This is It by James Broughton This is It and I am It and You are It
After my old host broke WordPress, I’m back with a new host and a clean install. Woot. Last night was a sleepless one…there was some
When I told people I was going home to pack up my childhood room, they wondered what I would still have there to bring back. I’m not a hoarder or anything, but I am a memory keeper. When I got home on Tuesday with two plastic containers (one with things I had picked out to keep, and another one to go through), I also had two boxes of notes and Letters from 1996-1997. I think that’s 7th grade. Peter asked me, “You’ve kept these since 1996? So even your 7th grade self thought they were important?”
On my cousin Roxane’s 21st birthday, we took her out to Pat O’Brien’s. There was lots of singing and the drinking of hurricanes. Poor Pete
So I’m pretty much obsessed with all things pit bull right now. I read pit bull blogs, I read articles, I’m hopefully contributing to Stubby Dog, and I’m looking for somewhere to volunteer. Giving up Joey was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but his awesomeness really made me fall in love with his breed.
Today, I am 28. Year 27 was not what I expected. To say that it was a difficult year for me is possibly an understatement.
When we first got Finnegan, I was a little worried about him. He’s an attention whore, as exhibited in the photo below. Finn likes to
It’s Sunday morning and Pete and I are at Jack and Mary’s, our diner of choice.
We spent Saturday night celebrating a magical early Valentine’s Day by pretending to be grown ups. Dinner at Kres, followed by attending Celtic Women (my idea, of course) at the new Amway Arena. The spritely Máiréad Nesbitt pranced around the stage with her fiddle as I leaned over to Pete and said, “I’m going to start doing that around the house.”
He laughed and replied, “We don’t have enough space for that!”