Gawd it’s freakin’ hot outside.

Summertime always makes me want to switch my sleeping schedule from sleeping at night to sleeping during the day – JUST TO ESCAPE THE HEAT AND THE CONSTANT SUNLIGHT!

I also become SUPER lazy when its hot. Hence not being able to reach the computer in my office to blog…or write…or get prepared for the upcoming semester at the university. (Hasn’t stopped me from playing online video games, just stops me from doing anything else important.)

I don’t know how people do it in places that have sunlight for 18+ hours straight.

Weather in the desert is temperamental – or just plain mental – at best. One day it’ll be 90 degrees, a nice dry heat, slight breeze to make it bearable, and the next day it hits you in the face with 100+ degree weather and its fucking humid.

Where the humidity came from? No one knows…

We got back from Vegas about a week and a half ago and almost cried when we got back across NM state lines. It was cloudy, it was 85ish degrees all the way home and it was raining. Like real rain, not the occasional spurts of cloud piss we get in central New Mexico. Vegas was 117 degrees when we left – and miserable.

It even rained four out of the seven days last week here in the Land of Enchantment. SHOCK!

Needless to say, us desert people were exceptionally happy standing outside gawking and looking up at the rain as if it were something mystical and foreign to us.

Today I decided that the laziness needed to stop. My sister and I have been feeling the affects of supreme mid-summer lazy and we have had enough. So back to keyboard I go!

On a serious note, I hope everyone is enjoying their summer and that the weather hasn’t had any horrible affects on them. Stay safe, stay cool, stay hydrated.

I love air-conditioning,

Aurora

hot summer

Stuck in the middle of the desert… Drinking.

Lemme set the scene for you: Today is my sisters birthday. She is 24 years old and ready to party!

The past two years she’s been planning this birthday trip to Vegas. So much happy and excitement. We packed, we cleaned the house, we left notes for Curious George so he can take care of business while we are away.

On the road!! We were making good time, singing songs, laughing and talking about everything. Things are good. Life is great. Get ready Vegas, here we come!!

Then, about 30 miles outside of Holbrook we end up in a loooonnnggg line of traffic. Single lane.

The car is stopped for 15 minutes. Gotta turn off the car. We get pissy, my sister and her friend start getting snarky. Everyone in the car has to suddenly pee really bad!!! It’s 94 degrees outside. Cloudless with a slight breeze.

Time goes by, we get out and walk around. Sit back in the car. Bitch a little. Consider going offroading in a ford fusion just to go the other direction. The girls get out to talk to the truckers. I sit inside the hot shade of the car like the good vampire I am.

Apparently there are three semi trucks that crashed and rolled over in the middle of the one lane construction zone here about 25 miles outside of Holbrook on i40. Nobody is going anywhere. Cleanup crew is on its way but it will be a few hours before they get here.

On the plus side – I get excellent coverage here.

So what else is three bored young women in their 20’s supposed to do in the middle of the desert with nothing to do?

You betcha! My sisters friend went into the trunk and brought out a huge bottle of wine.

“Let’s get drunk in the middle of nowhere!” Says them.

“Let’s make this into an adventure!” Says I. (Since I’m driving I am not going drink, but will watch as they get plastered in the back seat.)

Only problem: no cork pulley outy thingy.

Fuck balls.

-swooshing cape noise –

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Never fear! There are truck drivers near!! It took one truck driver and a nice man from the minivan in front of us with a spare cork pulley outy thingy, but the cork is out and the girls have made use of empty Starbucks espresso bottles as wine glasses.

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It’s hot as hell, the wind has died down and it feels even hotter than before. But the girls are getting toasted and celebrating her birthday in the back of a hot car in the middle of the desert.

As long as we have good memories on my sister’s birthday – all is well. We’ll get to Vegas eventually.

Life is good.

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Little cat goes nuts in bowl

She thought that maybe the bowl would give her some affection.

She didn’t give it a choice.

The cat in the bowl is the one in heat. The other one is too old and neutered to do much more than slightly care.

Enjoy!

Aurora

My sister’s cat is in heat – I have retreated to my office.

TheĀ  only thing that will save me now is if I barricade myself in my office and ignore the feline-in-heat sounds of “SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE HUMP ME BARNYARD STYLE!!!”

It’s my sister’s little cat that is not fixed. My much older male cat has been fixed for years. All he can do now is hit it and then quit it – if you get my meaning. And he is so old that he can only do it like once or twice a day before he just climbs off her and walks away for a nap. Or hides under the bed. Or in my lap. He’s so desperate to get away from her.

I know he is successful at his chosen hiding place when she walks around the house meowing mournfully.

How like life.

My poor cat. She flaunts herself like the hussy she is. He politely declines and asks her to give him some space from her hormone crazed emotional ups and downs. She swats him in the face, purrs, then rolls over and flicks her tail in his face. He declines again. She gets angry. He finally gives her one last, “Sorry, toots, my nether bits aren’t working for you today.”

She comes back with:

I'll go cray cray on the couch if I don't get me some. I'll even blame you.

I’ll go cray cray on the couch if I don’t get me some. I’ll even blame you.

And she would. It’s kind of awesome.

So for today, I am locking myself in my office with my poor abused cat and writing another chapter in my novel. Maybe doing so more editing. Lets hope she doesn’t realize he is in here reading the latest from Sylvia Day, hiding under the covers on top of my chaise lounge. If she were to find out….

Cat Pounce

Shhhh…she might hear us.

 

xoxoxoxo,

Aurora

My sister is my hero… A Pantless hero, but still a hero

I was running super late for my appointment at a new doctors office. I called my youngest sister and she raced over to my house. About halfway to the office on the other side of town it occurs to me that she has extremely long legs today. …

…. “Little Sister, where are your pants?” I says to her.

And without even any hint of hesitation or embarrassment she replies, ” I’m not wearing any. Just my panties. I had to rush to get here and I didn’t want to put on pants.”

So nonchalantly she discusses her lack of pants. And a lack of a bra.

She takes after me, bless her heart.

It was like a scene out of The Fast and the Furious…. Only with cute blue panties with bows on them.

Got there only ten minutes late thanks to her. We were going super fast.

Love you Bug, you are my hero.

Aurora

She is a pint-sized she devil in disguise as my little sister…

She terrifies me.

She is only a couple of years younger than me. She is tiny, olive skinned, with great hair and an obsession with shoes that borders a serious fetish.

She is one of my younger sisters and dear gawd does she know how to kick ass…

If she was an anime character, several years younger and all Japanese instead of just part, she would look a lot like this:

That thing she is holding...yeah...its something to beat me with.

That thing she is holding…yeah…its something to beat me with.

After she takes me to my dreaded physical and doctors appointment, we are laying on my bed talking about this and that when she looks me dead in the eyes and says, “Let’s talk about your schedule for the day.”

Fuck balls. She’s about to lay down the law.

“You need to pick up your prescription after Curious George gets home, work for a couple hours in your office, and then you owe me a chapter by tomorrow.”

Oh, yeah. Forgot I hired her to be my personal assistant/ editor/ ass kicker extraordinaire.

She follows it up by saying that it better get done before she gets home after her shift at the salon because we will be hitting the gym later tonight.

Again. Fuck balls.

This girl means business.

I walk her outside, tell her I love her and watch her unlock her car. Just before she gets in the car she informs me:

“By the way, if you don’t get that chapter done by tomorrow, you have to complete two of them. I was going to give you a day off on Saturday and say the next one is due by Sunday night since we have that last Adoption class to go to, but if you don’t get it done….you’ll owe me two chapters.” And with a deceptively cheerful wave and a quick, “Love you, bye!” she drove off.

How can someone so tiny be so intimidating?

So I been working in my office for the past few hours. The evil pixie herself is due home in about 15 minutes.

I better hop to it. She has great shoes, but they aren’t fun at all when being kicked up one’s ass.

Wishing I was Harriet Potter and had an amazing magic wand,

Aurora

We can't help that we're fabulous.

We can’t help that we’re fabulous.

Ok, that totally didn’t work out…

I am internet challenged.

Derp.

Derp.

Seriously.

I thought I could get away with updating on this current blog and then just changing the permalink so that all my posts for my blog on our adoption journey would go under the new heading on my site. (That’s called cheating, I know). Turns out, it will move the blog, but it will still post under the main blog.

_sigh_ Just call me DERP 5000.

Anyone wanna help me out with this? I’m thinking I am still going to have to buy another blog and then link it there. It’s times like this I wish I could code. Or felt comfortable enough to go bother the shit out of someone who knows how to code.

Or had money to purchase the services of those who code.

QUESTION OF THE DAY – Have you ever searched through the templates on WordPress and thought to yourself, “Who do I have to blow (or bake a cake for) in order to get a decent looking template that reflects who I am?”