It takes 3, baby

I was gone from Thursday to Sunday, at the BFFs wedding in New Orleans. Had an amazing time, but missed home, T, and Fischer. Apparently I was missed too. I heard that Fischer was a little out of sorts, missed his momma, sulking around the house and staring at the door to the garage (where we always make our grand entrances when returning from work). “How is Fischer?” I’d ask every night on the phone. “He misses you,” T would say, “He is staring at the garage door, wondering why you aren’t coming home.”

Now, don’t get me wrong, I feel bad for my furry brown buddy, but this news, the news that I was missed, visibly missed, was also really awesome. The dog is over 10 years old and, honestly, I don’t know that he’s ever really missed me when I was out of town before. So, this was pretty special.

Until this:

What’s wrong with this picture, you ask? Oh, I’ll tell you what’s wrong. I’M HOME ans I TOOK THIS PICTURE. So, who is woman’s best friend pining for now, THE MAN, that’s who.

Humph.

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Pancake Secular Confessional–Christmas edition

Waffle posted her secular confessional today. I thought it was brave. I though, “I could do that, but what if my mother reads it?” Because I’m a complete wimp, you see. But, bolstered by Waffle’s confidence (or apathy, hard to tell sometimes), I’ve decided to play along. You can too, unless, of course, you were a complete angel this Christmas, in which case 1) I don’t believe you, and 2) F-off.

1. I shamelessly re-gifted two pieces of jewelry. I gave my mother the heart-shaped earings with (real!) diamonds given to me by my wasband’s father as a wedding gift (of sorts). I don’t do heart-shaped adornments and had never worn them. I also gave my sister a “K” charm given to me by wasband’s mother, same occasion. “K” was for my old last name, and is also for my sister’s name, so there you go.

2. I was rude to my sister. A. Lot. My parents were very disappointed. I am sorry for how I acted. But only a little. She has been completely difficult of late and I just didn’t feel at all like cooperating and being nice. I’m over it though. Hopefully she is too and we can move on. Being disagreeable and fighting with her is exhausting and never gets anyone anywhere.

3. I didn’t take the time to wrap presents for T. The things I got him were unplanned and spur of the moment. I had thought I would be different, taking time and finding the perfect, heartfelt item. But no. He does like his gifts and, karma being what it is, didn’t wrap mine either. And I didn’t care.

4. After going on and on about how I wanted a “gift-free” holiday this year, I was ridiculously happy with the gifts I received, even going so far as to internally reconsider my former staunchness on this issue. I admit it. I liked getting things. Especially when those things were beautiful house decor, scarves, and a wee, itty, bitty computer. The confession, then, is not so much that I liked it, because that’s obvious and rather “duh”, I mean, everyone likes getting presents, but more that I was an ass about not getting gifts, before hand. I need to just relax about it all.

5. I took advantage of my wonderful, sweet, fantastic dog boarder, dropping him off after hours, and rather last minute (realizing only the night before that we’d be leaving at like 4 a.m. and she really wouldn’t be open then). Also, he was suffering from a nasty intestinal bug. Totally contagious. To dogs AND humans. Yeah. Gross. She wasn’t psyched. I brought her jams as a thank you gift. Does that help? Hmm. Jams vs. contagious intestinal parasite? Right. Probably not. I thought I was more organized than that–pulling a last minute drop off like that. And a better dog owner–I won’t even get into how he contracted this bug…well, okay, I’ll tell you. Coprophagy. Look it up if you don’t know.

Humph. I was reluctant, but that was pretty easy. And I feel much better now.

Note to self: Use the internet for confessions of guilt and remorse. It is very therapeutic.

One big happy…

This year, full of Christmas spirit, my little, um, family?, went out and had pictures of itself taken and is sending them to all its friends. That the idea came from T, not me, is totally cool. He’s into this kind of “recording our lives” thing, and doesn’t make fun of me for keeping like every little ticket stub and trivial memento since I met him. [They are all in a box. I don’t go so far as to scrapbook, ew.] I think its the ‘family’ part I’m still growning used to. In a good way. Oye, don’t be reading this and get all freaked out that I have “cold feet” about anything, ’cause I don’t. But, bear with me, people, its an adjustment! For both of us! Well, probably just for me, but whatever, its my blog so that’s what I’ll write about.

So, we got the super special friend deal from our super special friends Brian and Debbie, (check out their fabulousness here) and made a date to take some pictures at a trailhead south of Boulder. They were great, Brian gave us calm directions while Debbie squeeked away on Fischer’s lobster toy and danced around, making us laugh and smile.

And they turned out great (don’t worry, samples at the end). It was just strange to look at them for the first time. I guess its like looking for your car in a really full parking lot. You know what you car looks like and you are searching for it and scanning around and you see one that kind of looks like it, but sometimes you get it wrong and sometimes you have to look at little closer to make sure that it’s really your car–where are my stickers, and that little dent, oh yeah, there they are. I think that’s how I’ve been feeling for the past couple years. I’ve been looking for my car in a really full parking lot after hours of disorienting mall shopping. And now I found it…but looking at these photos was like that moment of doubt when you’re not totally sure you’ve spotted it, and then you see the little dings and beautiful imperfections and you realize, oh yeah, this is it.

In case that made no sense at all, here’s the best of the best. Knock ya’selves out.

Downeast Vacation

Vacation in Maine was great. Not having to write about it is even greater. Sara, self appointed trip chronicler (Julie and I have decided that yes, this is a word) did a fantastic job with the vacation play-by-play. Check it out: http://saraplaintall.wordpress.com/

Just so’s I don’t look like a total slacker, here’s some of my favorite pics from the trip:

Whale tail! We saw 5-6 humpbacks, sea birds (puffins, gillimonts, storm petrals, gulls), and harbor porpoise on our whale watch.

Whale tail! We saw 5-6 humpbacks, sea birds (puffins, gillimonts, storm petrals, gulls), and harbor porpoise on our whale watch.

It was a long hike to the top of Cadilac Mountain (and an even longer one down). Fischer had a great time sniffing passing hikers, getting pet by little kids, and enjoying a break in the wind at the summit (super dog ears!).

It was a long hike to the top of Cadilac Mountain (and an even longer one down). Fischer had a great time sniffing passing hikers, getting pet by little kids, and enjoying a break in the wind at the summit (super dog ears!).

I yelled, "Do Lewis and Clark!" This is what I got.

I yelled, "Do Lewis and Clark!" This is what I got.

Watching the sunset on Otter Cliffs.

Watching the sunset on Otter Cliffs.

Doug, Julie, Sara, Luke, Ted, Fischer, and I. Oh, and backpack, over there on the left.

Doug, Julie, Sara, Luke, Ted, Fischer, and I. Oh, and backpack, over there on the left.

Zoot comes over for a visit

One day last week, while I was staying over at Steve and Tina’s house with Selin and Gully (Steve&Tina were still in Florida), I guess Zoot got lonely and decided to come down for a visit. Zoot is my black cat, found on a lonely Cache County UT roadside on a Haloween bike ride. I was dressed as one of the three bears (my friends Carol and Deb another bear and Goldie). Out of no where, we heard this little mewing and there he was, a teeny, tiny black cat on the road. No mamma in sight. So, we stuffed him into the backpack of another rider in the group and went on with the ride. When it was over, he came home with me to stay.

Well, last week was much like that. In the morning, I heard a little meowing and went out front to see what was going on. I couldn’t see anything, but I still heard meowing. So, I went out back and there on the porch was Zoot. He hung out for a while, letting me hold him and pet him and rubbing up against my legs. At one point, he even made it into the house and upstairs (we have no idea how he managed that) and got cornered by Figgy. After a while, he left, going down into the woods behind Steve&Tina’s house. I guess he was just lonely. Or maybe just passing through? Hard to say. But while he was there he let me take lots of pictures of him. Here’s a sample:

Zoot Simms.

Zoot Simms.

Zoot hanging out on Steve&Tina's back porch, garden and frog habitat (i.e., defunct pool) in the background.

Zoot hanging out on Steve&Tina's back porch, garden and frog habitat (i.e., defunct pool) in the background.

He hung out on the back porch like this for probably 30 minutes. It was really odd. Not that I've ever said anything about having normal cats.

He hung out on the back porch like this for probably 30 minutes. It was really odd. Not that I've ever said anything about having normal cats.

One of Zoot's typical "eff off" faces.

Zoot, looking a little cross-eyed. He's not really.