A Princess and 4 Boys

  I love me a good empower the woman/search for what you believe in story. If you don't know, Eat Pray Love is about a woman who pursues the things she thinks will bring her happiness. One of my dearest friends, Carly, took a great leap and drove across Canada to live for six months or more.  I am incredibly proud of her.  It takes a lot of courage to take that plunge and do the drive. I remember when I read the book wondering if I had that option and who are we kidding, bravery, to leave the comforts of my everyday life behind and pursue what I believe is my own happiness, where would I go and what would I pursue? I love Europe but I couldn't live there.  There is no order and people are so relaxed there...that alone would give me an meltdown. Backpacking or living in small little unique places is not something that interests me.  An attempt to visit every city/airport that has a Starbucks would be really cool and while that wouldn't exactly be ...

My eyes were all wide eyed and buggy yesterday and I was obsessed by the new traps I had purchased to catch our squatter!  I couldn't think or talk about anything else all day. I drove home quickly thinking about Stuart Little's distant cousin having his last meal and then meeting his death. I got home and the traps were empty.  SO SAD!!!! I didn't hear him all night and I conjured up all these thoughts about him bringing all his friends to our house and lifting our beds up and throwing them out the windows. Woke up at 5:45am and ran to the traps...NOTHING!!!!! 7:30am...guess what?  Yup....Ding Dong the mouse is dead!

Disclaimer: Do not read if you are in any way related to some form of PETA loving association as your heart will undoubtedly break. We have had a mouse in our house for a couple of weeks and the shithead continues to elude our attempts at evicting him.  This mouse feels the need to hang out in Jon's bedroom (I mean who wouldn't want to) and ours. We initially went the humane way and got the traps with poison in them for him to go and peacefully die in his home with his spouse next to him holding his paw.  He (I am assuming the shithead is a male) kicked over these traps in a "fuck you" kind of manner. Next Jonathan and I purchased those 1912 traps that you put food in them to lure them in and then snap their necks (do you hear the diminishing level of care for how he dies in my text).  We tried cheese and the little fucker somehow removed the cheese and the trap did not go off in either of them.  Jon and I did research and decided to now upgrade to peanut butte...

Generally, I don't get all sad when celebrities pass.  Don't get me wrong, I was alongside everyone when Princess Diana was killed in the car accident; I was working the late shift in reservations at the Fantasyland Hotel when we all got the news. Imagine my surprise however when Boris called to tell me that Prince died and I got teary.  I love Prince.  I discovered my love for him at a very young age when my parents had the Purple Rain LP and I would play that constantly alongside the ABBA record.  I was fortunate enough to see him in 1995 during The Gold Experience tour and I threw my panties (new ones obviously) with my number written in them with a glitter gel pen...he never called. He always beat to his own drum and frankly didn't give two craps about what others thought of him.  He exhumed class and style. The musical industry lost a great one today.

I am 40 and so very uncool! Wait, what?  When did that happen? I used to think I was going to be the super cool mom and wife but somewhere along the way I became vanilla...who am I kidding...I just became pure vanilla from Mexico rather than President's Choice vanilla extract. I drive a Ford Flex because it is practical and large and safe...where did my 67 mustang dream go? I have been reflecting on my life as a 40 year old vanilla life surrounded by the men in my life and I couldn't be happier. Here is to 40 being a great year and embracing the #pumkinspice lifestyle.