Change Is A Comin...

I know it has been so long since I have posted....AGAIN!  I don't what the problem is, except I am so darn busy with my new salaried job, so that means I work 50-60 hours a week. Plus I am still getting ready for my new arrivals.

I am the new Day Program Coordinator for Rise Services in South Jordan.  It really is going to be a great job once it is cleaned up and running smoothly. I also will quit pulling my hair out once I learn how to do all this stinking paper work.  It really makes me want to drink....and drink.....and drink some more.

It has to do with training.  I need to do it the work as I am being shown, kind of like when you are driving and someone is telling you where to turn.  She doesn't get it.  I try to understand what she tells me, and I think I do, but then when I go to work on it, I am lost.  So you can see where the drinking comes in.

I have only been there four weeks and I have already fired two people and hire four new ones.

Now what I am going to tell you can't be made up and it is indeed the truth and I have lived through it. On Monday we arrived at Mrs. Cavanaugh's chocolate factory around 10:30 am.  We weren't there five minutes before it happened.

First one of my guys wet his pants and left a trail across the floor. Then the autistic girl, threw herself on the floor and crawled under the table, she sat there a minute and the next thing I knew, she pulled her pants down and ripped her maxi pad out of her underware. And then finally the cute little old lady had to go to bathroom, which she didn't to get to in time and had poopy pants.  I went up to pay our fee and the lady said "we will just do the condensed version so don't worry about paying."

We were in the vans and on our way back to the center at 11. 

Needless to say, I think we have been banned from Mrs. Cavanaugh's

Uh Oh...

It is almost the end of January 2012 and I have blogged once so far. I really can't tell you where my month has gone. There is a big life change coming for me in a few months. I can't give anymore details or the time being, some of you know, some of you have some kind of idea, and then there are some of you who have no clue what I am talking about. There are clues on my Facebook page. I will say, I have wanted this as long as I can remember.

It is time again for the yearly reminder that I am yet again still undeniably single. Is it a choice? Might be...NOT!

I hate going to stores to see how commercialized ths holiday, like every other holiday has become. I hate seeing couples kissing and hanging on each other in public. I have to literally bite my tongue to keep from blurting to anyone in ear shot and the offending couple to "get a f-ing room!"

I mean really, there is a time and place for that, and it ain't while waiting in line for your food. So dude, get your hand off her a$&!


Another reason I hate Valentine's day is it is a reminder that I have another freaking birthday coming. Ugh!

Every year I say I want to do something way fun for my birthday, and it never seems to work the way I imagine it. Lol!

So I am looking for suggestions, ideas, or surprises lol!

Valentine's Day Swap

I decided to take January off for swapping. So now that I am ready to start again. For February, I thought we should get a little more creative. A valentine's day table runner. You can make as simple or as intricate as you want. And as always tuck ins to go along with the table runner.



Details---

So the rules for the swap are as follows,

1. Your table runner should be Valentine's day related. You can re-make an existing table runner or sew a brand new one. A min of 3 tuckins, more are fine.

2. Your package should be sent out no later than February 14th. Its best if you send it priority, the boxes are free at the post office and it isn't too expensive. Its needs to have a tracking number. Please email it to your partner and to me.

3.Please be considerate of each other and keep a line of communication open. If you receive an email from your partner, please reply back in a timely manner.

It's very important you let me know if and when you send and receive your package.mmespeially if you don't get one.

Sign up goes until the 20th of January.

2011

I have lost track of the date since being out of school. The only thing I am sure of, is Monday morning. Back to school..Blehhh!

I did realize it is time for my annual year of review via facebook statuses.  Boy some of them are hilarious!!  I wish there was a way to put them all on because it could be a book.

I spent my winter break, sleeping and puking....not how I envisioned my long awaited and much needed break, well the sleeping part I did.  I have made plans all week to catch up and meet my good friend Laura, but it has yet to happen.  I am crossing my fingers for today.

My little furry babies have been so happy that I have not left the house since Christmas Day.  In fact one is curled up in my arms right now-------->
She longs for this all day long. Her little head is resting on my arm and moves with me as I type, (which apparently is not really good, I keep having to back space to fix mistakes.)

Two of my other furries are at the groomers, getting beautiful and hairless.  I can groom, but I just hate having hair stuck in places there isn't supposed to be hair, let alone dog hair.



My hope for this new year is to make some big changes!  Especially on the love front... I know he is out there!!

I am planning on doing a swap every month, so if you are interested, please let me know which months you want to participate.  I have an idea of the themes, but if you have a suggestion, please feel free to send it my way. They are way fun when you have a participating partner.  Sometimes you get a dud, but that is how it works. So if you have had a dud partner in the past, please don't let that sway your decision from joining.

 My wish is for all of you to have a wonderful 2012.  Achieve all your goals and dreams, find the love you deserve, fill your home with peace and happiness. Lived  life the way you want to.


Happy New Year!! Stay Safe!!

Ahhh Finally!

I just looked at my posting for this month and it was pretty bad, actually it sucks! But It could be, that I have been concentrating on surviving until winter break started!

Finally, after much pain, anguish and tears, 12 noon hit, I shoved my kid on to the bus, yelled at Fox to move her damn truck and tore out of the parking lot, tires squealing around the corner, leaving everyone in my wake and never looking back or giving that place a second thought!

Ahhh... ten days of absolute freedom!!


I have so much I want to do that I don't even know where to begin. Sleep is on the top of the list. With working two jobs, 7 days a week, the latest I get to sleep is 8:45 am on Saturday only.

I wish I was able to go on a trip of some kind or go to the spa and get a massage. I need to rejuvenate myself so I can go back and have the energy and heart to deal with the little problem child I have in my class as well as the child I work one on one with. Not to mention anything else that will be thrown my way.

I am looking forward to spending time with my family, laughing and having a good time. I am also looking forward to giving my babies the attention they need when I work strange hours. My furry babies...

December Swap

Ok my fun creative ladies, everyone should have sent their November Swap packages out. If you have not, please let me know ASAP!

For December we will be doing a Christmas Stocking Exchange.

Make it fun and as special as you can. I always loved opening my stocking up on Christmas morning and looking at all the goodies inside.

It doesn't have to be sent out until the end of the month, after all the holidays are over.

Sign up now until the 10th and I will send details out as you sign up. Once I close the swap, I will email your partners out. Any questions, ideas or suggestions, let me know. I am always open for new creative ideas!

True Creative Story As Told By My Brother Adam

"Cover your heads people!" My six year old Toby exclaimed as we approached Walmart.

"Prepare for battle". 

This was his war cry as he wrapped the top of his head in his jacket.

"What is the problem?"  I relented as I tried to herd our four kids all under 

10 years old into the tire and lube center.

  
"It's them."  He pointed skyward.  "The pigeons.  Don't scare them. Pigeons 

poop when you scare them.  They can't help it!" 

My eight year old Aiden, was nodding in agreement. "It's true, he's right."

Delaney my two year old added "Ew poop, Ew poop" to anyone; family, 

onlookers, spectators other customers or workers. 

She was a toddler sized FEMA broadcast. 

The customers were obviously split into two groups in front of me. 

Those who have bright, out going children, who speak their minds 

and those who have the same but often hate that they have quite so many.
 

Thanks to PBS kids my sons had become savants  to the pigeon 

gastrointestinal process.

"They're mating"

"They are NOT mating" I declared while I swept my youngest and only girl, 

Delaney aka Princess aka Princess-cuts-a lot (the latter due to her prowess

with a plastic sword, often backing her older brothers in to corners 

with none to playful swipes of a hard plastic blade). 
 

Aiden was still shaking his head, as if to indicate to his brothers how little 

dad really knows about pigeons and their mating habits.  
 

In mid swoop the soda can in my hand got caught up in the momentum 

and a portion flung out on to the ground and on to my ten year old, Lucas.  
 

"What was that?"  Lucas exclaimed, True terror iced his words. 

Luke's body was frozen in fear of foreign urea.  He was checking his dampened 

shirt like a soldier searching for flesh wounds after a fire fight.  
 

"My soda spilled a little Luke" I said.
 

"Oh, thank goodness, I thought it was a pigeon peeing on me."  Apparently,

nothing fills a ten year old boy's nightmares quite like the thought of pigeon 

urine coming in contact with clothing and skin. 

You'd be forever known as the kid who got peed on by pigeons. 

That is a story that does not easily die, that's the stuff of urban legends

and local torment.
 

Delaney looked at his dampened shirt and up at her eldest brother's relieved face. 
 

She pointed and delivered. "Eww poop"