So it’s actually been a while since I have had a chance to do anything other than review the posts that will go up on the site. I’m on my own for one more day since my fiance is still out of town, and I want nothing more than to amaze her, at least once when she comes home.

Over the past few weeks, it feels as though I have been living the literal interpretations of a proverb book that contain all of life’s secrets, but you still have to figure them out because of they’re cryptic nature. I’ll give you some examples of what I mean:

“A rolling stone gathers no moss,” yes, this is true, it’s been scientifically proven. However, if that stone doesn’t stop every once in a while to grow a little moss, he’s not going to have anything to show for at the end of the trip. We’ve been planning our wedding, and when I say we, I mean mostly her, for the past year (it’s in August if you care to know). We both work full-time as anyone today has to, and then the weekends are filled with either repairing some major flaw to our house, or finalizing details for the wedding. More than anything I want my girl to have the wedding of her dreams, but every so often a breath needs to be taken before your lungs burst.

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,” I still don’t have the foggiest what the actual meaning of this is supposed to be, but let me tell you, birds bite! Our neighbor kid found a Senegal Parrot a few weeks ago and for a few days we took care of her (we think it’s a her). I thought having a dog, two cats and a fiance we’re a lot of work. Nope, that bird took all the ‘free’ time I had, plus hi-jacked some more from the rest of everyone else to make itself happy. Smart bird, fun to have around, but with the lives we lead, the time we need to invest just isn’t available for another animal.

“Don’t crap where you live,” this is a pretty straight-forward one. I always took it to mean don’t mess up your home environment, keep unwanted filth out, try and keep a harmonious atmosphere, that sort of thing. That was until this past weekend. My fiance and I went down to San Antonio for the weekend to get away, as well as dog-sit (her job, not mine). Not a big deal normally, but these are King Charles something or others that are of breeding quality, and there are THIRTEEN of them! Five adults, all females, and the rest are puppies, maybe seven or eight weeks old. Most of the puppies are girls too. Yikes. I stopped trying to identify them by name and just call the group the shit monsters. They are the very definition of this proverb.

“Stop and smell the roses,” unless they have wasps, or bees, or some other possibly stinging insect hovering around them. This one applies mainly to my fiance. If it flys, and is of the insect order, she’s terrified of it. We’ve joked that when we have kids, and there are ever wasps or something outside with them, she’d lock the door to keep all of them out. Why does it have to be roses? I never thought roses smelled all that wonderful anyhow, cinnamon rolls, or fresh pastries however, are very worth stopping to smell.

So, as you can see, those are only a few examples, but I could have gone on for quite a while like this, but you’re bored with this so go and read another more interesting post now. Shoe! Go on!