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

I'm getting married ya'll! I'm trying to make it a trend in my life to get engaged every 2 to 3 years. So far so good. Ok, kidding about making it a trend. First time was practice? Stunt double? Right, something like that. I won't go into all the sappy sticky details but we'll be waiting till the end of the year (and not-so-coincidentally the end of hurricane season in Carribean) to tie the knot. Till then, we keep on living in sin. Awesome. I'm not really blogger chatty cathy lately because I feel like all I'd do is obnoxiously gush and be that girl , so instead, I sit here and sigh till my boss tells me to stop. I stop for a minute then tilt my head to a side and stare out into dreamland and sigh again and he reminds me that he's in the room. See? Annoying. Here are the options for dresses: (Jemmy's choice) Might as well dress for the weather I want to hear chants of "Congratulations! Nice Ass!" Subtle Spanish style dress that my Mom...

I want the following please: Horsies thermal PJ's (clearance for $19.99 right now!), Yes, I know they're not sexy but that's ok, I've wanted these badly since last fall when they were $45 and... ponies!: Red ballet flats (DSW, here I come): Tank/Tee Shirt dresses by American Apparel (Sooo cheap and so comfy): Ralph Lauren dark skinny jeans (These just make me look taller and leaner): And to quench my hunger after all that shopping, Colossal Ten Pound Live New England Lobster and some champers: Damnit, why do I love stuff so much? Off to window shop. Doh, time to shop for a Gala dress again!

Cowboy and I are hosting a BBQ for his crew of friends and family this weekend, which I'm actually really looking forward to, even though I go into hyper hostess mode when I hold gatherings (every_time, never fails unless you get me drunk). I've already listed out what we're gonna serve up, we hit up Costco last night (it'd be wise not to ask what the total of that trip was), have been cleaning the house in preparation and I'm even making Mama's famous Sangria. See, all his friends are married with babies (except one who's getting married next month) so I'm that one single girl being mixed into the 'Wives Club' who have all recently had chi'ren. Luckily I have an ally (trusty Lyly, whom I adore and kept in the split settlement w/grasshopper, since I met her and her hubby through grasshopper, I discussed the need to keep her in the settlement, she agreed so there you have it) so I'm not going into this w/too much apprehension. On a side...

If anyone would like to save themselves from the doom of going to hell for all your sinning and give to a good cause, please sponsor me in the March of Dimes walk (because I'm an over-achiever, I'm going to be running while the walkers march and I'm going to get to the finish first and call dibs on all the great refreshments and prizes first!). If you just want to help me feel proud of my fund raising efforts, that would be good too. If you just want to give to a good cause, that also works. Either way, if you'd like to sponsor me you can do so here . If it weren't for these lil princesses in the making, I wouldn't be walking this thing in the first place. http://www.walkamerica.org/Clussy

All the firsts in a relationship are so sweet. First kiss, first time saying 'I love you', first time having relations , first fart... ((shaking head)). So, after a week or so of enjoying the bliss of being together again, Cowboy and I had shared everything, were lost in our sappiness and googley eyed stares and exchanging the ever gag-worthy "I love you", "I love you more", "I love you most ", "I love you most est "... "ok, we both win. You're hot", "No you're hot" "Ohhhhh, I Love you". ((gag sounds... I know)) Yeah, it can get kinda bad so we avoid doing it in front of people and if his friends ever hear big macho Cowboy in that state, he'd never hear the end of it [mental note to get hand held voice recorder from Staples tomorrow]. Right, so all's sweet and lovely and neither can do any wrong at this point. Then it's the middle of the night and I had fallen asleep w/stomach pain...

Ever have those days where you really feel that you should be drinking at the office to numb frustration? Even my boss who's normally the most mild mannered man out there has a solid case of tourrette's syndrome today and since I share an office with him, my ears are subject to words I'd get slapped for using in conversation. I wish I'd brought my flask of apple shnapps in today. At least Nastena (please see her love letter to me below) really likes me and wants to marry me. She wants me to move to Maine, fly her over, marry her, make me the feet massage in a hot bath, in the middle of the hotel under the stars (must research this cool hotel she speaks of). She says that she will show me that next to herI will be completely happy. She says she knows what I have on my mind and that noone but her knows better how to make me happy. But, downside, I'm supposed to be 'the man' in our relationship and we all know that, well, I thrive on my girly side and so, ...

Yesterday was a beautiful day so the obvious conclusion I came to was to speed home for a run. Excellent. I figured, OK, I'll go for my longer run first then swing back by the house to pick Skeeter up for a leisurely run with her to get her some exercise too. Brilliant. I got about 5 miles in on my own (was going to tag on more distance but was struggling for some reason) and then back to the house I went. As soon as I pick up Skeeter's leash, she gets all hyper and runs to the door so I recall Cowboy's words of "You need to be stern with her so that she knows who's boss, if you don't, you're just getting her into bad habits and it's more to work to undo. Be firm and don't take her B.S. because she'll definitely try to overpower you". Right. So I tell her to sit and stay while I get her collar on and out we went. Um, Skeeter's strong. She's about 80 lbs I think and what a strong will she has... Long story short, Skeeter runs ...

Holy shit. ... wow .... Alanis Morissette just got street cred in my book.

After a weekend in TeHas for Cowboy's interview w/the teaching certification program, it's almost a done deal that we move down to Austin, TX in August. Well, him in June (to start the certification program that's an intensive 2 month program) and then I follow once we decide on a house. We went to Dallas for the interview and visiting this past weekend but everything I've heard up to this point has me leaning towards Austin and thankfully he's flexible enough that he changed up his teaching district so there you have it. I'm well on my way to becoming a certified cowgirl. OK, so it's not as 'country' as I had assumed. It was more like a prettier Ashburn, VA in my opinion, though the architecture was much much more appealing. The houses and even shopping centers were all stone and brick w/more of a Spanish influence. Hot damn, I loved it. Traffic was nothing like this crazy area and the people... ((sigh)) Loved them. Thankfully my work's su...