This has been in my head for two days.
I have been out of town for the last two weeks. The first week I was in… wait, let me get my head straight. The first week I was in Galveston for a conference and last week I was in San Antonio for another. I am a little bit worn out and my twittering is sorely out of date. I haven’t updated my FaceBook status in ages and I haven’t sent you lovely people a love letter in the form of a journal entry in a bajillion years.
My apologies, please forgive me.
But I come bearing gifts. I come bearing good news. I come bearing interesting stories. Oh, come back here. It’s all good, baby.
For those of you who care. I have on the cutest pair of strappy brown high heeled sandals. For those of you who don’t… See the next paragraph. While in San Antonio I was with my prior boss, oh he of the voice*, the shopping and the turning purple and running away screaming when I speak of anything… inappropriate in nature. He is the best shopper for me. So is Mister and my mother of course. If it weren’t for the three of them, I would be lucky to have on pants. So of course, in San Antonio we were basically sleeping in a mall (well, okay, next to a mall… on top of?) and so prior boss was dragging me around and throwing stuff at me to try on. Found THE cutest top(s) and some fabulous earrings, but the shoes… Lo’ they are strappy, a few inches high, brown leather and incredibly comfortable. Love.
*Third dude from the left. He would kill me dead if he knew I posted this. Please don’t tell. Go to 2 minutes 59 seconds in to hear him SANG. I love this song. It makes me cry. Shut up, I am Southern. And this poor man has to work with me. He is a saint.
So while I was kinda butt clench about this time of year (see last year’s post of suck … Click here for suckage) I am happy to announce that at the conference in Galveston nobody died, or had any kind of seizures or anything. Score. The meeting in San Antonio was good, as good as being out of town for two weeks can be.
But here’s some fabulous news. Things are SO looking up for Mister and me. I am happy, relieved and also a little bit smooshy. Like if you say something nice, I may hug you. And/Or cry… with happiness. Just letting you know. It was nice to miss him and to be missed. Kinda gets you right here (pointing somewhere in the vague vicinity of my sternum).
One large detail of HULK SMASHiness is that we had to give up Zeke. That is it. No more dogs. Max is fine, but Zeke went on (more than once) a one (90+ pound) dog rampage through the house during a thunderstorm. Yes, the storms were bad last month, and yes, we lost (a portion of) our fence due to a storm… but the poor thing, the older he got (was OLD) the more frightened he became. One day we were both working and a big storm blew through… here’s the rub, yeah, he tore the blinds off the back door and tore up the ones in the dining room, who cares. Yeah, he tore off the dryer hose looking for somewhere to hide. You have a dog, you expect expenses. But, the thing was he also chewed through the dryer electric cord to where both wires were exposed. He could have killed himself. And he doesn’t do well with small confined spaces for any longer than a minute or two, so crate training was out. Do not cross me on this people. I am fragile and may stalk you and come sit in your lap and bawl for about an hour, completely interrupting your work flow. So the good news is that the same place we got him placed him (same day, we were told) with a woman who just lost her elderly GSD and is a stay at home person. So, win, win. Except the part where I cry when I find a Zeke hair. And where I miss him terribly and (excuse me, I need to go… um, blow my nose… there may be pollen in here or something).
Um…
This has been in my head for two days.
WARNING: Language/Lyrics not safe for work. Please use your earphones. And then, please rock out. Thank you. Also, please note… that this is not the actual video from the song. It is a limp cartoon from The Lion King, but it is the only unedited version of the song that gave me the option to embed the video. Please to enjoy.
Yes, I am aware of the irony of the two videos I have chosen for this particular entry. Your point?
This post has taken me two days to write and I haven’t even given you guys the goods.
One little note. I think I may have a problem and an intervention should be staged. At my house. Bring your own axe. I stayed up last night past midnight playing RockBand2. I was connected online and got to play some of the strangest stuff I have ever heard. I failed out for the first time and I truly have renewed respect for musicians. Pushing 4-5 little colored buttons on a guitar/bass shaped controller while using the “strum button” is totally not the same thing. But I love it so. Apparently I am a 13 year old boy, cleverly disguised as a 37 year old woman. No one tell. Or wait, do TOTALLY DO. I will register at rockband.com and then we can all be 13 year old boys together. Leave comments with your band name and stats, ect… or email me.
This is gonna be fabulous.
Mister got me the cutest little HP Mini because I rule a few weeks ago and I am trying to work up the nerve to actually write something to get published. Wish me luck!
Dirt later, I promise. We (and by we, I mean me and the other party involved) have not even come up with a good pseudonym for them to use in the story we are going to tell. It is going to be AWE(wait for it)SOME.
PS.. If I don’t talk to y’all before the weekend. Happy Fourth of July!

