Ok I am Evil

So tomorrow the Bostwick's will embark on a 10 day vacation back home to Georgia. I am so excited I could barely sleep last night and I was up this morning as soon as Steve left the house. Never in my life would I have thought I would miss Valdosta as much as I do. However, today has been a very busy day getting ready. I ran to the BX to pick up some last minute things for the trip which of course they did not have so I had to run downtown to brave the last minute shoppers at Wal-Mart. I finally return home to relax and enjoy some subway for lunch.

After lunch I did the chore I HATE the most.... washing the dogs. Both of our 50+lbs dogs despise water let alone taking a bath. I use to fight with them in the bath tub trying to make sure not too much water ended up on the floor but that was a losing a battle. After 4 rounds with the dogs in the tub I would spend an hour to two hours trying to clean up all the dog hair yet another losing battle. Looks like the dogs won the war on that front huh? Not quite....I found an easier way to wash them and NOT destroy my house in the process. A good old fashion hosing and rub down outside. Now I know what you are thinking... probably the same thing all those people passing in their cars were thinking. WHO THE HECK WASHES THEIR DOG OUTSIDE IN WINTER??? Well your looking at her people. I am sorry but with all the hair that Louie puts out I just don't have the time tonight to clean it up lol. But considering it was like 56 degrees outside I figured what the heck. I got both dogs done in less then 30 minutes and despite my aching back I am feeling pretty good about it.

Don't fret too much people I am not totally evil. Each doggie got blown dry and they loved it.

When Harry Met Sally

So I was sitting at home today watching When Harry Met Sally, and I suddenly got the urge to start blogging again. I love so much about that movie from it's the good eighties feel, the quirky chemistry between Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal, to that infamous orgasm scene in Katz's Deil. But I know my favorite part is probably those little old, twinkly-eyed couples, perched on the couch fingers laced, telling their tales of how they fell in love. I was about sixteen years old when I first saw the movie and anyone who knew me back then knows I was boy crazy. I would fall hard and fast for a number of boys, only to brush them off in a matter of weeks. I do remember sitting in my small room late at night watching this movie instead of studying for some Algebra II test wondering where my future husband was at that moment in time. How did he look? What did his voice sound like? What was he doing at that very second? Was he on a first date, holding hands with some girl in a darkened air conditioned theater with a tub of popcorn in between them? Or was he much older, already in college and experienced in the ways of the world. When would I meet him? I always imagined being one of those old couples sitting on that couch after 50 years of marriage still telling our story over and over again to anyone who would listen.

What I had yet to learn, though, is that things are seldom what they seem. I figured out over time is that almost always, when you hear those stories from married couples, there is a little poetic license going on, a romantic spin, polished to a high shine over time. And unless you marry your high school sweetheart, there is usually a not-so-glorious back story. There are people and places and events you'd prefer to forget or at least gloss over. In the end, you can slap a pretty label on it--like serendipity or fate. Or you can believe that it's just the random way life unfolds, but no mater what you call it, it seems that every couple has two stories. The edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version, best left alone.