Happy New Year!

This isn't a self portrait as I know way better than to try such a thing (well, to be honest, I tried once...not good).


Anyway, I wish for you all a year of reaching for the stars and dreams coming true.


Happy New Year, everyone!!

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Love...

We've been doing a lot of clearing out lately. And in the process of clearing things out it became clear that some things were definitely not on the "clear out" list.


Little guy: "What the heck is this?"

Dave: "It's a typewriter."


And the "antique" from the 80s was carefully placed upon a high shelf where it will live out its life as an unused, yet loved and appreciated part of our past.

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The Space Between the Spots

I trimmed our old dog, Scout, the other day. With sweet Scout, time is measurable in a few ways.


• the amount her hair has grown since the last trim.

• the increase in her arthritis symptoms.

• the lessening of the space between her cute little freckles.


She and I both share the first and the last of these measurables. I had my hair trimmed just yesterday and, by golly, new age spots freckles show up on my hands with increasing frequency.

Time, she marches on...and, happily, freckles remain forever cute.

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I sent my Inner Goth Chick Packing

Remember last week when the kid got his mohawk and I went all goth with black fingernail polish and all?  (Read all about it here.)  Well, I'd actually only planned on going goth for a day or so...but when I looked for fingernail polish remover, it was nowhere to be found.  So since it was a late night discovery and I wasn't about to go shopping right then, I just painted over my already chipped nails and went to bed. 

The next morning I realized that right after school I needed to race down to a workshop I was attending.  So off I went, black fingernails and all, to where I got to meet and then spend three wonderful days with about thirty of the most phenomenal women (and one dude) I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Did I go around explaining my nails?  Nah.

Did anyone ask about them?  Nope.

Did my inner goth chick have the best time ever?  Absolutely!!


P.S. Last night I removed the black fingernail polish and sent my inner goth chick packing...but I think it's safe to assume she'll be back...often.

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The Second Layer

I've fallen into a trap.  I'm finding myself digging a layer whose very reason for being is to end up mostly covered up...but it's just so darn happy and full of love!!!  I was warned of this phenomenon, and here it is.

I may just have to sit on this one for a couple of days and then dig back in.

Tune in tomorrow to see what's happened.  Or what hasn't.

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A Perfect Storm Leads to a Perfect Lamp

You know how you can have something in your house for years, and this something just kind of bugs you every time you see it?  Well, I had something, well, many somethings, but today I tackled and fixed one of those somethings.

You see, there's this lamp that sits atop my desk.  It's pretty.  It's also utterly and completely boring.  Several years ago I even took it to a friend's house for a day of do-it-yourself projects but never got to it.  So it continued sitting pretty and being boring week after week after week.  Until today, when the perfect storm occurred.

Perfect storm ingredients:
- a day off for Memorial Day
- a literal storm outside keeping me inside
- a chance viewing of a blog I love
- having everything I needed right here

So I pulled my very boring white lamp shade off and painted flowers all over it.  Then I took the base and stem of the lamp and polka dotted the heck out of it.

And guess what!  I love my totally not boring lamp!


...and so does David!

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Rockin' the Spots

Gave our elderly dog a buzz cut today.  She's not a fan, but she puts up with it.  Now I knew she was blind in one eye, a bit hard of hearing in both ears, a little slow with her stride, and slow to get up when she's been down a while.  But this time I was surprised by the crazy increase in the number of freckles all over her back.  And as I held the clipper and exposed more and more of them I saw her spots mirrored on the back of my own hand.

Yup, she and I are aging...and we're seriously rockin' the spots.

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Wacky Wardrobe Choices

I've been thinking about wardrobe choices lately.  Mostly when I look at my big guy.  He's taken to wearing a beanie all the time.  Now this isn't a beanie like I remember as a kid...you know, the one that was rainbow striped with a propeller at the top.  No, it's the winter cap type of beanie.  And he's really, really cute in it.  But the forty-six year old me keeps wondering, "Why the heck does he want to wear a winter cap all the time, even when it's getting into the 70s?"  Impractical.

And I roll my eyes.  And I keep my comments to myself.

And then I remember that at his age I wore a black leather biker jacket all the time, no matter the temperature.  And I'm thinking I probably looked pretty cute too.  But totally impractical!

My big guy is looking a lot smarter in his style choices all of a sudden.

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