Eyes that shine burning red, dreams of you all in my head

Oye! Where the Frack did May go? Greetings Blogland. It's Minty and I've been dipping into the margarita mix. It's really pathetic that so little alcohol will get me buzzed. This one time for New Year's Eve I had 2 drinks and proceeded to get really chatty before I got really sleepy. I told my then boyfriend that I loved him but I didn't love him. I told him that both of us deserved better and he argued with that logic so I said "Fine, I deserve better." He was a nice guy but I had to help him pay rent one month and that's just really sad. Also he got fired from The Gap for oversleeping and being late. Who the frack gets fired from The Gap? You're paid to get a discount on cute clothes. Anyway, we broke up a few months later and I was so happy to be free. I imagine one day we'll bump into each other again and laugh at how young we were and how our lives are so much better off because we didn't stay together.

Anyhoo, I was recently given a promotion of sorts and am running my project in Australia and Brazil as well as half of North America. The reason I'm drinking is I just got off a telecon with our Australia team and they are driving me crazy. It's very difficult to talk to them for long periods of time and not say "The dingo ate your baby". Also, the guy in charge there goes on and on and on. Dude, it's 8:30am in Brisbane but it's already 5:30pm in Chicago. Luckily I have the most kick-ass husband in the world and he takes the kids out to dinner on Tuesday night so I can take my call in peace. Tonight after dinner he's taken then fishing. There's a little pond near where we live that they release fish into and they let little kids fish there on Tuesday nights. The Boy loves it. He's a gentle soul who likes the thrill of catching them and then the thrill of releasing them back in the water. I sent the girl to nursery school in a frock and black patent leather shoes so I can't wait to see how they smell when they return.


Anyway, chatty Minty would like to send a shout out to Chutney. I can seriously say that 75% of the time I hate having a dog. He's still chewing on miscellaneous things and he stinks when he gets caught in the rain and if he's not sleeping when you turn out the lights for the night, he'll tear the room apart. However, the other 25% he's like half baby/ half grumpy old man and it's kinda endearing. Chutney is 1 years old and although he's the size of a small bear he still thinks he's a baby.

And now I take you down memory road Chutney-style.














Happy Birthday my little Chutney! How we survived Year One I'll never know.