I know, I know--I usually write my blog earlier in the day. The truth is, I slept in this morning, and I'm running behind on just about everything.
Wendy and Jeremy arrive tomorrow for their Christmas visit, and right now that's about all I can think about. I'm so excited to have a family gathering, right here on the Triple L--my mother will be joining us, along with Jeremy's parents, Sheri and Pat. A good time will be had by all.
There's lots of last minute wrapping and mailing going on around here--can Christmas really be this Sunday?
I spent a very quiet weekend, still in recovery mode from Las Vegas, to a certain extent. The art I bought at the Art of the American Cowboy show, held at South Point during the rodeo, has arrived and I will be posting the remaining pictures. I absolutely LOVE the Lynn Bean piece I posted recently--please pardon the shadow of my head in the photo. :) (I'm a writer, not a photographer.)
Bernice has been a little gimpy, with the onset of cold weather, but she's on medicine now and is much improved. Buck is wearing his winter coat, out there in the pasture--he's easy to spot, being the green one. :)
May all the blessings of the Season and the New Year be yours.
Back tomorrow.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
What happens in Vegas...
stays on Facebook, according to a t-shirt I saw on my recent trip. :)
Vegas does seem to cast some kind of spell over a person--I ended up getting my ears re-pierced, and I actually considered a tattoo. (A small one.) Whatever my beliefs about courage may be, however--I mainly agree with John Wayne that being brave means being scared to death and saddling up anyway--I am a coward in the face of so many needles. :) A friend got a tattoo once, after a divorce--a small phoenix rising from the ashes, and one of my favorite podcasters, Alison Lee of "Craftcast", admitted to a sudden yen to acquire false eyelashes during her stay in Glitter Gulch. Something just comes over a person. :) One starts to believe it's perfectly reasonable to wear gold lamee to the supermarket or carry a purse (around Spokane?) so laden with glitz that it could have been used to signal an iceberg warning to the Titanic--from Newfoundland.
Not that I regret having my ears re-pierced--it was quick and painless and the holes are evenly spaced. The first round, in the 1960s, involved these wicked little hoops with points, called "self-piercers", which required a week to ten days of low-grade torment, the point slowly working its way through the earlobe. Plus, I put them in crooked. :)
My Lynn Bean print arrived yesterday and as soon as it's up a wall, I'll snap a photo and post it here and on Twitter.
Back to work --and there's lots of wrapping and shopping to do, too. My company probably won't want to eat my D.I.E.T. foods. :)
Find something good, large or small, and celebrate.
Or wear gold lamee to the supermarket.
Vegas does seem to cast some kind of spell over a person--I ended up getting my ears re-pierced, and I actually considered a tattoo. (A small one.) Whatever my beliefs about courage may be, however--I mainly agree with John Wayne that being brave means being scared to death and saddling up anyway--I am a coward in the face of so many needles. :) A friend got a tattoo once, after a divorce--a small phoenix rising from the ashes, and one of my favorite podcasters, Alison Lee of "Craftcast", admitted to a sudden yen to acquire false eyelashes during her stay in Glitter Gulch. Something just comes over a person. :) One starts to believe it's perfectly reasonable to wear gold lamee to the supermarket or carry a purse (around Spokane?) so laden with glitz that it could have been used to signal an iceberg warning to the Titanic--from Newfoundland.
Not that I regret having my ears re-pierced--it was quick and painless and the holes are evenly spaced. The first round, in the 1960s, involved these wicked little hoops with points, called "self-piercers", which required a week to ten days of low-grade torment, the point slowly working its way through the earlobe. Plus, I put them in crooked. :)
My Lynn Bean print arrived yesterday and as soon as it's up a wall, I'll snap a photo and post it here and on Twitter.
Back to work --and there's lots of wrapping and shopping to do, too. My company probably won't want to eat my D.I.E.T. foods. :)
Find something good, large or small, and celebrate.
Or wear gold lamee to the supermarket.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Home on the Range
Yorkie Bernice has been a little gimpy since the weather turned cold, so we hauled her to the vet yesterday. (Fortunately, at 12 pounds, she's an easy-loader.) She's on medicine and lo and behold, she's already better, which is a weight off my mind, I can tell you.
I'm writing again, no small feat after a trip away from home, and Christmas is springing up all over the place. The tree is lit and decorated--I have always loved Christmas trees. (Maybe that's why I'm so drawn to shiny things the rest of the time. :) )
There's a little skiff of snow on the ground this morning--I woke up late (again) and am still on my first cup of coffee. Bought myself a thing called a "dawn-simulator", not nearly as fancy or high tech as it sounds. It's basically a rather large alarm clock with a set of LED lights in it, and it gradually brightens when it reaches the time you've set--I'm sure it's known around here, on the QT, of course, as "Linda's latest wacky gadget"--but I think it might help take the edge off those winter blues that tend to sneak up on me. This year, I'm determined to do everything I can to stay happy and well--vitamins, exercise, the D.I.E.T., etc.
Speaking of the D.I.E.T., even though I certainly enjoyed the food and wine in Vegas, I'm awfully glad to be back on my regular plan. My jeans still fit, right out of the dryer, so I figure I did okay. :)
I'm headed back to Parable, to hang out with Hutch and Kendra and the rest of the outfit. It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it.
:)
Have a good day.
I'm writing again, no small feat after a trip away from home, and Christmas is springing up all over the place. The tree is lit and decorated--I have always loved Christmas trees. (Maybe that's why I'm so drawn to shiny things the rest of the time. :) )
There's a little skiff of snow on the ground this morning--I woke up late (again) and am still on my first cup of coffee. Bought myself a thing called a "dawn-simulator", not nearly as fancy or high tech as it sounds. It's basically a rather large alarm clock with a set of LED lights in it, and it gradually brightens when it reaches the time you've set--I'm sure it's known around here, on the QT, of course, as "Linda's latest wacky gadget"--but I think it might help take the edge off those winter blues that tend to sneak up on me. This year, I'm determined to do everything I can to stay happy and well--vitamins, exercise, the D.I.E.T., etc.
Speaking of the D.I.E.T., even though I certainly enjoyed the food and wine in Vegas, I'm awfully glad to be back on my regular plan. My jeans still fit, right out of the dryer, so I figure I did okay. :)
I'm headed back to Parable, to hang out with Hutch and Kendra and the rest of the outfit. It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it.
:)
Have a good day.
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