I need to sleep...

Because I haven't for the past 3 nights.

Few things in life have been more important to me than sleep. I mean FEW. Most of those things occurred in the early years of my marriage. These days I have become a creature of the night. Once my children are in bed and Mr. Dub is happily trancing about with his elfish-girlfriend in the world of warcraft, I dive deeply into the world of the vampire and must pry the book from my eyes soon after 3am. I have been WAY too enthralled in these vampire books.

Honestly. I think the pages may be laced with some form of addictive stimulant: Hot vampires.

I have just barely finished with the 2nd book. I have not thought of anything but this STUPID girl and her ridiculous adventures with dangerous hot boys for the past 72 hours. It has even made working with certain people more difficult.

I know I teased my friends and family (one in particular) about the obsession that these books cause.

I APOLOGIZE.

I understand completely. I have succumb to the addiction and the shame that these books bring upon those of us over the age of 17. It's relentless, haunting and I am DYING for the 3rd book.

I would also like to thank my girlfriend for letting me borrow her first 2 books. They are the reason my eyes are bloodshot, my dishes undone and my tevo unwatched. I love you for it.

My journey begins

Fine.

I give in.

I have run out of serial killer books, and have given way to vampires.

I begin my adventure tonight.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Start time: 9:30pm*.

Wish me luck.




**Yes it's late, but I can only read when Mr. Dub is busy playing with his "friends"on the "beloved" world of geek-craft and children are not around to bother me with demands for affection and food.

Here I go again

I shared an experience tonight with my second family. It was a musical delight, a dazzling spectacular, a sensual ravishment, a stupendous tremendous gargantuan bedazzlement. It was..Mamma Mia.

It was fantastical.

Seriously.

Yes, I've been broken hearted, blue since the day we parted.
Why, why, did I ever let you go?

And I'd like to state for the record that Remington Steele is still hot when he sings.

Camping, camping, batman.

Welcome to Camp Dub!

That's right. We took the wee-ones camping. And it was great!
We spent most of the time down on the beach building castles and destroying them.

There was a lot of sunscreen involved...being that we are all a bunch of pasty white people.




The girls especially liked the bit where we had a campfire. We roasted hot dogs and mallows. They are little pyro's in training. Anything that could go in the fire did.

We're so going again.