Is this for real? Seriously? This is a real advertisement?! Go on this virtual chat and you’ll find your Bella? or vice versa, girls go and find your Edward. Ohhhh so dreamy.

No.

Just say no.

Instead you’re going to get some creeper in their mommies basement who is way too obsessed with Twilight.

The things people do for advertisement amaze me.

“I don’t know Dean.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, you’re the one who did it Dean.”

“Why did I do it?”

“I don’t know, you’re weird?”

“Why?”

“Stop asking me why.”

“WHY?”

… my head hurts.

Just random cuteness.

This is *BULLSHIT*

This entirely sums up any internet drama, and why it’s pointless and stupid. Just replace a few things to specific situations and bam, it works for all internet issues. Not just blogging drama.

Also, I’m horrible at twitter. I never update twitter, I rarely check it unless it’s one of those few I set up to send to me via text. I used to have Jenny as one of those, god love her, but at 3 am when her insomnia sets in and my cellphone is going off with like 20 tweets in a row… I sort of want to throw something at her house. All the way from Ohio. I’m also afraid to do that, I mean she’s got shit crawling in her walls & scorpions in her toilet. I could possibly make a hole in her wall that was actually holding the scorpions in and now they’re going to go eat her face off.

Also, I can no longer find where she said there was something crawling in the wall, but I swear I read it, or maybe I didn’t and I dreamt it. Doesn’t everyone dream of people blogging about things crawling through their walls that want to claw their eyes out in the middle of the night because they moved to the middle of nowhere? Texas is scary people. I refuse to go to the middle of nowhere in Texas mainly because Texas Chainsaw Massacre scared me shitless when I was 14 and saw it in theaters, no wonder those movies are rated for 17 and older, but hey… when you have a dad thats willing to buy you a ticket for a rated R movie and leave because you’re with your friends? No ones going to argue that. Also, shaking for an hour afterwards was totally worth it. First time a horror movie ever freaked me out. Which means Texas is even more scary to me.

That is all.

P.s. Jenny, you are totally my hero. I let my son watch The Simpsons and Family Guy, and I’m fairly certain that started around 2. Also, he doesn’t know what Barney is, and god help me he never will. Max & Ruby is annoying enough over and over. Barney will make me set fire not only to my house, but to whoever owns Barney and PBS. Just sayin’. There will be a lot of firey doom if anyone introduces Barney to my child.

JUST SAY NO TO BARNEY.

Kitten is super small. I’m assuming about 4 weeks old, not quite sure. Asher, cat below, has taken to kitten fast fast. Cleaning, watching kitten, protecting it. It’s cute.

Then there is Jean Claude, who just doesn’t give a rats arse as long as he makes sure that everyone knows that I’m “his human” and to back off when he wants to cuddle and lay with me.

I’m sleeping here woman, stop trying to take a photo.

So there’s… three cats in this house. John twitched a little, sighed, and said okay. I honestly thought he’d freak a bit more, but hey… how can you deny a cute little baby kitten thats mewing and needs love?

Seriously, that’s almost better then my plan to leave pamphlets & condoms on my sons bed when he enters high school. Though, these days I might need to do that sooner. Aren’t they teaching sex ed in like 6th grade now? -.-; Horrid.

Any who, sorry about your stingers dudes. Maybe this is why you’re all so cranky.

After enjoying a cup of coffee, and waking up more John and I ventured to find ourselves a place to ride horses, my favorite thing in the world when its available. Few hours wait before we could go, so ventured back to the cabin – excited the power was back on so I shaved, did my hair, fixed my make up and finished just in time to go back to Happy Trails, and I am so glad we chose Happy Trails. The people there were fantastic, and sweet. We rode the trails with another couple. The start of this, it was hot… and humid. By humid I mean, I could feel the humidity in my lungs and throat, it was so thick. Just like at Old Man’s Cave, but at least this time I wasn’t walking up and down in the cave trails unable to breathe. Instead, I was sweating and my hair was damp, my shirt sticking to me… and totally enjoying myself. Then, the weather changed… the sky darkened, and it poured. I’ve never ridden a horse in the rain, but it was the most amazing experience. The rain felt so good, I didn’t care that I was soaked head to toe, there was mud on my ankles and shoes, somehow mud on my shirt and pants… happy as can be. I wish we had places to go riding up closer to us, I’d totally drag my mother to do it – though I’d know she’d protest all the way there. Apparently, I’m nuts for wanting to mount a horse and go. Silly woman. Anyways, my horse was named Buddy, he wasn’t old per say but he was the eldest of the horses there, very gentle and kind. Liked when I pet his hair and tapped on the sides of his neck instead of using the reins to make him turn one way or another. I think I was the only one to stop and talk to him before getting up, let him lean into me and say hello.

I love how animals just kind of know when they can trust someone, and the way they can communicate with us purely with facial expressions and movements. I am no where near a nature type of girl, but I love horses. It’s the only time I don’t mind a little dirt and grim on me, though… smacking horseflies off so they wont bite the pretty horse isn’t that fun, they’re gigantic and freak me out. Damn horseflies!

To end the day, we filled the gas tank and ran back to the cabin. Relaxing, had some brie & apples, grilling and probably going to just chill before we get up and go tomorrow.

I cannot wait to cuddle my little boy back into my arms. I miss him. I think I’ll miss this cabin though, I love the seclusion and quiet here. I can only imagine how much Dean would love this place – that child loves the outdoors. The cave and park trails would probably be heaven to him. However, we’d have to find a different cabin to do something like that. This place is meant for two & they don’t allow anyone under 21 to rent the two Lover’s cabins.

Hockinghills, you have been truly amazing.

I promise a post with pictures to come when I’m home and have time to upload and play with them.

This year, John booked us a cabin down in Hockinghills. So far it’s been wonderful. Except for the driveway up to the cabin itself. Which is really, really, realllyyyyyy steep and rocky. I tried to get up it. I failed. John tried, on his 3rd try got the car up there. The entire time there’s me in the passenger seat, curled up, holding onto the seat belt and going “oh my god my poor car. BE NICE TO MY CAR. JOHN YOU’RE HURTING HER.” … after which I pet the car and told her I was sorry we abused her. Yeah, I’m that attached to it, and I pet her. I talk to her. I clean her from the inside out. Pretty little Caliber. I also love how many people are stunned it’s a manual and that I drive it. I need two bumper magnets, one that says “if you can read this, we should carpool” and another that says, “real women drive stick”. John says I can’t get the second one until he acquires a car of his own. Also, I say magnet’s because I refuse to stick something on my car that can’t ever come off. Too tacky for me.

We started our little trip Monday, August 2nd (actual anniversary of our marriage). We woke up, packed -because I procrastinate like no other so I hadn’t packed a single thing until the morning of – did a few errands. Errands being, run to the bank, realize I forgot my check at home, run back home, then run back to the bank, then run to John’s mothers house and raid their freezer and wine cellar for yummy steaks and wine, take Dean to my mothers house and shower him in a thousand kisses and hugs because I have separation issues when it comes to him which kicks in my anxiety and thus I’m digging for a pill before anxiety kicks into over drive and the world spins and I can’t breathe, also this is the longest run on sentence, ever. I apologize. Sort of. Where was I? Oh right, after my crazy hugging & kissing of the child that made him roll his eyes and practically push me out the door himself we stopped at the grocery store and began our journey. I drove the entire way, because it’s the only way I wont barf on my husband. We found Starbucks along the way in a Giant Eagle, I fell in love with that store. It was huge, and beautiful, and had my coffee. It was heaven. I wish we had one at home. John had to drag me out in my dumbfounded state, staring at all the store and its beautifulness. We also got stuck on one of the interstates because my genius husband who hasn’t learned to stop trying to direct me told me to move to the middle lane, you know… the one that was going the slowest. Well, there was a nice three car accident in said middle lane, and took me forever to fight my way into one of the other lanes from the lovely non-moving one. We also got lost once, but that’s again John trying to direct me.

We arrived at the cabin at about 4:45. I fell in love instantly. There’s a full kitchen, Starbucks coffee grounds sitting right on the counter, two flat screens, leather seats & love seat, a nice deck, hot tub… upstairs has a pool table and one of the flat screens. Electric fireplace, which we can’t turn on because John doesn’t know how to work electric. The man is an eagle scout, they don’t teach you about electric, apparently.

John grilled us up the gigantic steaks from his mom, we enjoyed some wine and settled into the hot tub for awhile.

Today, we went to Old Man’s cave which was beautiful, but exhausting. The humidity was so thick I could feel it in my lungs, my skin, my hair. I think it made the trails harder just because the humidity was making it so hard to breathe normally. Also found a wal-mart and bought a few things, including a big boy seat for Dean. I know, we’re on vacation why are we buying a car seat? Well, that exact same car seat is 50 bucks more in our wal-mart back home. Fifty freakin’ dollars. We decided we couldn’t pass that up since I’ve been hunting for awhile. The child keeps telling us he wants a big boy seat, like "van-ga-leen” (his cousin, Evangeline) has. So cute. We decided to come back to our cabin, relax, and grill. A nice lazy day, in a beautiful place. I’ll probably post pictures when I am home on our computer.

I swear, part 2 will come. Unlike Honeymoon Part 1, that was never followed up with a part 2.

<3

However, despite my hiatus on writing I still read my favorite blogs and have discovered others.

The Bloggess will always be my first and most loved blogger, her satire always perks me up when I’m feeling down.

Lastnight I noticed a link on her site that took me to a blog titled, Hair In My Coffee.  I’ve not read her blog posts quite yet… but I have started to read the chapters of a book shes posting weekly. Its a lovely idea, posting a chapter a week, limits the pressure of needing to post a lot at once and keeps readers coming back for more. The story line is quite interesting, I’ve read all the chapters so far… she’s definitely a talented woman. It’s so refreshing to see someone care more about sharing their art than getting paid for it.

Now, I promise I will start to write more. I want to write more. It’s a passion I’ve always had, so I need to actually embrace it again.

One more little note, I’m very pleased to see *this* from Anne Rice. Now, I’m not a very religious person and I certainly don’t mind anyones religion at all. I do however mind the pushy ways of some people that can’t accept the fact that others are not believers in their faith, or don’t follow it. The main thing for me though is this: “‘In the name of Christ, I refuse to be anti-gay. I refuse to be anti-feminist. I refuse to be anti-artificial birth control,’ the author wrote on Wednesday on her Facebook page. ‘In the name of… Christ, I quit Christianity and being Christian. Amen.’” Everyone has a choice, and should have a choice… from sexuality, feminism, and birth control. It mentions in the article about a nun being ex-communicated for approving an abortion for a woman whose health was in danger. How can the church truly be okay with letting a womans health and lively hood be in danger, almost signing her death warrant… but not be okay with it being a womans choice what happens to her own body? By all means, I could never get an abortion, but there are always situations out there that vary from rape victims to health problems. This is my problem with organized religion, why I can’t follow anything in particular, I just don’t have the same beliefs as others, and my version of right & wrong are not that of others.

I truly wish we could all just… support each other, and love each other for who each and everyone of us is