George's Baggage

[Disclaimer - Guys you just might want to skip this one.]

So, Mother Nature and I have a love hate relationship.  I understand the need for George (my name for THAT time) to arrive every month.  However, don't get me wrong, some days I really question if I am ever going to have that experience.  That is another topic for another day.

Now, George comes in cycles.  I have learned to adapt to them and roll with his whims.  One thing I give him, he is at least consistent.  I can count 4 weeks out, and sure enough - he is back.  But, the luggage he drops off, I wish was consistent.  Some months it is light, the next month it is flood gates.  Truly I have been blessed with this disaster since George first arrived on the scene in junior high.  I really wish my mom would take those roses back - I mean really I don't enjoy this "welcoming" to womanhood.  Of course, there was the time the ER doctor told me I shouldn't be alarmed that I was going through a Super Plus every 15 minutes - that was normal.  WTF?

Sorry, digressing.  Well, George was due for arrival on Friday and as is normal, George arrived without much fanfare.  Sunday, well that all changed.  I knew George was a little heavier on baggage if you will but didn't think much of it.  I headed out to Walmart to buy groceries for the week.  Of course, they didn't have a number of things that I needed and I headed across the road to HEB.  Well, by the time I got into the store, I had that uncomfortable feeling.  But the feeling was beyond uncomfort.  I honestly knew I was in serious trouble and was just trying to get out of the store.  Have you ever tried to walk quickly while squeezing your legs together, praying to God few people notice and the damage can be minimized?  Yep, impossible. Similar to the scene out of Super Bad, I just had my period in the grocery store instead of on someones leg. 

Well, George didn't finish there and continued to create havoc on the rest of my evening.  After four clothes changes, he finally decided he could be normal again.  Just like a man, easily can &uck with your plans when you weren't expecting it.  I think 9 months of pregnancy and not having to deal with George...well bliss.

Vanilla Part Duece

Well, it only took almost a month but Vanilla and I were finally able to figure out a time to go out that would work for both of us.  Really it is mostly on his end that is the issue but we still manage to find time to talk every day.

In any event, Date 2 was just like Date 1 and he still is deserving of his Vanilla name.  I went home and took care of the dogs and patiently waited for his call. Honestly, we knew we would do SOMETHING but what and when was still a mystery.  He called about 5:30 and said he was stuck in traffic trying to get home.  Now, we live on polar opposite sides of town which in Lincoln terms wouldn't be a big deal.  But, think driving from South Point to I80 via 27th Street.  That is the best scenario I can give you so, it isn't always the easiest thing to do.

So, I agreed to head south.  Of course, Finn was being his normal problematic self and had to puke on the rug before I could leave.  Apparently he still was housing garden hose remnants in his stomach from last Friday in addition to the plastic garden hose handle he decided to chew on the night before.  So, finally got that mess cleaned up and then had to go back out and fill the water dish back up.  I never understood why the water bowl was always empty when I got home but after watching him shovel it out with his paw, it became clear.  Darn dog. 

Vanilla was still in a prep stage when I got to his apartment (translate still in a towel).  So, I waited for him to finish up and then we headed out for dinner.  Lonestar Steak House it was.  As with the other date, dinner was normal and conversation just flowed.  I will say that I did experience a first in having my car door opened for me and all the other doors opened for me.  It was something I could get use to.  I also will have to get use to the compliments, which can't be a bad thing.

Afterwards, we headed back to his apartment.  We watched Super Bad.  Here is all I can say about that movie, it is a dude movie.  Yes it was funny, but such a guy thing.  I don't know if it would classify as one of those movies I could watch over and over. 

Some might consider it boring, but it was a normal date and a nice change once again!  Hopefully I won't have to wait another month to see him.  I finally got home and into bed at almost midnight so it definitely has made for a long today!

Picture worth a thousand words...

Anyone else think they need to mow?

Mother $uckin Bolder

Yes - these white bolders that have been added to my rock garden, yes those sons of itches came from my backyard. I had some trees that needed planted in the backyard and while trying to dig a hole - I came up with these things. Seriously - who would of thought that digging a hole would of been such hard work. Never mind that I needed to own an Axe pick to dig the darn whole.

In all, it was an exhausting day! I planted a Southern Magnolia, a Tuliptree stick, a Confederate Rose, landscaped on the side of the front of the house, edged around the yard, trimmed trees, and mulched.

It is sad when I am thinking I should be in bed by 8 pm on a Sunday!