Write a blog? I guess, man.

Jeez, everybody and their mama has told me to start a blog. So, here I go..starting one.



What does one say in their very first blog? I asked Clay and he said to stop thinking and just write what's in my head.



But then he said he won't read it, because apparantly he is obligated to listen to my random bullshit and for the love of cheese, don't make him read it too.



Alrighty then.



We are STILL working on the stairs. For those of you who don't know, we have torn down the walls around our stairway. I had this vision of a grand stairway, ya know. All beautiful with actual railings, bannisters and just fucking openness. Well, this weekend project has turned into over a month of work with no end in sight. Like, I swear we will still be doing this shit when Meghan goes off to college.



Give my husband a piece of heavy equipment and he's all over it. Mo-fo knows his junk. But, Clay is no carpenter. He knows this. I know this. Your mama probably knows this. But, anytime I suggest calling in a professional to hold up a light at the end of the wasting-my-weekends tunnel, he gets all shitty. I can do this, he says. Rome wasn't built in a day. Well, I know this. But Rome is a city and these are stairs. I'm pretty damn sure one day was all it took for some sandal wearing Roman dude to built a set of stairs that contributed to the rise of the city.



So, my friend Tracy might be moving from Colorado to DC. I would love that shit because the drive from SC to CO is a long ass 2 day trip. SC to DC? 6 hours. Do you know how far DC is from NYC? 2 hours. Oh the shopping we can do! She should find out from the military people in the next week or so if it's a go, until then I am too anxious to sit still. I've never been to DC! Imagine me all up in the Nation's Capital!

(They gon' mix it with Biggie. It was all a dream, like daaaaamn that's hot. And yes, I just threw my hands up in the air, to the side and did a little shoulder jig. I am stupid tripping so excited!)