Sleepy

Fruit Salad

Bath time!

Not a very clear photo, but here she is during bath time - she is very good in the tub.

Manic Monday

If I had the closet of my dreams, this is what I would be wearing today...

Fioli Daffodils

Nachos!

We have made it a tradition to go out for Mexican food after Gidget's school, well, only if it is nice outside so she can sit with us. It is so nice to be able to go out together. Since we got Gidget we haven't been out too much since she has separation anxiety and cannot be left alone. We are working with a trainer and things are moving along, but could take some time before we can go out without her. We are in it for the long haul, however long it takes, we will put in the work, she is worth it.

Breakfast

Every morning I make myself a smoothie for breakfast. I am super lucky to work at a place that provides fresh and frozen organic produce and a VitaMix for the times when I don't have time to mix one up before I leave my house. This morning's blend contained: one apple, one banana, 2/3 C. Frozen Mango, 1/2 C. Frozen Blueberries, handful of kale and water. Yumm!

*{Fabulous Find}*

SUPER IN LOVE WITH THESE SHOES!

I'll take one pair in each color in a size 10 please.

Check them out here.

Photo A Day Project 2012

Time for another photo a day project. I thought, instead of giving something up for lent, why not add something that I really love and would like to do more of, like taking pictures. So from now until Easter, I will post a photo a day. Nothing fancy and I am not putting pressure on myself regarding which camera I am using. Actually, I may take them all with my iPhone this time around since I always have it with me. Enjoy!I took this photo this morning before my acupuncture appointment - I love all the points on the fence representing the needles that were stuck in me. I love acupuncture, it has changed my life for the better this time around. (iPhone)

Fat Tuesday/Ash Wednesday

I have been on super strict eating plan as per my acupuncturist (vegan, no gluten) but, with it being Fat Tuesday, I decided a little vegan Indian pizza would be a good treat. It was delicious, but I am a bit nervous about what I may feel like tomorrow.

Anyway, just thought I would post a funny picture since tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. This photo is from 2 years ago when I went to Mass before work and I got this HUGE cross on my forehead. I got great comments all day like:

• "Hey Sister Christian"
• "Wow...there's something on your forehead"
• "Ummm..."
• "New Priest?" - this one is actually my favorite.

The best part of all of this is Tim went to Mass after work that year and when he came home he had a tiny smudge of black on his forehead - nothing compared to my mark. I looked like a member of the Manson Family!

Enjoy and laugh your heart out.

PS - Are you giving anything up for Lent? I am still up in the air, but will make a final decision by midnight tonight.

*{Fabulous Find}*

Wow! I just saw this iphone cover in Country Living Magazine and I am not only in love with this exact cover (which I will have soon), but with the entire concept of this website. Oodles of artwork to choose from and you can get it in many different formats from iphone covers to stretched canvas - check it out at Society 6.

Manic Monday

If I had the closet of my dreams, this is what I would be wearing today...

Manic Monday

If I had the closet of my dreams, this is what I would be wearing today...

Le petit dejeuner avec Gidget

Brunch with Gidget.

Today was the first time we have gone out to eat in over a month! Since we adopted Gidget (she has major separation anxiety*) we have been in lock down. Sometimes its just nice to go out and eat. So, after running some errands we headed to the Castro to see who had sidewalk seating and ended up at Cafe Flora. Gidget just sat in her little bed on the chair and did really well, despite licking the bacon in Tim's plate when his breakfast showed up. It was a beautiful day to eat outside as well, is it really February?

*working on her separation anxiety, thankfully we have a both a great trainer along with a wonderful friend (Wendy) helping out.

Manic Monday

If I had the closet of my dreams, this is what I would be wearing...

Manic Monday

If I had the closet of my dreams, this is what I would be wearing today...

Gidget's Pup Essentials

Since it has been all about Gidget as of late...I thought I would share some of what Gidget thinks every modern pup must have.1. Puppia Harness

2. Zukes Mini Natural Treats

3. 4' Webbed Nylon Leash

4. Martha Stewart 3 piece bowl set - we love that it has a lid so BayLee won't eat dog food, he already has...WOOF!

5. Petco Loofa Dog Toy - ours has a dradle and is wearing a yamaka (which Gidget noshed on).

6. Rope Bone (AKA doggie floss, good for her teeth)

7. Biodegradable waste bags with holder that attaches to leash (genius).

8. RC Pets Packable raincoat

9. Kong

10. Petco SnoZZy Natural Cozy Crate Bed

11. Red Rolled Leather Collar

12. Good Quality Food

Manic Monday

If I had the closet of my dreams, this is what I would be wearing today...

Martin Luther King Day (repost from 2007)

Not sure how many people have actually listened to the entire "I Have a Dream" speech by Martin Luther King Jr. I thought today would be a great day for people to read through it if you haven't ever read it, it is amazing, read it again.

I have a Dream.

Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C.

August 28, 1963

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Manic Monday

If I had the closet of my dreams, this is what I would be wearing today...