3 Years is Definitely Long Enough for a Cliff Hanger

One of my fans has passive aggressively made it known that my blog, albeit stagnant, is not forgotten.  Amazingly I find that my musings were not only easy to read, but three years after writing my few blog entries I'm almost amazed how entertained I am reading it today.  I feel as if I'm seeing a stranger's words and when I was done reliving the five or so past blogs,  I was left wishing that there was more.  So... inebriated as I am,  I will begin to verbally document my journey once again.  I was very positive three years ago, but I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't use the word positive to describe how I feel today.  It's been a long three years, a really long and tough week, and so I'll leave this cliff hanger 'til tomorrow.  Until 2018...

I'm Not a Hard Act to Follow, Gramatically.

So I can either watch the Comedy Central roast of Roseanne or start emptying my soul of all of it's stress... I am so sorry that I haven't involved you all (my two blog followers) in my long distance move recently. Ok, I'll do both, which is quite a feat considering my Jameson intake tonight.  Picture this: My husband is watching tv, my dog is chewing a bone, they both want to know what I'm doing.  I'm thinking.  I want to give away all of my spices, pack my spatulas and Caphalon, wonder how to cook for the next two weeks without these things. I wonder if the DOT motorcycle helmets I ordered from Amazon will arrive before my Harley class that I scheduled for the last week I'm in Atlanta.  Funny, but I now know even more that I am the biggest procrastinator in the world. I'm not brand promoting but... gotta pacify my sponsors.  Who am I kidding, no one wants to sponsor this blog.  Well, it's tough writing drunk tonight, but I still think my grammars pretty good.

Also, this roast sucks...

Falling behind is better than a big behind

I don't know what this blog title means, but one would have to agree that it's catchy. Im remiss to say that I have not blogged for quite sometime, but the best is yet to come. I mean, my dad wants a cherry tree and I am planning on planting one as soon as I hit home. Anyhow, I'm fitting in my drinking before I move home so I'll cut this short as it is tough typing on an iPhone. And as well,we both know this blog is bee Oring tonight.

My New Roomie

So I was talking to my potential new roomie yesterday. I got the feeling she must really want me & my husband to move in because she offered to help us with moving expenses. It went down like this. I was saying that I'm getting plans underway for the move. Thinking about using that PODS service... You load a container, they move it. We pay. So el potential roomie nueva offers to help with the moving expenses. I'm like Mom, no, I can handle that. My mind is saying woooo, but my mouth is saying no. So here's the thing. Im turning 40 in 2 weeks. If I need my parents help to move, well I'll still say no. (I'm sure I'm gonna need to cash in that chit later.) Luckily I don't. Also, if you're like, "WHAT? YOURE TURNING FORTY?" Well that's the same thing I'm asking myself.

ALL GROWN UP OR STILL GROWING

I've moved residences countless times in my life. That is not an understatement. The last time I moved to a different state was in 2002 when my pup Slick and I jumped on a plane to Atlanta with nothing but the fur on our backs. I've since acquired a few possessions, which 1) makes me feel like an adult, and 2) makes this move a bit more stressful than those prior. This led me to a beautiful thought: the greatest "possession" I've picked up in Georgia is my husband Zac. He's similar to Slick in many ways...like his furry back for instance. But I think Zac will be much more helpful when it comes to the Big Move. If he's not, well I'll leave that for a later blog. And if you are thinking that the word possession is a bit inappropriate, I'd respond, "I own that bitches."

I AM MORE THAN JUST A ONE LINER

Today I was asked by a friend of mine (I'll leave his name out as his disinterest was apparent) what my blog was about. I said something to the effect that it was simply a verbal journey about my move back to Maryland to take care of my parents. I hope I'll do more than that of course. But seriously, put yourself in my position for a sec. Scary, huh? Well you don't know my parents YET. Anyhow, he said well my blog would just be a one liner: I'm moving back to Maryland. This just goes to show, I've already blogged more than one line just now. I'm warming up.

My Brother Loves Me

PS, I have noticed that there are a lot of haters (My lil' brother Francis) and also a lot of fancy blogs (No one cares that you decided you love coffee) But... I will prevail (I hope)