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!

Santa Came Early

It's now been 3 weeks that Santa came and dropped me off a new Dyson Pet Vacuum. I've thought about submitting a clip into the Dyson company of me vacuuming BoBo with my sisters' Dysons, hoping to get a free one. But just in the nick of time, ol Saint Nick's helper came rushing over from Richfield to drop it off. I've been vacuuming like crazy. There's something about getting a new vacuum only to start vacuuming in places that haven't ever been vacuumed, right? And BoBo is very happy when I crack out the Dyson. He is the first to go over to the rug (everywhere else is hardwood floors) and sit down, hoping that I'll crack out the wand. When I crack out the wand, he knows it's his turn. I need to upload a video I took from my phone, but I don't know how. I might have to call Debra on that one. Anyway, thank you Santa in Richfield and Santa's helper love you and my Dyson!

Who doesn't love ham balls?

Yesterday I was able to attend a dinner hosted by the Ward cousins. How I love Emily, Debra and Steve (and of course their families, too). There's something about ham balls that I love. Maybe it's the fact that I only get to have them once a year, or maybe it's the ham balls (cousins)that comes along with the ham balls. It's fun to get together and laugh, visit and enjoy each other. I can't believe they all have cute little kiddies. I wanted to snatch that lil Carter up and take him home (okay, so maybe just for a day) and cuddle him. I gave him a hug when I was leaving and I said, "You're my lil pumpkin." And he goes "I'm your lil pumpkin." And I said, "Yes." He was like, "No, I'm your lil pumpkin." He was trying to say, "No, you're my lil pumpkin," only he couldn't quit spit it out. I thought it was so cute.
So thanks to the Wards for hosting this lil ham ball for ham balls, wouldn't miss it!

I'm Still Stickin with 6 Weeks Today!

Even though I flubbed up the other day and bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked 3, I went to bed even more angry and boo-hoo-ie. At 3:30 that morning I got out of bed, got my pack of cigarettes, crushed them up, poured water all over them and then proceeded out in the cold in my pjs and slippers and put them in the trash and went back to bed. I'm still doing great. I've been finding out a lot about myself in the past 6 weeks, but it just goes to show that (according to Ted Pyrah) I am "one tough Ward and Pyrah."

Holy Snow!

For the first time in years, we got dumped on. Our weathermen usually are wrong about the weather here in Boise and when they said we were supposed to get 4 inches, I was like, "Yeah, right." When I awoke, there wasn't just 4 inches, there was 7 and it was still snowing.

Want to know what happens when a nonsmoker needs a break? She plows her driveway and sidewalk and no, not with a tractor, although I probably could in Richfield, but with her snow shovel. Great workout, but now it's back to my computer work and warm house!