Sometimes... I wonder why it is that I get hounded left and right to blog (by a person that shall remain nameless...) and yet they haven't blogged since Anna Nichole died. And that is totally last month.
I'm moving! AHHH!! I have so much to do, so many decisions to make, some much stuff to try and talk myself into getting rid of so I don't have to pack it.
And I currently have so much homework to do before class as well. Hmm...That means it's story time kids! Gather around! Bring the poppy corn!

The really big question is, sell my house or rent it out? I have a friend that is looking to rent it from me. She just has to check with the proper authorities before she decides. But if she doesn't work out, then should I go through a property management agency? The benefits of owning a house are huge... but do I want the hassle? ACK! I can't decide.

Also, in other news today, I almost had to kill an old man at the post office. People... grrr....
I was parked happily in my parking spot, and getting out of my car, when the old man in some brand new Lexus SUV starts honking his horn at me!! FOR NO REASON!! So I look at him, and I'm like, "What is the problem?" And he responded with, "Don't hit my car with your door!" PLEASE NOTE: He was practically taking more of my parking spot then I was, because he had to be all manly and cool and back into his spot, but apparently he is also blind and can't back up too well.
Side Note: Why is it that guys have to back into parking spots? Is that some kind of cool guy thing? Oh, look at me, look at me, I know how to use reverse, and not just when I'm going through the McDonald's drive thru and I forgot to ask for ketchup. Retarded.
Anyway. So the ol' man is all up in my face, and I was like, "Um... I'm not even close to your door." Seriously. Besides we all know that if he hadn't spent his kid's entire inheritance on that lame tree killing SUV they would still be speaking to him and he wouldn't feel like his new car is his only friend causing him to:
A. Park like a looser (That is you Back Up Man, that is you...)
B. Become anal retentive because he is to close to my car and thinks that I have never used the car door before and don't know how far it will swing. SERIOUSLY. I had to open the door to get in the car to drive it. I know how it works.
C. He just needs to give it up and to walk towards the gosh darn light, really. He is so old his SSN is one.
Hence, another violent Post Office killing almost occurred in the parking lot today. But I thought to myself, "What would Jesus do?" And I decided that sending Ol' Man to meet Jesus in some ways would have been appropriate. I mean, in heaven, he could back that SUV up in to parking spots all day. And Jesus could explain to him how I'M IN THE RIGHT AND DON'T DESERVE TO BE HONKED AT. But then I decided that Jesus probably isn't really looking forward to another cranky, possessions oriented old man, so I waved and told him to have a nice day. When I got back from dropping off my mail, he was gone. How sad. He must have felt the love in my one fingered wave... JUST KIDDING. I'm not 13, I didn't flip him off. Sheesh... : )

Just another day... So I thought!

So I have this big secret, one that I really haven't been able to talk about until now. The main reason is that it's work related, and I would NEVER want to spill the beans before I am supposed to and in the process shoot myself in the foot.

So here it is:

I am moving. I am transferring to the western branch of our company. A position came up about two weeks ago, and I started thinking about it. Then last week I emailed the HR over on the west side and got some more info. Then this morning, I got that info... and I decided to take the job! AAHHH!!!!

AHHHH... intake of breath.... AHHHHH!!!!

The reason I couldn't talk about it is that I didn't want my current boss to find out I was looking. Lookers can get canned for looking sometimes. And I would be in sorry shape if I ended up with no jobs instead of options.

So, the Westside has agreed to wait for me to finish this quarter of school. Plus, it is very important to me that I don't burn my bridges and I want very much to make sure that my replacement is well trained and ready to take over. I will then still work with them somewhat when I transfer. So the planned move date is June 16th (conveniently also Father's Day weekend) and then my potential start day would be June 18th. Things are a little flexible, because I need to be sure that my future trainee is ready for me to leave.

That's the plan my friends! It's crazy, but it's going to happen!

AHHHH!!!

Guess what my favorite reason for blogging is? So that I don't have to work on my homework! Ya!!
So now that I have all shown you what I did to my poor little doggie, I would like to note that I do kinda like that fact that he isn't shedding 24/7. And he looks more like a boy. But he was pretty cute when he was all fluffy. It's slowly growing out... and I think that he has completely forgiven me.
I stubbed my toe earlier. I have to say, stubbed toes are pretty painful. They don't seem to go away very fast... it's that lingering throbbing that I find annoying. Stupid chair. It just jumped out in front of me and wham... my little itty bitty (and you know that my toes are that small) toe is hurted. How come no one wants to kiss it and make it all better? Besides Howard? Howard the toe licker. Now that tickles. Ewww!!!
It's not like my homework is all that terrible. I don't even have that much to do. But I don't want to do it. So I must put it off as long as possible. Which would be right about now....
Darn it.
Okay... talk with you soon.

Hmm....

So what is up my faithful readers? (That would mean you my "Piratety Friend aka One that bugs me to bestow what can only be considered a summary of my lame-o-ness know as life".)
I should be at school right now. And it sounds cool when I say should be, because I know that you are thinking about leather jackets, poodle skirts and that all time hit know as "Beauty School Drop Out". What would our lives be like if John Travolta hadn't made us swoon in that classic movie Grease? A youth group sponsored girl's sleep over classic.
"Sandy... oh. Sandy... I sit and wonder why, whhhhyyyyy-ie, why, you left me, Oh, Sandy...."
Ahh. To bad that Johnny can never compare to my all time favorite Johnny. Mr Johnny Depp to you. I have his poster... and I would just like to say that he is one brooding, bad boy, Hotty Hot Pants. I would have to say he is the only guy I know that can wear eyeliner as it should be worn. Now that you are all sufficiently shocked and surprised (it's like a car accident, you just can't look away!!), I will get back to the subject at hand.
School. Signed up again. Yep. Classes are on Tuesday and Thursday. My teacher was sick today, so I am home. I love that about school. When the teacher is sick in elementary school, you get a sub. When the teacher is sick in college. YOU! get! to! go! home!!! YESS!!!
P.S. I really hope that she is feeling better soon.
What else is new... Oh, ya. For the first time in a while, don't really like my place o'work. However, I am still the exemplary employee that I have always been. And that will never change.
Oh, Howard got a little hair cut. Actually he got shaved. Oops. I think that I should mention that it is very important to be SPECIFIC when telling the groomer that you want a little off the top. Because then you might come by to pick up your cute little Pomeranian and walk right past him because you don't recognize him anymore. And then your mom might cry at the sight of him, because he looks so pitiful and sad... and cold. And then your dog might get a tough guy complex in hopes of maintaining his image with the cats in the house that are constantly mocking him when you aren't looking. You see where this is going?
Here is Howard before:




This is Howard as of last week:



As you can see... it was a wee bit of a shock. The worst night was Sunday though. Poor Howard, in the depth of his personal shame and despair attempted to end it all. He pulled a classic the coffee table is my personal buffet move while I was out grocery shopping. In about fifteen minutes (I don't buy alot of groceries, it's just me to cook for which equals let's buy a frozen pizza and call it good), Howard managed to eat about ten ounces of chocolate that my room mate had left out. Sigh.... I immediately took him outside in hopes that he would just throw it up (this has happened once before and his stomach took care of business in a timely manner). However, no such luck and the internet (on which everything you read is true, 100%, always) said that he was in trouble. Dogs can digest one ounce per pound of dog of milk chocolate and one ounce per three pounds of dark chocolate. Howard weights 12 pounds. And he ate a ten ounce bag of mixed mini chocolate bars, of which about a fourth was dark chocolate. So we hopped into the car, and I dropped him off a bridge. JUST KIDDING!! Oh my gosh, do you really think that I would do that? People, this is me. I am a sucker for cute little animals. Especially pitiful shaved ones with chocolate breathe. I took him to the vet where I paid $125 for them to make him throw up. The good news is that I didn't have to clean it up. Yes....
Howard pulled through, and he is slowly acclimating to his new look. I am liking it because he doesn't shed at all now. Which is good for me, bad for the Swiffer business. I have been single handedly supporting them for a while now.
Anyway... I am now going to conclude this short novel and call it a night. I'm glad that we had a chance to catch up! Talk to you soon...