I'm a mover and a shaker! Well... more a mover.

The deed is done. Not only did I quit the Payson jobs yesterday but I thought while I had the time, I should go ahead and pack all my belongings into my truck once more and drive them somewhere else. This means all my things are now piled about the living room/diningroom area and I get to once again find everything a place. It's a little harder this time as someone all ready lives here. I personally believe it's just easier working with a clean canvas. However, the JH will persevere and as much as there was the slight freak out last night, my head is now calm and ready for the task at hand. I have even laid claim to the guest room (aka the garage) closet and bathroom. MINE! HA! Clearly the hummingbird feeder is going on the newly shaped bonsai grapefruit tree. I left the plastic one behind as I think it looks and acts cheap. The glass is proving far easier to clean. Another will be attained. Probably now. Right now. It's blue. I recommend only glass feeders to avoid that nasty sticky never come off mess the plastic ones provide. Gross. Speaking of sticky messes, I think I am ready to make my own liquid for the feeders. I keep hearing that it is a good idea to put in food coloring to attract them. I don't know how I feel about this. Dyes are bad for you aren't they? I worry about the little guys and the possibility of the dye giving them hyper activity and attention issues. I don't want a bunch of ADD hummingbirds craving my dye laden goodies. Should I get some Ritalin to mix in and off set the power of the dye? Conflict. I think the absolute best part of this here posting is that my crap is strewn about the house and I am online debating which feeder is better while typing out my blog. I truly work better under pressure.

Side Note: Not only is that savage little hummer in Payson spared the wrath of the pellet gun but I like to think we are better kinder people due to this as well. So see? Moving helps everyone sometimes.

Moving in yesterday was tough mentally and physically but I really do believe it is worth it. This was confirmed by Mr. F who, knowing what a fragile state I was in, surprised me with a "welcome home" card and some chocolates. And remembering how gung-ho I am about starting the health kick, he got the smaller box. Am I backwards or what? I'm all excited about getting the smaller box of chocolates. Ha ha! But the card... the card is what solidified the fact that my decision making is at it's best right now. Sweet special making goodness in my eyes. Here you go... and wouldn't you agree?




I am officially a desert rat. How would you go about typing out the sound little rodents make when they are chewing? You know, the the noise... thch thch thch?? Whatever, it's not important. What's important is that you know I am making those noises right now. The people at Payson dp were bummed I was leaving but I promised to come back and visit as it's not that long of a drive and James just loves it there. Speaking of the James he has decided that when I am at my worst (putting everything into my vehicle again) he's going to stand around and look super sad. He's especially going to to that right in front of where I need to get through with heavy items. He's a professional at this point. Not cool. But now that I am calm (as calm as I get anyway, which means vibrating *slightly*) he has decided the best route is the super cute route. So, for my fellow readers I present some daily cuteness:

All righty then. Starting the new job on Monday and I am pumped. I have 4 clients lined up for my first day there! This is surprising as the last girl that groomed there fucked everyone over (clients and receptionists alike) so I am gaining the trust of everyone back. This should be no problem at all for me. I'm going to flash my award winning smile say exactly what they think they want to hear and WAH LAH! trusting malleable friends. Gaining the confidence of the upper office people is going to be cake as good old Mike has started paving that golden path to freedom for me with his rave review. Giving me a rave review has to be the easiest thing in the world. I mean, I do it all day in my head so I know what a snap it is but it's still super to have someone else believe (and profess to a future employer no less) the inward ongoing rants in ones own mind. MM #1.5!!!

I have stuff to put away, things to get, movies to return and ears to clean. I might even start painting another flower pot as I finally have all my craft stuff with me. It's going to be a full day.