Gotta Get Away

I need a vacation. Somewhere nice. Somewhere around no one. I don't want to be with or by people. I just want to be by myself. Alone. Solitude. I need a break from being held together by tape and glue. I need to just be alone and heal. I need to stop putting on a smile, and just fall apart. I need to get away.

To here...

or here....

I don't care where. Just away.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

I love Christmas. I love the happiness of the holidays and the colors. I love the decorations and lights. I love the music and the faith. I love Christmas. I love decorating with my mom and I love our traditions. One of our traditions is decorating the tree. So this week we decorated the tree. My mom collects the North Pole Series, and we usually put them up every year. The last two years we haven't put them up, so I was really excited when my mom pulled them out again.

A Little Better

Sometimes, you get bad news. Really bad news and you don't want to think about it. You don't even want to acknowledge it. So you do something else instead think about it.

Today, I got bad news. So I played with my dog, and took pictures of his cute face. It made me feel better. What makes you feel better?

Book Launch

This semester, I'm taking a publishing class at my university. This is the product of a semesters worth of work. It's finally published.

Bird Watchers

My dogs like to sit in the window and watch the birds, squirrels, chipmunks, and the occasional rabbits. They could quite possibly sit in the same spot all day and just watch these animals walk around and eat. To me, that's always seemed really boring. The way NASCAR is boring to me. I'm sorry, I just don't understand why people like to sit on their butts and watch a bunch of cars go around in a circle really fast. The only time it gets interesting is when there is a crash, and wishing for a crash isn't a very nice thing to do. 

 I woke up and my dogs were watching the birds again out in the back. I hopped up on the couch and watched as their eyes followed the birds from tree to tree, as the fed from the bird feeder and seemed to almost dodge the small drops of snow falling from the sky. 

I sat with them a while and watched the pretty red cardinals fly around. They swooped through the air gracefully. They sat and looked around at the world, perhaps watching me as I watched them. A woodpecker came down to the bird feeder, a bird I didn't even know we had in the backyard. He ate with the other birds and flew away to his home only to come back for more. 

Sure there were no bird fights or squirrels jumping around, but it was beautiful to see nature in a different way. Sure they weren't digging worms out of the ground trying to find their own food, but they were still amazing to watch just because of their gracefulness. I can see why men wanted to learn to fly. 

After this morning, I understand my dogs a little more. No, I don't understand the urge to smell someone's butt, but I understand what is so memorizing about bird watching. It's not something I would do all the time, and I'm sure it's still a lot more interesting to the dogs with the better eye sight and animal instincts.