Well, I’ll tell you, Mr. Sammy Hagar, 2nd best frontman of the raddest band ever to have existed….

It’s not JUST something that lasts forever…. and that you both feel together….. Nope.  There’s much more to it….

It’s when your man totally offers to move outta the master bedroom closet into the guest bedroom closet, just to give you more room to spread your wings.  But, I understand your failure to mention this, Sammy, as this sentiment would’ve been quite difficult to put to lyrics.

Oh, my Craiggie, what a sweet, sweet man.  I’ve been “overflowing” for some while now… to the point of complete disaster-zone mess.  I know, quite surprising, given how entirely organized I am.  I may or may not have been “bitchin’” about said mess this weekend and just when I had decided to clear out the guest bedroom closet for my own, personal use…. HE offers to move HIS stuff instead.  Although, I don’t think he was banking on me responding with a resounding  and immediate YES!  (I think he was a bit surprised and taken aback that I didn’t graciously refuse his generous offer).  But alas, it was too good an offer for me to turn down.  So, a few hours later, purge-mania and magically- my closet space is now the epitome of organization.  And, I hereby do pledge, by way of this very official blog post, to keep it that way.  I promise, Crazel, that your show of love as evidenced in the self-sacraficing gesture of you giving up your closet for lil’ ol me will NOT be all for not. 

And, again, as my man Sammy Hagar says….we’re in this thing together….. and we’ll make it last…. forever!
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah……
You can feel it….. Yeah!  Hell yeah, you can!

Ok, I’ll stop now….

Ummmm.... so, I just heard that they are re-releasing Big Man Japan in theaters across the nation.  This shit is good.  It's so insanely bizarre and just crazy-weird and just, crazy-wonderful. Austinites were lucky enough to have the world premiere of this movie last year- at Alamo Drafthouse South.  And, I was lucky enough to attend.  Yeah, me, alone and pregnant →

Mother's Day. For what seems like forever, it's been a day I've dreaded.  I hated walking through stores seeing the signs and cards and constant reminders of one of the hardest days of the entire year for me.  Ever since I lost my Mom, my best friend, Mother's Day has just plain sucked.  That was compounded with years and years of infertility.  →

Date night!  Why, o, why do you come into my life and leave me so fast?  It was fun while it lasted.  See you next time, my sweet, sweet date night.   This time, I promise it won't be a 3 mo-long wait.  I've missed you.  Take care, oh date night of mine, take care...... and, I will see you again →

Seriously, thank you to all those who nominated me.  Your vote of confidence means the world to me. Watch My Award Story Here ....Also, damn.... I can't believe they finally caught on to the whole ponytail thing.  Crap.

The weekends are hard.  Actually, I hate the weekends. WHY?  You ask. Well, because they make Monday's so darn hard.... that's why! Ok, you're right.  I don't hate the weekends.  I LIVE for my weekends, in all actuality.  My Luci time on the weekends defines my life right now- it's the most cherished part of my life.  Weekends and evenings after work.  I →

The American Academy of Dermatology has designated May 4th as Melanoma Monday to raise awareness of this serious issue (actually kicks off Melanoma Month). The deadliest form of skin cancer, 115,000 cases of melanoma were diagnosed in the U.S. just last year. One American dies from this disease almost every hour and the rate is steadily increasing, especially among those →

C'est Magnifique!  I can't wipe the smile off my face.  Man Man has go to be one of my favorite bands of late.  Thanks to my dear friend Benjie who introduced me to them, what was it, 4 years ago... 5 or so?  Times flies!?  During SxSw here in Austin.  I've loved them ever since.  I've seen them what... maybe →

Ok, I couldn't resist.  This is one awesome commercial, if you haven't seen it already....

So, I haven't been this sick in a while.  I think I'm on the mend, though.  Thanks to my sweetie-pie taking the best care of me.  Craig is playing Mr. Mom while I get better.  I love that he knows just the right soup to get me (chicken tortilla from Central Market);  just the right juice (freshly squeezed grapefruit); and →