Thursday, November 27, 2014

Three strikes, you're...stuffed?

Happy turkey day to everyone, whether or not you go to an alley to stick your fingers in balls. Once again I am excited to see the family all together (minus my parents; they are going to Ron's daughter's house) and eat myself stupid. There will be football, of course, and we will also be watching Maleficent after dinner, which I have yet to see. Right now Josh and I are catching up on our sports shows and I am cheating by recording the Macy's Day Parade so I can skip through commercials. Our puppy is snuggled on the couch with us, and the slimy tongue of the Mia awaits us this afternoon. It's going to be a great day. :) 

I have not yet decided what the main focus of my blog will be. I did start a new job - nay, career - this month, which I am thrilled with so far, but I do not want to discuss that in too many details. I have been doing some more riding lately, although the horse I was spending the most time with has now been sold. My dog is adorable, but even I know better than to catalog his every action in a blog if I expect anyone to actually read it.

All that said, I am going to sign off and watch some giant balloons float between skyscrapers. Until next time... 

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Dark Age

I recently thought, "Hey, remember that time I had a blog?" All six posts that I wrote, evidently in vain, about my glamorous life as a puppy snuggler? (By the way, one slip of the finger and that n becomes an m and I'd be living the cutest illegal life ever, sneaking dogs into places beyond their wildest dreams, like cathouses). But I digress.

I creeped on my former self the other day, and got a little sad that I stopped writing. I had a rather eventful summer, if not year, and I rather wish I had cared enough to chronicle my experiences. Sure, I can do another Year in Review post next month, but then I might forget about the time we needed a map and didn't know that we'd had one all along until it was way too late. Or the time when the housekeeper walked in on me in my hotel room during my last night watch job. Yeah, I got Consuela'd.

I guess I was just undergoing a reinvention and wanted to skip right to the good part. I'm not talking a caterpillar that enters a cocoon as something you'd squish with a slipper and exits as something you beg to alight on your hand. Think more along the lines of last year's Celtics; it got a little ugly here and there, but it was almost intentional because there were first round draft picks to be had. I was simply on an off roading adventure, trading the life I had fallen into for a life of my choosing. I learned a lot, I changed enough (I used a freaking umbrella the other day for the first time in years...who the hell am I?), and if I do say so myself, I came out well on top. Much like the Green, I am a work in progress, but now I know that's okay.

I guess that's it for today. Adios.

P.S. Find the album Dark Age by Gavin Castleton on the interweb, you will not regret it. It's one of my favorites.