Thursday, December 23, 2010

Happy Eva!

I walked into my chiropractor's office this morning and this little bumbling tumbling floppy bundle of joy barreled out of the back room towards me. It was love at first site. Miss Eva, all fourteen weeks of her, is pretty much the cutest thing I have seen this side of ever and made me overflow with joy. If you know me, you know how much I love dogs. Currently, my life doesn't seem to fit a pooch, but gauging how much I enjoyed this little pup today, I may have to change that soon enough. Ohmigoshloves. LOVES!

Happy Christmas Eve Eve!

It's a pillow! It's a pet!
The day before Christmas break bears witness to the Holiday Sweater. A bingo board of Christmas Awesome, the Holiday Sweater can be counted on to imbue holiday cheer. It's contagious. This year, the effect was bolstered by close proximity to a pillow pet, the darling Amanda, and her cute baby bump. Happy Holidays indeed!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The golden gate was golden before the bridge

Bill and I went into work early this morning. We were treated to a beautiful sunrise and a beautiful bridge and beautiful headlands and everything was golden and clear. A "we are so glad we live here" moment with our coffee and early morning conversation.

Also, I was knitting furiously during the drive. And now, there is a super creepy doll sitting on a chair in my office. She is completely freaking out my coworkers. I put candy cane joe-joes next to her to make her more approachable, but I'm not sure that's working.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

During the week: mudflats n' marshes

Part of the pond we were inspecting had dried. We needed to mark the outer edge of the area where mud was showing -- and me, being the lightest, was nominated. I walked on little towers of mud, wobbly and with moats of water around them. The further into the pond I went, the more squishy the towers became until at one point they started cracking. Like you picture ice cracking on a frozen river. I froze too and took data with the GPS unit and then ran back to the shore, hoping that light, quick touches on each mud tower would make them less likely to collapse.

The rain held. It poured when I arrived home. Good day.