Dead lizards are tasty!!

No more sleeping on the floor for me, no sir, I have moved up in the world. Yup. That’s right. I have a bed. I admit, it’s a futon, but I like versatility. You also have to remember I live in one room (well, two if you count the bathroom) and I need my bed to get smaller sometimes. Well, not really but I am really enjoying pretending that is the case. Once the whole room is set up you will get pictures. Satiating curious minds is my job. I still need to get some tables and a loveseat. I don’t want an entire couch. I just don’t. The more sitting areas you have the more likely it will be that people will want to visit. That’s how I see it anyway. What is with these people and their glass tables for crying out loud? I am going through CL and it’s glass table after glass table. Whatever. Moving on. I might even try to find an easel or something as I am going to have some open space that I could make into a tiny project area. As of right now I am working on my key project (The key project? Coming along nicely thank you! Check it out below. I thought I was going to run out of keys. Now I am starting to wonder. It’s almost finished.) after work, after dp, outside of my place. That way I can watch the hummingbirds buzz about and sit until the sun goes down.

Side note: The plan is to get some flowering plants that attract the little savages so I can get National Geographic on their asses and provide you with images of the tiny feathery delights.

I am a little stressed about exercise, so I found an indoor pool to swim laps at. The jump rope will still be the occasional go, but with the limited room and my absolute solid unshakable refusal to jump outside, it’s going to be iffy and annoying. With that in mind, it will soon be project, after work, after swimming, after dp. Totally. I am going to be a svelte taskmaster. Lot’s will be accomplished in that tiny work area. It’s all going to be beautiful. It’s all going to be unique. Promise. Jim is loving dp. He has made a bunch of friends that he romps with. James has discriminating taste when concerning other dogs. You see, he only plays with dogs that will try to hump him and that he can try to hump. Once the hump game starts, he knows they can be best of friends and off they go to run about and do dog things that look super fun and very tiring. Sometimes the James simply lies on the picnic table and surveys the going ons while getting up only to solicit the occasional scratch. Either way, he loves dp and screams his head off with excitement as soon as we take the turn into the parking lot. I am also enjoying dp. The people are a trip. I hit the afternoon crew and it’s mostly made up of 50+ men. There is one constant female and I can’t decide if she’s wasted half the time or just naturally like that. Either way, she rules. I found out from one of the guys I see all most every day that all the men think they have a chance with me. Gross but funny. As in strange and as in ha ha. Now I don’t know what’s worse: The fact that a bunch of elderly small town ya hoos think they can get up on me

Side note: To make this even more repulsive, I guess they are under this assumption due to the simple fact that they are in normally capable of having their way with women even younger than me. Gag.

or the fact that I had no idea this was the case until one of them clued me in. Totally and completely oblivious, that’s me. It’s a nice world I live in. *sigh* The one that finally brought me up to par in is pretty cool. He is helping me with this dilemma by asking me as loud as possible how my boyfriend is. This means every single day. It’s hysterical and I indulge by making my answer just as audible. These are the kind of things that keep me entertained after all. Needless to say I look forward to dp almost as much as the James does. It’s my only human contact in Payson other than work. Maybe one of these days I’ll remember to bring my camera and snap some pictures for you.

The job is still trying. This woman grooms like nothing I have ever seen. Were I to groom like this anywhere but Payson, I would be fired on the spot. No joke. It’s getting frustrating as I know what a decent groomer I am and I have to turn out dogs that look butchered to say the least. Unacceptable. I don’t know how long I can purposefully make dogs look like shaved down freaks. I guess with the cooler weather coming there might be some change? Whatever, this sucks. I went and groomed for the woman down the street and that wasn’t bad. I have some thinking to do…

Ah yes! Jimmy has successfully made his second kill! The first was the rat while walking the Charles. He head butted it to death and it was excellent. This time it was a lizard. Normally he cannot catch them, as they are way faster than him. I stepped up and took my piece of the action. The little guy cornered himself and every time he ran under something I would lift it up, give the war cry and the chase would resume. The first time Jim got him, he played dead. We almost believed that one. Jim gave him a little poke just to be sure and off he went with James hot on his heels. The second time Jim crunched him in his mouth just to be sure. It worked. I cheered. I have no idea what my neighbors think of me at this point. Maybe they’ll just assume I am a bit off and leave me alone. That would be great.

Oh man. Guess what I am doing this weekend?? Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better… The James and I are going to Mr. F’s family reunion! Yup, you read it right. Saturday will be spent with the extended family in Prescott (AZ). Now you might be thinking, woah, family reunion? This is getting heavy! Right? Well, don’t get to excited. Firstly I am going because I was invited. His family thinks I am just top shelf. Who else would you bring to your family reunion other than the one and only JH? Yeah, I’m a NICE ONE. (Hi Mike and Marcia!!) Second, I think it sounds like it could be a flat out hysterical blast. I mean, the plan is to get soused before even going to the reunion. That alone made me want to join. Any time you have to drink before meeting people you have known for years, you know it’s going to be awesome. I’m thinking of proclaiming myself designated driver or something to that effect just so I can watch this whole affair go down dead sober. I’m quicker on my feet that way anyhow.

We’ll end this blog entry with a nice little slideshow. It’s not much but it’s all I’ve got. Talk to you soon.