Here's Some Dirty Laundry For You
Santiago loves to sit in the permanent pile of dirty clothes in Ryan's room. We got him a new bed that has an anti-chew feature, but he just isn't having it. Instead he favors the kind of grossness that is involved with laying in a dude's pile of dirty laundry. I guess you can't blame him though. This is the same creature who allows his nose to go straight to the toilet upon entering the bathroom. And don't even get me started on his encounter with Megan and Matt's baby's dirty diaper...Really, the vision of Santiago on  Ryan's laundry brings me back to a childhood memory that seemed totally normal until I grew up enough to realize it was

Awesome Blogs
Since there's no time to post since my boss is now forcing me to go to happy hour. But I've found two amazing blogs, friends. I did not find them because I know have a blog. I found them out of pure luck. One leading to the other. But they are wonderful time wasters if you are ever looking to waste some. First, the blog that pure luck brought me one day when I was bored and looking up pictures of pugs because I'm sad and obsessed: http://poppypetunia.blogspot.com/Next, the blog that the first blog made me aware of the other day. This woman is everything I want to be in blogging. Too bad I have not guts and

Computers Hate Me
Ugh. I started a blog. I know I mentioned before that I'm not sure what the difference between a blog and a live journal is, and I'm still not sure, but man. This blog thing has taken me by storm. I like it because it's different in the sense that I feel I am writing to an audience of moms who do nothing but stay at home all day and make cookies with their kids. But that's exactly what kind of turns me off about it. I'm not a mom who stays at home making cookies with her kids and I don't want to read about moms staying at home baking cookies with their kids. I tried fitting in by posting pictures of Santiago the Pug and commenting on each one about what he was doing in the picture, but it f

I'm a Grown Up and it Sucks Sometimes
A baby puked on my boob yesterday. It was proof to both me and the baby that I am not ready to have children. Shortly after this, the baby started screaming like nobody's business and I ran away to change my clothes. Thus the weekend with the new Ramage-White came to a close. In other news, Ikea is completely overwhelming when you've found yourself suddenly living in a suburban version of a bachelor pad. There are so many beautiful modes of decor from art to lamps to tapestries to place about the split level home I now reside in. It's unfortunate my mind turned into the equivalent of oatmeal when I was placed in the midst of it all. The biggest decorative stride I was able

Ball of Random and Keg Hugging
I could say I was attacked by amazonian women while walking to the bus stop, but people would doubt me.I could say that I broke my hands in a merri-go-round accident, but I don't hang out on playgrounds these days.I could say that I've been out of the country for the past two weeks on a antique smuggling run in Persia, but I don't think Persia is a country... anymore.But none of those reasons are true as to why I haven't written. I've just been lazy. And it gets to a point where I've been so much lazy that I don't want to confront it so I continue to avoid it and two weeks pass and I'm forced to think of ridiculous reasons why I haven't written wh