I’m spending the weekend in Michigan with a special someone. I’ll be back after the new year, but for now, I took this from the plane earlier and after tiltshifting it, I think it looks like a puffy quilt.
Monthly Archives: December 2009
i documented our first frost, so it’s only appropriate i show our first snow. though we had a small ‘dusting’ a few weeks ago, that doesn’t count. in my book, if the grass isn’t covered, it didn’t snow, the sky simply sneezed. being a resident of antarctica, my standards for winter precipitation have gone way up. as did my tolerance for accompanying frigid temperatures, which i’m saddened to report have again, gone back down to wussy status.
i had the pleasure of meeting my new dog-cousin, lula, this past week. though i felt bad cheating on lilly most of the week/end since she stayed home, as she is too spastic to get along with other dogs, i very much enjoyed spending time wearing lula out. lula was rescued from a westie center in charlotte a few months ago and i think she blended into our family quite well. i might even go as far as to say she was voted in.
dear lula, i’m sorry i threw your toy next to the wall, thus making you run into the wall with your head. kisses, meghan
i thought you might be curious to see what the “v” tree looks like. with the exception of a sporadically growing ornament collection, it looks the same every year, which i love. what i don’t love was the epic year my beloved REAL tree was replaced by our current impostor of a tree. yup, the v’s went fake. it’s so wrong. almost as wrong as margarine. (yes, you should stop eating that fake crap) mom’s solution? a candle. the candle smells more like pineapple than evergreen. yes i’m still bitter and no i will not get over it. i know what your thinking, “stop whining and get your own place and your own tree.” we’re not having that discussion here, k? thanks. besides, my laundry never smells as good as mom’s.
back to the point, there are ornaments on our tree i remember getting years ago and still put up every year. not counting the ones i “created” in preschool. those, conveniently, never see the light of day. i’m a creature of habit and traditions/small gestures like that make me smile.
i got home from work last night and lilly was waiting for me, as usual, but last night she was extra proud of herself; she had been groomed, evidence in the (hideous) bow. she hasn’t had a hood ornament in years because she always paws them out (she prefers iu collars to bows), but for whatever reason, the bow is remaining proudly intact. she seems to walk with a certain swagger after making a trip to eileen’s, and you can almost hear her walking around saying, “look at me, aren’t i beautiful today? don’t you want to rub my belly extra long today?”
sub-story: apparently he didn’t compliment her enough because after dinner lilly proceeded to pee on the carpet not 10 feet from dean. how’s that for sticking it to the man? lesson: always compliment a woman after a trip to the hairdresser.
“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”