wah.wah.wahhhhhh.

Today my laptop went from bad…

To worse…

Not cool.

better.marriage.advice.

For those of you who happened to catch my briefly posted “marriage advice” blog, this one’s for you (that includes you baby).

Here’s a better piece of marriage advice:

No matter how irritated you might be or how childish and self-pitying you might be feeling that day, never post a blog voicing how displeased you are with something your spouse has done (or boyfriend/girlfriend…or actually anyone, now that I think about it). There are better ways to handle things, and frankly, you already know that.

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

friday.

Some eCards

afternoon.brain.dump.

I wish I was a little bit shorter

I wish I had a goiter

I wish I had a High’s to hang at

I would loiter

These are the things that come out of my brain when I’m exhausted. Absolutely nothing worthwhile. I’m not even sure I want to post this blog.

Need…a…day…off…………….

Maybe I should quit my job and take up writing new raps for Skee-Lo.

new.friend.

I just met my new best friend, Landon.

So stinkin cute…

And I got to seen an old friend (Hi Stefan!!)!! Today’s off to a good start!

reality.

Last night a few things became painfully clear to me…literally.

Tim and I and my friend Erika went to see Citizen Cope at the Bottle & Cork, a local bar in Dewey Beach that has great music in the summer.

You see, in my hay day, I frequented live music venues…big and small, rap and folk, acoustic and rockin’. I loved it, and would jump at the opportunity to see a band I liked or was interested in. Whenever possible, I maneuvered my way into the first few rows and was accustomed to the pushing and shoving that accompanied such a great view of the action.

And then…I got older.

I quit drinking.

And I realized last night that the front row at a smoky bar is no longer the place for me. Aside from the drunken pushing and shoving and beer spilling, a couple of guys almost went at it right beside us, two ridiculously drunk girls in front of us thought we were doing the trust game where you fall backwards and trust that your friends will catch you (we weren’t their friends, but ended up catching them anyway), and I spent a good part of the evening with some girls purse shoved into my crotch.

Not my idea of a good time any more.

And I realized as we drove home, my back aching from holding a weird posture mixed between guarding my chest from swinging elbows and trying to hold my ground in our spot, that although I know I’m not quite the person I used to be, sometimes it’s painfully obvious to me now.

Last night was one of those nights.

song.du.jour.

Strawberry Swing. Coldplay.

Run along and buy it.

Do it now.

NOW!

sweet.irony.

This morning, the husband wanted to go to the beach. I wanted to go return a bathing suit and look for another one. Since I needed to go to Rehoboth Beach, I suggested that we both go to return the suit and then go to the beach afterwards. Tim agreed and off we went.

I bought a new suit, and then returned the other.

Stay with me, this is where it gets interesting.

Tim asked me where I wanted to go to the beach (we were already at a beach when he asked this), and I made the mistake of saying that it didn’t matter.

Then we proceeded to leave Rehoboth Beach, which is right down the road from Lewes Beach, drive south right on through Dewey Beach, zip through Bethany Beach, and pass Fenwick Island before we finally arrived in Ocean City, where we could finally go to the beach…where we sat for and hour and a half and then went home.

Here’s a dandy graphic so you can really understand how ridiculous it was. The red line is the first leg of our journey. The blue line is our voyage down the coast to get to “the beach.”

puppies.on.the.brain.

So first our friends Ashley and Ryan got an adorable little Puggle named Hana Girl.

Then Tim’s brother and his wife got a Dachshund/Chihuahua puppy yesterday, and Eli’s cute as a button too.

This isn’t him, but this is kinda what he looks like…

And now I keep thinking about getting a puppy…to the point where I’ve looked online at what’s at the SPCA and what’s available in The Guide.

Good thing they’re not all having babies…

life.happens.fast.part.ii.

So today we got a phone call from the Realtor we were going to list our house with a few months ago. Apparently, she has someone who really needs a home and it’s right around the price we wanted for our house.

Why am I bolding and italicizing certain words, you ask? Because I had just gotten used to the idea that we were staying in our house for the long haul.

I just planted flowers and tomatoes and peppers and a little herb garden. We just bought furniture for our awesome deck that took a year to finish. And I just spent a weekend cleaning and organizing and thinking to myself,

“I love our house.”

And now someone wants to buy it. If I’m really honest with myself, we probably should sell it, because our #1 goal right now is to get out of debt ASAP, and this move will get us that much closer. The lot we wanted in our neighborhood is still available, and with the profit we’d make on our house, we could pay cash for the lot and then build a new house. It makes a lot of sense financially. It’s also pretty uncanny that this came out of nowhere and fell into our lap, which leads Tim and I to believe that God’s got his hands in this.

But honestly, even though it all makes sense, I’m sort of sad to think that we might be leaving our little house. If this goes through, we’ll have to be out of our house in a few weeks.

Once again, life is happening really fast.