I promised I’d be back. And I even updated my other blog.
The short story is that I missed blogging. The longer story is that I started feeling unsure of what to write about. Apollo is always a good source of writing fodder, but I fear turning into the blogger I dread – the blogger who can’t stop blogging about her cute baby/dog/cat when no one else cares.
But I feel ready to write again, and to share stories. I like being somewhat private so I’ll avoid blogging about the more boring details of my personal life, but I feel keen to share misadventures, music, fashion, and essentially awesome beauty items. I’ve started subscribing to Ipsy Glam Bags and will be getting my first bag tomorrow (hopefully), so I’ll be doing a review here soon!
To give you a brief update of what I’ve been up to in the past month or so:
- Puppy training classes. After Apollo chewed half a bow off one of my adorable new flats I bought from Target, it was GAME OVER. He’s doing really well with the classes and I note a huge improvement. He’s graduating on Wednesday (squeeee), so I’m sure I’ll post a picture of the cuteness.
- I went to my first bachelorette party two weeks ago. I missed the memo that you’resupposed to bring lingerie as your gift (dur, self). My dad offered to drop me off but I declined because I figured it would be awkward to be driven to your first bachelorette party by any male member of your family. He let me borrow his truck, which led to much nervousness as I drove it. I ended up having a lot of fun (and there were no strippers, thankfully. It was a classy affair.)
- I had to rush Apollo to the vet two weeks ago after some god-awful screaming. He had strained his paw, I think from jumping off the couch (I wasn’t in the room when it happened, but had just heard the horrible screaming). I never want to hear that screaming again, it was awful. I think at one point we were both screaming because I was like, “NO NO NO NO!” in despair. Poor puppy. He’s fine, though. He was back to jumping on the couch immediately after we returned home from the vet (sigh…)
- On Friday, a two-hour car drive turned into four and a half thanks to a nasty storm that passed through. That was the worst driving experience I’ve had yet. At least when I got stuck in a tropical storm three years ago, the experience was over in fifteen minutes. There was a lot of water on the road and I pulled over several times to let the storm pass, since apparently I was traveling with it. I ultimately decided to keep going after my de facto weatherman told me that the storms had passed over the route I was taking and wouldn’t be severe anymore. I was never so happy to get out of that car. “We Will Rock You/We Are the Champions” came on the radio when I reached my destination – I took it as a note of TRIUMPH.
I leave you with a song I’ve been obsessed with. Something tells me that I should consider this song a guilty pleasure, but I don’t CARE because it’s catchy as FUCK and I LOVE IT.