Even though I have more to go, it's worth scratching off the list.

Next accomplished goal was quitting smoking. As of last Thursday, it was 10 weeks. Yes, I've had a couple, but I'm still saying 10 weeks.

So here's to another year of hopeful and successful goals waiting to be accomplished! Happy New Year!