Do You Lilac It?

Some sun! Some bloggings! We’re almost through the wilderness of winter…without a blog post in sight.

I’ve been at a new job that after six months can no longer be considered new.

I was on blog hiatus in some daring attempts to write out my stories in memoir form.

The following occurs when trying to accomplish the above task:

…………………………………………………………………………..(Please note this is an ongoing ellipsis. This ellipsis represents a blank stare, temporary paralysis and a head full of cobwebs). Welcome back to that.

This little baby was published a couple of months ago. Published! To be viewed in a bound and paper form! While the book is available for download in electronic format, I am standing strong against the printed word becoming obsolete.

Pick up your book! Fan the pages and smell the story! I cannot begin to fathom how the hours of staring at our screens will affect our eye sight. Think long term, people! If your eye sight has diminished from staring at your Kindle, how will you go to a park when Spring has sprung and enjoy your classic novel? We need to have a little perspective.

In Tom LaVilla news, I received the following letter in the mail yesterday (look, someone believes in the tangible letter!)

Fran–

Thanks for dinner on Saturday. Your hair was outstanding!

You are the cat’s meow.

Love you,

Daddy.

Yes, in case you were wondering–my father just told me that I am the cat’s meow. You just don’t receive real compliments like that any more.

This is the picture I found when doing a google image search of “cat’s meow.”  Someone please buy me those cookies.

The wedding count for 2009 is already up to six. I better start sewing my dresses.

Since my last post, we lost another pup. Marley left us in December and I’ve yet to bring myself to give him a proper blog post. Yesterday we got a new dog. He’s a low rider, and his name is William Wallace. His personality is slightly remniscent of the late chihueagle we all knew and loved.

Spooks is still alive. We think he forgot to die. He’ll be nineteen this year. His life is the greatest testimony of irony.

Yes, we’re still the weird family that loves animals too much.

On a brief, fleeting, (and shallow) note, I’ve gone a little crazy for some OPI.  If I had my way, I would be employed on their marketing team just so I could come up with the ridiculous polish names. I would only be employed there for a couple of months—naming nail polish would get kind of old.

Stay posted for more posts! Girl’s back.