Hubby and I are celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary today.
It seems like yesterday that we were giddy-in-love, and making plans for the future. Well, the future is still coming, and we are still together. Some of the giddyness is gone, but we still love each other, still support each other, and still put up with each other.
I love you, Eric.
OK. I will admit it. I am.
Entirely too sad to have a blog, a great domain name, and not a damn thing to say.
Well, at least I said something today. It may not be much, but it is something.
It is the season of giving. It is the season of peace. It is the season for those of the many Christian faiths to remember the origins of that faith.
Well, in some cases.
It is the season of Holiday lights, and all their splendor! It is the season for people to put up lights, spend more on their electric bills, and show off for the neighbors. We have many neighbors who participate in this tradition. We do not. I have always liked looking at Holiday lights, but have never participated in the tradition.
I categorize holiday lights into three categories:
1. Spare and Spartan–these folks are into the bare minimum in lighting. Just one or two strands. Around a door, or a tree, the strands are an indication of the holiday spirit, just not the amount of holiday spirit.
2. Tasteful, and With a Theme–these folks love to light up their houses! They pick a theme, and stick with it. White lights only, colored lights only, lots of blinking lights, no blinking lights, there are many themes around. We have several neighbors who practice this category, and do it very well. One neighbor lights up his bushes with white, blue, and red lights, like a blanket across the top of the bushes. It is simple, and very pretty. Another neighbor puts up lit wreaths–one over the door, and two on either side. Again, simple, pretty, and with a very nice theme. Others choose to be elegant with white lights in simple patterns around the house.
3. Oh My Word, What Were You Thinking!?!–These folks go all out. They over light the exterior of the house, put up giant inflatable decorations, and have several versions of Santa flying around the yard. They spend more on their electric bills in the month of December, than most spend in August in Phoenix, AZ on air conditioning! The idea that a house needs to be seen from space at night is an alien one to me.
We love to drive around looking at the lights, and critiquing them. It is one of the best parts of this season.
I am a firm believer in exercising my right to vote in open and free elections in this country. Voting is a constitutional right, and is a good thing to do. It allows the average citizen the opportunity to take part in governing our country. OK. Not really. We get to vote for our favorite candidates, and in doing so can attempt to convice ourselves that those candidates are really working for the greater good for our country, all while those candidates work for the special interests who helped pay for the advertising for their campaigns. All of those negative campaign ads have to be paid by someone. Ah well, I digress.
Vote. Do it for your country. Do it for yourselves. Do it to stop the negative campaign ads. OK–voting will not stop the negative campaign ads. Only the end of the voting day can do that.
Just vote!
Sometimes it is nice to just get together with friends to just spend an afternoon chatting over good food and wine. This is what we did today, and it was great.
Yesterday was Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year, and we got together with some friends to celebrate the holiday. It was an impromptu get-together, also celebrating a visit of our friend’s brother from Europe, as well. We spent the entire afternoon congregated in the kitchen, talking, eating, laughing, and just enjoying each-other’s company.
Here’s to many, many more get-togethers like that. And to frindship. And to the simple things in life.
We decided to spend an evening at home tonight. There were no good movies at good times tonight, and the idea of shopping did not really appeal to us. So we came home to spend a quiet evening with the dogs. HA!
The dogs have been playing non-stop since we got home. The little one has been barking nearly the entire time, and the middle one is not helping matters–he is poking at us, and insisting that we throw his ball constantly. Not exactly the quiet evening we really wanted.
Oh well. It is good to see them playing. I just wish they would do it a bit more quietly!
There are those who would have us believe that we are destined to repeat history if we are not “proactive” in our attempts to change our day-to-day routines in an attempt to protect ourselves. Perhaps that is not the answer.
If we are vigilant enough to make sure that everyone remembers specific historical events, regardless of how long ago the events being remembered took place, then maybe we are already accomplishing the goal of not repeating history. It does not take a complete loss of civil liberties to remember history. It just takes the time and patience necessary to ensure that all those who want to, or need to, remember history have a chance to learn.
Never forget.
It was two years ago today that I lost someone very close and dear to me. Being so busy at work, and with the hubby out of town, I just plain forgot what day it was.
Sigh. Sorry, Mom. I miss you.
Well, we seem to have grown quite a bit since my last writing. No. Not me. I think I am still the same size, shape, and temperament as before. I am talking about the puppy. She has this habit of growing, and I think that now that she has the hang of this growing thing she is not going to give it up. Along with the growing bigger in size, her personality seems to be growing, too. She is now almost able to jump on the couch herself, and regularly uses her brothers as ladders if she needs to.
This is good–it means we do not have to lift her up all the time to bring her next to us on the couch. This is bad–it means she is able to climb up the arms of the couch to get to the end tables. Where the laptops are. Where the drinks are placed while we are watching TV and the dogs.
I have had to “fix” things on my laptop several times in the last week. These “fixes” are about correcting things she has messed up, putting keys back in place, and spraying the Heck out of my cables and cords with Bitter Apple. u;hogvs dmfnuigkc vnpw eugc 638o4ynrt3q9y55n oidmcfguotweyurtcng9yu
Sorry–that was her trying to add something useful to the post. She has a way with words, doesn’t she?
I can’t remember if the middle one was like this. It was only a year ago. Why can’t I remember? Oh, yes, I remember now. I blocked it out, trying to just remember all the cute things he did. I wonder if that strategy will work this time???
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OK. Time to stop now. I think she was trying to tell me in her writing that she needs to go out…
No, I am not talking about slow boatrides down the river. I am talking about the river of pee from a puppy that overdrank from the water bowl.
Between the hours of 9:45pm and 12:00 midnight, she went TWELVE times! Seven of those times were “accidents” in the house. It got to the point that every time we looked around, there was another puddle! How can one tiny four-legged fuzzball hold so much water? Who knows. How she managed to not drown us is another mystery entirely. There are not enough paper towels in the world to take care of these accidents.
At least she made it over five hours last night. After chasing around after the streams of pee, we all needed the rest!