On a Happier Note...

Scary Pumpkin Scares The MOOO out of Dolce
Well, since it is all chilly and stuff outside my incurable case of fall fever drove me to, where else, but the Pumpkin Patch. So, I packed up Snake, and Dolce (in costume-MOO), and headed to our local pumpkin Patch. This is now a yearly tradition of embarrassing both Dolce and Snake while I attempt to take "The Perfect Fall Picture." Brian becomes painfully aware that grown men are looking at him with pity in their eyes as he totes a dog wearing a costume, last year dogzilla, this year cow. Dolce becomes painfully aware that, well, she no longer resembles a dog. And, she is going to be forced to stand on a pumpkin. Pumpkins sometimes roll, or topple, and that scares the shit out of her. I spend more than just a few minutes standing in my closet trying to find a perfect fall outfit since this moment is going to be forever remembered. No matter how badly Snake tries to forget!

PrincessP Thinks Maybe She Should Play Football....

Dear Beloved Bulldawgs,

WHY VANDY!?!?!?!? WHY??

Do you need me to come up there and play?

Love,

PrincessP

ps....WTF?!?!?!

Happy Fall Yall

Ok, so the Autumnal gods have thrown up on the outside of my house. I don’t really understand my new compulsion to decorate my house for every season. Someone is going to have to stop me when I begin to experiment with my Kwanza decor. Well, I thought I had decided that I was, under no circumstances, going to decorate for fall. I mean, we live in Atlanta where it goes from “Hot as the Devil’s Netheregion” to “Holy SHIT, I Thought Winters in the South Are Supposed to Be MILD.”

Fall in Atlanta causes me to do crazy things. It causes me to go to craft stores. Yeah, well it was mostly on the urgings of QueenB. The next thing I know, here I am at Michael’s craft store where they have those goofy, tiny carts wandering around following my mother with a look of shock and bewilderment in my eyes. Apparently, fall causes me to spend $100 or bright orange and red fake leaves to put all over the front of my house. It does look all “warm and inviting and autumnal!”

Fall also causes me to do lots of other crazy things. It causes me to become obsessed with my dog, Dolce’s Halloween costume. After many hours searching on-line and weighing the benefits of each costume I got frustrated and went to Petsmart, without dog. There, they were down to two costumes, which only serve to tell me that this fall madness hits others as well. I thought, “Damn, why didn’t I bring dog to let her choose.”, and then I thought, “You, yes you, are out of your DAMN mind” Well, Dolce was either going to be a pumpkin or cow. The udders sold me. I mean, who, WHO can resist a dog with udders… A cow it is!!! Pictures soon to come! Now, if any of you have suggestions as to how I could get Snake to dress in a cow costume…

Fall causes me to want hot apple cider. I mean, WTF! Cider in any capacity grosses me out. But, it is chilly, so hey! Cider it is. Fall causes me to eat turkey legs, renaissance festive style. What, would possess a young lady, dressed in her Saturday best, to walk around, in public, eating a GIANT turkey leg??? Yes, something is severely wrong with me, but I need to run and dress up the dog so I can take her to the pumpkin patch to take pictures in her new costume. “Dolce! Say MOOOOO.”

WINE

So, last night Snake took me out for a fabulous night on the town. I partook in lots of wine, and as per the above post, that did also include cosmos and champagne. It was a great time, we went to a great dinner and then our favorite piano bar in Buckhead. My friend and her new fiance met us out. Bless his heart, he has never met the hurricane that is me after wine. There was dancing, there was laughing, there was LOTS of cigar smoke. Small, bar, big cigars, leads to a smelly PrincessP! This was a part of my two week long birthday extravaganza. Yes, you heard me correctly, two weeks. Usually, my birthday extravaganzas typically last about a week but this year was different. This year I was pissed, (yes PISSED) about getting older and didn't want anything to do with birthdays. Yes, fuck cake. That was my attitude. But, well, then I realized that birthdays are a girls only opportunity to act like a total princess and get away with wearing a tiara in public (what I do in my OWN home with my OWN tiara are my perogative, bitch.). So, after coming to that realization, my birthday is going to have another week tacked on.

So, today. QueenB (mom) just retired from her job and now any semblance of my quiet and solemn days off is now destroyed. In a good way, mostly. There will be lots of shopping and wine. The problem is that QueenB's version of shopping usually includes this exchange:

QueenB: In a overexaggerated southern accent"WOO! You HAVE to have that"

PrincessP: "Oh, yes, me likey."

QueenB: Grabs item and hands to me signaling that You pay for that

PrincessP: Looking at her like WHAT! I buy? No, You buy. You parent. Me kid. And only one at that.

Well, after a few minutes I end up buying said object because typically my life would not be able to continue without it. In the months leading up said retirement I spent a good deal of my time looking at my poor debit card and trying to console it. I am not kidding you about the poor, sad debit card. You know on the back when they have that part for you to sign? Yeah, I have worn that part off. OFF! There is this evil message where the signature part is that says, in a very nasty tone if you ask me, VOID. So, I just pray that no sales associate discovers my secret shame. I am not sure of the consequences of being discovered. I am afraid.

Well, this Princess needs some Starbucks to help shake off the wine. Please think of poor little debit card!!

Ok, so this whole blogging thing....

Well, wow, this is very cool and exciting. So, this means I can basically have verbal diarrhea and those that I know and love (not to mention scores of strangers) can learn my innermost thoughts. I think this is just what a sometime princess needs.

Hum. Where to begin? Perhaps a brief introduction? I am a twenty something living in Atlanta with my fiance, my chihuahua and overweight and overly evil cat FUR. As you will come to find out, FUR is my fiance's nemesis. In the interest of anonymity and to protect the innocent some names and identities will be changed. I always wanted to say that! From here on out fiance will be known as Snake. No, he doesn't have tatoos, or drive a harley. He actually wears boat shoes and lots of Polo. Ok, let me adjust my tiara and bring the subject back to me! I am forced to work by the MAN. For some reason, my talents of well, just being myself have not yet been discovered and I find myself having to work to allow myself the luxuries to which I have become accustomed. It stinks, but one day I hope for my fabulousity to be discovered and I can be paid millions to just be myself. Come to think of it, this blog is the first step in perhaps having my fabuloisty discovered. Well done, me.

What does PrincessP do in her spare time? Wine. Anything that involves wine, may promise to involve wine, or in which has to be completed before wine is purveyed. Don't worry about a lack of variety in my drinking habits, I simply use WINE as a catch all, one may also subsititute cosmopolitan or champagne at anytime that wine is used from here forward. I also enjoy anything that involves Shopping, for myself (mostly) or for others (seldom), Dog Happy Hours, Tiffany's, online celebrity blogs, and anything that is covered in crystals.

You may wonder why in the world I have decided to begin a blog. Well, I have found that very random and sometimes very funny things happen to me. They generally make for great dinner party conversation, and who doesn't love a dinner party, so why not share them with you my adoring public. All three of you, and FUR doesn't count since she lacks opposable thumbs and as mentioned before she generally hates.

Stay tuned as the hilarity and sometimes tragedy is played out here on PrincessP.