First, let me thank the wonderful, super Ms. Single Mama (MSM) for the “plug” for my blog! Muchas Gracias, mi amiga! Next, I must hang my head in blog shame for letting yet another month pass by without an entry. Wow, I’m a deadbeat mommy blogger. I’m utterly embarrassed. *sigh*

But, hey…here I am, totally trying to redeem myself!

I also (finally) ordered my New Leaf Necklace via MSM and I cannot wait to get it. Truth be told, I have been meaning to purchase one since she first introduced them. Being the procrastinator I am, I of course had to wait until she posted the “memo” half an hour ago that there were only 20 left (possibly EVER). I was *not* going to miss out on this beautiful and meaningful piece of jewelry!

Anyhoo, welcome to my blog and a little piece of my wild and crazy, 3 munkee enriched, savored life!

I shall leave you with my all-time favorite band’s newest tune…

Love is the Road ~ Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers

That’s what WordPress says when I log in….

It should read: Where the hell have you been and why do you keep lying to us about being more consistent in your blogging? I call myself out via my own blog. Guilty. I could say I’ve been “busy”. (Which is and isn’t true simultaneously, for I do have time to screw around elsewhere…)

*sigh*

Methinks I feel like my blog is utterly boring and without direction. However, that is MY life after all (the without direction part that is. Boring it is not!)

Escape. Going to Cancun on Friday. My neighbor booked an all-inclusive vacation with her [ex]boyfriend & two boys. The “ex” is a clue as to why I am now going. For $260, I will be eating , drinking and sunning 4 days away. I’m even considering a night dive or a zip-line adventure, which unless I meet an additional partner in crime on location, I’ll be going at it alone. (She and any form of physical exertion do not complement each other.) Regardless of the actual vacation scenario, I am getting on a plane and going somewhere and that in and of itself makes me enthusiastically happy. Flying is a drug for me. Travel (anywhere by airplane) is therapeutic to me. Now, I just need to get to the point that I can get paid to do it! ***Anyone out in BlogLand need a traveling reviewer/photographer/paid entourage addition?*** (Hey, I tried.)

Bonus: I’ll get to cross Mexico off my Bucket List!

Sayonara Adios (der) for now mis amigos. I do love thee and miss thee and solemnly vow to restore some semblance of consistency. (my intentions are good…)

Check out this toe-tappin’ booty shakin’ number…

Ahhh! Seriously? I must have a label on my forehead:

Have a Girlfriend?: Inquire within.

What is it with me? I may as well add:

Live Across Country?: Pick Me.

I have a knack for attracting/being attracted to the completely *unavailable* guys. Be it emotionally, geographically or BOTH.

This past weekend, I “reconnected” with a certain someone after a brief meeting several months ago, and ended up having the most amazing time. However (stressing heavily here), he is involved with someone [apparently, it's an unstable situation...but, hello? he's still in it so I am no fool] and he lives out west! It completely took me off guard, because honestly, I wasn’t expecting to have all that much in common with him, let alone connect on any significant level. Yet, here I am…DAMMIT!!! Every time! I refuse to be “the other girl” or the “Dirty Little Secret” or “Thing 2″…I have resolved (as of my birthday) to be Thing 1 only. No more “maybe he’ll choose me over her inevitably…” Dear Aunt Bessie, I actually was doing that? *sigh*

I need to get out of here…as in GET ON A PLANE and scram! I have plans of Ireland in September…I have to stick with them or I shall go clinically insane….

/vent.

Typically, I don’t usually give much page time to Dr. D…

Usually, I have better things to ramble about, however, the words that fall outta his mouth sometimes are far too glorious not to share. I almost convince myself that he isn’t being serious. The thing is, he means every word. To me, it’s pure entertainment and a constant reminder of one of the best decisions I have *ever* made.

Seriously, have you ever been the hapless receiver of any of these lines?

“I am *extremely* talented and good looking.”

“You’re nervous around me, that’s why you’re hot.”

“Don’t I look like a Super Hero?”

“You got the prime genetics with me, didn’t you?” (referring to our kids)

“You know you still want me, you just won’t admit it.”

“Damn, I am *so* good~looking.”

“What should I do? The babysitter wants me.”

“All these girls keep stuffing phone numbers in my pockets.”

That’s what I remember off the top of my head. There are many more… Hope ya laughed. I did and do.

All I can say is THANK GOD my friends are still having bambinos, or I’d be down at the clinic!  There is nothing in this world like holding your newborn child…though holding a dear friend’s brand new babe comes pretty darn close.

My “baby” turned 4 (FOUR!) last month. Where has the time gone? I truly feel as if I’m in a time warp. Make it Stop!

I’d have another baby in a heartbeat. First, I need a (together with me) man….  *sigh*