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Question of the day: How did Joy’s first week in Payson AZ go? Was the transition smooth? Does she feel good about her decision? To tell you the truth, it was trying. Leaving Mr. Fantastic was tough. Get to work on your first day an hour late tough. But I like to think I have taken on the burden of setting the standard and it won’t have to be questioned after this eh? I know, I was a little thrown off by the whole thing as well, what with my need to be punctual and all.

I had a very decent first day and groomed some dogs. The first one was a jerky little freak show but he’s looking great. Well, as great as he could groomed how he was (more later). The others were all perfectly well behaved and now look their best as well. I called my landlord while there to set up a time to meet and exchange money for a key but she blew me off. Now I was feeling… out of sorts… the entire day. Out of sorts like when you are a young little tyke, have moved and it’s the first day of school. Like that, but you’re 29 instead of 8. At the point of being blown off and not having my place to sleep at I felt totally overwhelmed and said fuck it. I was going to ditch entirely but instead I opted to take James to the local Dog Park to feel familiar and calm myself (which totally worked) and then drove back to Scottsdale for the night. Plan B. Since I was in meltdown mode and Mr. Fantastic is personality type eNTj everything was handled immediately.

Side note: I am an INFP, and if you are curious enough to find out what type you are, you can find the test here. It's pretty dead on when concerning me so...

Costco and Target were the chosen places to acquire everything I would need (furniture not included) for the new place. I have been camping on the floor and this weekend was used to find a bed, loveseat and tables. I have the futon and the rest will be found. I am over the need to bail, but it was a close one. I finally spoke with the landlord and was sure to put her on my schedule. She came and dropped off the key at my work. Let’s hope she enjoys my schedule. Yeah, I might do the blow off routine again. Other than that, I am going to give Payson a month. If after a month I am not completely pleased with the situation, I am going to do what I do best… Bail. Thank you to everyone who put up with my meltdown and talked to me while I was for the most part acting like a basket-case. Again.

Side note: I used my third eye again and it worked!! The first night on the floor was creepy crawly to begin with. Then after about the third time up to see what the hell was choosing my body as it's evening path, I noticed this super huge scary spider looking bug near my closet on the floor. That was it. War. I caught the large sinister insect and put him in one of my super cute fish cups. Once I had my captive secure I used my third eye to tell all the bugs that they could go around me, on top of the blankets, but never on my body or I would feed them to the obvious bug-eating carnivore in the cup. I visualized anything walking on my body and little bodies being flung to their death into the foreboding fish cup and went back to bed. Next thing I know, someone is walking on me. It was an ant. The ant went into the cup. A little while later another went in. I visualized me not fucking around. No more bugs. When Jim started flinching and trying to catch what was on him, I visualized him. He slept flinch free after that. I let the disturbingly large bug go in the morning. When Mr. F came to visit I did it all again and this time a massive spider came into the house and gave me the leverage I needed to make it all happen again. Another bug free night was had. Yet one more time the third eye prevails! HOORAY THIRD EYE! I think the secret is visualizing. Let’s face it… you can talk to a bug until you’re blue in the face with no results. They simply don’t speak English.

Sad news. My blue fish no longer has to battle fungus. I guess while I was working my first day he made a jump for it from his bowl. He made it. He made it all the way to the door. He was probably trying to get to reach the door handle as to summon my help when he drowned in the air. This was a sad day for me. I did what any loving parent would do and put him down the garbage disposal. I cannot believe after all those miles and all that fungus he was taken out by stupidity. Good bye silly little beautiful blue gypsy fish whos tiny brain is full of wool, you were missed terribly until I went and acquired a prettier healthier fish. That happened on the same day we went to Target. The new fish is magnificent and healthy so far (you never can tell how long a PetCo fish is going to make it). He’s a crown tail beta. Once the camera has battery power again (I forgot to charge them) I will be taking a picture of not only the new fish but also the new fish homes. This will be worth the wait. I also have no internet *GASP* at the new apartment. I am going to work on that as well so I can blog in smaller increments instead of sending you a novel every time you know??

The new job is going to be a task. The woman that runs it grooms dogs so they look HORRID. I have been doing my best not to be overly aggressive and pushy about it. I am going to gain her trust before pushing her around. That seems the easiest course of action don't you think?

Ah yes, dinner with the family. Smash hit. I went and got all the supplies (no easy job… go and find some cactus paddles, I dare you. In fact, I double dog dare you). Once back at the homestead Mr. Fantastic was there waiting to help me prepare the masterpiece (home from work early just to help little old me? *sigh* Heaven!). Well… let’s back it up a bit shall we? I was told which things should be done when and how after he constructed this massive plan in his head. Since I had just found out about the eNTj stuff I was still interested in seeing how his mind works (not to mention how accurate that test is eh?). Ends up it goes to the best possible place it can go provided everyone listens and doesn’t space out half way through their job to have a cigarette. The dinner was prepared efficiently and in a rather a timely fashion. Everyone agreed it was delicious. The teamwork was out of this world. Go us.

A little wounded bird came onto the walkway out front the other night so of course I caught it and brought it in to assess the situation. It was all kinds of damaged. I made it a nice little home for it and then proceeded to research. From what I could tell, it was a busted up Cassin’s Sparrow. Since the pet store was closed we settled waiting to get the bugs and instead bought some birdseed for the night. We checked Its tiny wings and one of them was scabbed and the joint was exposed. The little one died the next day. It was sad but upon further inspection the tiny little bird had many wounds and I think there must have been some internal damage. Well, what can you do? I did what any mourning person would do and put it down the garbage disposal. Nah, I didn’t do that. Mr. F was not keen on the idea of a sick bird chopped into little pieces in his disposal. So not fun. The bird went into the dumpster. Now I have this massive amount of extra birdseed. I think I am going to fill a platter with some every morning and put it outside my place to see what it attracts. Have I told you about the wildlife I see every morning at my new place??

Side note: Did anyone notice I used the word “morning”? Huh? Did they? Yeah, that’s right bitches!!! The JH is a morning person now!! Mission accomplished!! I am up about 6ish every morning and boy was I right, I love it! I have this bad ass programmable coffee maker that helps this entire morning person accomplishment take place. It has no coffee pot. Just a button. Less to clean. Awesome.

There are hummingbirds EVERYWHERE. I am going to get a feeder as soon as I can. I want a glass one as I have been told the plastic ones blanch from the sun quickly here. I’m hoping to get some National Geographic quality pictures. Yeah… There are a plethora of other birds there as well and I am hoping the seeds come in handy. I will post any decent pictures on my Flickr account, don’t you worry about a thing. I saw some type of weasel hanging out on my neighbors wheelbarrow. Little rabbits hoppity hop all over the place. The guys at dp (dog park) told me Elk will walk right down main street sometimes. There are also Javalina in the woods so I was told to get a gun if I am going to hike as they will automatically attack the James when they see him. Terrific. The up side of this is that Payson has an excellent shooting range I can practice at. I am going to be a sharp shooter if it’s the last thing I do.

Remember the cactus spines I stepped on while driving over the Apache Mountains? Me too. I am reminded every day as one of the spines simply will not exit my foot. I have bought an exacto knife kit and bathroom surgery will ensue at some point soon. I have had it. Do you know how hard it is to jump rope with something stuck in the ball of your foot? All most impossible. All most. Whatever. We’re doing the slice and dice and that little fucker is making an exit no matter what. Bring it.

I am loving my new hair cut. With the heat and my need to drive down the highway with all the windows down, this is clearly the cut for me. I like styling it down more than up but I might give the spiky punk rock look another chance at some point. I thought you would like to see it, so here you go. Take care. I love you my fans!!