Merry Christmas to everyone who may stumble across this site, and God bless in the next days and year to come.
Your hostess,
The Fox
Yes, it's here, folks...Christmas Eve. I had the day off, and have taken full advantage of it. Actually, I spent most of the morning lazing about and sewing. I had bought a men's flannel shirt, size XXXL, and sized it down so it would fit me. It took much cutting, sewing, darting, and similar alterations, but it finally fits me. And while it's not the greatest looking shirt, it's COMFY. And that's all that matters. :P ALSO IT'S SNOWING. When I woke up I looked outside immediately, because they were calling for snow last night. But there was no snow when I awoke. Cue sighing and complaining and carrying on...but by 10 AM it had started snowing and now, at 8 PM, it's still falling. Mweeheehee.... 8D And it's wet, heavy snow....SNOWMEN. SNOWBALL FIGHTS. SLEDDING (even though we don't have any sleds). AAAAHHHHHH. Javert has been rather thrilled...he likes to run madly around in circles and throw snow around. Weird dog... XD The Converse have seen three seasons so far...they hold up pretty well in inclement weather. And they've probably seen more miles than any shoe should. XD *sigh* I love snow. Have I mentioned that already? XD Lights on outside... ...presents under the tree... ...bokeh around the tree...it's been a great Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas to everyone who may stumble across this site, and God bless in the next days and year to come. Your hostess, The Fox
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Unlike his namesake, Javert isn't very keen on rules. Especially when those rules mean 'don't run away and come back when I call'. (In the above picture I cheated--I had a treat in my hand.) (Food overrides all rules.) He even SITS for food. Feh. If there was a squirrel in the vicinity, however, he would be GONE. As in GONE WITH THE WIND (or at least across town). We had an experience with a squirrel the other day. Generally, when I'm bringing him in from being on his tie-out he's so frantic to get inside that he races up to the door and dances around waiting for someone to open said door. I don't have to hold his collar, and he can run as fast as he likes to the door. But two days ago, he saw A SQUIRREL. I had already let go of his collar, because 99.9% of the time he DOES run to the door, and...well...he was gone. Gone as in to the apple orchard, where he proceeded to fling himself at a tree and stare up at the wild creature in its leafy depths. (He looks so innocent here. BUT THE INNOCENCE LIES.) Fortunately the rule that 'food trumps all reason' still held, even though he KNEW that I was trying to catch him and spent about seven minutes playing keep-away. I pretended to have a treat, his overwhelming greed overcame him, and the game of keep-away was concluded. My conclusion: a fence might be a wise investment someday, and just because my dog is named after a law-abiding character does not mean that he himself will be law-abiding too. It just doesn't work that way.
(And yes, we were on a tennis court in these pictures--it's a great place to let him run and teach him to come when called, because of the fences. AND IT'S FREE. :D) Your hostess, The Fox Javert has had a bit of a skin problem lately. Apparently he's allergic to fleas, which made him break out in some sort of infection that made his skin start peeling, and it was really gross and disgusting. So for the past two weeks I've had to give him an antibiotic twice a day, in the form of a pill. Since I'm not one for forcing a pill down his throat I hide it in a glob of peanut butter, which he happily eats. 'Happily' isn't really a strong enough word...Javert LOVES his twice-daily peanut butter. But his peanut butter doesn't really like him. "Om...nom...nom..." "Gosh, this stuff is kinda sticky." "Why must you mock my inability to eat certain things?" Sorry, Javert. You're just too cute when you've got peanut butter stuck to the roof of your mouth. "Well...I guess I can handle 'cute'." "Hm, that was good." "Got any more?"
No, Javert. I don't have any more. Your hostess, The Fox It's strange--a week ago I was thoroughly convinced that I wanted nothing to do with M, didn't want him back, and even if he ever wanted to give 'us' another shot I had no desire to do so. But today I can't help missing the talks, the phone calls and texting and invitations to dinner and the 'connection' that we had outside of seeing each other at work. I still know mentally that I 'shouldn't'...but these kind of matters don't tend to go with what 'should' or 'shouldn't' be desired. It's a strange conundrum. Something to keep in mind is how I selectively 'exist' around him--by that I mean some days, even now, he'll acknowledge that I'm there, make small talk, etc. But on days when his parents are visiting or there's too many people in the gym, I might as well not exist. On Saturday his dad was visiting, and when they came into the gym M didn't even look at me. His dad was friendlier than M, and I've only met the guy twice! *headdesk* Oy. And of course after his dad left early I was back on the 'you can be acknowledged now' list. And yet...even in the face of the obvious inconsistencies, I can't help missing him. Although at this stage, perhaps it's less missing him personally as it is missing the 'good times', and a tendency to mentally edit out the 'inconsistent' parts because it's more comfortable to remember the good things. (I'm getting better about the editing part, though--I used to make excuses left and right for inconsistencies, and now I've got a more level-handed approach going.) Sigh. I suppose cold analyzing is a good sign of sorts...and occasionally I contemplate confronting M on these inconsistencies. A favorite imaginary conversation is when he asks 'how's it going' to say 'pretty good--I see that I exist today'. I dunno...sometimes I think it'd be incredibly satisfying on some level to stage a verbal confrontation, and other times I'm not sure it's worth the effort. ...I think I need to stop obsessing. On another note I started painting again. Ahh, I love watercolors...and this is the first picture I've gotten to paint in my new watercolor sketchbook. The paper is VERY thick, and has a lot of texture...at times I'm not sure if I like quite that much texture, but I like the look and feel of it, so I can't complain too much.
Much of the color and shading was sucked out of this picture...I hate it when that happens. >.< And on another completely unrelated note I'm taking the dog to the vet today. I think he got fleas when we took him to get trimmed a couple of weeks ago, and now he's got all these bites and little bare spots in his coat. I is concerned...hence the vet visit. On that note... Your hostess, The Fox {1} There was a triple strand of wire around this tree, which confuzzled me muchly...so I took a picture of it. XD Strictly speaking, my exploits began at the JC Park, which is at the entrance to the road around the lake...but that is unimportant. XD P.S. I've started numbering my pictures, because I upload so many. It just makes things a little easier to keep track of. {2} A...burn-stump? I guess? {3} {4} RUST...mwahahahaha!!! {5} {6} My informants tell me that this is a shagbark hickory. I just thought that it looked like a cool tree. XD {7} Ahh, back when swings were made of canvas and metal, and not plastic or rubber... {8} {9} I think this was a culvert at one time. And then it was plopped in the park for kids to play on. All I know is that it's been here FOREVER. {10} {11} This thing has been there forever too... {12} {13} This is a trash can, believe it or not. I like the arrows on it. XD {14} Self-portrait time! {15} Ahh, THERE'S ye olde lake. It's actually pretty gross--no one swims in it because there's so much crud in it. I remember a few years back when my brothers were collecting golf balls (there's a golf course next to the lake) and their arms were covered in a rash from reaching into the water. O.o {16} Toxic tendencies aside, it IS kinda pretty. {17} {18} A goose feather...yay... XD {19} No idea what kind of weeds these are. They look vaguely like spearmint, though... {20} Ahh, the spillway/dam. {21} And The Dam, Redux (and Upside-Down). {22} ...no comment. XD {23} This is the 'dam', as it were...it's had graffiti spray-painted on it for years. I remember walking on the top of this wall in balance competitions with my brothers (whoever fell first lost XD) {24} {25} {26} {27} Yup, that's Javert in all his shaved glory. He loved going on this particular expedition--and I've decided to start taking him along for all of my photo-shoots. Just 'cause. XD
Your hostess, The Fox Today the aforementioned crawled onto Will's couch. Usually, he's not even allowed in Will's room. But Will wasn't home, and I wanted something to take pictures of, so I let him get by just this once. (Now just watch as Will reads this post and gets on my case for letting the dog in his room... *takes cover*) Whenever I come around him with a camera, he gets this hunted look on his face. I wonder if it means something... After reassuring him that no, I wasn't going to invade his space more than necessary, he went for the regal pose. And then he remembered that he had just awoken from a nap. "Wha? You're still there?" "So...tired..." He's going down!! Going...going... ...GONE. Man. Awake to comatose in .675 seconds. That's gotta be a new record. And so, because it's not like I had anything else to do, I focused on his toes. Man. He's got some of the HAIRIEST toes I think I've ever seen. They're kinda scary, like something you'd see in a horror movie. He is ZONKED. Sheesh. Yay, nose! (Also, is it just me or is it weird that he's not even two and his muzzle is so grey?) ...okay, now that's kinda scary. I'm going to leave you with that image, 'kay? Remember it. There may be a quiz later in life about this hairy, freaky creature.
Your disturbed hostess, The Fox Just as it says. Because I have camera-ADD and can't seem to stick to one subject for very long (excepting horses, of course) and I've been taking pictures of all different things just for the heck of it, I have a bunch of completely random pictures. For the sake of my poor viewers who have to deal with said randomness I have narrowed my selection down to three pictures that, while unrelated, are interesting in some way. At least, to my eyes. So, without any further ado, here they are. Eh...this was taken while lying on my back on the kitchen/dining room floor. I was trying to get a picture of the dog, whined a bit about the cluttered background and the fact that the dog wouldn't stay still, looked up, and thought that the pans made for an interesting composition. ...I had just gotten up, okay? DON'T JUDGE ME. Random lilac bush...twig...thing poking out of the snow. Eh. Now this one I like...Javert is standing on a bucket, by the way, looking over the herb garden fence. Said bucket is overturned on our trimmed-back rose bushes, in an attempt to keep the bushes from being killed by the ice and frost. Oh, and whoever can guess what I as a three-year-old am doing in this picture, you get a cookie. (There's your hint. Cookies. :D) Dang, I was cute back then...XD
Your temporarily-stricken-with-ADD hostess, The Fox Oh wait, that typifies this whole website anyway...so I'm safe. Heh. XD I had the weirdest dream last night...I had confessed to M--er, you-know-who--that I like him over the phone, and the response was 'Uh...uh...uh...let me call you back in half an hour'. XD The last thing I remember was sitting with my phone in my hand waiting for that call back. Sadly enough, it beats being menaced by Norman Bates. Actually, ANYTHING beats being menaced by Norman Bates. The man is not to be trusted around sharp utensils. *shudder* Speaking of Norman Bates, Javert was caught dozing in my lap yesterday. (Rabbit trail of logic: Norman Bates--played by Anthony Perkins--who also played Javert--Javert is the name of the dog). Mom took the opportunity to snap a (very fuzzy) picture. I am regrettably aware of all the lighting issues here...I contemplated asking Mom to close the shades, get a better lamp, etc...but it seemed like such a hassle for just one picture. He looks disturbingly comfortable here. (Wait, isn't that an oxymoron? *shrugs*)
ABRUPT SUBJECT CHANGE! I was directed to a book series that stars a character named Honor Harrington--apparently it's like Horatio Hornblower. With a female protaganist. In space. :D And there's a character named Robert S. Pierre (if you don't get that, shame on your lack of basic French Revolution knowledge). These will have to be investigated. :D The horses are bellowing and I have a house to clean this morning...and this afternoon...and I'm working at the gym this evening...so I shall say 'au revoir'. Your easily distracted hostess, The Fox 1. Will found this giant icicle yesterday. After posing with said icicle he immediately turned around and smashed it against the tree. Such is the destructive nature of the male kind and their ilk. 2. I have been insanely lax in the art department. All I have to offer are some random sketches that I whipped out over the week--they're posted in the Doodle-art page. 3. Javert missed me this week.How do I know this? He's been clinging to my side ever since I came home yesterday; according to Mom and Dad he's been mopey and despondent all week; and last night when he came inside he was frantically searching the rooms of the house until he found me. I feel appreciated. XD Maybe.
4. Over the past couple of months I have gained nearly five pounds. This will have to be remedied--I feel squishy. >.< If only it would warm up outside and I could start riding the horses and hauling manure again...but the ground is frozen and riding can get DARNED cold in 20-degree weather. So the squishiness will probably remain for a while. 5. I tackled my comfort zone involving people today.For those who know me personally, I'm not very outgoing. Think the person who sits and does something that doesn't involve the participation of other people (reading, knitting, drawing, etc). So today I started with introducing myself to a random person who comes in at the gym--this fellow has been coming in for a while but I never made it a point to actually find out who he was. Weirdly enough, just working up the courage to say 'Hi, I don't think we've officially met before' had my hands and knees shaking. *twitch* So, due to my discomfort in this area I'm going to make it a point (if possible) to introduce myself to one random person a day. Perhaps it'll help my awkwardness around people... 6. I slept through the whole night last night. In the past week while babysitting I've been sleeping in a strange bed and consequently waking up two to three times a night. Thursday night was the worst--I woke up at 3:15, started thinking about 'Psycho' of all things, imagined (in my half-asleep state) that Norman Bates was coming to get me, mentally posted Javert (the person) at the door to subdue Bates, and couldn't get to sleep until after 4. Phew. My mind does strange things in the wee hours of the morning. 7. I'm eating a leftover fried steak for lunch. This is not helping my current squishiness. 8. Town-water has never tasted so good before.The house I was at this week is out in the country, and they have 'hard water' (lots of minerals in it). 'Hard water' has a very distinctive taste, and after drinking the 'soft water' in town that has been run through an excellent filter the 'hard water' was pretty hard to choke down. The taste gets worse with tea, by the way, and making it cold with ice cubes only helps momentarily. I drank a lot of orange juice in the past week. ^^; 9. I got lassoed into babysitting some other kids today. So from 12 to 4 this afternoon I'll be off watching some punks under the age of 8. Whee. One of said punks is a 7-year-old who put in an 'order' for a pair of fingerless gloves--I made him a pair last year, but through natural growth and wear and tear they're in pretty sorry shape (he must have worn them all the time, because they were very well-used). I have one done, and cast on the necessary 36 stitches for the next pair at work this morning...hopefully these will be up to par with his expectations. XD 10. I almost have enough money to buy my new camera. Here is said camera in all its glory: http://www.amazon.com/Canon-PowerShot-SX20IS-Stabilized-Articulating/dp/B002LITT3I/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=electronics&qid=1266687246&sr=8-6 I'm getting rather excited, thinking of all the things I'll be able to do with it (it takes VIDEOS! Hahaha! No more choppy, pixelated, fuzzy vids!)... So what ten things have YOU been up to in the past few days? You know I love to hear from each and every one of you (yes, even the ones who don't reply--I know you're out there!). Your strangely organized hostess, The Fox I know! It's amazing! But first, a disclaimer. The Fox is well aware that this next post may scar her reputation as a nice, sweet, innocent girl. Her facade of maturity will probably go down the tubes as well. As things stand, she doesn't really care. Phew. Got that out of the way. Now, a warning: the next image may be viewed as tasteless and vaguely offensive. Go no further if you have no tolerance for immaturity and inane babbling. So I was going through Will's old camera, which had pictures from 2007 on it. I wasn't aware of some of their existence, hence my surprise at this next pic. Are you ready? No, are you REALLY ready for this? Don't say I didn't warn you... ZOMIGOSH IT'S A NEKKID JAVERT PLUSHIE!!! How did this get on his camera? For that matter, why was this picture even taken? I don't remember taking pictures of this---GASP. I know--it's the CAMERA GNOMES*!!! I always KNEW that there was something up...but why would they take pictures of nekkid plushies? This is mystery that must be solved.
Your local conspiracy theorist, ~The Fox *Camera Gnomes--the gnomes responsible for the disappearance of a camera and random pictures that you don't remember taking. They are not to be underestimated. |
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