~ I meant to change the way I title posts at the New Year, then forgot. Dates are better, 'cause a lot of my titles were lame. This takes the pressure off.
~ I've made it halfway through today and run out of steam. I would blame it on my breakfast of cookies, but that would preclude a lunch of cookies, and that's what I'm having right now.
~ At various points in the future, I see myself being in the market for: a career; some long-ish term travel; a new bicycle; a fireplace; a haircut; a grant for River's Wish; a bathroom re-do; a trip with G to the La Brea tar pits; a shower; more cookies.
~ The hubs made this for dinner at Step-dad's house a couple nights ago. It was good. (But he put half of it in the blender for a second at the end and then mixed it all up and it was a much better consistency than the original recipe.)
~ He also tried this one last month. It wasn't as popular, though I'm kind of obsessed with the roasted cauliflower. I think I'll have to try growing some cauliflower this summer.
~ Several of the rabbits are in the middle of a big-ass shed-fest, which means that despite our best efforts to sweep and dustmop, oh, at least three times a day, walking through the living room still creates a swirling storm of bunny fuzz in your wake. It's tremendously frustrating, and I'm hoping dim lighting will disguise it when everyone comes over tomorrow for dinner.
Ha, can you tell I've been busy working? Long days on my feet = evenings on the couch curled around my embroidery hoop; not much to blog about.
I may try to sneak my camera in to work sometime to take pictures of the greenhouses, though the best parts aren't photograph-able: the sunny, balminess that fogs up my glasses as I come inside from the cold, and the neat, satisfying feeling of clipping leaves as I tidy the houseplants up for customers. Even though it's hardly the stuff a career is made of, it's a pretty sweet for-now gig.
We did make the trek to River's Wish last weekend to visit our favorite baby goats. They've come a long way since we first met them. Where before they both sort of tottered around newborn-Bambi-style, now they hop like fleas all over the place. They both liked to jump on our backs when we leaned over, and they gummed the crap out of my coat.
Said coat now smells like goat, but I can't say that's a bad thing.
Day One: ~ Fancy dinner with grandparents and mi padre y madrastra.
Day Two: ~ Grandma made slippers & cake; the Aunts made tamales. Life was good.
Day Three: ~ Beth made the hubs the coolest sweatshirt EVER; G made all the sisters stuffed animals. ~ Step-dad got BIL Airsoft guns, which he and the hubs promptly took outside to shoot at each other. ~ Beth used Step-Dad's stocking jump rope to demonstrate her mad criss-cross skillz.
Later on Day Three: ~ I lost interest in taking pictures as I grew too worn out and full to move around much, but we had another lovely celebration at the in-laws. ~ Hubs made a personalized coloring book for baby niece which turned out to be a big hit, and was nicely accompanied by some nubby crayons G and I melted for fun a few weeks ago.
I have some Christmas wrap-up photos, but this is better, so those can wait.
I all-of-a-sudden got a job this week, which it turns out is full-time, though seasonal, work. On my first day of this job, I woke up with a terrible head cold and then had to bluster my lightheaded way through meeting a bunch of new people and doing semi-heavy manual labor all day.
It was not a good day.
I got home and just as I was about to change into my jammies and totally crash, Kit from River's Wish called.
She and Pete (Mr. River's Wish) were driving by our house on their way home from rescuing a mom and her day-old baby goats, and would we like it if they stopped by so we could cuddle them a little bit?
And just like that, my day got So. Much. Better.
(Sorry for the poor quality of these pictures, it was dark and I hate using the flash.)
I totally know this visit was a plot at getting us to adopt the sweet little pair (Kit's not very sneaky about stuff like that), and I don't even care. Sometimes you just need to snuggle a goat.