Oh, hi, September.

Have I ever told you that I don't really like Autumn?  I used to--I used to like it a lot.  And then I turned 21 and was seriously dating my husband and I figured that he would propose to me in the Autumn.  (I was right.) And I was so freaked out about the possibility of young marriage, it ruined nearly the entire season for me and all the Autumns ever since.

(Guess what.  I got married and survived.  And thrived, even.  TA-DAH!  Just a survival story for those of you who need something inspirational.)

It's something I'm working on to this day:  reconciling my Autumnal feelings.

This is all to say:  I am really tired.  I still like you, but I'm just tired. 

If I were to post recent events, they would flow something like this:  I asked my neighbors not to smoke out back.  I had such liberating feelings because they were really cool about it (and I was so scared to do it), but then I feel guilty they all have to walk so far--aka the end of the building, probably 50 feet away--to smoke. (Have I ever told you I feel guilty about virtually everything?  That's a fun thing.)

Also, someone wrote all over my car windows the other night.  I thought it might be gangsters (you never KNOW!) but what kind of gangster writes STRESS on your windshield but doesn't steal your stereo?  A gangster who writes on 8 other cars in the complex, that's who.  I got to talk to the cops.  It was fancy.

This photo was taken after I'd already scrubbed off the "s" with rubbing alcohol.  Also, this is what those window paint/markers/whateveritwas looks like after going through the carwash, and being sprayed 10+ times by washer fluid. (Hint: it doesn't come off until you break out the big guns.)

At preschool, there are a couple kids who are BARELY three.  It's kind of rough.  For both of us.  They are just so LITTLE.  Then again, I forget about how little they all are until they say a certain thing or laugh a certain way or do a certain thing, and I remember how much they just need to be little kids.  How much I need them to be little kids, or even sometimes how much I miss being a little kid.

So, that's me lately.  What about you, anyway?

An adventure

It all began at a garage sale. He found these sweet glasses (for free),


and we found something else. Our new friend, Ichabod. I'll show you him later.

Then, we drove out to Antelope Island. We didn't see any antelope, but we saw some buffalo.


After that, we parked the car and headed for the saltiest lake I've ever seen.


It kind of looked like a real beach by the ocean.

And then Ichabod made his first appearance.



And contrary to what one of us thought, he is NOT a duck with an odd neck. Hence the name Ichabod.

Then we walked a while to my favorite part of the adventure.


Skipping rocks! My pockets were full of them, and I have some at home now.


That's me. Hello. I'm pretty sure I've never put a photo up here of my face before.

Ichabod in his old semi-natural habitat.



It was a great day. And now I think I'm going to move to Antelope Island. You can ask my husband... I probably talk about it once a day. Good day, everyone.

Fall is

for Matt Pond PA.

Perfect fall music.

P.S. I got so excited about my life and all that I'm up to last night I felt explosive. But in a good way. If that's possible. I do not hate this feeling.