Last Friday, I grabbed the dog and set off for South Carolina to visit my grandmother for a long weekend. The visit was lovely, as was the drive — any opportunity to shut off my brain for a while, experience a moment or two of peace, listen to awesome (and crap) music that was clearly meant to be sung at the top of my lungs, and think a few things through. In spite of being physically tired from the road trip I am mentally recharged. Continue reading
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Venturing out on vacation has provided me with the opportunity to reflect on what I’m grateful for. This wasn’t actually a planned meditative-type activity or anything like that; in fact, I’ve been surprised to find that these things just kind of come to me as I am in various states of
drunkenness relaxation. Spontaneous moments of gratitude. Outside of the obvious friends/family/health etc., here are a few things for which I would like to give thanks. Continue reading
Last Monday (or I guess two Mondays ago now), July 23, was my birthday. Happy birthday to me! In the midst of finalizing an (obviously) eloquent post about what I’ve learned throughout the year, how I adapted to all of my life changes, new goals and resolutions (blah blah blah, boring boring boring) my life was thrown for a complete loop. That post still remains drafted an unfinished, and many other projects of the personal and professional nature were immediately put on hold as well. Like it or not, my life has changed. Completely.
Yes, folks, it’s true. I got a puppy. A (now) 12 week old, 4.5 pound chihuahua mix rescued from a hoarding situation. Meet Pippa, Duchess of Tisney! Part Mexican jumping bean, part monkey, all love and licks and cuteness.
Awhile back, probably as my parents were moving from one locale to another, they delivered several boxes of my childhood
crap artifacts. Old pictures, letters, knick knacks etc., neatly packaged into storage bins that they no longer wanted to keep at their home. Since then, the only purpose these (until recently) unopened boxes served was to take up space in my closet. What’s a girl to do? Continue reading