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Getting back in the swing of things.
Glee has overtaken my life. Well, not really. But it's my favorite show and I love it. If you don't watch it, GET ON THAT SHIT.
My life is one crazy turn after another. My family is nuts, but sometimes in a good way.
I house sat for my aunt, Lisa, and that was interesting. She lives out in Salem, Indiana, and has a farm. But not really, because the only animals she owns are three dogs (Anastasia the Alaskan Malamute, Bessie the gorgeous mix breed, and Lily the minpin--all rescue dogs) and three cats (Fast Eddie, Little Elsa, and Maggie), who are batshit insane. The house is huge and just so happens to be a historic landmark. I helped build it up from the ground. It's so satisfying to look and feel how wonderful that house is and know that I helped restore it. All the times I had to use the outhouse were totally worth it. XD
But anyways, there were coyotes! They were super loud. And one night I heard them attack a calf and all the cows rose up as one and SMOTE THEM. Well, not really, but they did all rise up as one and attack the coyotes, which ran away (with their tails between their legs, I am sure. I don't know for certain because it is pitch black out there).
Thanksgiving! It happened! My dad's side was actually a lot of fun, which is kind of crazy. I got a lot of complements on my hair--oh lordy, my father! He's ridiculous. This happened on the way to Thanksgiving at my great aunt, Rosalie's house.
I sit in the back seat, holding my puppy, Jazz, still as he does his usual freak out over being in the car. There is silence between the four of us, broken only by the rousing vocalizations of the Glee cast serenading us through the radio. I see my dad’s eyes glance at me through the rearview mirror and smile slightly. He keeps eye contact as he smiles and begins to speak.
“You look really pretty today, Sweet Pea. You look good.”
My smile turns slightly embarrassed and my face warms. “Thanks, Daddy.”
The song changes on the CD, and Connor asks Dad to turn it up. The two of us engage in a duet of “Somebody to Love” while my parents chat for a while. We’re merging onto I-64 as his eyes glance up in the mirror towards me again. I quirk my eyebrow questioningly and he speaks.
“I can’t lie about it--you look like Spock.” My face must show shock, for he hastens to clarify (read: dig himself out of the whole he has started to dig). “No! You look cute! Just…like Spock. In a good way!”
“Dad, you can’t just be like, ‘Dude, you look like Spock,’ and then tell me I look pretty!”
“No, you look good! It’s the hair! And the ears! And…but you look great!”
“I don’t even know which Spock we’re talking about here. You could have just told me I look like an old man! An OLD MAN, Daddy!”
“I always thought Spock was pretty hot!”
“Well, I guess I’m okay with being a hot Spock.”
And really, it is a complement from a Trekkie. And later on he asked me to say, "Captain..." and quirk my eyebrow and talk about logic. I did and it made him giddy. I love my father.
I had more that I was going to write, but I just got off the phone with my cousin, Geri, and found out the best news! Craig finally popped the question! OH MY GOD!! I'm so excited and so happy and it's been forever since happy news made me cry.
What an affirming end to my day! I'm all jazzed up now. I have to go do something! :D
Until next time,
Be blessed.
Glee has overtaken my life. Well, not really. But it's my favorite show and I love it. If you don't watch it, GET ON THAT SHIT.
My life is one crazy turn after another. My family is nuts, but sometimes in a good way.
I house sat for my aunt, Lisa, and that was interesting. She lives out in Salem, Indiana, and has a farm. But not really, because the only animals she owns are three dogs (Anastasia the Alaskan Malamute, Bessie the gorgeous mix breed, and Lily the minpin--all rescue dogs) and three cats (Fast Eddie, Little Elsa, and Maggie), who are batshit insane. The house is huge and just so happens to be a historic landmark. I helped build it up from the ground. It's so satisfying to look and feel how wonderful that house is and know that I helped restore it. All the times I had to use the outhouse were totally worth it. XD
But anyways, there were coyotes! They were super loud. And one night I heard them attack a calf and all the cows rose up as one and SMOTE THEM. Well, not really, but they did all rise up as one and attack the coyotes, which ran away (with their tails between their legs, I am sure. I don't know for certain because it is pitch black out there).
Thanksgiving! It happened! My dad's side was actually a lot of fun, which is kind of crazy. I got a lot of complements on my hair--oh lordy, my father! He's ridiculous. This happened on the way to Thanksgiving at my great aunt, Rosalie's house.
I sit in the back seat, holding my puppy, Jazz, still as he does his usual freak out over being in the car. There is silence between the four of us, broken only by the rousing vocalizations of the Glee cast serenading us through the radio. I see my dad’s eyes glance at me through the rearview mirror and smile slightly. He keeps eye contact as he smiles and begins to speak.
“You look really pretty today, Sweet Pea. You look good.”
My smile turns slightly embarrassed and my face warms. “Thanks, Daddy.”
The song changes on the CD, and Connor asks Dad to turn it up. The two of us engage in a duet of “Somebody to Love” while my parents chat for a while. We’re merging onto I-64 as his eyes glance up in the mirror towards me again. I quirk my eyebrow questioningly and he speaks.
“I can’t lie about it--you look like Spock.” My face must show shock, for he hastens to clarify (read: dig himself out of the whole he has started to dig). “No! You look cute! Just…like Spock. In a good way!”
“Dad, you can’t just be like, ‘Dude, you look like Spock,’ and then tell me I look pretty!”
“No, you look good! It’s the hair! And the ears! And…but you look great!”
“I don’t even know which Spock we’re talking about here. You could have just told me I look like an old man! An OLD MAN, Daddy!”
“I always thought Spock was pretty hot!”
“Well, I guess I’m okay with being a hot Spock.”
And really, it is a complement from a Trekkie. And later on he asked me to say, "Captain..." and quirk my eyebrow and talk about logic. I did and it made him giddy. I love my father.
I had more that I was going to write, but I just got off the phone with my cousin, Geri, and found out the best news! Craig finally popped the question! OH MY GOD!! I'm so excited and so happy and it's been forever since happy news made me cry.
What an affirming end to my day! I'm all jazzed up now. I have to go do something! :D
Until next time,
Be blessed.