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You're welcome, Rojo.  We love our Birmingham,  Alabama.

The Miserable Ones

Thank goodness for Saturday, merlot, snuggly dogs, Cheez-Its, ice cream, and a movie that can take you through all your emotions and make you grateful you are just suffering through your monthly curse.  I've cried about five times and think Sasha is hilarious.  Obviously, I'd rather be hiking through the woods, since we finally have some pleasant weather, but hubby is happy as a bear in his dark little cave of a living room.  Once again, he's sitting there crushing on Anne Hathaway.  She does sing like an angel, and today it comforts him in the face of my bitchiness. He deserves this, trust me.  I may watch it twice.

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Wow! It's been a long time since I managed to blog. Life is busy, I am crabby, and our house is filthy! I realized that I want to work, want to play, and haven't set aside any time to really get down to the nitty-gritty in our home. Mainly it's the floors that are suffering. And do they ever with two dogs. Ollie doesn't shed, but he tracks leaves and grass in like little hitch-hikers on his furry little body. Ruby sheds. If I can keep from letting a pile of unfolded laundry and dirty floors from getting me down, all is good. Clean floors REALLY make me HAPPY, though. So, Facebook decided to really screw up any enjoyment one might get from it's social network about the time Google launched Google+.....or did Google know that Facebook was fixing to screw the pooch royally with their newest changes and piss everyone off (as usual), and were waiting for such an occasion to launch. Hmmmm. Regardless, I have always been hating on fb, but I'm there because that's where all my friends and community are. I don't even mind if everyone doesn't go to Google+. I find it more interesting. Going to see Les Misérables with Lee and Robin this weekend. Going to try to find something pretty to wear today. I have a major wardrobe problem since I went back to work. Hair problems, too. Went through a major identity crisis, I think, and regrettably wrecked my hair. It will fix, but it takes time. I get compliments, because it looks neat, but getting it to look like that takes so much time. GRRRRR, I'm quite the grouch this morning, huh? Here's to another day. Hope it's a good one for everyone. Get out and enjoy the beginning of some nice Alabama temps and fall beauty, oh, and don't forget to get scared a little. xo

Backwards People

Yesterday, I was told that the University of Alabama students were having a "tornado party" and that that was why the death toll was so high in Tuscaloosa. It was also insinuated that they were so drunk that they didn't know what hit them. I swear, it came across like the students that died deserved it. So many "Christians" in my family have it wrong. They are judgmental and hypocritical, as I think the statement speaks for itself. I get so sick of hearing backwards nonsense coming out of the mouths of people I know. I didn't believe the "story" because it sounds just like the crap I've been fed all my life. Sin is punished swiftly and the devil is gonna get you. But let's say it is true....that students were standing outside their apartments, drinking and watching the storm. They would have seen the mile wide beast coming, attempted to take cover, and there is no real way to guarantee you are hid from a EF-5 tornado, unless you are in a storm shelter. The whole thing bothers me and I just can't stop thinking about it. What is wrong with my people? I'm embarrassed that this story has probably been repeated 20 times, like it's fact.

My friend, Toni, has a daughter attending the school. Her and her roommate were in a bathtub, scared for their lives as the tornado came through. It was no joke to these girls. If the had died, would they have been judged for being college students?

Smartwater...Messywater

My constant complaints about my water spilling all over the place every time I open a new bottle sent my genius husband into a full-fledged science lesson the other night, explaining that my thoughts on the bottle being fully submerged when filled and capped off, are wrong :) Haha, most of my theories involve a little cartoon character with a light bulb flashing on above his head. I have a crappy memory and he remembers everything he's ever read. Everything. I don't even remember what he told me, even though I was paying attention. Something about molecules. Thank goodness he's pretty.

I love our talks :D

Addicted to Pandora

Particularly, what I call Blind Melon radio. It's so frickin' good! Lee has it rigged up on the TV in the kitchen, so I hit it as I pass to start the coffee in the morning. Lots of Led, Pumpkins, Nirvana, Jimi (loving me some Jimi, right now), Weezer, RHCP...good times. So awesome! Half the time, it never gets turned off. I listen all day, while working around the house. Beats shit television! At Robin's, a couple of weeks ago, I was sewing in the kitchen and realized something was bringing my mood down, it was 16 and Pregnant, really MTV? First of all, I remember when watching MTV was like being at the party. Second, I can't tell if the show is to reach teens as a lesson or to make money off the train-wrecks that these little girls have become. Perhaps, it began with good intentions. I watched Catelynn and Tyler make their difficult decision, bless their hearts. Think I was having my period because I remember squalling like a baby for them. But I never had an interest in the rest of the mess. I recall my high school English teacher, Ms. Vinson, explaining that she didn't care for reality, she has that in her everyday life. I think I have to agree with her, give me fantasy, something that requires a writer to use their imagination to entertain me. I prefer shiny.

Goings On

Gardening, sewing for baby Charlie, still running and I GOT AN AWESOME PART-TIME JOB!!!!! I have several projects that have had to be put on hold and I'm hating that. Unfinished project drive me crazy. But there is nothing that can be done about it, so I'll just have to suck it up for a while. I miss hiking :( Heck, I miss blogging. I'll figure out how to juggle everything shortly, because I want to.

Our goal of going a little greener with our yard is rolling along. We've planted a few things, dug up a few babies to transplant, and we haven't mowed yet....because we haven't had the time. The fruit trees are filling out nicely and our roses are gorgeous. So proud.

Charlie is growing like a weed. I made him a new cuddle-sack for this weekend and had to go up to the 3-6 month onesie! What a chunk! I need to find time to make the bunny I have planned for him. I sometimes feel bad that I don;t get to spend much time with my other two nephews, but I refuse to take total blame there. If their mom wasn't so sketchy, we'd probably hang out more.

I ran another 5k yesterday. The Mutt Strut was a well planned event. I'll be attending it again. It was held at Railroad Park. Dodging the poop was a new obstacle :) I got another headache. I got one after the last three I've participated in. It won't get me down, I'm to stubborn for that, but I am trying to figure out how to overcome it. I'll just keep on hydrating and much as possible and eventually I'll plateau and it won't be a thing....right? I'm designing a team shirt and getting a running team together. Got sponsors! I want dri-fit fabric, have to decide on colors, find a company to make them, and find out how many running friends want to be on the team.

A friend needed some help in the office of his body shop he just bought. Perfect fit for me and Lee, who was open to me working locally for a couple of days a week. I love it! Keep on thinking it's too good to be true. Ruby hates it!

I took Ruby and Oliver to the vet last week. How obnoxious is a bill for $405 for two perfectly healthy dogs. Really. I almost shit myself. What's the deal? I was so focused on keeping Mindy alive that I hadn't taken Ruby and Oliver to the doctor, well, probably since last May, when I took them for their rabies shots. So they were overdue for everything. I said catch them up and they did. Yikes! That will not happen again. Insane!