I've realized that in nearly all the pictures I stole from my Mom's camera last night, most of them have way too much cleavage to be family appropriate. No wonder my parents think I'm a hooker.
Kidding about the hooker thing. Really kidding. I'm so straight-laced, every shoe I own is Velco.
ANYWAY, here's a picture with me and my little sister, posing with my late doggie (Lilly, may she rest in peace) a few days before we had to put her to sleep. I went home for dinner with the fam yesterday, and I remembered how much I miss my pup.
Duke, my overstuffed cat, thinks he is a mountain lion tonight. The couch is his grand range, in which he is too fat to appropriately balance on. So he just looks like a fat cat scaling the couch to the window sill with little success.
My mom wrote an article about the late years of our family Golden Retriever. It's really sweet; maybe you can check it out? Also, my roommate turned me on to a podcast called "Uh Yeah Dude" (available in iTunes Store for free). It's basically two guys, two homely, good-feelin' 30-somethings that live in LA, that like the talk about random things for an hour. Quite the steez, and a good laugh.
I've started a memoir sort of thing. It's not a non-fictional account, by any means, but I guess it's mostly rooted in my thoughts and musings and random realizations. I'll try to keep updates in here once I get things rolling with/actually come up with a title. Maybe an installment sort of get-up?
Today, I found out my puppy is sick. Well, she's not a puppy, really. But she'll always be my puppy. My mom said that she has some sort of cancerous growth, and that it's inoperable. Not sure how much longer she has, but it's not infinite, which is how long I've liked to believe Lilly will live. I'll post a picture soon.
Ultra sad today. I figured this picture would cheer me up, you know, when I was young and things were simple.