Ellie

Okay, so anyone who knows me, knows about my Ellie. She's the cutest little poodle EVER!! She was adopted into my family on Sept. 29th, 2004. She weighed 4 oz when she was born and has grown to a full 3 lbs. She has her own traveling suit case for airplanes (Thanks Tara!! You rock!!) that matches my purse (you can say "That's Hot!" right now). She has her very own red Parka for the Utah Winter Weather, several sweaters and a line of cute outfits with matching accessories. She has her very own jewelry box and traveling closet. She likes having her toe nails painted, but not in red, she prefers carnival or soft pink. She loves to play in the snow and dance for treats. She'll sit pretty for you and play catch with any ball, squeaky toy or doll. And is currently suffering from LSE (Low Self-Esteem). She had the most unfortunate accident with a pair of hair clippers this week. She was attacked by some crazed looney lady that was obviously jealous of Ellie's beauty and charm. And due to this unfortunate accident Ellie now shivers through out the day and night and refuses to prance in front of mirrors. So we're asking you for your love and support. For only a few "I love you's" a day, you too, can support this tiny creature of beauty. With your support you will receive...

1) Weekly pictures of Ellie,

2) Updated emails on her health

3) And a personalized autographed picture.

So don't hesitate a minute longer! Reach out! And show your love and support to the Cutest Poodle EVER!! For we all know that Love, makes your hair grow faster!

Happy Birthday Dad!!

I didn't get a chance to put this on last night, so I'll do it today. Happy Birthday Dad! Here are a few things about my Dad......

• He's Funny
• He has a great love for flashlights
• He loves children
• He loves animals
• He has no hair
• He speaks in proverbs
• He likes Westerns
• And he has some serious OCD with his glasses being sent to him

I love you Dad!! Hope you have a great birthday!

My New Love.....

For Christmas, Tara gave me a stability ball and all the fun little accessories that go with it. I have been having so much fun with it! It came with 3 different workouts, one being Pilate's, and it really kicks my trash. I love it!!

Idaho.....Here We Come!

We're off to Idaho to visit Brooke. Hope everyone has a great weekend!! See ya Tuesday!

Dahl.....My Ode to DAHL!!!

So I haven't been feeling very well this last week, hence the whine in every comment that I make. I've picked up this nasty head cold/sinus infection. And its decided to camp out in my ears. I really just can't hear anymore. So last night I had come to my breaking point. You know that point where you just don't have the patience to handle anything anymore. I usually need a brownie when this happens. Last night was no different, I needed my brownie. So I went to the store, cuz heaven forbid I make a brownie myself, and I'm thinking all the way there of what kind of brownie I'm going to get. I could have my all time favorite mint or I could have my Dad's favorite, German Chocolate or I could have Tara's favorite, Cream Cheese. ALL of these are excellent choices. So I went to the bakery to pick, maybe I'd take one of each and be good for the weekend. So I'm searching and searching and searching, I can't find any brownies. So I start talking to myself, "They can't really be out of brownies, this just doesn't happen. No Brownies?? What is going on?? A Brownie Shortage?? I've never heard of this before!!". So yeah, I start to get the wild eye, the world has come to an end look on my face. We're in panic mode. So I buy my apple cider run a few more errands and then come home and call Dahl. He's nice enough to stop playing Call of Duty (what are they on now 4?) and come over and give me a blessing. So here's my ode to Dahl, He Rocks!! I've vowed to stop pulling on his beard until he shaves the ugly thing off. I promise to stop telling large groups of people that he is the Original Hairy Bum. I'll stop encouraging small children to kick him as a sign of affection. And I'll even stop giving him pamphlets on what he can do about hair replacement. I love Dahl.

Promotions.......hmmmmm

So less than 24 hours ago, I was complaining about how I work too much. No big deal, I'm a whiner, I get it. I went to my staff meeting today and then had a follow up with the "big whigs". No biggie, they're all fun-loving people. I already knew what we were going to talk about. I've been given the opportunity to be a shift lead at the home. Just means more responsibility, better pay. And I've been thinking about it for about a week, the pro's, the con's, etc. And I had decided that I really like my 2 nights a week, low responsibility job. That being a shift lead isn't really where I want to be right now. So when they asked me if I would take the position, I was really surprised to hear my No sound so much like a Yes. And even more surprised to hear a list of benefits. So now I have to ask myself, what went wrong? What happened to my No? Why did it sound like Yes? And why did I agree to 5 nights a week? Is this a new form of self-inflicted pain? Do I really hate myself that much? I never thought I hated myself! I've always thought I liked me. I have Sweet Rockin' Hair!! What's to hate about that?? So now, I'm finishing off my day, as I sit here contemplating what's to come, while I eat my yummy honey wheat bagel with plain cream cheese (I'm saving my pumpkin spice for toast). And question whether or not the group home really does suck out my brain cells.

What Happened??

Remember when I said I wanted to get out of my house? I felt like because I worked at home and never went anywhere but Walmart, that I needed to spend 2 nights a week working at a girls group home? And somehow those 2 nights turned to 5? And now I work like 70 hours a week? What happened?? (and just a side note, toast should really only be eaten with such things like pumpkin spice cream cheese)