Experiencing.

Sometimes life throws you something that would make you think it's game over. But it's not. Just merely a game changer. And for those of you who know me...well you know I don't like change. Especially when I didn't ask for it.

Yep. That was pretty vague. And probably makes zero sense to most. Which is so annoying, right???!? But it sorta explains why I've been absent from this here blog.

But not blogging has allowed me lots of time to find fun (despite life's curveballs). Or rather for the fun to find me. Without the pressure of always thinking, "Oh I can't wait to blog about this when I get home!!!" Yeah. That got kinda old with me. I found myself experiencing life. But not really experiencing jack crap. Because I was thinking about how I'd write about it later. And that's lame. What's life if you're not experiencing it, eh?

But alas, I have attached some Instagram pictorials to prove to you exactly how much fun I've been having. Experiencing life. Probably old news to those of you who follow me on Insta. But new news to those who don't.

In no particular order are a few things I've done recently, but didn't deem worthy of blogging about that very minute (or a few minutes after). But not because they weren't awesome. Because they most certainly were.

-- I have shopped with a tween and helped her pick out her very first piece of attire in the juniors section at Target. Monumental, folks. It was an XS black cardigan for her uncle's wedding in Colorado. She's a peanut so it only worked because it was short wasted with three quarter sleeves. It was so fun seeing her get excited over this. We went to try on ridiculously tall heels after.

-- Fixed my bike chain and rode around Colby Lake with my domestic partner. I love him. The past few months have been trying ones and have affected us both equally. But I am so amazed at how strong it has made us as a couple. I married someone who was made for me. No doubt about it.

-- Witnessed a sweet six year old master the high dive for the first time. Seriously the cutest ever. One hand up in the air. The other sealing her nose, doing it's darndest to block unwanted water from entering her tiny nasal passages. I love her. And her brave soul.

-- Was asked to a Twins game with my friend Amanda. On a Thursday afternoon no less. It felt wrong to be there on a workday. But oh so right.

-- Enjoyed a happy hour...ok TWO consecutive happy hours (4pm and 5pm) with my girl, Suzy. She was one of the first naughty nannies I encountered after moving to Minneapolis. Love her. And love our times we get to catch up. She's dating a new guy and I love hearing all the newness of a budding romance.

-- Grilled out with Mike and Rian. Also helped them haul some junk out of their house as they prep to sell it. Mike tried on my bra. If you and I were Facebook friends you'd be privy to the picture of that hilarious moment. And then we watched Real Housewives of New Jersey. I couldn't help snapping a picture of Jesse, Mike, and the dogs taking in all the Guidice/Gorga drama.

August is fast approaching. Are you ready? Can't believe it's almost been a year since our big fat farm wedding. Time flies. Hope to catch up soon(er than later).

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Things we say to our dogs.

Do you have lingo that you only use with your pets? I use the word "only" very loosely. Because our dog lingo has crept into our daily lingo in an embarrassingly, disgustingly sorta way.

But I shall share it with you regardless of the embarrassment. Because I am nice like that. And because I haven't blogged in long, damn time. And that needed to change. Stat.

We live near a city that goes by the name Vadnais Heights. Vadnais rhymes with sadness. I feel the need to disclose this, lest the next the few sentences make zero complete sense to the non-locals. Side note: We were watching Letterman one night and he showed a news clip from Vadnais Heights. But he pronounced it Vod-nayse. Nope. Totally wrong, Leetermon. Vadnais. As in Sadness. You can now never say I haven't taught ya nothin'.

Now. For the first installment of (many...but probably not cuz we all know my attention span is about thisbig--not very big at all) things we say to our dogs.

"I have located something. There is a sad puppy laying on the bed. She lives in Sadness Heights, population: one sad puppy."

Which has led us to now call Apple "Sadness Heights", or both of the dogs simply, "The Sads."

"Look at The Sads. They know we're leaving and so they are insisting on being super sad."

And sometimes we call them "The Nods" which is short for naughty puppies. Bobo (who's original given name is David Bowie) is often referred to as "Nods Buh-Bo."

And if you think the above is disgustingly disgusting....well maybe don't read anymore.

We use the word puppy a lot. Or Bobo. In fact any dog that we see is a Bobo.

"Did you see that big Bobo walk by just now?"

"Bobo, are those police Bobos (German Shepherds) on the teev teev?"

Bobo watches the teev teev. A lot. Apple? She is too cool. And too busy penning her tell all autobiography. It's going to be epic.

A teev teev is a television btdubs.

Btdubs is short for btw.

Btw is short for by the way. Duh.

Wait. Where was I going with this?

Oh. I remember.

We have issues.

Clearly.

I shall leave you now. Maybe.

Ok. One more.

"Bobo love."

That's the text message I get everyday between 2pm and 3pm from my husband. It's his way of saying I love you. But you wouldn't know that. But now ya do. Cuz I just told you. And there are good chances he's typing it while he is pooping...is it weird that I know my husband's pooping schedule? Nope. Not. At. All. Do you know how much we save on TP when he poops at work? Not that much really. Cuz I use almost an entire roll when I just go potty. It's a thing. More of a fear really. A fear that my urine, or worse, my number twos will touch my hand mid-wipe. Suffice it to say we have two plungers for my liberal use of the poop paper.

PS: We went to a wedding today. It was beautiful (nice segue from poop to holy matrimony, Lo). But the Minneapolis Convention Center was too bright with all their fancy windows, thus us wearing our shades inside. You can blame the free keg beer.

PPS: And of course dog pictures for your viewing pleasure. You are most certainly welcome.

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Well folks. I am 29. It was a good day and I have zero complaints. Jesse's birthday was 18 days before mine. If I was a good blogger and wife I would have blogged about his day too. But I am no where near a good blogger as of lates...and well...my wifery skills could use some steppin' up too. Word.

So yeah. We both have June birthdays. And we both decided it was best to not exchange gifts this year. Well we said we wouldn't spend money on gifts. I found a loophole by scoring a free bike for Jesse. My friend had one he didn't use and it was a really nice one. So I got Jesse a sweet sizzle bike but didn't spend a dime. And then for my birthday Jesse put gas in my car and bought me a new bike helmet. So he broke the birthday buying rule. Buuuuuuut....I forgave him. How can I not accept a new hot pink bike helmet and tank full o' petrol? I simply couldn't not accept such perfect prezzies.

The weekend was full of fun. Good ol' fashion laid back fun. I didn't even shower on my birthday. Usually I get all gussied up and go out with friends. Nope. This year was super chill and laid back. Bike rides, wine and beer, swimming, s'mores...perfection.

I will leave you with my status update from today on the Facebooks. I am so grateful. Birthdays can make you grateful. Or they can stress you out. I have allowed my birthday to stress me out in the past. So many times. And it's dumb. Oh so dumb. This year I decided to be grateful. Ok. I was kinda a birthday b!tch for a few moments. But it was short lived. Promise.

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