holy cow, we've got a live one on our hands


Well, folks, my blog has finally entered the future, or should I say the present. Well, you get it, right. I've shaken the dust of June, totally skipped July, and landed in August, and I'm feeling the heat -- in more ways than one.


I'm sure you noticed the new header, because how could you not -- there's a giant cow (that doesn't really look like a cow) staring straight at you. Not my favorite header thus far, but I was pretty tired of looking at the old one, and, well, there are lots of reasons I'm saying 'holy cow' these days. Here are my more specific August subtitles:


Holy cow, I could save skinny people and become a cellulite donor.

Holy cow, the pitch of our child's screams could summon a pack of wild dogs.

Holy cow, it's so hot here, I could peel my skin off -- which is a disgusting image, I realize.

Holy cow, our child gives new meaning to the concept of defiance.

Holy cow, I am 30.

Holy cow, life is just a bitch sometimes.

Holy cow, I have an incredible husband.

Holy cow, a crisp white wine on a summer afternoon is just about the best cure I can think of for a crappy day, as well as a nice hot shower and a deep and enveloping feather pillow to bury my head in.

Holy cow, I am a mother.

Holy cow, I am blessed.

Holy cow, it's past eleven, and I have to be somewhere tomorrow morning.

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The vacation, all in all, was nice. Galveston was a bit of a disappointment, but Kemah made up for it. We were just glad to get out of dodge, as they say. I've posted more vacation photos on Flickr if you wanna have a lookie.

Otherwise, we are hangin' ten in the 'burbs. On a side note, both SD and I have been having the most bizarre dreams lately, which have consisted of me, dreaming of being a waitress (something I have, sadly, never done) and having an anxiety attack because I didn't know how to place the dinner order with the cooking staff (analyze that one) -- and of SD, dreaming of the generously-tatooed guy at our local liquor store, getting on as an employee at SD's company, and later being discovered as a spy for the Chinese.

I know...

We are weird. We embrace that. But, you have to admit, that Chinese spy shit...that's creative.

More to come soon because I miss writing. Terribly. I must put the camera down and press the pen. Ahhh, that sounds so romantic, right? Too bad I mainly type on the keyboard. Ain't an ounce of romance in that.