It's August. I've been on "vacation". No boys in the yard (maybe a sporadic 1) but I'm good. As a Gold Medal Single Woman, I have adopted another baby (dog) and am getting used to being a mother of two. It's fun (for the last 2 days) and I think I really like being a mom that delegates her love (mwahhahahaah!)
Not trying to be funny and no, this has nothing (really) to do with boys. Well, I take that back. I am trying to learn to be content and not get caught up in the "Drama of the Boy" that happens when you think you're being chased by the opposite sex. It's hard (cuz you boys know you spoil us with a word sometimes) but I'm getting it done because I'm used to this kind of life. I'm getting more relaxed by the day. But I do have a mature gentleman that won't leave the yard. He was at first full of accomplished pride and rubbed me the wrong way but is slowly, if anything, earning my respect with his insight. He's turning out cool. Imagine that. I think men know that consistency is like a woman's Kryptonite. Doesn't matter what he does...if he's consistent, we are on board, regardless if we want to or not.
Anyways, he's the subject of many internal town meetings within myself and the question on the chopping block is why he's still here...will work it out.
On a lighter (kinda) note, I have a new baby. My eternally selfish, mini-me was preparing to launch herself into Marvel/DC worthy kind of depression because she'd be living away from her cousins when I moved and I was seriously thinking about launching a preemitive strike and getting her a friend/sister to hang out with when we move to the new place. So, through a series of strange coincidences (not really), I have a small, hairy child called Raven (renaming Regine) that I'm discovering the joys/pains about. I have to comb hair. Sorry that that is the main issue at the moment, but she's a wonderful dog with a former wonderful owner and doesn't give me any actual trouble. But my oldest girl is short hair, tom-boyish and a great guard dog. I'm not used to pretty. Raven is good about it (no growling or threatening) but combing her hair is like having a child with a lot of nappy hair. She feels like a job when I have to do that. So I'm trying to wrap my head around how to go about keeping her pretty without doing it myself. Ugh.
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