Like sands through the hourglass...

I lost my last post, which is a bummer because I blog so infrequently now. Life seems to be just too busy these days. I long for the days when I wrote about getting concussed while having wild sex with my husband! Luckily, I still have time for wild sex with my husband (candle holders have been permanently removed from the headboard, thanks for the concern), but no time to blog about it.

My latest escapade was taking all three of my dogs to the groomers. Jake, the wanderer decides to take off in the strip mall parking lot where the pet store is. Like a complete maniac I'm chasing after him, trying to entice him back to me with a piece of bratwurst I snagged from the fridge right before leaving home.

Since the parking lot is full of smells of all the other creatures that shop at Petco, Jake was too intrigued to come after the brat. I went back to the car to check on the other two dogs and my poor 3 year old who were all waiting patiently for my return, and then ran back to the strip mall when Jake decided to check out the crafts at Michaels. The damn dog had me sweating and running all over the place calling, "come here, Jake" in that sweet sing song voice, when what I wanted to do was to yell at him and make him into dog stew! I looked like a complete idiot, but I finally nabbed him in the scrapbook section and got him leashed.

I still had to drop him off and go get the other two and my son. By the time the whole ordeal was over, I felt like I completed my cardio for the week! I swear, it's a wonder I'm not an alcoholic! Sometimes the idea of being chemically dependent seems like such a great idea.

We're under contract with the house which is a HUGE relief!!! It aint over, though until the fat lady sings, or until Escrow closes, whichever comes first. Last week I had the elation of being able to accept the offer with the sorrow of my uncles passing. I went to Helena to be with my dad. He and his brother had become quite close in the last couple of years, so this was especially hard for him.

Along with dealing with all of those issues, my dad decides to spring his new girlfriend on the family and basically brings one of my sisters to tears with "I had the best weekend of my life!" Now considering he was married to our mother for 50 years and he had nine children, don't you think he may have been a little insensitive with the gushing? My sister thought so. She has had a difficult time dealing with my mother's passing, so the fact that he's not just "dating" but pretty hot and heavy with this "ho" has her reeling.

...and so are the days of our lives. The saga never ends. Maybe, I'll be able to post again soon on the uncle-dying-dad's-an-insensitive-bastard-with-a-new-ho-sisters-a-basket-case tale! Wouldn't that be fun?