Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Won't You Be My Neighbor?

"The only man who is really free is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving any excuse." ~ Jules Renard

My neighbors -- the Spastics -- have been itching to have us over for dinner again soon.  Which has sent us into jump-in-the-car before they see us mode.  Not that I don't enjoy them as neighbors, it's just that their kids are a tad bit exhausting.  Or overwhelming.  Maybe both?

My heart goes out to them for being neighborly, and they're good people.  But after the first experience?  I'm a little hesitant.  You can read about it here.  

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A Little of This, a Little of That

"The sooner you fall behind the more time you'll have to catch up." ~ Anonymous

Well, I thought since it's been awhile, I'd catch up my old readers (bless you guys for sticking around!) and lay the foundation for new readers about what's been up lately.

I'll skip the boring, mundane diatribe about work. Still consulting. Blah.

Enjoying the new house. Though, now that we've been here almost two years, we're realizing how stupid we were to jump into 3000 sq feet. For two people. And two {crazy} dogs. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a bargain. Though I do miss the coziness of our old house, I don't miss the ghetto neighbors.

What else? Oh. I want a baby. Yeah, one of those crying, drooling, pooping messes that can turn your whole life around. Yep, one please. And the sooner? The better. We've been trying for about a year now. Thanks to some minor setbacks -- miscarriage included -- I find myself becoming slighting discouraged, slightly scared to try again. But that's a whoooole other post.

My friends are keeping me sane. Well, a couple are driving me crazy, but in general my life revolves around them. They're like my second family -- sometimes I wish they'd adopt me. As for my hubby's family? Sometimes I wish they'd just leave me alone. I'm just serious ... I mean kidding. Okay, maybe if his mother would just leave me alone, then I'd be golden. Even those stories are worth their own post. Someday.

I'm in the last few months of my twenties. I'm not nervous about it yet. I'm still not sure it'll feel any different than how I feel now. I mean, it's not like I'm 25 anymore. *sigh* To be 25 again. Now that was a sweet age. My favorite {so far} for soo many different reasons.

Anyway, that's about it. I'm sure everything else will reveal itself in due time...

I'm Back... I Think?

Hi. Hello. *blowing dust of the computer keys* Wow, it's been awhile! I know, I abandoned this baby awhile back. Like eons ago. But now? I think I want to come back. At least occasionally. Or sporadically. Or maybe a lot?

Guess I'll let life be the judge of that...

Thursday, January 28, 2010


"The only time the world beats a path to your door is if you're in the bathroom." ~ Anonymous

Some days you wake up and you think the day is going to be awesome. Other days you wake up, step in cat vomit, and just know that it's only going downhill from there.

I was supposed to meet J for lunch at noon. When 12:20 rolled around and I was STILL stuck in my meeting, I texted him under the desk and told him to go ahead and order. Fifteen minutes later I drove like a banshee to the sandwich shop, only to find him still in line.

I motioned to him that I was going to make a pit stop and made my way through the crowded tables to the restroom. Now, instead of having a separate hall leading to the bathrooms, this place had a single men's door and a single women's door, right off the dining area. I knocked, entered and locked the door.

Sitting peacefully and wondering why I drank three sodas and a bottle of water this morning, the heavy door flew open. An older blonde lady -- apparently even more surprised than I was -- screamed bloody murder, causing everyone in the sub shop to look in our direction. Like a deer in headlights, I froze. After what seemed like an eternity, the door slammed shut.

Mortified, I finished my business, washed my hands and silently hoped a window would appear so that I could crawl my way out. No such luck. I opened the door to find the lady there. "Sweetie! I'm sorry but you should have locked the door!". I warned her that is was broken, as every eye in the place was stuck in our direction.

Even though it was colder than hell, I made J sit outside. Of course, he couldn't stop laughing. "It could have been worse", he joked, "at least you weren't taking a dump."

Way to see the positive, J.

Monday, January 25, 2010

An Escape

Wow, it's been awhile ... and no telling how many posts I've started like that either. But, I truly do miss utilizing this outlet to escape the mundane or to share the embarrassing moments that seem to follow me around on a daily basis. Besides, I miss reading your blogs, too.

So, for 2010? More blogging. And less procrastinating. Ahh, the story of my life ...