Yeah, My Mug Is Everywhere

I’m trying to be a better blogger but there’s this THING, y’all. There’s this JOB. And this gaggle of kids I have. They’re all pretty awesome and I can’t quit them just like a gay guy can quit another gay guy.

Too far?

I’m blaming my cute doggie who is, for some reason, really snuggling up to me tonight. Don’t you hate when people say they have the best dog ever and then you end up having a pissing contest with them on the phone because you have the BEST DOG EVER? All I’m gonna mention, Avitable, is that the person I’m talking about is YOU. Lola is lazy, snuggly, and eternally grateful for her three walks per day even though she’s kind of prissy and refuses to walk very far in the rain. What’s worse is when people post pictures of their cute dog. Like we all want to see that crap. Speaking of which, wanna see my super cute dog?

Yes. My cuteness is documented. But seriously, lady, you bore me with all your picture taking.

I promised Mason I would mention that he has people food in his mouth that he’s offering the dog. Not dog food. People food. Ok. Duly noted.

Ok, so recently I got to talk on the phone to the very sweet and kind Avitable who sent me this delicious popcorn for my birthday. He probably knew I’d love it because I’m all about the food. And it’s popcorn. For the record, the Chocolate and Peanut Butter DrizzleCorn was my favorite and I devoured that bag in one sitting on the couch while catching up on all the movies (“Hot Fuzz” = awesomeness beyond what I thought it would be and, though I will deny it in a court of law, an unintentional crush on Nick Frost) I wanted to watch last week when I had a few days off work for my Spring Break. I’ve gotten caught up on all things music and, if you don’t know about Blip.fm, yet, let me just show you my playlist. Songs like that prove that I do indeed have a disco queen in me just dying to break out. If they ever have one of those Make My Adult Wishes Come True (umm, that sounded really dirty so let’s try again) Make My Grown Up Wishes Come True then I’m going to ask that they make me into a salsa dancer or a Rockette.

I also got a Smorgasbord of songs from Caffeinated Libby with such gems as “Tetrishead” by Zoe Keating and a remake of “Tainted Love” by Marilyn Manson. I love them all but it sort of scares me that I like something by Marilyn Manson so much. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so harsh on him when he first came on the scene. Thanks, Libby for expanding my horizons once again!

Finally, I was honored that Tracy offered to make some earrings for me to show off my new(ish) short(ish) hair. She is talented and made them with her delicate little hands. People never fail to amaze me with how generous they are with their time and craft and…well, generosity. Thank you, Tracy!

I promised her I would take a picture of them so you can see her crafty handiwork. Sorry for the fuzzy pic, but you get the idea. She’s really GOOD.

Finally, I realize that I am no longer able to read almost all of my favorite bloggers without seeing my own picture in the BlogHer BackTalk ad. People have been really nice (no, really, interwebs. Did you all take Super Nice Pills? Because you are NICE. Cut that shit out.) to send me nice little notes about them.

Don’t really cut it out. It seems that there is more tragedy for another momblogger, GorillaBuns. Her very sweet little baby Thalon has passed away and it’s making so many people want to do a karate chop to the universe. It is a despair that no one should experience it and we find ourselves with more exposure to it but with that comes a community that keeps on supporting our fellow man. So take all that niceness, roll it into a ball, offer it up as a prayer or whatever you need to do (positive vibes or whatever you crazy kids are doing these days) and just…I don’t know. Just be nice.