Snowing, dusky back yard shot of excited, tail wagging, barking dogs.
I suppose the blurry photo isn't too bad for a phone pic.
Snowy night, cozy fire roaring, bottle of wine ready to go, and a couple good movies in the queue.
We do winter nights right.
Metal loving, yoga practicing, vegan mom of one amazing little dude, Sevi, and three nutty dogs. Wife to walking music encyclopedia and practitioner of delicious kitchen wizardry, Jason. Life lessons, recipes, music talk, recollections, therapy, cleansing rituals, general blather.
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
SuperWha?
I've been meaning to start a new blog for years. I guess I sort of started this at least a month ago... and now I'm finally getting around to adding words. I used to like spilling my brain to a blog whenever it needed a good venting.
I'm sitting just outside the kitchen, Necco and Lucy are positioned strategically behind Jason, and we are all hoping for pity scraps as we watch him prepare the much-anticipated mexican feast that is the cornerstone of our no-superbowl-involved festivities of the evening. The refrieds need to keep simmering for another hour and the smell of cumin and garlic and onions is filling the kitchen and making my belly grumble. The next thing on the agenda is to light up a fire, and cozy down with all three pups to watch the JewBear club some nazi's to a pulp.
I'm finding myself doing the same thing I find myself doing a lot lately, being thankful and appreciative and happy. Work is stressful, school is beyond stressful, and it feels like there is not enough time to get anything done, but regardless, I am so incredibly happy. The weekends make it all worth it. I have the love of my life and our three sweetest pups who make all the troubles seem miles away. It's Sunday night and Monday is breathing down the neck of my blissful evening, but I don't care. I'm going to put the computer away, go smooch the cook, and hug on my little family of furballs.
I'm sitting just outside the kitchen, Necco and Lucy are positioned strategically behind Jason, and we are all hoping for pity scraps as we watch him prepare the much-anticipated mexican feast that is the cornerstone of our no-superbowl-involved festivities of the evening. The refrieds need to keep simmering for another hour and the smell of cumin and garlic and onions is filling the kitchen and making my belly grumble. The next thing on the agenda is to light up a fire, and cozy down with all three pups to watch the JewBear club some nazi's to a pulp.
I'm finding myself doing the same thing I find myself doing a lot lately, being thankful and appreciative and happy. Work is stressful, school is beyond stressful, and it feels like there is not enough time to get anything done, but regardless, I am so incredibly happy. The weekends make it all worth it. I have the love of my life and our three sweetest pups who make all the troubles seem miles away. It's Sunday night and Monday is breathing down the neck of my blissful evening, but I don't care. I'm going to put the computer away, go smooch the cook, and hug on my little family of furballs.
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