- I’ve been working on some changes here or there to the blog. Nothing very big, no overhauls, just a few tweaks and adjustments here or there. Last week, for example, I posted my first ever Follow Friday with guest photographer Justin Walton. I have the next few months booked but I’m on the lookout for more guest photographers to feature next year. I’ve also decided to change the “Weekly Snaps” section of this blog from flickr links to photos. Let me know which you prefer. I thought it might be nice to take out the middle man and just show the photos, but I’d love to hear from you.
- Recently Isobel has been asking questions about Squirrelly. She knows she came from the tow yard, but what about Squirrelly’s mama? Where is she? She misses Squirrelly, Isobel is sure of it. There were tears, lots of tears, as I tried my best to explain to Isobel that Squirrelly can’t find his mama and that it is up to us to care for her now. It broke my heart as Isobel cried, “But mamas and babies need to be together!”
- Speaking of Skwerls, we took her in to get fixed and shot and microchipped last week. There were more tears from Isobel when she learned we’d be dropping Squirrelly off for the whole day. Why couldn’t we stay with her? What would the doctor do to her? I felt a little unprepared for these questions and I tried to answer as simply and as truthfully as I could. We lingered in front of the vet’s office, walking around amid sprinkles of rain and puddles of cold water. We picked flowers and we looked at clouds. She calmed down and I drove us home.
- I’m grateful we were able to get the works done on Squirrelly, even the microchipping. I asked my parents for this for my birthday and they lovingly obliged.
- Anthony stayed home from work on Monday to visit some doctors about his shoulder. It’s healing very slowly but that’s to be expected. When we have the mornings together Anthony likes to make Isobel her favorite breakfast, sprinkle pancakes. Sometimes I think he spoils her.
- My friend Stefanie has been watching Star Trek: TNG all the way through and was very upset that I didn’t warn her about the horrible episode in which Dr Crusher sleeps with the ghost of her grandma’s sex candle. This is a very bad episode and for that I apologize. If reading your grandma’s sex diary doesn’t make you hot, then this episode probably isn’t for you. I APOLOGIZE, STEFANIE. There’s only so many times I can apologize for the ghost of grandma’s sex candle, okay? As bad as that episode is, you have to admit it’s entertaining if you happen to like watching train wrecks. Which I do.
- I realize goldfish crackers are just baked paste and yet I can’t stop eating them. I might need an intervention. I’m addicted to the regular flavor of name-brand goldfish, not the generic imitation kind, because I obviously have expensive tastes. Sometimes I’ll eat them along with Isobel and she will say, “That’s enough, Mama. We need to save some for tomorrow.”
- Last weekend Isobel and I had a girls’ morning out with my cousin Elizabeth and her daughter Victoria. I love seeing the two of them play together and I remember how much I used to love going on little adventures like that with my mom. We had an amazing brunch together and then visited a craft and vintage fair. I wish I had brought hundreds of dollars with me (also, I wish I had hundreds of spare dollars). I wasn’t able to buy the gorgeous vintage Minolta, but the nice ladies at the church sale did sell me the vintage strap for a dollar. I have been looking for one of those babies for ages.
Thrifty Living: DIY Nail Polish Hair Clips: These would make a great project for handmade stocking stuffers.
Scrapbook: Summer Family Fair: The cuteness of Isobel & Kingston, a year ago.
Thrifty Living: Stuff On My Shelves: More vintage home goodness.
Home Movies: Thrift Store Serenade: one of my favorite little videos ever.
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