Our little puppy

Miles has adopted many canine tendencies of late. He walks on all fours, he loves chewing socks, and he begs for food like crazy. Even though we know we're probably not supposed to feed him "people food," we always give in. Miles' favorite is ice cream. Just like his mommy.

Treasures

Here are some of the treasures I found while unpacking.

This little number has survived approximately two decades of life and moves. Any guesses as to what it is supposed to say? A finished project, perhaps? Nay, it would have said "A Clean Room" if I had ever finished it. Sadly, my motto hasn't really changed.

I bought these photos at a sweet Flea Market in Leipzig, German. I still get a kick out of them.

I just love the look he is giving his woman!

Nothing can come between a young man and his accordion.

This one is my favorite.

Grrrrr

Lately when I have thought about something to blog, I only come up with petty annoyances. No one likes a Negative Nellie, so I decided that an attitude adjustment may be in order. However, like diets, attitude adjustments are best started tomorrow.


Here are some examples of my grievances:

1. My mom recently read that Miles is on the upswing in name popularity. Boo. We like names that are not too popular, but that are also not too strange. Miles is just perfect. What next, some lame new vampire franchise with a protagonist named Miles? Serenity now.
2. Miles cruises. He's a cruiser. He has been cruising for a couple weeks. Cruising? For others of the uninitiated, cruising apparently describes the action of babies "walking" while holding on to furniture. Where did that word come from? Are people in Texas making up words so I will take nonsense words with me to Wisconsin and look silly? How had I never before heard "cruising" used in this manner? Have you heard it? Simple words that are unfamiliar to me but somehow in other peoples' vocabularies disturb me.
   
3. Design Star stinks, especially this season. "My" shows are the artsy reality shows: Top Chef, Project Runway, Work of Art: The Next Great Artist (I came late to that one), and Design Star. Except the people on Design Star generally seem like hacks and I think Gary or I or any number of mildly artistic people could do just as well as they have been doing. The new production values are cheesy, too.
   

I think it's fairly obvious that if these are the types of things I have to complain about, I have it pretty darn good. This is true. I decided not to provoke the universe into punishing me for my grouchiness, and I've turned over a new leaf. Promise.