Holy hell, it's been a pretty minute since I've stared at this screen. You've probably forgotten I even existed by now (understandably so) and admittedly, sometimes I even forget I exist. Going through the motions every day has become more of my mindset, but with warmer weather and sunny skies ahead I'm starting to poke my head out a little more often for fresh air.
Wow, soooooo much to catch up on. I feel like all of my writing has been so consumed by my side job and that leaves little to no time (or topics) to discuss here. Let's attempt to get you all up to speed:
1. My brother got married. And he is having a baby in July. The 12th, to be exact - well, actually the exact date isn't really up to us, but around then. And it's a BOY. And I'm thrilled because I know he will be the best, Best, BEST dad to a little fisherman/golfer/baseball player. (I LOVE boys. Don't get me wrong, I love me some little princesses. But something about little boys just make me softer - like that's even possible) Anyways, I'll leave you with his latest picture. It looks strikingly similar to a lot of other 'in Utero' pictures you've seen, but he is MUCh cuter. I can tell, I've got an eye for cute boys.
2. My parents celebrated 3 decades of marriage. In honor of this, they will be cruising the Rhine River in April... casually strolling from Germany to Amsterdam to Holland (I could be completely wrong about these locations, but they sound so exquisite and lovely). Dad is excited about Amsterdam, can't imagine why?! Mom is excited to just be out of this country, period. And although I am not traveling abroad with them, I am excited about the gifts they will return with.
3. I don't really like this update. Actually, I hate it. It sucks. It blows. (I swear this is a PG-13 blog). Come April 19th, I'm going under the knife. Nope, not for my long awaited nose job or breast augmentation. No botox. Instead, I'll be fixing (yet again) what I screwed up back in March of 2005. Apparently, I broke a toe in my car accident and none of my doctors noticed (I can't say I blame them, they had a lot of other injuries on their plate. I do believe my protruding knee cap was first on the list). Because this went unnoticed, it grew back together all kinds of wrong. I mean, shit is ALL jacked up. So, we will happily be removing an entire joint from my toe. Hello, crutches! Hello, walking boot! Hello, flat soled shoes for three months! Oh, how I do not miss you. Why couldn't you have just stayed wayyyy back in my distant memories? And wouldn't you know, darn percocet comes along with all this nonsense. Guess I'll have to stock up on that. Dammit.
4. Why do I feel like I'm missing all sorts of important things to tell you?
5. Oh, yeah. EB and I went to the beach a few weekends ago to check out Rascal Flatts and Darius Rucker. Darius rocked the hizzzzouse. He should've headlined. I love Hootie. I miss Hootie. Hootie for President.
6. EB's brother-in-law just returned from Basic Training for the Coast Guard. It's really hard for me to put all of my dramatics on paper, but here - let me try. I WOULDN'T LAST 3 MINUTES IN BASIC TRAINING. The stories he tells are unbelievable. No, like really unbelievable. They yell at the women and tell them they need to shave - wtf?? And you see... that would not go over so well with me. Derrick told me one guy went crazy and they found him in a fetal position underneath the salad bar in the cafeteria. That would be me, except I'd be under the salad bar with a razor and mirror. Good job, Moose! We are so proud of you.
7. I cut my hair. It's gone. Every other day, I think it's somewhat cute. Most days I just slip back into my vain and superficial state of mind and think I look like a 5 year old 'cute' kid.
A few other things - I'm pooped today, I've fallen in love with sun-dried tomato hummus, EB and I are planning on winning the lottery sooner than later, we are headed to Dis-gusta next weekend to see one of our favorite couples-that-we-wished-lived-closer, I made bad ass chicken quesadillas the other night and I am constantly wishing I was younger, thinner and on a patio in the sun drinking a beer. Thankyouandgoodbye.
PS - Happy St. Patty's Day, eat your cabbage, drink your beer, yaddy yah....
