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

It seems pretty cheesy to me to have engagement photos taken. Am I over-analyzing/judging here? I guess everyone's different on their opinions of what's going too far in the world of couple-dom (word?). I tease Cowboy all the time if we happen to wear similar colors or get a similar style shirt (we both got the 'Keep Austin Weird' Tees but mine's pink, see, and his is the classic UT orange color) and clap my hands and squeal "TWINSIES!". The thing is, some girls really relish in dressing their significant other up as their twinsy and the men let them. Is this supposed to mean they're more 'in tune' with eachother or a 'perfect match'? ((gag)) Where do the men in these relationships keep their testicles? In a jar on the mantle? OH, Harms' present to me was the best! Even better than a easy instal stripper pole! It was the cutest yellow tee shirt with lettering that read " Texas Hold 'Em " and had a hand print on eac...

So, after the gym last night, I headed over to Frog's house to meet up with Mas there and hang out with the fam. Well, of course, I find myself drowning in a pool of my drool over my nephews. They're so cute, it's sick. They're just these totally chill lil people who make you smile till they crack up, especially lil Noah. He kept running around and abruptly stopping in front of me and making these really weird faces like he was a lil drunken Stevie Wonder possessed by demons (it was cute... You had to be there?) and once he saw me cracking a smile, he'd crack up, run away and run back with a new face. Dear Lord, we laughed till we cried. THEN, I was able to train my not-even-two year old nephew to pose for me with his chin resting on his hands and smiling. He'd literally just pose for me and changed his pose for the next pic. I took about 175 pics last night (totally not even a Harmonism) and had to force myself to put the camera back down. It's like they...

Seriously, WTF is wrong with: Lindsey Lohan Paris Hilton Nicole Ritchie Britney Spears All are train wrecks. Nicole maybe less than the others from what I can tell so far and then Paris in 2nd place as not as bad of a wreck. Ugh, they are lacking in the talent and common sense departments and it's painful to watch. Can you imagine how they're going to reflect on this embarrassing time in their life eventually? ((shaking head)) Can't their families intervene or have they just given up on them altogether? So, I've been having really weird dreams with Grasshopper in them recently. The night before last, he was asking me to come into a room with him and just staring at me and not saying anything even though he said he needed to talk to me and I couldn't figure out what was going on with him. Then I was led out of that room by his mother who made me join her and her mother in some sort of ritual (facing a wall in the lower level of my current house and doing some pushin...

I always feel like I'm posting some sort of lame 'catch up' post on here but I find that while things are happening (seemingly quick in my lil world), I don't have the time (at least not all in one sitting) to post about stuff so I'm still in catch up mode. Austin was awesome! I loved the scenery, the people I encountered, the architechture that's most typical of the homes there, Cowboy's family who continues to just seduce me with a feeling of extended home that I love so much and the feeling of excitement that engulfed me as soon as our plane landed. I loved seeing Cowboy in his element and his blood pressure immediately dropping once we got in our rental and headed toward our home-to-be. The trip to the extended family's home can be summed up by lots of tight hugs, smiling excited faces saying they'd seen so many pics of me but loved being able to see my smile in person (yes, they are that sweet), mating yorkshire terriers (they just literally ...

Why why why are some women so disgusting? I know we've had a few postings on this in the past but for cripey's sake , some chicks are just freaking fowl! fowl, I tell you! I won't describe what I saw in one of the bathroom stalls here at work today but lemme just say that my heaven bathroom is no longer and it only makes me even more ready to move away so that I have full control of the state of sanitation of the toilet that I use during my work days. Today, when walking into the "Ladies Room" (I quote it because them nasty broads weren't ladies in there today, not to mention other nasty days where I've found myself gaging in disgust in there) I knew I had to be cautious so I kicked at each stall door and hopped back to see if it was safe. 2 stalls were_not_safe! Come on chickies! Stop being nasty. Flush and make sure you've flushed well. Cover the seats, don't spray them with your bodily fluids, especially when your fluids are not running clear ...

Nichole Richie is starting to morph into Tori Spelling. The IRS bites my under-endowed ass! They say I owe them 4K. I say they're maroons and either the IRS or H&R Block need to fix this before full blown panic attacks start. Oh, we went to a National's game on Tuesday night and had a blast! Cowboy commented on how my reactions when watching a live sporting event are not too unlike my reactions when watching a suspenseful flick so as I watched game and protested, jumped and covered my eyes, he watched me, had some beers and was thoroughly entertained. It's a positive circle of entertainment. Ohhh, and they had frozen margaritas at the Stadium so I had a very potent peach frozen margarita and bratwurst with all the messy fixin's. Yum and yum! I've decided that I'd like to go to a National's game where they actually win though. I think that'd just add more to the exciting energy. Looks like we're going to have a minor league baseball team playi...

GUTS by Redken rocks! It makes me have Bridgette Bardot hair if I want [read: spray roots, blowdry upside down and brush through]. This coming from a girl with flat/thin hair. It rocks. Try it. I have to work on my fake laugh. Currently, it's an uncomfortable obviously fake shadow of a laugh that fades into a silence and blank stares all around while my face contorts in wanting to melt into ground. I wish I were one of those people that could laugh on cue. I'm not. But when I genuinely laugh, those around me may be wishing that I did not find such humor in whatever it was that caused me to cackle in the first place. I love Pink Martini . Not the drink, though I'm sure any sort of pink martini or martini for that matter would be liked by me regardless. Pink Martini is some very fun, chill out kinda music. It stopped me from flailing my arms in the air and running out of the office like an injured 5 year old today. Client just called and wants stuff fixed now, even thoug...