My blog is being stupid and stank. I tried to post some pictures of my progress on the schnuggy sweater last night, but it kept logging me out. So, I tried doing a regular post, but it kept logging me out. hisssssssssssssss. kill. I’ve also changed the “About Me” part of my profile about 19 [...]
Hey dudes…like we’re in the car right now, on our way to St. George for Lars’s family Thanksgiving festivities. I just finished re-installing everything on the computer again. Actually, I’ve only gotten as far as Windows and Office. It’s blowing my mind that I can even do such a thing in a car. Technology is [...]
If I have learned anything from Sex & the City…and I haven’t, it’s that I love the thought of Sarah Jessica Parker narrating my blog entries. I love imagining myself, typing this at my thousand dollar, maple desk, wearing nine-hundred dollar, Manolo Blahnik spiky heeled shoes, some fabulously vintage dress over calvin klein jeans, my [...]
Ugh. It’s been a long day…but, here’s some of the puppy sweater. I’m so bummed that I couldn’t make the SNB tonight. Having crappy shit to do is lame. I gave the blog a bit of a new look. I’m not sure if everyone will be able to view the title font, but I hope [...]
Pee Wee, Chopper, Boris, Eugene, Magnus, Wicket…????
Max, Peanut, Ernie, Calvin, Junior, Otis, Monkey, Bruce, Fats, Groucho, Iggy…
Lars just said, “Shake and bake!!” at the t.v., specifically at football and it really made me laugh a lot.
I’m about halfway through the back part of the puppy sweater, but alas am too lazy (and it’s actually a bit too dark) to take a picture right now, but trust me, it’s friggin’ cute. Speaking [...]
Klaus and Nada’s big ol’ fat butts watching birds. Klaus is such a hypocrite.
Totally sweet! I’m hanging in there. I still feel pretty good. *knocking on wood* *crossing fingers* I woke up a little early this morning to get the turkey ready. (We’re having a Fakesgiving with Kelly and Shannon today). I pulled out its nasty neck and “giblets” (puke). I washed it. I stuffed it with fresh [...]
It’s a Friday fucking night (only 11 pm) and I’m bra-less, pant-less and huddled in a blanket on the couch. This is what it’s come to? This is what being 30 is like? I’m really not sure why I’m complaining, I’ve been like this for years now. If Lars wasn’t on the couch being pathetic [...]
