Holy Buckets
It's been almost a year. Boy, time flies when you're...uh...having fun?
The Jersey Girl is 14 months old, and stellar. She's the most fun you can have in 9 pounds of wonderfluff. Her Daddy loves her more than he'd have ever thought possible, and that in itself makes her triumphant.
Now, I'm not saying having a Havanese in full coat is easy. It's not. At all. I say this after 3 hours today with a full bath, dry and brush out. She has a show tomorrow, but its a weekly ritual. She hates it. Brush = Evil. It makes her hair hurt. *laf*
Monster is doing well. I'll be saying a bittersweet farewell to her in a few weeks. I'm moving east, and she can't go. Last time I wrote about her, she was entered in New Ulm, and was hoping to dump coat. Since then she's garnered several best of breed wins, some over specials, and is half finished. She makes me smile with her constant antics and completely goofball attitude. She will be missed.
Keats and Tryss are doing well as the reigning king and queen. Tryss is still hoping Jersey is going back where she came from, and Keats protects her unwaveringly. He's such a gentle sweet soul. He'll be 5 next month. *sniff* They grow up so fast. Tryss just turned 6. Egad!
Hmm...so much...
Ok...real life.
I know that no one that happens upon this will probably have seen it, but has anyone seen 13 Going on 30? Its a Jennifer Garner movie. Yes. Chick Flick. Totally.
Well, brief sum up...geeky 13 yo girl wants to be grown up. She wakes up one morning and is 30. There is a naked man in her apartment, she doesnt know what to do in her real life job (her dream job, btw). And nothing is as she would have thought it would be.
Ok...do we ever have those moments? I feel as tho I woke up one day and I'm 28. (I think thats how old I am) I have to move far far away, to a pretty good job, and a really great guy. I mean great. Really really great. He's everything. But...its all so surreal. My friends are up and getting married and having children right and left. A girl can't keep up! Sadder still tho...does the girl want to keep up? What I wouldnt give to just be 13 again. Just me and my horse. A late night is staying up with a good book. An exciting weekend is getting to go to the movies with friends! Romance is wishing you could kiss the dreamy french foreign exchange student that sits by you in study hall.
*How* do we do it? Be Grown Ups? Ugh. It doesnt even *sound* fun, does it?
Mortgages, car payments, retirement plans, being fiscally responsible (is that possible), being in love, living up to your potential, exceeding others expectations (or, not).
Its just a lot, to be an adult. Why do we do it?
Because, in the end, its worth it, right? Right?! Geez, I hope so.
It really must be. So many people do it. And seem to enjoy it, at that. Some do it well, others...not so well. But they are out there trying. Thats what counts, I suppose.
I really could go on and on. Romance is a whole 'nother update. *grin* Thats a lot of work too. Depending on who you talk to. To some, its nothing. To others, its everything. To most, its what you put in. To the rest, its what you deserve to get out of it.
Ho hum. I guess thats it. At least, being a grown up, you get to partake in alcohol, and that makes it a little bit better. *grin*
*wave*
Go be grown ups. But...please. Have fun. This has been a public service announcement brought to you by the letter F and the number 13.
The Jersey Girl is 14 months old, and stellar. She's the most fun you can have in 9 pounds of wonderfluff. Her Daddy loves her more than he'd have ever thought possible, and that in itself makes her triumphant.
Now, I'm not saying having a Havanese in full coat is easy. It's not. At all. I say this after 3 hours today with a full bath, dry and brush out. She has a show tomorrow, but its a weekly ritual. She hates it. Brush = Evil. It makes her hair hurt. *laf*
Monster is doing well. I'll be saying a bittersweet farewell to her in a few weeks. I'm moving east, and she can't go. Last time I wrote about her, she was entered in New Ulm, and was hoping to dump coat. Since then she's garnered several best of breed wins, some over specials, and is half finished. She makes me smile with her constant antics and completely goofball attitude. She will be missed.
Keats and Tryss are doing well as the reigning king and queen. Tryss is still hoping Jersey is going back where she came from, and Keats protects her unwaveringly. He's such a gentle sweet soul. He'll be 5 next month. *sniff* They grow up so fast. Tryss just turned 6. Egad!
Hmm...so much...
Ok...real life.
I know that no one that happens upon this will probably have seen it, but has anyone seen 13 Going on 30? Its a Jennifer Garner movie. Yes. Chick Flick. Totally.
Well, brief sum up...geeky 13 yo girl wants to be grown up. She wakes up one morning and is 30. There is a naked man in her apartment, she doesnt know what to do in her real life job (her dream job, btw). And nothing is as she would have thought it would be.
Ok...do we ever have those moments? I feel as tho I woke up one day and I'm 28. (I think thats how old I am) I have to move far far away, to a pretty good job, and a really great guy. I mean great. Really really great. He's everything. But...its all so surreal. My friends are up and getting married and having children right and left. A girl can't keep up! Sadder still tho...does the girl want to keep up? What I wouldnt give to just be 13 again. Just me and my horse. A late night is staying up with a good book. An exciting weekend is getting to go to the movies with friends! Romance is wishing you could kiss the dreamy french foreign exchange student that sits by you in study hall.
*How* do we do it? Be Grown Ups? Ugh. It doesnt even *sound* fun, does it?
Mortgages, car payments, retirement plans, being fiscally responsible (is that possible), being in love, living up to your potential, exceeding others expectations (or, not).
Its just a lot, to be an adult. Why do we do it?
Because, in the end, its worth it, right? Right?! Geez, I hope so.
It really must be. So many people do it. And seem to enjoy it, at that. Some do it well, others...not so well. But they are out there trying. Thats what counts, I suppose.
I really could go on and on. Romance is a whole 'nother update. *grin* Thats a lot of work too. Depending on who you talk to. To some, its nothing. To others, its everything. To most, its what you put in. To the rest, its what you deserve to get out of it.
Ho hum. I guess thats it. At least, being a grown up, you get to partake in alcohol, and that makes it a little bit better. *grin*
*wave*
Go be grown ups. But...please. Have fun. This has been a public service announcement brought to you by the letter F and the number 13.