damn

I can't believe I let this site lapse into the underworld web hosting mafia to only ask me to pay $2K to get my handle back. Screw the ransom! 

If you are here, you remember when blogging was true-ass blogging and well, you are a dinosaur.  I welcome you my fellow relics!

I have missed writing about absolutely nothing! I can thank the forces surrounding my family and I to take the joy out of everything to let me be me. 

A new year and new? Me? Dude, I feel haggard. I'm sure you do too! I have spent over a year appeasing everyone and no one. I am a true expert in this area.

Last posts from centuries were vague and well, shitty. As not to offend anyone in the free world.

I've decided to stop give a fuck and move on my way towards my {stupid phrase} truth and happiness.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

We have a new dog. His name is Frankie. I almost divorced Rich over this fucker being introduced into our house.

Now, I hope his schizophrenic assholeness can withstand a warm Winter's nap with me.

 

He's a bit bigger now, but not by much.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Sadly, I don't take many pictures of the girls these days. I wish I was more present in this aspect. Don't worry though, they take a shit-ton of themselves daily. Not sure why they do this. Maybe, I should take 75 selfies in one day to show everyone how stupid they look in doing so.

and 30 vlogs about ABSOLUTELY STUPID SHIT! I don't want to see anyone talk that much! Not even my family.

Can you believe this is the last picture I took of 1/2 of my brood? 

Halloween?

Moira was at a friend's house, doing teenagery things.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I've been very busy with my business. Adding more obligations on top of others. 

Everyone in the wedding industry touts this "Community over Competition," attitude. They don't really mean it, but want to look like they are holy and shit.

I am OG, baby! I do not like competition, but I am a very competitive person. I don't like sharing my allegiance with vendors and I get REALLY PISSED when vendors cheat on me. Especially when I've bent over backwards during some really stressful events. 

Ink Stained Fingers 

My business I love, but..... drives my anxiety through the roof.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Lastly, I turned 50 Thursday. For some reason, this is a very hard birthday for me.

Everything is falling apart, down and side-ways.

It takes A LOT MORE spackle and shit to look slightly human, but I am alive and kicking it. Something to be thankful, no?

 

Comments

[Michelle]

It put a big old smile on my face, seeing your post pop up in my feed today!

[Alison]

Woo! Dinosaur here! Happy Birthday!

[Melanie Schwarz]

Wow, I suddenly thought to check in on your blog today for the first time since your last post, I wasn’t expecting an update but here we are! I hope you had a good birthday, and I’m glad you posted again.

[Victoria]

Frankie looks like a hoot.
I recently took in a toothless min pin, Vivian, and a blind Yorkie, Lillian.

[flurrious]

I miss spending my weekday mornings reading everyone's blogs, but I don't miss the aggravation of having my own. However, I sometimes think about starting a new blog where I just talk shit about every person who's ever wronged me in chronological order.

I want to steal Frankie and make him my own.

[Clare H]

Dinosaur here. Every few months I check in with my list of silent bloggers, just in case I'm lucky enough one of them has come back. Seeing your newest post has put a huge smile on my face. Thank you!

[bizimmekan]

welcome Frankie :P :*