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

I can't get over that commercial. Love it. I randomly spew out tattoo artist's line all the time now. So, I went walking around the mall yesterday to unwind some during lunch (stress is the word of the week... trust) and after walking into the stores I always walk through on a regular to see if I find a good bargain, I find that 'Rave' is sucking me in so I walk in (against my better judgement which tells me that this store is far too young for a chicky like me) and immediately, there is this cute lil Asian girl (who works there) who greets me. Now, when I say little, I mean, she has an adjusted little person voice to go with her possibly 4'8 stature. The girl was eerily little but she made me happy w/her chirpy greeting and little stature so I immediately wanted to prop her up on my right shoulder and make her my 'good angel' but I realize this would be patronizing, so I did not. She goes on to tell me that the store is closing so everything in the store...

Weekend wrap up goes a lil sumpin like this: Wolftrap on Friday night w/Mas, Cowboy and some of Mas' friends. The weather couldn't have been any better. Really, what a GORGEOUS evening and as it turns out, Cowboy had never been to Wolftrap so this was a particularly fun treat for him. Excellent show ( Cesaria Evora, gorgeous emotional voice with a combination of some depressing soulful songs and festive songs about, well, not sure what they're about because I'm not so proficient in Portuguese), dancing in the grass and crying with Mas. Mama gon' miss her some me once I move to Austin and that broke both our hearts simultaneously (not to mention when one sees the other cry, it's just reactionary to cry as well, plus, wine had been consumed and some emotional songs in porguguese came on that had us all kinds of sappy). Poor Cowboy could just take turns consoling us and feeling a bit guilty (for kidnapping me and taking me away from my Mama of course). After ...

So, I had to work a bit later than usual tonight (nothing to even try to whine about though, so I'm not) but I also knew that someone was coming by to check out the townhouse that we're trying to put on the market here in about 2 months (though Cowboy put a description posting up on the internal govt bulletin board intranet so we've already gotten lots of interest) but Cowboy said he'd clean up and get it ready to show in the hour he had before they came (though we keep it pretty tidy in general so I wasn't too worried) but holy smokes, he wa'nt joking. I came home to a model home! Everything was dusted, fragrant home oils burning of fresh baked cookies and cranberry fragrance throughout the house, furniture perfectly and strategically placed, floors vacuumed and classical music playing. I swore he was about to propose again (I always ask if he's gonna propose again if he says he has a surprise for me or if the place is looking particularly clean) but, no, a...

Last night, I dreamt that I was outside running and suddenly I see that Britney Spears is running along beside me and asks if I want to go away for the weekend with her. I shrug and figure 'why not?' so after the run and a shower, I meet her at the hotel lobby (I was staying there apparently) and we went to a convenience store. To my horror, she was taking 2 bags of peanut butter cups, 4 packs of cigarrettes, 2 bags of cheetos and a 6 pack of coke up to the counter to pay. Well, I did what I do when Cowboy tries to do this, I wrestle her to the ground and tell her that I wouldn't sit by let her punish herself like this (nevermind her supposed drug addiction and heavy drinking and her tacky whorey apparel... I know, I judge) and to dig deep and try to find a love for herself and her temple. She was pissed and fought me but I was stronger (again, it's a dream...((flex))). So, it turned out that I was helping Britney get back on track with detoxing and juicing and her ...

I was tagged by Suviississima (and by Bug about a month ago (edit: oops it was in April, I'm way late on this) that I still have to put some time into, I promise I'll do it eventually) for an 'about you' kinda thing and it's basically 7 random things that most don't know about me so I'll give it a stab: I had to sleep in feet/leg braces in my crib when I was a baby and then had to wear corrective footwear till I was about 6 because I was so... deformed. Yeah, I was a popular kid. And look at me now! ((falling on face as I try to take 2 steps forward)) I'm Spanish-Irish - ok, not really but damn I freckle like a redhead. Not sure what that's about and that's neither here nor there but at this point, I'm reaching, huh? I was held up at gun point when I worked as a teller at First Virginia Bank and after the stoopid thief kept insisting that I throw EVERYTHING I had in my drawer into his bag (even though I kept trying to shake my head and sa...

In terms of fun new news, Cowboy and I are talking to a builder down in Austin and possibly decided on a model of home that we want to go ahead with and it's awesome! It's NUTS how much bang you get for your buck if you move out of the general DC area (as with other areas I'm sure). We're basically deciding to go with a house that we're going to grow into since we can get it for such a great price right now. We're making a brief trip out to Austin in a few weeks for Cowboy's interview and to sit with some builders and hopefully get the ball rolling. This trip will probably determine when I officially get surrounded by Texans. Maybe I can take a little Northern VA flag and wave it around to represent. Last night we took Skeeter out for a run and half way through, she just threw herself under a sprinkler, rolled onto her back w/her feet up and played dead. First I laughed... then I joined her. Smart doggie. "I don't wanna do interval training anym...

Me n' my Cowboy (now would be an opportune time to mention he ain't a picture kinda guy. Too bad, so sad... click!) Awww, the pain in having to take yet ANOTHER picture. Tortured soul... I make it all better? Froggy's wifey and lil Noah Ohhh, I haven't posted pics of Froggie's bebe #2, have I? How adorable is this lil pumkin? And he's got the functional family ears... Lucky bebe. He is by far the quietest and most relaxed baby ever. Makes me think... tick tick tick. Oh and Froggie's b'day card to me said something like "Happy Birthday Clussy, you're the bestest sister ever and you deserve all the happiness in the world. I can't wait till you become a Mommie!". BAH! He's been egging me on for months now to procreate. Babies are now his answer to the quest for happiness. ((shrug)) And, here he is again. Seriously, check out the ears. He could totally be a spy. Haaapppyyyyyyy Birrrrthday to meeeeeeeee!!! Skeeter in the pic w/my new r...

HarmsMonkey sent me my obligatory B'day monkeys today in an email and in e-card. That's the kinda thing that ties the whole day together for me... Thank you Harms!!! And, it being my b'day I got to wear my brand new (well, bought it back in Feb but was waiting for right day/occassion to wear it) re d dress today, red high heeled sandals that Mama bought me for early birthday present, red toe nail polish, red skivvies and... ah, red phone. I stopped short of donning red lips because, well, that'd just be pushing it? It's like my protest to my white walls of course. Oh, and after I got in from lunch, what awaited me at office but red roses . I'm officially crazy? Red is the color representative of intensity, aggression and insanity (which is not really me on many levels, just some I suppose). Anyways, red just does it for me, obviously. Bossman and his wifey took me out to lunch today. Sweet! And Cowboy met us out for lunch too. Double Sweet! I swear I...

So, in the preparations to get the townhouse ready to put on the market for buyers to come through and squeal "I NEED THIS HOUSE, We'll take it!", we are putting some work into the place. We're changing light fixtures to spruce it up, clearing it of any 'clutter', having floors cleaned, fixing any lil boo boos and painting... Now, normally I LOVE painting but the painting that went down this past weekend was a sad sad event for me. I love color. I hate white walls. White walls = mental correctional institution. White walls Clussy Love. Our realtor had come through the house a few weeks back and pointed out all the things we could do to make this house 'move in ready' for potential buyers and make it more of a neutral pallete. F*&^ing stoopid... lkdgkaldf, good for nothing, lkjsldfjs. "Take down your personal pictures, put up general decorative print here and there, remove most color from walls, remove majority of personal decor, etc......

Holy grainy voice I'm in love with this song by Brandi Carlile (The Story). Thanks to the technology of TIVO, I rewound and played it repeatedly the other morning (think it was Monday) and I literally had tears running down my face as I sang along... then I reached for the Midol and hopped in the shower. The song makes me so happy and singing along is the best! I had sent Cowboy the lyrics in email and tried convincing him that I wrote it for him. He believed me at first... Then I played it for him and started singing along sweetly to his delight and then the hook kicked in and I hollered the chorus... Serenades are under-rated. I can't stop listening to this song and bobbing my head whilst mouthing out the words. My coworkers are completely unphased so i can do as I please? So, camping last weekend was fun. I found out that I'm engaged to a lumberjack. Awesome. I have a new respect and love for the act of splitting logs, especially when said log splitter is shirtless ...