The Blog is Back in Town..

Shame is the Shawl of Pink
In which we wrap the Soul
To keep it from infesting Eyes
-Emily Dickinson

Shame is what I feel. The bitter shame of Neglect.

Oh How I have neglected you dear blog.
My anonymous outlet of sorrow and strength.
My one true electronic legacy.

So, yeah, I haven't posted in a while. Almost a year to be a bit more accurate.
I am afraid that I will have to rebuild what little readership may have existed.

The reason for my absence?...... Shame.
The reason for my shame?......Nothing!

Vanilla and I have moved to a new, and for once, exciting place and what have we done... Alas, nothing.
We have not found our dream jobs, we have not explored all the magic that this wonderful city has to offer, we haven't done anything. We barely leave the house.

I blame DVR.

Yes, DVR. The ability to record and watch any show, any movie, any documentary, any baseball game and watch at will is truly debilitating!!!

I humbly apologize and beg your forgiveness.

So, a little ketchup to go with the humble pie???? If you are interested??

Hmm, where to start....

Last December we were blessed with a new niece.. She is PW's little sister and we haven't had the opportunity to meet her yet, but are looking forward to it.

In January, we lost Sweet William. He and Dot married in their 80th years and had 14 wonderful years of marriage. In August, we lost Dot as well. She fought long and hard, but couldn't be without her sweetie pie.

Vanilla has enjoyed being so close to his beloved baseball team and we have made several trips up to the Ballpark in Arlington.

I signed up for a seasonal job at the most wonderful store in the world, Target last Christmas (you know, while I looked for a real job) and I am still there. Red, not really my color.

Yesterday I felt guilty for skipping the Old Pecan Street Festival, but felt much more productive by doing four loads of laundry.

We are still young'un-less. We have had no "signs" one way or the other, but are beginning to realize that it will probably stay this way. My personal goal is to have a house. Not to raise kids in, but I really just want the backyard so I can adopt every small dog that needs a home.

We bought a dining room table, we don't really have a dining room, but finally a table!!!

Well, I must be doing this right, because I already feel as if I am boring you. You one lonely, probably non-existent reader.

So, I will stop for now..... and hope for the strength to return shortly.

Flip Flop