It’s The Simple Things: Life Passes In An Instagram (Week 4)

A few years ago, I think I would have given anything to have the life of our oldest dog, Mitzi.  Her biggest responsibility was making sure not to pee in the floor.  She had someone to bathe her, someone to cut her hair, someone to give her food and water, an endless supply of toys, a playmate, a person to snuggle with and a live in companion that expected nothing more than someone to cozy up with from time to time.  She had doors opened for her, someone to trim her nails and always had a cute winter wardrobe.

Here lately, I think I’ll pass.  Addison has developed an unhealthy obsession love for Mitzi and will not leave her alone.  From the time she wake up until she finally passes out, Addison constantly has Mitzi on her radar.  Or in her lap.  Or held hostage wrapped in a blanket.  Or shut in her room with her.  The kid has even climbed in the crate and locked both of them in together from the inside.  I actually looked at the dog today and said ‘Now you know what it feels like to have children.’

Despite constantly having someone follow me to the bathroom, I did carve out enough time last week to start a book… very light, quick reading.  It was funny, but I’m glad it’s not the story of my life. (Sunday, January 22)

My free time on Sunday may have ruined me.  By the end of the day Monday (ok, late afternoon), I dug out some fantastic Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka and made myself a little treat.  If you enjoy the occasional drink, you really need to give Firefly a try!  I prefer it mixed with lemonade, but in a pinch, Crystal Light (or the like) and some water works! (Monday, January 23)

Tuesdays and Thursdays are always a blur for me, as far as my personal life goes.  Those are the two days a week I trek the 45 minutes to my office and hunker down for the day.  I managed to hit the road a few minutes ahead of time and caught this sunset just as we got home.  I love to see the sun set over the farm land out here. (Tuesday, January 24)

Wednesday was a great day here.  It started out a little damp, but by the end of the day and a yoga class, it was beautiful.  We had the prettiest little sliver of moon hanging high in the sky as the kids and I packed up to head home from the gym.  I hated not having my Canon and tripod on me.  We didn’t have the same great view from home.  (Wednesday, January 25)

You really didn’t think I’d post a whole week of pictures without including my feather, did you?  Yes, it’s still there.  Yes, it’s starting to look a little shabby.  That’s ok.  Time wears on all of us.  (Thursday, January 26)

The girl had a big day on Friday.  She tells me they had a make believe carnival at school.  She was sporting this super cute purple ice cream on her cheek when I picked her up.  She spent the first 5 minutes we were at the dance studio showing everyone her face painting. (Friday, January 27)

Saturday morning.  Chocolate Chip Pancakes.  ‘Nuff said. (Saturday, January 28)

We don’t have any big plans this week, at least not that I know of, but you never can tell what will pop up.  Do any of you have grand plans for the week?

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4 Responses to It’s The Simple Things: Life Passes In An Instagram (Week 4)

  1. I havent had a firefly in forever! I totally forgot about it since we moved to NC. Note to self: see if they sell it in Cali!

    Beautiful pictures!

  2. rebecca says:

    what great images…the chronicles of the feather are riveting. 😉 hahaha! thanks for linking up!

  3. Michelle says:

    Oh that poor dog. I often think that I would love to have the life of my cats. Or my parents’ dog. Or … any good pet. Thanks for the reminder that it isn’t all sunshine and roses for them either 😉 It’s that whole “the grass is always greener” thought process that kills me every time.

  4. Thanks for stopping by my blog last week. I made Chloe’s head band. Super easy…just from old t-shirts and some felt. You’ve got some beautiful pictures.

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