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Monday, March 12, 2012

Busy, Busy Beaver

Whewww…aaannnddd I’m back y’all!
I’d love to tell you all (and by “all” I mean my one reader…thanks Judge!) that I have been gone on a super long, super luxurious vacation but alas…it’s just me being lazy and uninteresting.   Life has seemed really busy lately.  You know getting up, showering, making sure the bambina has clean-ish clothes, feeding our two poopses (Code for our dogs, Duke and Oscar & I assure you Poopses is a word.)  And man, does life go quick when you are this busy.  Super-duper quick.   How is it March already? And how is my baby 5 ½ months old? Jeeshhh…
So let me catch you up....
My hair stylist left (why do I want to call them hair dressers?) so I had to find a new one.  Insert weeks of hemming and hawing only to bite the bullet and come out looking like a monkey (albeit an artistic monkey) had painted stripes on my head.  Also, he ruined my favorite Target sweatshirt (you know the one that you wear every single weekend, that is so freaking comfy you think about sleeping in but decide not too b/c you want to wear it the next day? Yeah, that one.) 4 non-returned phone calls and 1 email later and the salon still hasn’t bothered to help me.  Me: Pissed.  I’m still streaky and hating it.
My husband continues to make me laugh till I wet my pants (thankfully that is still just hyperbole).  He is truly the funniest person I know.  Thank God I found him.  He makes my world go ‘round.   The fear that I might lose his silliness to a military deployment for months on end keeps me up at night.      
My nugget has found squealing at glass-breaking decibels is immensely gratifying and gets instant results (please make it STOP!).  Our dogs (see above) have become a source of extreme entertainment for her, which makes making dinner, eating dinner, and cleaning up after dinner much easier for the grownups in this family. 
One of my best friends in the whole wide world deserted me for a better job and a lovely home.  I tried wooing her with nights of babysitting (for my child), endless loops of Sex and City reruns and her favorite fro-yo but my package just didn’t cut the mustard.  The city feels lonely and desolate without her and her husband.  She, however, is back in her hometown of Dallas being all wonderful and happy.  I plan to become very familiar with the Big D. 
Why is Downtown Abbey so freaking good?  My hubs and I are obsessed.  Never heard of it until I saw bunches of “Downton Abbey” posts on Facebook.  (I refuse to be out pop-cultured by the weirdos from high school) I googled, found the first season on Netflix and have been calling people Your Lordship in a horrific British accent ever since.  Also, I’ve fallen in love with zombies and the apocalyptic ruin of a society in the Walking Dead.   Where’s your humanity, Shane?!  So, so good.  And this coming from the chick who hates to be scared and grossed out.  But this show –awesome!
See?  Busy, I tell ya. 
And dear, dear reader(s) what have you been up to?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love reading your posts. I like your quirky sense of humor. Totally right about Shane... Crazy.

Kristen @ The Chronicles of Dutch said...

Awe! Thanks! I feel all warm and gooey inside now :)

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