Let's be thankful, shall we?

It's been a great few months. Things seem to be looking up. Things are going well. I'm feeling great. I don't know how often I'm able to actually say that. I took a yoga class this morning. There was the option of writing on a slip of paper what you're grateful for so that the teacher could read it in front of everyone. There were roughly 25 people in class and only 5 of us or so were willing to share. Most people are thankful for family, friends and yoga.

Mine was bigger.

"I am thankful that I am finally in a place in my life where I am learning to know and love myself."

I'd say that calls for celebration. There's a bottle of champagne with name on it and Chinese takeout on the way.

A rocky trip

And now I’m back. From outer space. After a quick stint in Colorado for a show at Red Rocks…

Red Rocks 1
Red Rocks 1
Red Rocks 2
Red Rocks 2

…we drove up to the upper most island on Wisconsin’s peninsula, Rock Island. Found out upon arrival that its name derives from the most frequently found terrain on said island. Neptune was able to regally stretch his sea legs as well as dress like a human.

Regal Neptune
Regal Neptune
Human Camper Neptune
Human Camper Neptune

And now it’s back to the grind. But it’s one of the few times I’ve taken a vacation away from work and returned feeling refreshed and ramped up, ready to go.

Rock Island sunset
Rock Island sunset

Where have I been all my life?

It's been a busy summer. Full of what? I don't know exactly. Yoga has become a regular part of my week, which I'm loving. There was a time when my jaded self disliked the idea of "being a tree," but now, all I want to do is be a tree and find strength in my grounding and grow my branches as I damn well please.

And now for your amusement, a child climbing an ice cream cone.

Icecream boy
Icecream boy

A friend was married last weekend and after being involved in the bridal party, I feel as though I could sleep for many moons to come. It took place in a small, sleepy town in Michigan which I discovered does not serve food anywhere after 11:00pm. So if you plan to spend the day drinking flute of champagne after flute of champagne, bring snacks.

Next week we'll be flying to Denver to see The National perform at Red Rocks - could not be more excited if I tried. After which point we will disappear into the wilderness of the upper peninsula of Wisconsin on Rock Island for some camping. Neptune will join and boy, is he excited.

Camp-dog
Camp-dog

Oh! And terrariums. I'm really into my terrarium phase right now.

Terrariums
Terrariums

Jaunt to Texas

We took a quick trip this past weekend to Texas to go to a Jerry Jeff Walker show at Gruene Hall, just outside of San Antonio. The show was amazing, lively and intimate.

JJW 051813
JJW 051813

Before the show, we stopped for some genuine Texas BBQ. As a side, I got beans and was instructed that there was a crock pot next to the soda fountain and I could have free refills.

Texas Beans 051813
Texas Beans 051813

It was a very quick in-out-and-out trip (if you know what I mean). We flew in Saturday afternoon and flew back out Sunday morning at 6am. But, it's comforting to know that even in that small period of time, it's impossible to visit Texas and not know you're in Texas.

Supreme Texas Mustache 051813
Supreme Texas Mustache 051813

Yeehaw.

I'm having a day

At home today. Taking care of some things and taking a day to myself. There's lingering guilt about that, but there shouldn't be. Ramping up for the weekend! Tomorrow, heading out into the world for wedding dress shopping with my best friend. Yep, I said "best friend" as though I'm still in the second grade and I have first, second and third best friends. Suck it.

While I'm away doing that, the man will be at home making home-made sausages.

The universe is aligning sending me on the girliest errand in all the land and allowing him time to make the manliest, most phallic food he can.

With a fresh duvet of snow on the ground outside, I'm just where I want to be.

Now, who needs another beer?

It's been a week

I know it's First World problems, so don't get me wrong here. But this week. Has taken. Forever. The two weeks prior consisted of four-day weekends and three-day work weeks for me. Four days is too long for a weekend, but as it turns out, I think that three days is just right for the work week.

So now that we're back to five days in a week, without easing me up slowly from three to four and from four to five, it's been a bit much.

I know, I know. I shouldn't complain.

But I want to.

Tomorrow is Friday and not a day too soon. Whew!

What better way to end 2012

I spent the morning taking Neptune to the vet this morning. I know you've been concerned about his nasty face wart. Though the final tests aren't in yet, the cells are likely benign and he'll soon be scheduled to be wartless. The vet also seized the opportunity to express his anal gland(s?). And boy, was it fresh.

So, he's ready for 2013. And so am I.

20121231-173150.jpg

It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas

There's no hiding it. I'm jazzed about this Christmas. Jazzed, I tell you. Here I am, cozy by a fire with my doggy-dog-dog, two mimosas in and having a holly jolly old time. And there's that magic in the air. I'll be realistic. It might just be that a significant portion of things you buy this time of year are covered in glitter, but I'm not convinced there's not actual magic beyond that. (On that note, did you realize they're selling poinsettias with glitter fastened to the leaves? Is that really what we need on our indoor, holiday poison plants? I don't know, Home Depot, I don't know.) It's a weird time of the week for Christmas to fall this year. Tuesday. I recognize that yes, that's going to happen; that's how calendars work. But Tuesday makes it strange. So today is Monday and because of that, no less than four alarms went off in my bedroom this morning between the hours of 5:45 and 7:30. You'd think after the first one, we'd recognize that there would be others to follow, but no.

So today is fantastic. There are no expectations. There is no schedule. There is no shopping to be done. There is no cooking to be had. There is close to nothing to be done except make up the pull out sofa-bed that's directly in front of the television for perhaps a James Bond marathon, because, let's face it, that Sean Connery is one sexy beast.

And on that not, Happy Christmas Eve to all.

20121224-122842.jpg
20121224-122842.jpg

(Yes, Neptune has a disgusting Christmas wart right now. We've been calling him Rudolph because of it, but it's gross no matter what you call it. Don't worry, it's going to be checked out and promptly hacked off come the new year.)