This has been one of the hottest summers that I can remember. Heat approaches 50c almost on a daily basis and if there isn't a dust storm on the weekend, it is a miracle. I (like most people here this summer) am tired, cranky and just not in a mood.
I'm not even in a mood to post stuff on the blog. That's really bad because it is therapy.
I have tried hanging out at the farm, but that gets boring. Now, my farm mates want to rent it out to strangers on the weekends because THEY need the money. I'm going to look for my own damn farm with a few female friends who are reliable and (obviously) won't try to sneak ho's in every now and then or wait till I'm sleeping at 2 am to turn the music up full blast so that the planes passing overhead at 30,000 feet can hear. F that. I'm going to move my goats and pack up my junk. Que cera. It makes me sad, but alas I guess change is good.
I'm still not in my own apartment yet. I'm staying with BFF. She's on vacation in a foreign and exotic country. I have decided (by friends repeatedly asking me a question: "What is it that you really want to do with your life?") that I am an interior decorator at heart. BFF leaves the country and (with her permission this time), I start to decorate. Her place is looking faaaabulous and I am actually going to be sad to move out. I hope she's going to like it. (I do....)
My Dream Crib should be ready mid-September. (If not, you will read about my suicide in the paper. Donations should be made to animal rescue organizations in lieu of flowers.) I have seen about 30,000 apartments now and this place stole my heart. Its like it is the ONLY one for me and the kids. My friend lives there now and he's looking for a bigger apartment (3 br). I know I'm a pain in the ass, but I can't stop worrying that I won't be able to move in, so I send him reminders to the tune of, 'GET OUT!!!' and 'When ya leaving?' or when I see him on FB at a restaurant, stuff like, 'I hope you're taking a realtor out to lunch....' (I'm sorry, seriously--- I am. But I'm pretty sure God has destined me to live there. I'm an obsessed woman in love... just so happens to be with your apartment. I feel that I must stalk it.... yes yes, that is me hiding in the shadows, trying to determine what color I might paint it or where I should place my furniture.... )
My dogs are still with friends. It has been months and months. I have been very worried about Mike because he stopped eating after I brought him back after he spends weekends with me. I haven't seen him in a few weeks to let him fatten up. I haven't seen Desert Dawg at all and I am really guilty of that. I know she is safe and happy with my friend, but I just haven't gotten down there to visit.
Anyways, I'm tired and I can't wait to go on vacation. I wish I could take my dogs.