The one time someone calls me...

So...funny story... Yesterday I wore a dress with tights to work. I haven't worn tights in I don't know how long, which made me feel like a giant two year old. That's not so funny, but this is...

During my lunch break I went home to eat and let my dogs out and what not. As I was getting ready to leave, my hands were full with my tray of plates and then I was trying to get my dogs into the kitchen. Since I didn't want to forget my cellular and because I didn't have pockets I (naturally) tucked it in between my dress and tank top in the chest area. The kicker is, I forgot it was there until I was in the middle of an appointment with a client and my tatas started ringing. Flustered, I plunged my hand into my bosom to retrieve my cell phone saying, "Well, this is embarrassing. I don't normally put it here."

Yeah...that was awkward.

P.S. I'd like to thank my mom for calling me.

All Kinds of Insane

It's been an insanely long time since I've written anything here, or really anywhere for that matter. I suppose that has much to do with the time of year and where I am in my life at the moment. It turns out that work takes out a big chunk of one's life. Who would've thunk? And I've been settling into my home, which is a slow process. Slow, but enjoyable--especially now because it's actually looking like a home. So really, I've just summed up my life from my last blog to now. Pretty damn exciting, isn't it? Ha.

I have to say, more insane than my absence is the absurdly cold weather here in North Dakota. It's been thirty to forty degrees below this week. Yes, I said below. See, that is crazy. But it gets crazier... People bundle up and head out in the whipping wind and swirling snow. I think this should be criminal. Work should be canceled. School should be canceled. Every store should be shut down. Everyone should stay home clothed in the coziest of sweat pants and hoodies, wrapped in big ol' blankets, and stationed in front of a fireplace.

And speaking of this cold front and crazy... I've decided that love is waking up at 6:00 a.m., sporting two pairs of sweats, and taking your ten pound dog outside to pee in thirty below weather. That's love and I am in love, with my dog that is. I just adopted him last Friday. He was advertised in the classifieds as a give away. His name is Whiskey and he is a long haired, chocolate wiener dog, who is approximately a year old and full of it. Whiskey is quite good and extremely sweet and I feel very blessed to have the little shit. He keeps me on my toes and we're figuring everything out as we go. I am his third owner in his short life, after all, so there is definitely some adjustments he is experiencing. Me as well. I have to be responsible now. Ha. I really do enjoy having someone to come home to...even if I do have to clean up a mess.

Now that really does sum up my life at the moment. Work. Settling. Whiskey. (If someone only read the previous line he or she would probably think I've got problems...) And with that, I bid you ado. Stay warm. Cheers.