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With all of the precipitation (read: *$&#^(@ rain) we've been getting in Saskatchewan, muddy idiot (darling) dog feet have become an issue at our house. In the winter, Izzy wears Muttluks outside, as her feeties are sensitive and have you ever seen a shih tzu trying to hold all 4 paws off the ground at the same time? It involves a lot of little dogs tipping over in snow banks. Which looks as funny as it sounds. Anyhow, I'm thinking that because of all of the rain, I would look for a pair of rain boots for Izzy to at least save me from mopping the whole house more than once a week.
This would have been a done deal several months ago, when Husband and I found ourselves putzing* through Winners, I saw the KEEEUTEST doggy shoes. They would have been perfect for keeping Izzy's feeties clean, so I hold them up to show Husband, and before I can even say "Look at how KEEEEEUUUUTE these are!", Husband lowers his head, and from under his purely menacing eyebrows says through clenched teeth "SHE. IS. A. DOG."
Listen. Getting hissed at under eyebrows was bad enough, but then! THEN! A PERFECT STRANGER who just happened to be walking in our general vicinity pipes in "Amen, Brother!"
Amen, Brother?
If I owned a firearm, I would have forced this Amen Brother Man into my Volkswagen, driven him to my house, and shown him to my Swiffer Wet Jet.
At gunpoint.
The nerve of some people. Rude. RUDE, I SAY!
*I was putzing. Husband was being dragged.
2 years, 8 months, and 22 days my life changed in ways I cannot explain here. But it was also 2 years, 8 months, and 22 days ago that it was decided for me, and accepted by me, that I would not wait for the planets to align, I would not wait for a sign, I would not wait for the right time, I would not wait for permission, I would not wait for justification, that I would claim my birthright, I would chase what it is that I am after and I would not take no for an answer and if that's what I got, I would ask politely, but firmly, to be directed to whomever would tell me yes.
I landed my dream job last week. At a company I've wanted to work at since the beginning of time, practically. I've got a trip to the States planned for the end of the month, and huge things are going to come out of that trip, too.
My children are brilliant and are each other's best buddy despite an 8 year age difference, we've got grass growing on our 5+ acres instead of weeds, I am healthy, and happy, and wildly blessed.
To quote an adorable little girl on a viral video, I like my whole house. And I can do anything good, yeah, yeah, yeah.