Friday, March 28, 2014
Happy birthday to my Marley girl. She turns 8 today, and her completely white face keeps her semi-youth well hidden to deter jealousy. She is my favorite puggle in the world, astounding me continuously with her completely indistinguishable palette and her never ending need to be wrapped up in blankets and her insurmountable patience with the other dog who never.leaves.her.alone.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
My "baby" brother just turned 25 years old. Technically, it was a few days ago already, on Saint Patrick's Day, but since I so vividly remember other life events in his life as if they aren't as far back as they actually are, I think I can get away with saying, "He JUST turned 25." I might have him beat in years, and back problems, and creaky knees, but he has sprouted his first bright white hairs before me, and while he thinks my jubilation over this fact is borderline obsessive, I don't care. It makes us closer in age somehow. I feel like he is my peer, my friend. Truthfully, sometimes he acts like my father. I can't blame him, since their DNA is so clearly a direct replica of one another. I guess my proudness over him makes my true status as elder sibling prevail. He has blossomed into an impossibly funny human being, quick witted and intuitive. And that is saying A LOT, since he didn't master the order of the months in a year for a VERY, VERY long time. And while me may groan about being a quarter of a century old, I smile, because he just made the last quarter of a century matter.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Do you ever love a show so much that you hoard its recordings so that you can watch a bunch of them at once, and even when you decide it's time to catch up, one episode is so amazing that you only watch one so that you have that many more to look forward to and then sometimes as you lay in bed trying to fall asleep you have waking nightmares about your DVR failing somehow and erasing your precious saved recordings? No? Yeah, me neither. That would be crazy. But, theoretically, I watched the first episode of Vikings today, and not the others that I have recorded, and it was outstanding.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
A dear friend of mine had his first child. A little baby boy named Adam. He is healthy, his parents are well, and I looked at my friend and saw him transform in front of me. This year, so far, I have really been made aware of how much can change in a day. Wild transformations, worlds shifting, friendships evolving, life created. I asked Oudom what he was feeling and he looked at me like I had ten heads. So I narrowed it down for him. I asked him what two adjectives covered what he was feeling and he replied with, "Tired and worried." He became a dad.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Monday, March 10, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Can I actually commit to updating a post every single day for 100 days? Or better yet, can I actually find 100 different things that I encounter in a day for 100 days straight that make me happy? A funnier project would be, "100 Crazy Days," or "100 People To Avoid." But I am going to be positive- who doesn't enjoy reading up on someone's boring, cute, not at all amusing happiness items? ME. So I will not be re-reading my posts. I will also not promise that there won't be repeats. And there may be large spans for time, like the 9 days I will be in Florida without internet possibly in April, that I will have to catch up on. Seriously, though, I like this idea. Forcing myself to find, and commemorate, the beauty in every day. I notice it, don't get me wrong. But while I am looking off into the trees, seeing a sweet single blossom poking its way from a curvy, deep branch, with the perfect backdrop of early dawn sun surfacing through other trees beyond the horizon, someone starts to honk at me and I lose that image- forever. In an effort to try to hold on to some of that, here goes 100 Happy Days. Day One.