A day (or two or three) in the life of...

This. Is. Killing. Me. Slowly. Fucking. Fuck. Fuck. That is me venting. I'm done now.

Thanks to dear Mikey, I got affirmation that I can whoop 18 5-year old's asses! Just cuz they're smaller doesn't make them innocent. In fact, 5 year old's are less inhibited and sometimes really need to be taught a lesson. ((flexing in mirror)) I just may be the person to do some teaching. Anyone need a sitter this weekend? 18 Proof that I'm such the biker chick: WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! You can put me in a pretty white dress but you can't take the tough outta me. rock on? I mean, ROCK ON! (never mind the re-re look on my face, it's all the gritty strength coming out). Wow, I'm really not a very cute girl. The proof is to the right over there. But I'm smart (lots of 3+ letter words in my scrabble games) and I'm funny (I laugh at my own jokes, that counts for something) and my laugh breaks sound barriers, not to mention the fact that I have some fierce calves. There's some redemption for my case. Some...

I realize I'm being dramatic. I mean, they're just wedding pictures but I've been dying to see them since months ago! Since before the wedding, since we contracted this photographer. Obviously I'm a picture kinda gal. I'm forgetful and inattentive so I need photographic proof to remind of what went down and who was involved. Double whammy even today! I got the pics come in via FedEx after a big debacle of them being lost and then sitting on a abandoned doorstep under layers of ice and snow and then rescued and sent over to us from VA (thanks Bebs!) and we also got the wedding video in! I've been too preoccupied with the pics so far though so I'll need to check out the video tomorrow night. If I start during the day, nothing will get done and I will regret even ripping that package open. I realize this really means nothing to anyone but me (and Cowboy) but I_AM_EXCITED! Afew of my favorite pics: One of the open hallways of the resort (Dreams Los Cabos) Suppo...

Ladies and gentleman, my time in the sun has come. I was plucked out of a crowd (of videos) and put in the center. Well, if the center is the demo page of a wedding videographer's website but still! I'm famous! Famous I tell you! Ok, so they probably rotate their demo videos every so often and we just happened to come up when they were updating their site. Details details. The point is, Cowboy happed upon a clip of our wedding video on the demo page of the videography company so we got a taste of our wedding video before it even arrived in our mailbox! Good Cowboy! Clussy love Cowboy long time! See, in between work these past few days (my concentration is taking a hit and I feel like an idiot at a time with my concentration needs to be sharpened), fighting with DHL over where the hell our wedding pictures/album/dvd's may be (long story, won't rehash), figuring out if we can get this mortgage loan to come through for the new house (considering the factors like, uh, ...

We took Skeets to run with us around Town Lake today and boy was she in doggy heaven! Town Lake is a doggy wonderland and Skeeter hadn't been out around that many people or other dogs in a long long time so she was freaking out at first, which was actually hilarious. Eventually she went with it and realized she was supposed to run with us instead of running at all of the oncoming runners and other dogs. Fun for all. We got our wedding pic slide show yesterday in an email from the photographer and I ended up watching it about 7 times already. Unfortunately, the photog uploaded the video to a free video hosting place that strips away a lot of the resolution of the video so we can't get a clear picture of the slide show but the crisp version should be coming in the mail tomorrow, along with 1600 pics! Wooooey! I'll be kinda busy this weekend being excited over all the pics. On a very positive note, Cowboy has a very strong job prospect that we're excited about so if al...

Ok, maybe that's a tad dramatic. Point is, Cowboy and I broke into our new home (we haven't closed on it so it's not technically ours yet but in our hearts it is and that's all that really matters) yesterday. We were trying to be patient but see, they have the new doors and locks installed so we couldn't just mosey on in and since they have the appliances in, I suppose they're trying to discourage someone going in and leaving with one of those fancy things so, they locked the doors. They forgot to lock all of the windows though. We scoped the place out, subtly trying all of the windows to see if we could find an open one when 'bingo' one budged. Since I'm the smaller of the two, ninja Clussy had the honors of slithering in through the window and ignoring Cowboy's knocks on the door for a bit while I admired our new kitchen. It was so exciting! The place looks awesome! The countertops and appliances are all in, the carpeting and tile installe...

Did I already mention that I won a resort limbo contest the first night we arrived in Cabos? Did I also mention that I was wearing a dress and my competitive streak beat out my dainty side cuz all I cared about was winning, no matter if the audience could see my goods. Wait, that may have factored into my winning... I rocked out that limbo contest and was ready for another lower round but the others who were participating in the contest couldn't go as low on this winning round so it was over. I had run right back up to the two men holding the stick waiting for them to lower it when they announced me winner. Apparently it hadn't really kicked in because I started lowering myself again to go lower till they announced again on the mic that I won and handed me my prize. I wanted another prize for going even lower. Oh well. Did I mention my boss took this pic as he was cheering me on? I love my bosses. The other boss's wife was participating in the contest with me. Oh, and ...

Ok, granted, I am fresh from our wedding/honeymoon and feeling a bit more proud than normal of my hubby but the other day, he paused me in my tracks when he looked at me (after I did one of my monkey dances or something equally stoopid) and said "you get cooler ever day". Yes, he is a poet. The thing is, it's not as if those words alone were sap filled but the look on his face and the sincerity in his tone told me that those words were as heartfelt as any poetry. Then tonight, he was peeking over at me over the breakfast bar of our ghetto apartment (as he did the dishes after I made us a mediocre meal that he seamed to be pretty ridiculously grateful for) and said "I love you" and I responded with "I love you too" but he shook his head, stopped the faucet and said "No, I love you and I love my life. Thank you.". ((pounding heart area)) This past week has been so difficult to get back into the swing of things with work so I'm hoping ne...

Sra. Clussy K, presente! We're now back from a whirlwind trip of a lifetime. I got to see just about all of my favorite people (definitely was missing seeing a few but understand circumstances don't allow us to assume everyone can make the trek) down in Los Cabos and get legalized as a Mrs. in front of 'em too! It was AWESOME! I couldn't have asked for a more gorgeous backdrop for our wedding or more emotions pouring out of me and everyone around. I got to have such special moments with everyone who came, whether brief or more in depth with others, it all meant the world to me. After the wedding wrapped up and the guests were all on their way back to the States, we headed over to the holistic resort which was everything we could have even dreamed of and more. As soon as we walked through the doors to check in, we felt like we were in some cliche movie scene for the pearly gates of heaven, seriously. The decor was all very sleek and under-stated, the low playing am...

Well, we're all packed and on a layover in Phoenix. I'm soooo 'cited! Cowboy's been AMAZING at keeping me in a relatively peaceful place with all the thoughts and worries flying around my head like the freaking Tazmanian devil. Yesterday was close to obscene, in my mind, for a solid 6 or so hours. Crazy is a light way of putting my state of mind for half of yesterday. I was in downtown Austin traffic (on the way to my new follicular torture agent) at about 2PM and I said out loud "Holy Crap, I don't know if I can do this". "This" being to think clearly and act like a civilized human. I was groaning at fellow commuters, yelling at people to 'lead, follow or get the fuck out of my way'. It occurred to me that I was losing my shit. Yes, it was a tense moment and yes, I recovered half way between my left leg being slathered with hot wax and my hair roots being yanked at with such purpose. Why do my waxing sessions calm me down? Am I tru...

So, the week right before your wedding... Yeah, stressful. I'm tired of stressing. You know chicks... We think 'oh, we want to just look as best as we can, have our tummies be as flat as they can be, complexion be glowing, dress be perfect, arrangements all be perfectly worked out and in place, etc...'. MAN, THIS SHIT IS STRESSFUL! I have been crying.... DAILY! FUCKING DAILY! yes, I said fucking so you know it's bad, right? RIGHT????? Poor Cowboy (ok... his name is Sean... I've 'named the puppy', then again, that happened a looong time ago. Ok, he's not a puppy, he's an amazing man who at this point and for the last year of my life has been like this gleaming constellation for me.... crap, I'm getting cheesy... Fucking pre-wedding hormones...), so, yeah, Sean has been patient and gone above and beyond in helping me off my daily ledges. I mean, really? Really?? Does every bride to be feel this or is it my crazy self? Though, we did watch a rea...

I want to pull out this routine as our first dance in Cabos. We can so do this.... maybe. Either way, this song's absolutely being played at reception and I'll be having a special prize for the best routine. Baaaa-rrrring it!

Ok, so turns out our temp apartment ain't in the best neck of the woods. Yeah, see, we didn't know that. We came, we saw, we sub-letted. We realized after today's run in our neighborhood (basically the neighborhood right outside our apt. complex) that we're not in the suburbs anymore. No sir. We wanted to go run around Lake Austin again but we were running short on time (long day with my work and him on the phone with lenders, builders and searching for a cheaper flight for Jems down to MX) so we figured we'd just run around our neck of the woods. We were running and smiling and reflecting on some cheesy loving, how close our wedding was creeping up and getting all lovey dovey when we hear "Hey yall, can I run with you?", we look over to the left onto a porch with a larger sized, lower economic-bracket looking couple of guys and we smiled and said "sure, come on!" and one laughed and said something smug. I'm fighting the urge to say "...

Today was a pretty good day. ((reflecting)) Have I mentioned (knowing I haven't) that we have a real live bed now? Yeah, we broke down. Roughing it was getting too freaking rough on the backs and the moods. We'd wake up feeling kinda sore and unrested and realized the slowly deflating air mattress just wasn't gonna cut it, so yesterday afternoon I see my Cowboy pull up in front of the apartment with a brand spanking new bed (full size but beggars can't be choosers) in the back of his truck so I of course ran out on the balcony and squealed, jumped up and down and clapped. I hadn't been that happy since he first got back from Iraq. The mattress came up and we just laid on it and smiled like goofballs at the ceiling fan above us. Holy crap, a bed never felt so good in our lives. On another not of no longer roughing it, we went to the dollar store to buy 2 sets of silverware cuz plasticware's for suckas, when we look into a store that we're driving by and th...

I'll start off by saying that the road trip itself was relatively painless (started with some stress of trying to fit everything possible into every square inch of that freaking Jeep and having to leave behind lots more than intended) and actually went by quick. After not having had a bed to sleep on for a few days, when we got to the hotel in Little Rock, arKansas, we were in heaven. Felt like royalty to have mattresses underneath our tired bones. The beasties were amazingly behaved and seemingly even enjoyed the ride. phew... Now, the AC did just bust altogether though so that was the_suck because the sun was a beaming and the bodies were a sweating and not in a fun way. The scenery along the way was mostly gorgeous though. Everyone should drive along Interstate 81 in Autumn at some points in their lives. Stunning colors. Ahh.... So, once we got here, we unpacked (hello 3rd floor temporary apartment, meet my calves and glutes, your placement is lovely. thank you) and looked ar...

Today's my last day in Virginny and I'm downright giddy. Of course I'll miss this area and the people that I love that live here but I'm so freaking excited! The movers came and took all our stuff (I miss my stuff) on Wednesday so all we have is a comforter, pillows, the clothes we're taking and the 2 beasties (Skeeter is at her Grandparents' house till the following weekend) and their carriers. The past month has been such a freaking tornado, I couldn't even begin to explain. Between bachelorette party and pre-party, bridal shower (holy crap the presents were awesome!!! ... as was the company and all the giddy smiling lady faces :-) OH and I got the obligatory tacky lingerie from an aunt. animal prints are hawt.), goodbye dinners, happy hours, packing and taking care of all the last minute details, I think I've almost tired myself out. Even just trying to post this, I keep drifting off into my racing thoughts of things to do (shit, I have to book the...

So, my bachelorette weekend was awesome. Friday night was chilling with my closest peeps and then my actual bach'ette party was on Saturday night and everywhere you looked, all you could see was a sea of exciteable girls in red. Ah... a vision of scarlet harlots for all. Harms planned a great night for me and luckily, she knows my tastes very well. Danke, my fair-haired lady. I think I kissed every girl who came out with the group and Mikey got to be the man surrounded by all the ladies. It was a win/win situation for all. I ate, I drank, I laughed, I got bondage tape gifted to me and then shoved my own face into the 'Save a horse, Ride a cowboy' cake that awaited me at the end of the night. All is fair in the bachelorette (ridicule, up to a certain extent, the chicky who's about to get married) party world? BUT, thank you Harms for not making me wear the atrocious 'Suck for a Buck' tee, any rubber penises pasted to headbands or hanging around my neck or any...

Mikey pointed me in the direction of this video and like I said to him, Ideally we'd run into this type on Saturday night. Now that's a bachelorette party that makes a chick second guess tying herself down to just_one_man_forever.

No words to explain how much of a whirlwind I'm in right now. I've been under copious amounts of stress which have me in a daze during some moments of trying to process it all. Luckily, my Mom's having someone come by and give me a good hour long deep tissue massage next week. I think that's her bachelorette present to me. ((stripper music in background)) On a very fun note... The presents are starting to come in! I had to delete the link to the registry site so that I wouldn't go and look at it daily but it's the whole 'wanting to open presents before Christmas' theory. I mean, we've all been guilty of it at some point in our lives, haven't we? Well, I have. I'm not a patient person and I LOVE presents! We initially weren't going to register but upon some insistence (mostly for bridal shower) we went ahead and did the registry and it was awesome! PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!!1111!!!! (love you HarmsMoney) On a low note, we're gonna...

Ok, body issues are working their way into my post. Somehow (yeah, this has been in place for last 32 years) I became that girl that has a small frame and thin build but has a soft rubenesque body. Boo... I want to be a tight girl... but lack the motivation. I just don't feel like spending 35 hours a week on resistence work and my body seriously requires that if I want to look like a tight chicky. Why must I let the media (perhaps the 17 Victorias Secret catalogs that are delivered to my door each week?) mess with my perception so? Fuck it, that's not me so accept it, right? Grrr... Yes. Ok, rant done. My wedding present to the future Mr. Clussy came in and whoa nelly.... Who'd a thunk? I'll leave it at that. ((patting me-self on back)) I'm really hoping Jemmy Pie comes down to TX. It's a possibility and I'm clinging onto it. Jemmy, I promise thee to not be with child till at the earliest Jan '09 and we can put our super hero outfits on and go out ...

So now that it's 2 months and counting for our big day, Cowboy and I are stepping it up a notch in the working out. We tried racing for a bit during our run last night till I reached a point where I had to stop, keel over in nausea and admit that I was getting too winded. double damn! Well, enough of these runs and I should be a bit faster and tighter ((crossing fingers)), we'll see. I sent all of our confirmed guests an email asking for their specifics for their meal choices for the reception as well as some song suggestions for the playlist. In this email I made a reference to YMCA being sung by ABBA. Cowboy's sister very politely replied "Did ABBA cover the Village People's YMCA? I'd like to request "Gimme that Nut" by Eazy E for the playlist. Can you put me down for Sea Bass? Thanks." Have I mentioned how much I love his sister? I'd marry her if I could (if Jeremy turned me down). I had my makeup done by a professional make up art...

The following is Jeremiahs responses to an obnoxious forward quiz and I love him dearly for it (except for the shiraz part, if I did that daily, my ass would never make it into work... he knows I save that for when I'm with him): Who are you? Jeremy When and how did we meet? AMS. I was a temp and you were late:) Do I smoke? Very, very rarely, but I've caught you a few times. Mostly under my bad influence. Do I drink? Does a bottle of shiraz a day count? (this was much more decent than my answer for him) Do I believe in God? Ummm...a little? Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. Clussy. You picked it. Describe me in one word - Sexy. (explanation: he loves me) What was your first impression? Very cute, nice and funny. And late:) Do you still think that way about me now? Actually you're quite timely now. And I'll raise "very cute" to "hot". (again, I must stress that he loves me) Who do I remind you of? Looks wise...hmmm...a ...

I've got about 17 shimmering platinum strands of hair right at the front of my hairline that are glaring back at me in the mirror every day and it's really really hard not to just pluck 'em or run to the store for a box of natural instinct coloring. I'm trying to be good about letting my hair just be for a bit so that I can go to a salon and plunk over some money for them to color, highlight and cut my hair so that I can finally be happy with it. If I give them over $150 of my hard earned money (work's been seriously intense lately so believe me, it is hard earned) then I better love what I see. I'm also perusing all the magazines for the color and cut that I would like but I'm not finding the one. I want to be able to wash n' go and feel like I look half decent and not like a shaggy unkempt poodle with dull hair color or not always just throw my hair up in a clip because it's easier. I've gone to 'doing' my hair about once a week ...

If I had more discipline, I'd go for a run EVERY_MORNING. It just starts my day off so energetically as opposed to driving into work with my eyes half shut and still sleepy, hence, extra-grumpy. This morning, I had to take Cowboy to the airport by 6am ( ouchies ), so I got back home and it was STILL dark but I knew what I had to do. I put on my mp3 player, running gear and walked towards the door. Every time I put on my running shoes though, Skeeter thinks she's coming so she eagerly follows me and even does a fun lil jump of enthusiasm. I of course am so easy that I see this and feel so bad that I decided to go ahead and take her with me (even though I felt like running alone this time), which of course, puts her energy levels even higher than where they were before. When we first step outside of the house, it's like a race horse coming out of the gates (her, not me) and she's just outta control. It takes all the stern tone (more like yelling "SKEETER, DON...

Ok, this magical creature is balancing out here now. Phew.... birds are singing again, starry eyed look back on my face and scowls at bay. We went and had some great Thai food last night and had some great conversation. That's always good for lifting my spirits and getting me in tune with Cowboy, especially when he's starry eyed back at me. We did have a debate regaring what Dry Humour really means. He swears he has dry humor, I disagree and was trying to explain to him what dry humor is (which in my opinion was sort of layers of humor that you had to look for or rather, pay attention to get as opposed to straight out mean humor that you really don't have to look for). Though I think I stressed the dead pan style of dry humor more than just general humor. I told him we'd clear it up today with some googling. I found this and sent it to him and of course, I'm right (but he's not openly saying that yet). Dry humour is humour told in a “dry” way, without emo...

PMS is a bitch! You gotta know that I don't use that word lightly, I just don't. So you can see how passionate I feel about this, right? My cycle is as follows Day 26 or so - cry for a good day and a half/2 days about everything and nothing at all then cry more when you ask me what I'm crying about. Day 27 - eat everything that is placed anywhere w/in my reach and if it's not in my reach, I'll drive to get my hands on some chunky monkey, hot fries, hostess cupcakes, cheetos... Day 28 - contemplate the bloat that makes me see a distorted version of my body type in the mirror, then cry about it until Cowboy asks what I can do about it to make myself feel better, then I ask him if he's trying to tell me that he thinks I'm fat. Cry more. Apologize for being a severe weirdo. Cry a bit more. Days 25 - 28 - intermittent, random growlings and twitches in my right eye Harms pointed out a great point "Your Cowboy is going to have somethin' on his hands...

Ok, so I've had some quiet time in the past few days to do some thinking and turns out, I think I'm going to miss some people a lot. I've been talking about the excitement behind moving and the new and interesting scenery, people, experiences and moments in general that await me but not about the scenery, people, experiences and moments that I'm moving away from. Makes me a lil sad at times. I'm at a place in life that I'm trying to make some of my relationships better, figure others out and accept the gap that's left in others and really figure out some of the experiences in the past 32 years that got me to this point in my life now. How can the last 30+ years feel like such a blur that brought me to this day? I mean it. Everything... My relationship with Grasshopper that taught me so much about what love feels like when you never really knew it before (he did have his strengths even though his weaknesses led to our demise) and then when things got bad,...