Tuesday July 20, 2010 at 5:06 pm
A lot of noises where I am
It’s already been a quick summer, as I’m doing whatever I can to avoid sitting down to really think about everything that goes into planning a wedding since, as of late June, I’m getting married next year.
I’ve been beyond thrilled about it, but right now, there are more pressing concerns. Like the coating of daddy longlegs that has formed around the backdoor. They never move when I watch them, and they’ve rarely penetrated the house, but they’re out there, all over the walls, and I know it. On more than one occasion I’ve opened the door to leave and the ones that were straddling the opening have FALLEN ON MY SHOULDERS. So my options have been to either use a completely different door, even though my car is right there, or have another person hold it open while, after a pause, I sprint on through. That particular breed of spider wasn’t so familiar to me in the city, but really, I’d invite them in for tacos if it meant I never had to see another raccoon.
I’ve always hated raccoons, but recently formed a certain abhorrence of them when one meandered out of the woods on a sunny afternoon and circled my five-pound dog.
I learned real quick that something is very wrong when a raccoon is outside during the day, especially one that isn’t afraid of humans. Luckily my 125-pound dog heard my hysterics and, it seems, was exceedingly more intimidating than a 24-year-old girl shouting oh no!
Side note: The next day, as I sat on my couch, focused on the computer in my lap, my significant other walked by and said in a dire tone, “Keep the dogs inside.”
Apparently it didn’t immediately strike me as peculiar, because I muttered “ok” without looking up, and wasn’t aware that he was carrying a firearm and let me be clear that I’d never seen a gun in real life.
So I’m sitting there, probably immersed in some Leonardo DiCaprio tumblr fluff, and let’s just say that the sound was not unlike the time I watched the Pittsburgh 4th of July fireworks from a boat on the river directly beneath them. And now I know to look at my fiancé when he says something to me.
And I haven’t seen that raccoon since.
So…fiancé. Marriage. I’m engaged!
A couple weeks ago, I arrived home from an incredible trip. I’ll start flooding my tumblr with details from that soon, because I feel like I can do that there.
I saw some of the most beautiful places.
(My favorite part of this picture is the dad and daughter at the very bottom.)
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It’s already been a quick summer, as I’m doing whatever I can to avoid sitting down to really think about everything that goes into planning a wedding since, as of late June, I’m getting married next year.
I’ve been beyond thrilled about it, but right now, there are more pressing concerns. Like the coating of daddy longlegs that has formed around the backdoor. They never move when I watch them, and they’ve rarely penetrated the house, but they’re out there, all over the walls, and I know it. On more than one occasion I’ve opened the door to leave and the ones that were straddling the opening have FALLEN ON MY SHOULDERS. So my options have been to either use a completely different door, even though my car is right there, or have another person hold it open while, after a pause, I sprint on through. That particular breed of spider wasn’t so familiar to me in the city, but really, I’d invite them in for tacos if it meant I never had to see another raccoon.
I’ve always hated raccoons, but recently formed a certain abhorrence of them when one meandered out of the woods on a sunny afternoon and circled my five-pound dog.
I learned real quick that something is very wrong when a raccoon is outside during the day, especially one that isn’t afraid of humans. Luckily my 125-pound dog heard my hysterics and, it seems, was exceedingly more intimidating than a 24-year-old girl shouting oh no!
Side note: The next day, as I sat on my couch, focused on the computer in my lap, my significant other walked by and said in a dire tone, “Keep the dogs inside.”
Apparently it didn’t immediately strike me as peculiar, because I muttered “ok” without looking up, and wasn’t aware that he was carrying a firearm and let me be clear that I’d never seen a gun in real life.
So I’m sitting there, probably immersed in some Leonardo DiCaprio tumblr fluff, and let’s just say that the sound was not unlike the time I watched the Pittsburgh 4th of July fireworks from a boat on the river directly beneath them. And now I know to look at my fiancé when he says something to me.
And I haven’t seen that raccoon since.
So…fiancé. Marriage. I’m engaged!
A couple weeks ago, I arrived home from an incredible trip. I’ll start flooding my tumblr with details from that soon, because I feel like I can do that there.
I saw some of the most beautiful places.
(My favorite part of this picture is the dad and daughter at the very bottom.)
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