Buddy Boo

So, when I decided to get on this crazy ride with Jas, I inherited two things.

#1 An eleven year old daughter. 

#2  A crazy dog.  Buddy.

This dog.  I can't even.  I have never wanted a little dog.  What is their purpose?  No, really.  What the hell?  What are they good for.  They just are yippy and neurotic and insane.  Or at least our dog it.  Our dog is slightly off his rocker.  And he is just a puppy.  So he poops in the house.  He pees in the house.  He chews up everything I own.....shoes, door mats, pens, anything that isn't nailed down.  I want to send him to a farm on the daily.  For real. 

But, last week my sweet, sweet Maggie (Mag Pie, Maggie Moo, Magster, Sister) died.  She was 13.  It was her time.  And it makes me so sad.  I am devastated.  But, I can't talk about her right now, because this is about this other crazy ass dog.  Buddy.

So, for some insane reason, the moment I came home from the vet, Buddy has been attached to my hip.  I walk in the kitchen and he is there.  I sit on the couch and he is curled up next to me.  I lay in bed and he crawls UNDER THE COVERS next to me.  This dog is freaking obsessed with me. 

And.....I instantly fell in love with him.  After 6 months of wanting to throttle him on the daily, I fell head over heals in love with him.  And....I know why.  We BOTH miss our best friend.  We have something in common finally.  We miss our sweet Mags.

Losing a pet is devastating, but I am going to appreciate this little fur ball as long as I can.  I'm even considering getting him a sweater today.  Because he looks cold.  What the hell have I become??  I am that mama.  Little jerk.

Whiskey Manor

I did some crazy shit in 2014.  First of all...I fell out of love.  That was a good thing.  That was a BRAVE thing.  That was a "get me the hell out of this situation and give me a reason to have some dignity" thing.  That story will have to be saved for another day.  I fell back in love. With someone new.  Someone amazing. Someone who I would NEVER have thought to fall in love with.  And, it turned out all together lovely, and not at all shitty.  
In a somewhat accurate timeline, here is what happened.

1. I broke up with HIM in January.
2. I bought 2 tickets to a Jason Mraz concert the following week thinking to myself, by the time this concert rolls around in March, I will find someone to go on a date with.  
3. Fast forward to March 27th.  This guy messages me on Facebook.  I know.  Facebook.  No judging.  It happened.  And it turned out pretty freaking great.
4. He asked if he could pray for me because I must have sounded like a desperate jack ass on my facebook posts.  But, let me back that up.....he asked if he could PRAY for me.  He didn't ask me out.  He didn't flirt with me.  He asked if he could PRAY for me.  Well played, Jason.  Well played.
5. We messaged and talked for I SWEAR 48 hours. 
6. And then, I had a light bulb moment....THOSE TICKETS!!  I asked if he would want to go and of course he said yes, because, well......who wouldn't want to go to a Jason Mraz concert with me??  
7. He picked me up with flowers (guys really do that??), he opened doors, he bought dinner (once again....that happens), he took me out for a cinnamon roll at the mall (where he tried to steal a kiss and I gave him the Heisman), and we went to the concert.  And it was lovely.  
8. He took me home and I sent him on his way.
9. Then Monday rolled around and I kind of missed him, so he drove down and we went to dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings (romantic.  I know.)  
10. We listened to Zac Brown's Whatever It Is the whole way there and I thought, hmmmm....this dude listens to Zac Brown and John Mayer.  Points.  Major points.
11. We talked forever.  And I felt like I had known him forever.  And he made me laugh.  And he paid.  And he loved him some Jesus.  
12. I fell in love that night.

So......back to the craziness.  I tried to sell my house.  FAIL.  So, I rented my house....moved to a new town.  Sold ALMOST everything I owned or gave it away.  Moved from a 1,650 sq ft house into a 600 square foot house with a man and two dogs.  And.....I have never been happier.  

This blog is going to be about my new life.  

I love Jesus.  I love Jason.  I cuss.  A lot.  Newsflash.  You can be a Christian and cuss.  I know this is news to some of  you, but if you are the judging type, move right along.  You aren't going to like this blog.  One.  Little.  Bit.  

Downsizing has been surprisingly easy.  I want to tell you all about it.