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Things I Love 20
From here.
- All the love you have all shown about Buddy. It meant a lot this past week.
- Going to Saturday Market. The last time I went was last May during my first trip to Portland.
- Petting some gorgeous big (BIG) dogs at the market.
- Banana cupcakes.
- Sparkles are for rainbows not vampires!
- Deciding to go blonde again. We’ll see how that works out.
- Having a fire on cold nights.
- Hulu.
- Having enough money in the bank for April’s rent. That would be the first month I am not living off the money I saved in California.
- Making plans for the future, some very fun plans.
- All the sunshine!
- I am glad my boyfriend uses correct grammar.
- Walking around town.
- Sitting in parks at night.
- Not needing a heavy jacket!
- My ratty brown sweater.
- Peach rings.
- The new way parents stalk their children. Via The Onion.
- Taffy.
- Telling Vahid at 11:00 at night that I want him to take some pictures for my blog and having him actually do it.
- Lazy Saturdays.
- Taking pictures, getting pictures taken.
- My new earrings.
- Getting complimented on my clothes on the MAX (even if it was by a crazy woman).
- My friend Jenai who lectured me about my bad eating habits.
- These two pictures from Awkwardfamilyphotos.com
- Finally done being sick. (I hope).
So how has your week/weekend been?
Thirteen Years.
He was my ninth birthday present. I wanted to name him snowball because at nine I didn’t think he would get any bigger than the size of a large rabbit. My Mother insisted on calling him Buddy because he was going to be my buddy.
He was my buddy. He was the best dog. He slept on my bed every night and when he got older he slept on his bed next to mine. He waited by doors for me when I was at school and then later when I went to work. He was excited when I woke up each day the same way he was excited when I gave him scraps from dinner.
I remember when I was still in grade school he would run away from the house and show up at my school. I still had to chase him like crazy to catch him. He thought that was part of the game. But once I caught him he was always just as happy to trot back home as he was to run off. He loved to be chased I think. He’d run off and we didn’t chase him he’d saunter back into view long enough for us to run after him again. His tongue coming out of his mouth and flapping in the wind. Crazy dog.
He lived thirteen years. He lived through my childhood, my adolescence, and my early adulthood. He was the type of dog would find a way to cuddle with you even if you didn’t want cuddling. He was a bad dog, always escaping, pulling on his leash, jumping on people, stealing food. He was a good dog, chased away gophers, kept your feet warm at night, was always happy to see you.
He was my first puppy (which explains why he wasn’t so well behaved). He was my best friend and the best dog you could ask for.
I would say I will miss him, but since I’ve moved I already have been.
Buddy
5/29/1996-3/1/2010
Thing I Love: 19 PNW Blogger Ed.
Cupcake Royale from Vahid
- Pink frosted cupcakes called Kate.
- Drinks at another bar before (finally) heading home.
- Getting offered a place to crash in case we can’t make it the whole way. (HOW SWEET WAS THAT?! Apparently that warranted all capital letters.)
- I drove on the later part of the drive and guess what? I didn’t have to ask Vahid where to go!
- Passing out in jeans and make up as soon as I walked into the door.
That was a good day, how has your week been?
Self Love 2010
Last Valentine’s Day I spent watching sappy chick flicks with my Mom eating candy. This Valentine’s Day I’m eating donuts and am going to be walking around Portland with my boyfriend.
It’s been a crazy year to say the least.
But this post isn’t a reflection of how crazy the year’s been. It’s about one thing I love about myself. (And if you don’t know, go here to read about how it started).
So what do I love about myself?
Right now, I love that I have the ability to take care of myself. Up until recently I lived with my parents, had no bills to speak of. Shoot, I didn’t even do my laundry or cook my own food. I was spoiled.
While I was excited to move, I was a little hesitant at the same time. Will I be any good at cooking? Will I like to cook? Will I remember to my electric bill and my rent? How about laundry, will I shrink all my clothes? But I found myself shopping with a list from recipes I’ve read. I cook something almost every night and at least once a week I bake some kind of dessert. And I am good at it.
So, right now, I love that I have grown up in the past few months and that I haven’t just managed to take care of myself but that I’ve thrived and found something I love to do. (I was even talking about taking some cooking classes to learn new techniques. Yup.)
So (why am I starting everything with so?), if you are in town I’d gladly cook something up for you. Or at least make you a cake.
Now, what do you love about me? Or what do you love about yourself?
