"I just can't, JULIA will know."

Myyyyy life has been humming along, but clearly, my blogging skills have not. But never fear, sweet readers, my relationship with writing/blogging is that of an unfaithful lover. Better yet, writing-for me-is like the stray cat that you just cannot get rid of. No matter how you ignore it, and how far away you drop it off in hopes that it will not return, it will end up inevitably mewing at your back door.

So here we are. I am sitting in the living room of my new second home (soon to be first)with my new best pal, Murphy "Scatter Gun" O'Hoolihan, the Brittany puppy that Spencer and I now love. (and sometimes get in arguments with) He and I are watching Julie and Julia (which led to my need to blog, of course) Spencer, for those of you who dont get my silly school girl texts, is the new fantastic boyfriend. He is funny, caring, witty, smart, and the boy can cook!! His latest yummyness is what we call "Scurvy Tacos." They have, among other things, rum and lime in them, and just thinking about them makes my mouth water. Mmmm.

I am graduating this semester, am currently jobless, and the job front for non-profit work is very bleak. It is very likely that I am soon going to have to take a stupid entry level job somewhere just to create some income, while I continue to interview with non-profits. This is frustrating, but I will squeak by. My life always seems to have a way of working itself out, and it will again, now. I have always been well taken care of, by the one who knit me together in my mother's womb.

Everything is on the up and up, fellows, and will continue to be so. After all, His eye is on the sparrow, and He most certainly is watching over me. (-:

On a sillier side of this week, Spencer and I along with one of his sons went to a dog show this morning. It was a pluthera of prime people watching, as predicted. I for the first time in my life was without my camera, so I have no photos to prove that we saw a rodigian ridgeback being run by a man in a 3 piece suit-AND mullet. One that rivaled Billy Ray-pre Miley Cirus of course. The icing on that dog show cupcake was the blonde 10 year old who was watching the beagles run while wearing a BRIGHT blue, KISS t-shirt. God, it was amazing.

Anyhow, all this talk of foody nonsense is making me hunnngry. I'm going to go root through this bachelor's kitchen in hopes of ingredients for anything on the yum yum side. Good night, all.

Love, love, love. (it's what keeps me sane)

"On victory, or death!"

There was once a time when both France and THe US of A were considered the meccas for free (and revolutionary) thought. Both were hand in hand leading the fight against the various human rights violators of the world-be it governments, tyranny, or good old fashioned ignorance.

Oh to be those beacons of hope again.

ex: Following is the translated lyrics to the French National ANthem:

"Ye sons of France, awake to glory,
Hark, hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives and white-haired grandsires.
Behold their tears and hear their cries! (repeat)
Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding,
With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,
Affright and desolate the land,
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?

To arms, to arms, ye brave!
The avenging sword unsheath,
March on, march on!
All hearts resolv'd
On victory or death!

Now, now, the dangerous storm is rolling
Which treacherous kings confederate raise!
The dogs of war, let loose, are howling,
And lo! our fields and cities blaze! (repeat)
alt: And lo! our homes will soon invade!
And shall we basely view the ruin
While lawless force with guilty stride
Spreads desolation far and wide
With crimes and blood his hands embruing?

To arms, to arms, ye brave!...

With luxury and pride surrounded
The vile insatiate despots dare,
Their thirst of power and gold unbounded,
To mete and vend the light and air! (repeat)
Like beasts of burden would they load us,
Like gods would bid their slaves adore,
But man is man, and who is more?
Then shall they longer lash and goad us?

To arms, to arms, ye brave!...

O Liberty, can man resign thee
Once having felt thy generous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts or bars confine thee
Or whips thy noble spirit tame? (repeat)
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield,
But freedom is our sword and shield,
And all their arts are unavailing.

To arms, to arms, ye brave!..."

Weasley

The newest edition to my life this year-my new kitten, Weasley. (note the red hair) Weasley so far, is the least annoying/pretentious cat I have ever met. I enjoy his company, and he seems to enjoy mine. I'm a sucker for animals, although I never thought I would be a cat person, I am a Weasley person, for sure.

Family Ties

THis article is about my brother, a Mr. Brandon Patrick. He is smart, witty, fun, and can rap on the spot like no one you know. (lol...that's actually true-although he wont often do it)

I am aways impressed with him, as I am with all of my family. I have been very blessed by an exceptional group of siblings. It's hard to keep up with us.

The Explorer: the voice of Marana

I need your help! (yes-you!)

It would be wonderful if you could go vote for my photo in a photo contest-and help me win!
Here is the link:

Fossil Photo Contest

My photo is of the blue tent in the top row, 5th over from the left.

VOTE VOTE VOTE
And pass this on!

One more...

Birthday, the biggest one so far.

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This year's birthday was a big one. (numerically.) But instead of stress about it, I had a really awesome weekend that culminated in the best actual birthDAY I can remember in a long time.

I am to tired to blog it all out right now, but here are pictures. I am a very lucky girl.












Thanks to all of you who made this birthday such a great one.