How many critters are in this photo?
If you guessed 3, you’re wrong. There is a black kitty in the neighbour’s window… He is watching the squirrel who is watching the black and white kitty on the lawn who is being watched by Molly (who is losing her shit because she sees so many tasty snacks outside the window)
This is my inaugural iPhone post!
Let’s hope this works!
What do you think when you pull up a blog and see that the last few posts have been extremely sporadic, as well as bunch of apologetic posts about said sporadic-ness?
That’s my blog in an nutshell I guess.
But I’m not going to apologize. Heck no! The truth is that my life has been pretty boring lately. And I’ve spent most of the summer outside taking my dog on adventures. (LAME!)
Though I bet if you read this blog you also check out my twitter feed (I show a bit of life on twitter), stalk my instagram (so you know a lot about Molly), repin my pins on Pinterest (so you know what I’ve been eating and crafting) or have friended me on facebook (yay I’m popular). So really, I know you haven’t really missed me. I’ve been around.
I really hope that this fall I will have time to resurrect my blog a little bit – I’m going to figure out how to sync some stuff so that this little blog feels a bit less sparse.
Until then…. read some old posts maybe?
How do you make sure you get the perfect haircut?
What’s more important, the person cutting your hair, or the pictures you show the person and the way you explain it?
I never seem to have any luck, whether I get free haircuts, or really expensive ones, it just never really turns out the way I want it to.
Short of googling “How to communicate to your hairstylist” (don’t do it, it’s really not helpful) what can I do?
It was brought to my attention that my last blog post was pretty emo and depressing.
Here’s a new-ish Video of Molly to brighten your day
Have you ever noticed how much dust is in the air? Like when you’re sitting inside in the sunbeams and all you see is dust?
My lungs hurt.
I would like to formally remove myself from having birthdays. I really don’t like all the attention. The love from home makes me homesick, and I don’t really need all the gifts (even though they’re nice, I’d prefer random spontaneous gifts sporadically through the year).
I celebrated with Sean by drinking some great wine from Naramata, and went for brunch with my best friends. Then Sean forced me to shop for things, which was really hard and I was very unprepared. I don’t really like shopping on a good day, let alone on a day where the MO is, “Surprise! I have to spend $x on you, and I want to do it today!” Nothing like shopping stress to sweeten a birthday!
I’m 24 now. I don’t know what that’s supposed to feel like, or if that’s supposed to be old, or young. I feel the same. I know my clothes don’t fit like they did when I was 16. I’m apparently more responsible than I was at 18. I’m taller than I was at 6. I’m definitely different, but I kind of just feel the same.
Happy Birthday to me?