Attack of Girlishness

Okay so I'm trying to clear out my closet since, well, I don't really have one.

It's not working.

I just keep fondly remembering things about the people who gave me this or that, even things that happened while wearing the random item of clothing.

I think I filled one trash bag full, but I still have a ton of stuff I need to give to people who don't have any. I feel like a glutton, only with pretty flowing materials instead of food.

*Le~sigh*

On t

he upside a trash bag full is progress in the right direction.

And here's a picture of Our dog. Her name is B'rux. When I asked my husband 'WHY?!' he responded with "I gave her a dog name, not a person name." Yup, I love that man.

Some less boring adventures

And I'm experimenting with theme music for stuff in my life.

At long last Video deux

Buwahahaha! Success after several days of failed uploading attempts!!!! Hahahaha! Hahaha! Ha!

Well this was going to be a video blog... buuuuut my interwebs hate's my videos even when I make them smaller and more awesome. Bleh.

I'll try again... tomorrow! XD

It's raining...

I can't help my friends; they need me. I'm not in a stable enough position to do anything for them. I drove around for 2 hours only to NOT find what I was looking for because they have to build it in the freaking middle of nowhere. I don't want to send my social security stuff in the mail. To me that's like painting "Steal My Identity" in big red letters.

So I'm going to try again tomorrow.

My husband is in physical pain and mental stress, he's not being his usual 'this-is-only-a-flesh-wound' self and I don't know if that's good or bad or how to help or what to say or do. Is there anything to say or do at this point?

I knew being a grownup was going to be hard. But I thought, from my position of child watching, that I'd have more answers or at least know exactly where to find them.

I need to call my mother-in-law just 'cause she needs stuff like that. But, I don't want to do it in

the mood I'm in now; I'm afraid I might start a fire.

And it's raining.

Hi Mom! Hi Dad! and my friends, family, a few random bystanders!

This is my first blog. Please forgive my 's00per n00b'ness.