There is beauty all around when there is no one home.

As the broccoli-bombs fall from the sky, as my mother so eloquently puts it, I begin anticipating that time of year when I feel that our house looks its best. Spring time. All of my parents’ hard work in the previous months begins to pay off when the first lovely bulb pokes its little head out of the red dirt and the grass becomes green again. Daffodils, Irises, Azaleas, Hostas, and Dogwoods permeate the entire yard.

I really love my house.

I absolutely love my yard.

I truly love the Spring.

Except for the pollen.

Lily

I'm not an addict, maybe, that's a lie...

I should be getting ready for work, but instead I am blog-stalking and drinking a diet coke. I wish that I could afford my fav, diet coke with lime. Alas, it is 5 dollars for a 12 pack. Being on a budget sucks.

Lily

Two for the Price of One!

Apparently I am feeling the need to be very "bloggy" today. And yes, I know that that is not a real word, but I digress. Maybe I am feeling particularly chatty because the house needs to be cleaned. Didn't we just clean this place.?! Surely it couldn't have become that dirty since last week.

Oh, but it has.

Blast.

Stupid pollen.

I am adding spaces for effect.

See.

:)

Well I have often thought a great deal about a theory my dear friend Melissa has about house cleaning, and I have decided that her idea is GENIUS!!!
Melissa wants to live in a house make of plastic with a giant drain in the center of the floor. When it comes time to clean you house just hose off the entire place and let it drain. Kinda like the portable toilets in San Fransisco. Melissa does indeed have a brilliant plan, but I am left with a few questions...

Do they make plastic couches?
And how do I get one?

Lily

Speak softly and carry a big stick...

So this afternoon I decided to take my very hyper doggie out for a little promenade, and what to my surprise did I find at the local drug dealer's house? A pit bull shaking the chain link fence while looking at Cletus and I like we were t-bone steaks. Yeah for us. And in all fairness the neighbor only takes drugs. I have no proof that he actually sells them. Any-who, I was praying so hard that I didn't have to curl into the fetal position making sure to cover my major arteries. Since I am a BIG fan of being alive I decided to hoof it home as fast as my little feet could walk. Score one more point in the column for why I need to get a gym membership.

Lily

I can explain, I promise!

I have a JOB!!!

Seriously.

Can you believe it?!

I sure can't.

I was going to the Dollar Tree, one of my favorite stores, and the dry cleaners that I worked at in high school had a "Help Wanted" sign in their window. I went inside in my pj's, yes I wear pj's in public, and talked with Suzanne. She told me to talk to the boss at the main store and I ran home showered, dressed, primped, powdered, and drove straight to the store.

He offered me the job in a few minutes!!!

I started on the 7th and these past couple of weeks have just flown by. Well kinda. My feet and my body are feeling every minute I am on my feet.

I can't believe that all three of us have jobs! Now only if we could get the dog a job...
Speaking of the dog, he is having SERIOUS detachment issues. He is used to me being here almost all day and now he is in his crate the majority of the day. I do not feel comfortable leaving him outside when no one is home. He is afraid of the dog house and will not go in. Cletus woke me up at 4:30 AM one day this week cause he just wanted to cuddle with me. It would be cute if it wasn't so annoying. I looked into having him go to doggie day care once a week, but he hasn't actually gone yet. We will see. My sister just says that I am being over protective. Whatever. ;)

This job was definitely a tender mercy from Heavenly Father and I know that mom is not having as much stress.

And Sallie Mae is happy that they are finally getting their money. ;)


Love the currently employed,
Lily

Karma

I am seriously going to kill my dog! ARGH! I heard him lapping-up what I assumed to be water from the toilet. (Don't judge. It is his favorite place to drink.) But then my mom told me that he was in my room. Well he is not allowed in my room and I usually have the door closed. (Unless he throws his body against it to force his way in.) This behavior usually only happens when I am in another room and I sneeze, choke on my spit (which happens more often that you would think), shave my legs with the razor that makes noise, iron (the noise from the stream freaks him out), or my mom is in another room without him. He is very, very strange. I wonder how you can get on the Dog Whisperer? I need Cesar Milan like nobody's business. Any-who, back to the lapping. So I go in my room and find that he drank my entire glass of Abuelita! It was placed on my night stand to cool off so that it would be perfect for me to drink after I was done blog-stalking for the night. Blast that damn dog! I started to scold him, and instead of his normal back-talking, yes I have a dog that mouths off to me, he went into his crate to go to bed. Boy did he know that I was mad at him! But I swear that he had a little smile on his chocolate-covered lips and a twinkle in his eye. Well after I went to re-check the damage to my beloved hot chocolate I walked into my parents' bedroom and was venting my frustration over my dog and all my mom said was, "This is what you get for not getting me a hot chocolate like you said you would last night." Thanks for your understanding Mom. Now I get to look forward to being woken up in the middle of the night when he inevitably gets sick and needs me to take him out. Being a doggie-mommy is sooooooo glamorous.



Lily


P.S. I accidentally deleted the comments off of all of my previous posts. It was not intentional and I am bummed. I love comments and feedback from y'all. I am just retarded.

P.P.S. I did forget to bring Mom some hot chocolate last night like I said I would. Opps.