I've been neglecting the blog again. Just thought I would mention it in case you didn't notice. I don't really feel bad about it since Manda stopped posting like a year ago... now she just tells me to post whatever she wants. She's cute, so it's working for me.

I hate posts like these where I feel pressured to summarize the last two months into a couple of paragraphs. Not going to happen. Just not going to happen.

Pointless information from the last 2 months:

I had gas a couple of times. Gas-X seemed to help.
Manda changed her favorite drink to vodka and cranberry.

I found out I have tendinitis in my right elbow.

Manda decided not to get her hair cut. At one time she had planned to.
I hit 5000 miles on my car. It lost its oil-change-virginity yesterday.
Manda ran in her first 5K. I was her #1 fan. Short skirt, pom-poms and all.
We changed out our rings for our 5 year anniversary. Called it "the 5 year upgrade".
Sadly, three of Manda's relatives passed away.

Didn't sleep for two days while I made my sister a homemade Christmas present.
Manda joined Facebook... FINALLY. My life is so much easier now.
My car was officially named Ellen. Give you one guess who the namesake is. Now I get to say that I turn her on and drive her crazy. *giggles*

Manda officially named her car Kate after Kate Walsh.
I said ass out loud. Yes for real.

Now for a story about Garrison. I know you've missed these the most.

Garrison. My handsome little man himself. He has something like acid reflux... I don't know. It makes him throw up if he doesn't eat. Anyways. Today I was laying on my bed working when he made the non-confusable "I'm going to throw up" stomach wrenching noises. I tossed my laptop aside and grabbed him. We have a routine where he makes the "I'm going to throw up" noises, I grab him, hold him over the trash can and then he throws up. It requires much less clean up and he's actually quite good with his throw-up aim.

Everything went according to the schedule until I misread the "I'm going to throw up a second time" cues. I caught on as his body wretched, summoning up the goods from his belly. I started to swing him around to the trash can... and well, I don't know if the momentum from the swing accelerated the summoning process, but he spewed mid swing. I watched the "goods" fly through the air and hit the bedroom door. Yes. One large mass of green/yellow stomach bile flew through the air and splattered on my bedroom door.

This was immediately funny. I'm still laughing about it. Dog vomit stories are always funny when they don't involve stained carpet and actual vomit landing on me.

Good Times.

My school and work schedules are getting back to normal, so blogging should be more frequent. Or so I hope. :o)

Peace Out

:o)