Congratulations Dallin!!!!

I would like to take this moment to congratulate a dear friend and the brother of my best friend, Dallin!!!!!  He is beginning the great adventure of matrimony today, and I can't think of anybody who deserves it more!  (I mean that in all of the positive ways, seriously.)  So in honor of him, I'm posting this, my favorite picture of him from him sister's wedding, Dallin the Towel-Swinging Cowboy:

Sisters, Sisters

I feel bad for girls that don't have sisters.  Especially sisters their age.  Or I just adopt them, like my crazy best friend.  Then again I guess not all girls get along with their sisters.  I just happened to have been born into a family with built-in best friends, my two amazazing sisters.  There's Mary Jane Watson, with her Spiderman:

Then there's Megara, my sassy little self-sustained, incredibly intelligent cowgirl, who now has her own blog: thetexascowgirlmd.blogspot.com!!!!!  Ain't she adorable?

She's available, btw. ;)
But only if I approve of you.

Dilbert

Dilbert, the fountain of truth.  It speaks for itself:



BTW, half the fun of reading Dilbert cartoons online is the geek chat that goes on in the comments.  Warms my heart. :)

Arabic Graffiti

Indy has been in Egypt for exactly 6 weeks.  In this time I have received somewhat consistent sporadic emails, a handful of phonecalls, and been able to Skype approximately 3 times.  He has sent a total of 8 pictures I believe, only 3 of which have included himself.  The most recent addition to my collection came today:

It's Arabic graffiti.  I don't get to see my husband and he sends me a picture of Arabic graffiti.  Sigh.

Girl's Best Friend

Um, I love dogs.  My adorable, wonderful Deedee got me through so stinkin' much before the cancer took her:

And after her came Sophie, the little puppy that I resented as a replacement of my fabulous three-legged shadow, but then made me laugh so much I can't imagine life without her:

 And now there is Walter.  Walter is my in-laws' Dalmatian, but I somehow merited an elevation to the position of "The Favorite."  Not quite "Mom" but "Favorite."  Probably because I didn't mind when he decided 80 lbs wasn't anywhere near the weight limit for Lap Dog.  But who could not love a needy, epileptic, neurotic face like this one?

 Yet yellow labs are still my favorite.  Why?  So many reasons.  Here's one:


I'm pretty sure Sophie could do that.

Indiana Jones en route to Egypt

My husband, aka Indiana Jones, left for Egypt this morning.  Therefore, I must make use of this blog.  We left the house at 4:30 a.m.  He's still flying.  He'll get there about 4:30 a.m. (my time) tomorrow.  Luckily, I get to make the same trip... but not for a few months.  And since pictures make blogs more exciting, here's how I feel about getting up at 4 a.m., dropping off Indy, feeling like crap, and spending the rest of the day cleaning out our apartment before our lease officially runs out:

I worked pretty dang hard on being able to make that face.  It was one of my finer accomplishments this year.

Boring

My blog would probably be more interesting if my pictures were not on other people's computers.

Also if my body hadn't rebelled right after I finally got home.

Or if I would post anything about the cool trip I just came back from.

But since I'm sick, lazy, and slightly depressed at no longer being in Ireland, the blog's just gonna be boring for now.