Excuse my absence as of late. I’ve been incredibly busy forcing my dogs to pose for photos, taking pictures of flowers with my iPhone, and eating pumpkin bread. I promise to be better.
While I was out:
It’s like I’m in college all over again.
If you follow me on Instagram, I’m sorry for the regurgitation.
I started this blog almost two years ago exactly when The Husband went back to school to get his MBA. I had some serious time to kill. He’s graduating in a few weeks and that phase in my life is coming to an end, which has me thinking…what the hell have I done with myself in the last two years?
Blogging has pretty much improved the quality of my life. I made some really funny friends, discovered I love photography and finally learned how to navigate Etsy. I have a love hate relationship with my blog, but I can’t bring myself to quit. What I do need to do, though, is focus more of my energy on other creative projects and get really good at something like photography. So instead of this being the Lonely Wife Project, I’m officially dubbing this next phase as the “Figure My Shit Out Project.” Please bear with me as I try to figure my shit out.
It’s actually embarrassing how much my life revolves around food and dogs. Good thing I’m secure with myself.
Our weekend was perfectly lazy…BBQ with friends, extra long naps, and two frozen yogurt runs. I even made The Husband watch the latest Twilight movie. We got halfway through it and decided that sleep sounded more appealing than watching Kristen Stewart try to act. How was your weekend?
I’m aware that my blog is getting way too dog-oriented. I hope you appreciate my awareness.
With that being said, if your Monster was part of a Monster meetup and spent a day frolicking with other Monsters at the beach, you would gravitate towards dog-oriented posts too. Believe me!
Excuse the ridiculously poor photo quality. I was trying to not get run over by the Monster stampede.
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I ran into these gangstas on the way to the gym yesterday. Little chihuahuas dressed to the nines. They were sporting wigs, hats, glasses, dresses and painted claws. I assure you they were normal house pets and not downtown street performers. A lady (who could’ve used some dressing up herself) was walking them like it was no big deal. It kind of made my day.
UPDATE***I just noticed one is wearing ripped jeans. A chihuahua after my own heart!
bad photos via my iPhone
Up until about 6 months ago, The Monster drove me batshit crazy. He was a humongous, misbehaved teenager with excessive energy and an attitude problem. Once he officially outweighed me, there was no controlling him. I fell really hard a couple times during walks (because he sprints after other dogs) and developed anxiety about walking him. I was a hands-off mom, which was hard on the poor Husband.
And then one day, The Monster was less of an asshole. And the following day even more so. With his new found maturity I decided it was time to face my fears. I downed an Ativan with a glass of wine and ventured out with my giant beast. We made it a few blocks before my heart started palpitating. But I came home unscathed and congratulated myself for my show of courage. Each day thereafter, Dexter and I walked a little further and I got a little more comfortable and we continued to work on his training. Today, I’m proud to announce to you all (because I know you care about these things) that we hit the two mile mark without a single incident!
With a lot of training, a dash of patience and a dose of prescription medication, I am now one of those people who can take a casual stroll with her animal!
I am imitating a very important person this week as I had the pleasure of hearing Ms. Ashley Judd speak of her childhood abuse at a womens’ luncheon this afternoon and have been invited to sit in the presence of the Dalai Lama on Wednesday morning for a speech on peace and justice. The freaking Dalai Lama you guys. Just another day in the life.
Seriously though, I scored the invites through work and I feel pretty lucky to be enlightened by His Holiness. Also, Ashley Judd is the image of health and beauty. She glows.
And last but not least, we took The Monster on a long walk this weekend and I forced him to take some pictures with me. He’s growing up so fast.