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Foggy Muddy Pawprints

Yesterday was something of a disaster.  My flight got in from New York late Sunday night, and I was exhausted when I woke up Monday morning.  In order to stay in bed for three more minutes I checked out the weather on my phone.  The weather channel said it was FOGGY, but only a 10% chance of rain.  I assumed this meant it was going to be foggy in the morning and clear up later, and it wasn’t going to rain. 

I was in a huge rush, and the dogs were being absolutely ridiculous in the backyard, so I threw them both a rawhide, put their water outside, and left them in the fog. 

Work was a little hectic, and I was busy, so I didn’t really think much about what was going on outside, other than to observe that it was still foggy.  Around 11:45 I checked the weather again, and it said – Light Rain.  And I got a little concerned. 

I looked out the window, and realized that although the rain was very light, it had been falling for a long time.  Which meant the dogs had been playing in the rain for hours.  Um.  I’m an idiot. 

I rushed home, to find two very wet, very muddy, VERY happy puppies.  Briscoe was a dark brown color and the white parts of Grayson were no longer visible.  And they were SOAKING.  I changed out of my work clothes, dragged them both through the house to my bathroom as quickly as possible, and gave them both a bath.  They both have winter haircuts, which basically means they have four to five times more hair now than they do in the summer.  It is amazing how much water their coats can hold.  And every bit of it was sopping with dirt.  It was a river of mud in the bathtub, and they were both ticked that I cut short their fun play time to give them the dreaded bath. 

After the baths, I had to wash the seventeen towels that were necessary in this task, and scrub muddy puppy paw prints off the floor of the kitchen and the rest of the house.  If you don’t wash dogs, you might not know this, but leaning over to wash two dogs does something painful to my hamstrings, and causes them to tremble, for hours.   I threw my work clothes back and rushed back to work.  Needless to say my hair left something to be desired on a professional standard yesterday afternoon. 

Since this was not the relaxing lunch I had been looking forward to, the rest of my afternoon was a blur.  I guess you could say a Foggy blur.  Cause, it’s still foggy, even today. 

But I did go to the trouble to go to the grocery so I could make soup last night.  Soup is awesome, cause you cook everything in the same pot and then put that pot in the fridge, and there is nothing to wash!  I can’t tell you how happy I was to sit on the couch last night with a glass of red wine  and two clean puppies, while my soup simmered and I watched all the television my DVR had saved for me.  It almost made me appreciate the almost disastrous day.  As I scratched Grayson’s ear, I realized he was still wet from his bath, but I let him stay on the couch anyway. 

Sigh.  And now it’s Tuesday.

It snowed all day yesterday.  I can’t ever remember being in Augusta when it snowed for such a long time.  Sadly, all the snow was in vain, because it melted almost a quickly as it fell.  There were moments when it would start to stick, then the snow would let up or the temperature would rise.  I had a bunch of errands to run, and driving around in the snow was a lot of fun, especially because it wasn’t sticking.  The flakes were big enough to land in my hair and on my coat and stay there until I got into my car or into the courthouse.  It made me happy all day long. 

After work I went and drank champagne with Kate to celebrate the inauguration.  Kate likes to celebrate with champagne.  Someone got engaged?  We’ll drink champagne for them!  New job?  Champagne!  Birthday?  Champagne!  The moon is bright enough that you can see your shadow?  Champagne!  Pregnant?  You can watch us drink champagne!  So of course the inauguration was an EXCELLENT reason to drink champagne.  We sipped and chatted and the watched parade and the Obamas start to seize up from the cold. 

I was in the kitchen looking for something to eat when the parade finally ended and the Obamas were able to enter the White House as Mr. and Mrs. America for the first time.  When I came back into the den :

Kate:  “You missed it!  They just got home to the White House!  It was so sweet, he picked her up and carried her over the threshold and kissed her!”  

Me:   “SHUT UP!  Back it up, I want to see that.”

Kate:  “Ha.  I’m kidding, that didn’t happen.”

Don’t believe everything your mother tells you.  Sometimes she’s just straight up lying for the shock effect. 

More than anything we wanted to see the part where Michelle took off those heels she’s had on all day long and jumped on the beds.  Cause that is the first thing I would have done.  At that point it would have been a small jump, to conserve energy.  But a jump nonetheless.

Can I tell you how many things I’ve spilled on myself today?  No really, I won’t, because it seriously damages my credibility as an adult.  Needless to say, I need a good dry cleaner.  Britt, do you know of any good dry cleaners near our house?

A few months ago I spilled coffee all over myself one morning, to the point where I went home and changed.  It was still early, and the only people I’d spoken with so far were Jim and Bill.  I figured, hey, boys don’t notice clothes, it’s no big deal.  The first thing Bill says when I see him later that morning – “Is that what you were wearing this morning? ” Curses. 

Briscoe has been upset with me this week.  I haven’t had time to play with her, and she’s mad about it.  She wants to go to the dog park this weekend, and has been trying to emotionally blackmail me with complaints of neglect.  What she really needs is a hair cut. 

Last night when I got home, she hauled around the house like an unhinged soul.  She kept hiding behind furniture and growling (which is her way of saying she really wants to play hid and seek – it’s a funny little growl, not like a mean growl).  So I hid behind the couch for a while and she freaked out, then I went into my room to change out of my work clothes.  When I came back out into the den about five minutes later, she was still in the game position on the other side of the room, with her butt up in the air and her head and chest on the floor.  As soon as she saw me she started growling again, signaling she wasn’t finished playing the game.  So we played some more, and she howled and ran into the wall.  So I picked her up and made her snuggle on the couch with me.  In thirty seconds she was sound asleep and purring (she has a purr like a cat – her breathing comes out in a vibrating rhythm when she is asleep, it’s hilarious). 

It’s suppose to be extremely cold this weekend.  I’m just excited that tomorrow is Friday.  We had two hearings today (three actually, but I only worked on two), and I have to say that it was a pretty interesting day.  I might have even learned something. 

Now that those hearings are over and my office has warmed up I’m getting very sleepy. 

I want to remind you all that exfoliating is an often neglected joy in life.  It’s very important in the bitter days of winter. 

Y’all know how I hate birds?  This is a good example of why – http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/15/plane-crashes-into-hudson-river/?hp

I’ve got a terrible cold, the kind of cold that makes your brain feel cloudy and fuzzy.  I’m not sick enough to justify being in bed all day, and if I had stuff to do today, I’m sure I could dope up on some medicine and survive.  that being said, it’s the kind of cold that takes it out of you, where you feel okay sitting down, but where you are winded and exhausted by the simplist task.  But since I don’t have anything especially pressing to do today, I’m watching movies and trying to get some rest.  This is helped by the fact that it is rainy and yucky outside.  Briscoe is supporting my decision by dozing quiet happily on the couch.  I really don’ twant to be sick next week, I have stuff to do, and I’d REALLY like to start the year off in a productive and organized manner.  As you know, I’m pretty delusional. 

Right now I’m watching Jurassic Park.  I forgot what a good movie this is.  It’s really scary.  Like, so scary.  I can’t believe this movie is 15 years old. 

Oh yeah, so things I learned in 2008. 

I learned that all those years, when I would stay up too late, or spend too long in a smokey bar, and I would say – Gosh, my contacts are killing me!  They get really dry when I stay up too late, or the smoke really bothers my contacts.  I learned after I had my eyes lasered and stopped wearing contacts, that my CONTACTS weren’t the problem, but that staying up too late and being in a smokey bar for too long simply bothered my eyes.  My eyes were the probem, and not the poor little contacts I had blamed all those years. 

I learned that unless it is freezing outside, if it is raining and I have on socks in my house, and I need to go outside, it makes more sense to me to take my socks off than to put my shoes on before I go outside.  I’ve also learned that my mom doesn’t like it when I wander around outside without shoes on because she worries I’m going to put my dirty feet into my nice shoes and ruin them.  I’m such an adult. 

I learned that I might actually turn out to be an okay attorney one day, if I can focus and take advantage of all the opportunities to learn that I have right now.  This is something I’ve struggled with for a long time, and it’s nice to feel like I’m making headway. 

I learned that my past experiences have more of an impact on me than I normally acknowledge, and sometimes my insecurities catch me off guard.  I’m still trying to decide whether there is anything you can do to not be so caught off by insecurities, and I’m not sure what I think either way. 

I learned that Briscoe is the greatest dog, and that having a dog, or a pet in general, is an extremely stabilizing, happy part of my life. 

I learned I like diet coke better than regular coke, and I prefer diet coke out an alumnium can. 

Ha, when I actually think about some of the random things I’ve learned, some of the things that have nothing to do with life in general, but have to do with particular situations and times of 2008, it makes me laugh.  But I’m not sure they are things that I can tell you all about.  Maybe I can think of a few of them that are internet safe, such as –

When you think you have mono, you play through your last month in a different way than when you think you have the flu. 

When you think you have food poisoning, you play through your past week in a different way than when you think you have the flu. 

When you think you have the flu, you don’t think about much of anything at all. 

The liquor drinks in the hospitality suites are a LOT stronger than the liquor drinks at the clubhouse. 

When a guy likes you, he calls you when he gets off an airplane. 

When you pick up your clothes from the dry cleaner, it is a good idea to not leave them in your car over night, just in case your car gets stolen.  Because, replacing your favorite clothes can be very difficult. 

I’m never going to take another bar exam if I can help it.  It makes me act crazy for months at a time. 

It’s often difficult to not get carried away in the fun, exciting parts of relationships in a way that neglects reality.  This can be dangerous and not in anyone’s best interest. 

Holidays are much more enjoyable when you don’t drink too much wine the night before.  Relatives are easier to deal with when you don’t hate life. 

Football can be disappointing, but it is still a good distraction and an entertaining past time. 

Expectations and anticipation are both very powerful things.

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“I don’t know nothing except change will come.”  Patty Griffin

    It’s New Year’s Eve.  I’m at my parents house looking after the dogs.  I couldn’t commit to any of my options for parties and celebrations.  I just didn’t know what I was going to feel like doing.  This afternoon, I felt like sitting outside and reading my book by the fire with the dogs.  After a little while I started getting antsy that I was going to miss something, but not antsy enough to do anything about it.  But things worked out as they almost always do, Maggie called, and in a little while, I’m going downtown with the Badger children, which is EXACTLY what I want to do.  Once I knew that I was going downtown, I was able to enjoy the fire and the dogs and the beautiful night even more.  It’s amazing, even though I don’t want to commit, security that something specific is going to happen in my future gives me an added enjoyment to the present. 

    The coals had gotten hot enough for me to put a full log on the grate, and the log had a branch nub on the top of it that, when the wind would blow the flames high, would catch fire and glow until the same wind that caused the nub to catch fire would blow out the glow.  I found this mesmerizing.  There are few things I find as enjoyable as watching a fire while drinking a choice beverage.  But watching this flame catch and go out repeatedly was somehow extremely soothing.  Someone has been shooting off fireworks in North Augusta for the past few hours, and although I can’t see them, I can hear the dull THUDS of the explosions in the distance. 

I’ve been reading back through my archives, trying to remember 2008.  Isn’t that sad?  It is amazing the things you forget.  It is amazing that the problems I found so crippling at the time could be so easily forgotten.  I’ve been thinking a lot about privilege, and loss, and perspective. 

In these difficult economic times, it has become shockingly apparent how the word – security – often times means very little.  And how easily perspective is lost. 

I was in New Orleans this time last year.  There is a lot to be said about that trip, but even this far removed from it, I’m not sure I can put it into coherent thought.  It is difficult to believe that was an entire year ago, except when I dwell on some of the specific memories, they seem even further removed than a year.  I love New Orleans. 

Two years ago I was in Atlanta on NYE, at the widespread concert.  I wasn’t suppose to be at the concert, but Chad had an extra ticket at the last minute, and I was already in the ATL and had (shockingly) been unable to commit to the other plans available.  It was the last Terrace Christmas as I remember the Terrace, even though at the time none of us realized that 2007 would bring such profound and permanent changes to the landscape of our lives. 

Three years ago I was also in the ATL, and NYE was spent at the Terrace, for one of the best parties I think we ever threw.  I was suppose to be in Athens for NYE, but I flaked out on my Athens friends at the last minute.   I wore a pink mini skirt and heels to that party, and I met a boy.  He thought I was super cute, and happened to live in Augusta, and we hung out a lot while I was home for the rest of my christmas break, and dated for a few weeks after I went back to Athens.  But ultimately, I realized that he liked the girl in the pink mini skirt and heels, and that was what he was looking for, the girl who wore such things as the rule, and not as the rare exception.  And I realized that although such things seem petty, it was a good lesson.  To make sure someone likes your rule, and not your exception.  And to make sure you like someone in the rule and not as their exception. 

Four years ago I was in New York, for one of the most exciting and enjoyable NYE experiences ever.  It was a night that could never be duplicated, which is probably a good thing. 

Oh!  That’s Maggie.  They are coming to get me soon.  I need to go find my shoes.  Maybe later I’ll stop reminiscing the ghosts of New Year’s past and actually tell you all the things I learned in 2008.  But then again, maybe I’ll just tell you some other unrelated story. 

Briscoe says – HAPPY NEW YEAR!  MAY 2009 BRING YOU HEALTH AND HAPPINESS!

My camoflague socks –

are really good at hiding.  I dropped one on the rug the other day while doing laundry and didn’t find it for three days.  The dogs didn’t even find it.  Whoever invented camo is a genius!

Merry Christmas Eve!

Briscoe and I are digging through the house today, trying to find all the presents that I've bought over the past month, and wrapping them up.  Actually, wrapping is probably a strong word, I prefer putting large bows on the gift and not using wrapping paper.  But because I'm a maker's mark ambassador (thanks to JBlanchard!), I have some sweet maker's mark wrapping paper that must be used. 

I secretly want to go to the mall today, just to see the crowds and the sales and all that jazz.  I'm not sure I have anything else to buy, which makes going to mall sound ridiculous.  I might not be able to stop myself. 

Briscoe and I are sending out Happy New Year Cards, and they are super cute, so email me your address if you want one! 

I'm going to leave you with my favorite Christmas verses, they are always the same, but they make me happy every year.  I hope you all have a Happy Christmas! 

Luke 2 (NIV)

In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world.(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to his own town to register. So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

The Shepherds and the Angels 
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them,
“Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.”

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

 
So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.** The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

John 1 (The Message)
The Life-Light

The Word was first,
the Word present to God,
God present to the Word.
The Word was God,
in readiness for God from day one.

Everything was created through him;
nothing–not one thing!-
came into being without him.
What came into existence was Life,
and the Life was Light to live by.
The Life-Light blazed out of the darkness;
the darkness couldn't put it out.

(emphasis added)

It's really hot around here.  Like, 80 degrees hot.  And it has been the whole week.  And it is suppose to stay warm for a while. 

I'm not complaining, since yesterday was one of the prettiest, most pleasant days I've ever experienced.  We sat out on Travers front porch and drank beer in tshirts at 10 pm last night (I love sitting outside on warm nights drinking beer).  When it gets cold I always miss the porches. 

But even so, my clothes aren't seasonably appropriate, and like Kate said the other night  when I was sweating in my red felt skirt and tall suede boots- "It's hard to play Christmas when it's 80 degrees outside!"

Consumer Demand

We have a huge glass cookie jar where we keep the milkbones.  I like to keep it sort of full, because it looks silly with only a handful of milkbones.  When it is full it looks pretty – so I normally buy those big boxes of milkbones.   (btw – target sells milkbones at half the price of petsmart). 

This weekend I was pouring the big box into the glass jar, and I noticed that the milkbone colors were different.  There was no green milkbone!  Now, I've always seriously questioned the reasoning behind having a green milkbone in general, since I'm pretty sure I'm never had a dog who loved vegetables.  I wouldn't want a vegetable cookie as a treat, and I sort of doubt Briscoe would either.   She's never complained, but I always feel a little guilty when I give one dog a sausage milkbone and the other dog a vegetable milkbone. 

Well, I don't have to feel guilty anymore!  Right on the milkbone box it said – TWO NEW MEATY FLAVORS!  I guess the dogs of the world have spoken and have risen up to demand meaty treats over vegetable treats.  I don't blame them. 

But the green milkbones did give a color contrast to the glass jar that I'm going to miss.