Dramarama, babies...

I'm not going to say anything about our personal life, however, just know that Didgeridoo Boy and I had a rather dramatic twelve hours. It began with a tense series of messages from my ex boyfriend (understandable, breaking up is, well, hard to do), and ended with someone coming back from the dead. Yes, you read that last part correctly, I said someone came back from the dead. Actually, the person was never dead, everyone just thought she was - - and never darned well mind.

Drama aside, Didgeridoo Boy and I are extremely happy and want nothing more than to be together and laugh. Being inseparable has never been so nice, and yesterday's drama was the kind that brings calm on the flip side. With all of that behind us, I'm really looking forward to having my house back in order and settling into some kind of normal with DB - as normal as he and I can muster.

Happy Monday...

As you can see from the Twitpics in the sidebar, Didgeridoo Boy got a little wound up last night. He'd consumed a 32-ounce Monster energy drink, followed by a Coca Cola, and *then* had a beer to try to calm himself down. Never in my life did I imagine I would be with someone who would put pantyhose and tennis balls on his head to highlight his rave dancing performance, but he did, and there's video. Actually, there are a few videos - I've found that a camera only seems to fuel greater antics. For that matter, why don't I test embedding the test post I've made at Twiddeo?



Give a very hyper man a piano, and he will simply have to play it. Give his girlfriend a MacBook, and she'll make a video, which he doesn't necessarily have to know is being made.

He's actually at his place this morning, and I'm waiting for the painters to arrive - it's odd for him to not be here, and it's odd for me to admit that, but there you go.

Speaking of makeovers...

I'm writing from bed, with Digideroo Boy and Totsi the Dog snoozing away while painters cover my living room in drop cloths. They've been at work "mudding" and sanding for the past two days, and today's the first day of actual color-to-wall goodness. Since they're doing the living room, hallways, and stairwell, the bedroom is pretty much base camp for the next several days.

So - who's Digideroo Boy, and how'd he get his name? Digideroo Boy is the aforementioned adorable new boyfriend, and he got his name by displaying a remarkable ability to mimic a digideroo. (Seriously - it's darned impressive.) We first became acquainted about twenty years ago, and were sort of pitched together again by some dramatic events and Facebook. Today makes it two weeks since we became joined at the hip, and we rather like it that way.

I would tell you in great detail what happened with the guy with the bike I had been seeing, but recounting the summer gives me a banger of a headache and multiple anxiety attacks. Our particular brands of crazy (come on, we've all got a brand of crazy) just flat did not compute. End of story.

But enough about that. Life's taken a turn for the better, and I'd much rather focus on that than creeping myself out further by mulling over the past. Besides, if I keep that up, I might miss a moment of Digideroo Boy's antics, and that's totally unacceptable.

Makeover....

I keep doing this, I know - I'm really not entirely satisfied with what I'm doing or not doing with this blog, but I *do* finally have some cool ideas swirling that promise to make it much more entertaining. This might be due to having an adorable new boyfriend who's made life infinitely more interesting.

In the meantime, I'm still twittering....