It's all gone...

I know I don’t blog as much as I used to. I am also aware of what a crying shame that is considering I could easily help you waste time when you could otherwise be doing very productive and responsible things. I am slightly ashamed. Useless jabber is my specialty after all. But truly, as much as there is still the endless assault in my head I have been simply enjoying what others would call a vacation while I have been keeping house AND keeping my oh so awesome company happy as a pi… let’s not refer to excellent people as swine shall we? The point is I couldn’t vacation if I tried. Hard. I am a multitasking goddess. It is what it is. The thing that is keeping me the most pleased is knowing very few people and not having to do anything unless I want to. I like the fact that I am not easily found right now. I am left alone and there is not the slightest bit of pressure. No schedule, no appointments, nothing. Ahhh… the sweet smell of empty. Good news. I have been getting up during the hours that signify the morning. Is it easy? No. Am I enjoying it? Very much thank you. Oh yeah and that crap about appointments? I just got back from one that proved the JH looks good no matter what you do (check out my flickr account, I insist). YEAH! That is the kind of schedule I can handle right now. I’m starting to think I could take just about anything. This is obviously why people vacation. I totally get it. Alas, this is the last week of my glorious nothing. Starting Monday the 13th I will be heading to Payson to start my new responsibility filled life. It all begins at 9:00 sharp. I might even shake it up a bit by showing up early. After work, I will be moving in to my new place. This will consist of finally taking my suitcases, craft container and the dog bed out of the truck. Oh yeah. I’m not fucking around any more. After all that is out I can finally start moving in the furniture. I’m thinking a futon, a couch, a coffee table and maybe, just maybe a small desk. Dishes plates… yeah, everything. This is all pretty exciting. No matter how many times I set up an apartment, it’s always like the first time and I love every second. The fish have also moved into a new place. Is anyone else blown away by the fact that the fish are still alive?? We had a slight scare with some fungus but that has since been remedied. There was no way some mold looking swill was going to get the best of my gypsy fish. No way. We tackled it head on with a ferocity even I was impressed with. The fish slowly overcame their illness and the fungus began to dissipate. Then came “the kick”. Our incredibly perfect company that normally makes us overly happy to be alive decided to cut corners and vault a counter top. The fish are residing on said counter top and got the brunt of a swinging foot. Not only was the vase overturned chipping and cracking the top, but our well traveled (not to mention recuperating!!) blue fish was flung from his normally safe and predictable (and now medicated) home and onto the floor! It was tragic and I treated it as such by clutching at my chest and screaming MY FISH!!!!! at the top of my lungs. I have found that clenching and shrieking really helps me in times where fast decisive movement is crucial. So now, not only is out company perfect, he is also a life saving fish hero. YAY! This meant the fish needed a new residence (broken homes always lead to an adult life full of struggles and past transgressions after all) and I love Target. So not only did the fish get a pretty, larger home but me and the most perfect company I can think of at this time smelled about 50 billion candles. Candle smelling rules. We went with some Oriental Voyage tea candle mixture because it is fresh smelling and some incense because he likes that kind of thing. I’m more a candle girl myself, so I also grabbed this large different blue tri colored incredible smelling candle with a little glass plate for a holder. Collapsible dog bowl on sale (just in time for backpacking in the wilderness)? Check. It might get better than this, but I am not sure how… Oh, I forget myself. Dogs are allowed in Llowes. Uh, yeah. Probably so as not to be outdone by Home Depot but whatever. I put him in the cart but he wasn’t down with riding around like some pussy dog. Good boy. I am immune to scared faces formed due to the approach of James but since we have excellent company pointing it out and laughing about it as of late, I am reminded of it sometimes. I cannot believe how many people think Jim is going to fly off the handle, chew through his leash and become a bloodthirsty killing machine. I think we all know I am far more scary and prone to attacking than he is. He is better at screaming anyway. The shittiest part of Jimmy’s spectacular vocal abilities is that he’s taken to howling when I go out without him. That’s right, long drawn out I lost my best friend in the whole world and I know she’s having the time of her life without me and probably never coming back bellows. We’re working on it. It’s slow going. The extra bonus is that I don’t have to feel bad since the next-door neighbors have what sounds like 15 small dogs that FREAK OUT all the time and they’re loud. So we’re good when it comes to making enemies. Not that we were worried about it to begin with, or ever for that matter, but still. On the subject of enemies, or friends, whatever, I am making dinner tonight for the whole family. Yup, that's right, there is a family involved. It's going to be the mother, her BFF, the middle brother, his 6 year old daughter, Mr. Fantastic, me and the James. It all started the other night when I asked him what he wants for dinner the next night. I wanted to cook something he requested because I am just that nice a person. Anyway, he comes up with this excellent recipe and of course I agree to do the entire thing. I have been cooking my ass off and the challenge of something this large is a treat in itself. Well, we’re invited to dinner last night with the mom and her BFF, so of course I hold off on making it as turning down an invite by mom is just silly talk. There’s discussion about the brother and his daughter coming over and what should be made for dinner and the mom decided pizza isn’t healthy, but oh well, it’s easy. The dinner I was going to make is brought up and that’s when I did it. I flew off the handle saying things like “Don’t worry, I’ll make that for dinner! I’ll rock that kitchen! Just show up, it’s going to be great!”. So yeah, after a shower that hopefully ends with me styling this (refer to flickr page) so it looks half way decent I am off to find the ingredients. All three pages worth. Tonight is the night for success!