Snow Day

Finally some snow! It's almost the middle of December.

Christmas is upon us.

An Art Refined

Ah, the art of procrastination. I'm sure that by now I have it down to an exact science. I have this paper due tomorrow (today). It may or may not have to be a
20+ page research paper. (And by that I mean yes, it's a 20+ page research paper). So here I sit on my couch with cookies and Red Bull.

Good thing graduation is in sight-finally. Pretty soon I will no longer need to pretend to care about useless information that egotistical professors know and hold over their students with mocking superiority.

Ah, the art of procrastination...I have it so finely tuned that I will probably finish just before dawn. I may even get to sleep for an hour; oh what joy!

I realize that somewhere in all of this is yet another life lesson. I could be in bed with the hubby-enjoying some quiet time and watching him sleep. I could be stress free about having this stupid report printed in the morning before class. I could be doing a million other things, but alas, here I sit on this couch working on a paper that I could have done weeks ago.

"My evil genius Procrastination has whispered to me tarry til' a more convenient season." ~Mary Todd Lincoln

Beagles

**This image isn't of her right now, but pretty darn close to her usual sleep pose!

Have you ever come upon a moment in your life that you feel blessed to be privy to? Right now I'm having one of those moments. Browny is sleeping; she's partially under a blanket with her nose buried. Occasionally she makes a little nose in her sleep, like she's dreaming. Probably chasing squirrels.

Well anyway, meet Browny. She's a 2 year old pure bred A.K.A. certified Beagle. She enjoys playing with rubber chicken, kong wubba, and bouncy balls. She loves barking at the cats that peak in our window and the squirrels that run across the deck railing teasing her. At night she likes to be warm and will try and burrow under the covers in bed before we catch her and put her in her kennel. Right now she's on the couch with me burrowed under a blanket sleeping. When she enters a new house she feels the need to 'beagle' every inch of it at least twice before she is satisfied and willing to pay attention to the inhabitants of said household.
)For those of you who don't know what "beagling' is, it's when a beagle sniffs every inch of a house. They have amazing noses and will use them to their advantage all the time)!



It's funny how man's best friend can bring joy and meaning into your life. Who would have thought.


"Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made." ~Roger Caras

The little things

The little things in life, should they even matter or am I petty for being bothered by these pesky 'little' things in life? I mean, some of the little things like a glance or a touch or a sweet note mean a lot, but some little things like the toilet seat being up, the water pitcher being empty in the fridge, people being late for a meeting-push me over the edge. So I ask, should I be letting these little things (the bad ones) upset me or is life too short for that? Should my efforts and energy be directed somewhere else or do I try and correct these small wrongs?

The root of this wondering came from something I experienced last night actually. Just little things said in a meeting-insincere comments to make the group look better said by women who contribute nothing except a loud voice. As I sat in this meeting with these women, I realized that these little things happening around me were almost comical. One little insincerity after another pouring out of women who are too shallow and too self absorbed to even stop and wonder how they sound. It's just amazing to me.

But, again, I realize to someone else I could sound just like these shallow and vapid women. Here I sit, quite possibly just bitching and complaining about the little things in life that shouldn't really matter. Maybe I should have the attitude of "who cares" and move on with my life. After all, there are bigger issues happening in the world right? Who am I but one little insignificant person in this huge world?

Ok, point taken inner self...I just need to move on and be satisfied that I am not one of those women and that I can be objective enough to realize that these women will always be shallow and vapid.

Good lord, I do believe I'm growing up

"The key to growth is the introduction of higher dimensions of consciousness into our awareness." Lao Tzu

Losing Days

The weeks have been morphing into months so easily it seems. With only 4 weeks until graduation there seems to be little I can do to stop time and stay safe in my cocoon of familiarity.

The real world seems to large and intimidating as I'm about to be thrust into it. Question are looming and doubts are forming. I find myself thinking about all the strong people in my life. How did they manage this seemingly impossible pass that I'm on the verge of experiencing? Did they share the same doubts and fears?

Normally I'm able to walk through life confident in everything I do, every move I make; always believing that the choices I make are the right ones, the best ones. What has all of a sudden changed? What's happened to that confident me? It seems that until I'm sure of my new surrounds I will retain this unsure, sad little facade. Looking forward to the days when I have a firm grasp upon life, confidence, and myself again.

"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending." Maria Robinson