Hello, dear old friend!

It’s been awhile since I’ve had time to bore you with my thoughts and ramblings, but I got home tonight and feel compelled to give you a brain dump of my life. Since work consumes me (in a great way, mind you), I’ve decided to break it down for ya, À la bullet point.

• Life has been good. Reallllly good.
• When I had free time (back around since the last post), I learned how to knit, thanks to my best friend, the Cougar (to be continued … she’s a peach!). For the past few years, she’s always given me a scarf for Christmas, and I always told her I wanted to learn. Honestly, I thought it might be hard, and figured I’d learn when the grey hairs started creeping in (knock on wood). Anyhoo, Cougs gave our girlfriends and I knitting needles for Christmas and promised a Stitch & Bitch lesson with all the girls.
  

  My lovely creation. Mo's not too happy about modeling for this pic!

  Hard it was, but the more I knit the more the learning curve decreases. Plus I’ve made some pretty nifty shit over time. This is the greatest thing to learn if you’re a chick. Down economy? Pssh. Instead of that adorable overpriced $20 stole you can find anywhere, how about a $4 bundle of yarn transformed into a handcrafted, one-of-a-kind (if you count the holes here and there) strip of neck warmth? The arthritis is already kicking in, but man, does my neck look good these days!
• Unfortunately, my free time looks like the depleting hourglass, destined for zilch. However I will say that I don’t mind it too much. For the first time in my life, I really, really love what I do. I mean, I’ve always loved what I do, but I know I super love it when I don’t mind working a 10- to 12-hour day. Crazy, right? I know. The little “bump” in the career path turned out to be a tremendous blessing in disguise. I’m working on accounts that are fun, forward-thinking and kick-ass, and although I pull my hair out once in awhile, the good always outweighs the bad. I’m learning a lot, too. This agency has a high caliber of staff and everyone is strong in their own right — and the result is continuously striving to improve while having a good time and knocking back a couple of liquid lunches every now and again. (Now that could be my favorite part.)
• Of course, as to be expected, all is grand with my sexy stud. Wedding planning is coming along quite nicely ever since we decided to veer the course and stick to simple. And something fabulous I’ve learned over the past few weeks: now that I don’t have time to follow the news too much, I’ve discovered that I have my very own newscaster — unbiased and raw with the truth — in my very own home. It’s lovely! The best part is that my love recognizes what a clusterfuck the media is and does his own digging to find his own (and what should be everyone else’s) truth. I wish everyone in the world could listen to him talk — as I do every night — and be inspired. Sigh. I fall harder every day.
• The Mo has matured overnight. At least that’s the way it appears for the time being. Since he’s short-haired, and it’s been ass-kicking cold in the mornings, we’ve been keeping him inside during the day. I swear, for a dog that couldn’t stand to be locked in a pen, he sure does well for being in a house all day.
  

  Typical morning. Last one outta bed ...

  I’m convinced he rarely moves from his cozy little bed on one of our living room chairs. (Except when I find suspicious dog hairs on our countertops … duh. He’s a jumper!) Or until we come home. Every day I’m greeted with a million face licks and the most manical buttshake you’ve ever seen. I’m convinced that in his head, he’s saying, “You’re home! I love you! I love you! Yay! Alright! Mama’s home! Rawhide and lovin’ time!” He’s too stinkin’ cute. Although he’s happy now, I’m not sure how long it’s gonna last. This upcoming Monday, Mo is getting the snip-snip. I’ve had him for eight years, and never really considered it until we went to the dog park this past weekend. I have never had any intention of breeding him, but was somehow convinced that it would make him less of a man. (I know, I know. He’s a dog. I get it.) But after gleefully packing up, driving across town and walk-running to the gates with anticipation, we were faced with huge signs: NO UN-NEUTERED MALES.
  

  My loves at the dog park ... after sneaking Mo in. We're such rebels.

  Whaaaaat? The thought never occurred to me that his freckled little golfballs would hinder us from the 15 other drooling hounds having a ball (no pun intended) behind the pearly gates of dog city. So, after a long discussion between “Mom” and “Dad”, we decided to schedule an appointment. Sorry, Bubba. I still love you!

So that’s pretty much my life in a nutshell these days. I can’t even begin to express how good it feels to write! Maybe I’ll keep this up … but for now, I’ve got two guys lookin’ for some love and affection!

Peace and Blessings.