Bad Blogger. Bad....

I know, I know, it's been a long time since my previous post. I apologize for my absence, but hey- I've been busy! Dream job has been dreamy, I have exploited the cash for clunkers program (even though I refuse to admit my previous car was a clunker!), I have tried numerous new Pampered Chef recipes, I have gotten my tush back to the gym, and now Pampered Husband and I are preparing for my mother coming to stay with us for the Fall/Winter. Each one of those things deserves an entry by itself, and they will get their necessary attention, but tonight I have got to tell you the funniest Pampered Pet story ever.

Tonight PH, myself, and PPs went on a long walk on our favorite local track. When we got home everyone assumed their position. PH was on the sofa with one of our labs, I was on the love seat with the Jack Russell, and the third lab was on the floor. Well the little one on the floor must have decided it was time for him to get the love seat for a change, so he stood up and started to heave like he was going to throw up. As soon as I jumped up to help him and get something to clean up the mess that I knew was coming, he stopped, and jumped on to the love seat all by himself. How in the world did my pet just outsmart me? I guess they truly are pampered!

Pampered Wife

How Come? Part 2

So yesterday I spent 99.9% of my day at home waiting for the phone to ring with job news and the fax machine to ring with something I desperately need from my last company. This little something I asked for over 2 weeks ago and was assured that I would get it within 24-48 hours. Fast forward two weeks, I call and ask where it is and I was told, "We all have a case of the summer's here. We will get that to you later." Hello? What? Just because you don't feel like working doesn't mean I need that paper any less!!!!

So any who, I had to run out for like 30 minutes to get more pampered pet food- because of course they can't eat the stuff they sell at grocery stores, or even at pet stores. I have to go to a place and special order it. Sorry, sidetracked. Well, while I was out I got three e-mails from someone with questions about a Pampered Chef order, two from another person looking for a recipe, and low and behold, when I get home there is a message on my machine that the fax did not go through and I needed to provide another fax number! All within like my 30 minute dog food run! I called the lady back, gave her Pampered Husband's fax number and now I have everything I need- well, except for a job.

How come things only happen when I am not home and able to take care of them immediately? Here is the plan for today- GET OUT AND STAY OUT! Things only seem to happen while I am not at home, so I will leave. I am going to try to do every stinkin' little errand I can think of today and I am going to enjoy it. Time to stop stressing. My stress will not get me a job, just a stomachache.

Need to get going,

Pampered Wife

Happy Birthday America!

So I have to be honest, Independence Day happens to be my absolute favorite holiday. Yes, I like it more than Christmas, and impossible to believe- more than my birthday. My love for this holiday can be summed up in one word- FIREWORKS! Who doesn't love fireworks?

I love American history. People say that, compared to the rest of the world, America is so young and has very little history- which is technically true, but what it does have is amazing. To think that this country was started by a few brave souls who merely wanted to believe in their own religions. Then the turmoil the country went through when some believed in "All men are created equal," and others thought they could own people. But we survived. We overcame a depression that could have destroyed the country, we went to war with and against other nations. And here we are now, in a very similar situation that we were in years ago. Hopefully we have learned enough from our past to get through the tough times once again. I guess it is true that history repeats itself.

Oh yeah- on the fireworks note, I know three things that don't like them- the pampered pets! So even though it is my absolute favorite holiday of the year, PH and I will be staying at home helping the pampered pets through their least favorite holiday.

Happy Birthday America!

Pampered Wife