A night of laughs.

Parents start you off on life
but friends get you through it.

Last night I had a great time. Two friends came over and throughout the night we shared lots of laughs and some strawberry daiquiris. We watched my oldest cat scooch across the living room floor and almost pee’d our pants laughing when the one friend exclaimed with excitement that he was doing the moon walk. There is nothing more embarrassing than having ones guests witness the butt scratching of your pet across the carpet, but the tears of laughter and our tightly crossed legs helped keep my flaming red face a well kept secret.

We made the beginning plans of our up and coming camping trip. My P.I.C has never experienced a NIGHT in the great outdoors so we are all looking forward to this over night camping trip. If she enjoys it as much as I think she will, we might plan a weekend camping trip next summer. Just think a group of women in the great outdoors. Sounds like a fun time to me!

A day in the life....

I just thought I’d sweep away the few little cobwebs in the corner of my world. It has been a few weeks since I blogged but I have had my hands full with the newest addition to the house. In all honesty the male species, be it human or animal seems to have the same personality traits. They do what they want, when they want and have a one track mind. Bentley has now entered the terrible twos. Two month period that is. He doesn’t let me rest and if he catches me grabbing a few zzzz’s on the couch he makes sure by vocally announcing to everyone in the neighbourhood. I will say that his bark is definitely NOT worse then his razor sharp puppy teeth. He has discovered that teething on wooden furniture, wooden base boards and human flesh has a certain ode da joy to it. I forgot just how demanding having a puppy can be!

I did have a chance to attend a zumba class last night. It has been well over 2 months since I cha cha cha’d and mamboed my wiggly bits around the floor but in all honesty I think I did pretty damn good. There were a few new dances and it took a bit to learn them but I have to pat myself on the back since before the end of the song I had them down pat. I was amazed that the only part that hurt on me was my arse cheeks. I guess the wibbly wobbly bits that I have sat on for way to long decided to protest a wee bit. I was filled with sweat and my face was red but I have to admit that it felt damn good. Looks like Monday nights will be filled with zumba again!

A New Addition

After many months of thinking and stewing over this thought of mine, I decided to go ahead and just throw caution to the wind. My children are all grown and have left the nest to embark on the wonderful thing we call life. Well at least 2 of my children have. The other one seems to have fallen down a manhole and Lordy just like any male he won’t ask for directions. Some have said that I am now beginning to suffer the so called “empty nest” syndrome and to those people I say…are you nuts!!!!!! I’m no longer a waitress, or a laundress. I’m no longer the short order cook and I finally have HOT water for my showers. I can take a bath and even add bubbles without the usual dozen or so knocks on the door asking when I’ll be done. I can blare my music full tilt while I listen to MY kind of music. I have even mastered the art of zumba dancing in the tub while the bubbles cover all my wobbly bits. Although I will admit the water that sloshes over the side of the tub is a pain in the arse to mop up afterwards. I never realized there were so many channels that are offered on cable. For years I have been subjected to the Much Music channel and all the drama that follows. I have seen diva after diva rise and fall and have witnessed some pretty bizarre behaviour from the young artistically inclined music culture of today’s world. So, does it sound like I’m suffering from the “empty nest” syndrome? I think not!

Anyway, back to my throwing caution to the wind idea. I have decided to expand a small part of my nest. Some people may call me crazy but everyone knows I have been suffering from that since my first child hit the teen years and 2 more times after that. (shakes my head to stop the voices inside from arguing). Ok, now where was I? Oh yes my new addition. I have just bought Bentley. Not A Bentley, but a 6 week old Golden Retriever. He’s a welcome addition to my little area of the nest.