Meet Miss Maya Joon

This is the face of happiness.  The new love in our lives.  Our little four-legged daughter, Maya Joon.

Daddy's girl

Loves her cousins

(How could she not?)

I know, I know.  Pathetic.

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Dog Days/Dog's Life

Ladies and gentlemen, this is what happens when you go doggie shopping after 40 some hours of rain!

Despite getting filthy and soaked...despite getting lost after the GPS led us to a dead end...despite the fact that we hung out with sweet doggies all day and didn't get to bring one home (we wanted to take them all home!)...it was a pretty great day. 

I know you'll think I'm kidding, but I'm really having to work hard at not letting the fact that I have to work in the morning ruin a perfectly good day.  Here's the thing.  Sometimes, especially lately, I just get tired of being a big girl.  I get tired of getting up at a big girl hour, driving a big girl car in big girl traffic to get to a big girl job where I read about grown ups in big trouble.  I get tired of being brave and tired of making decisions and honestly, sometimes I just don't want to do it all anymore.  I want to spend my days making cool things and hanging out with the people I love.  Why do we have to grow up anyway?  Am I alone in this? 

Thanks for the kind words on the last post.  With everything I've described above, I've kind of been feeling like the life's been sucked out of me and it's a large reason why I haven't written for a while.  I'm sure I'll work it out, but it sure helps to have some encouragement. 

Please Excuse My Absence (and More Importantly, My Big Head)

It's been a long time since I've blogged.  Up to this point, I had a good lecture waiting for myself on the back burner of my mind.  I should write.  I should have a more interesting life to write about.  When did I become so boring and empty of things to say?  And la la la.  But you know?  I'm glad I took a break.

I started this blog because I thought there needed to be more good news in print.  Because I knew there was much to be thankful for that seldom gets written about and sometimes, for negative-thinking little ones like me, seldom even talked about. 

But...somewhere along the line I started thinking more about making myself sound interesting and living a life worthy of a good post.  Discontentment is a hungry beast to whom gratitude is like candy.  No wonder I ran out of things to say.

Today I stopped thinking about how I really should write something, and took time to read what everyone else has been writing (I had been avoiding this out of some weird sort of amateur writer's/crafter's guilt).  I was shocked to see what my oldest friend has produced since the last time I checked her blog, and more shocked still to find that a friend halfway around the world whom she has never met found her blog through mine and made it a favorite...how a dear friend in Austin asked me the other day about a dear friend in Montana (and now that I remember, vice versa!) and how we are all so profoundly connected...(Using the word 'profound' always makes things seem less profound to me...like when you tell someone you love them and you know it only scratches the surface of what you really want to convey). 

Anyway, I guess the only way I can say it is to say that taking it all in today made me feel so lucky.  Here I have been spending so much time thinking about myself and what I am becoming that I have neglected to simply marvel at what a glorious cast of characters I have been plopped down into.  I am lucky to know you.  (And there I go scratching the surface again).