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This little series is harder than I thought it would be...

5/7

This was one of the toughest to choose from yet. All my favorite quotes were like a PAGE long.

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3/7

I LOVE The Chronicles of Narnia. The books, not the movies (I've seen half of the first movie...one guess as to why I only saw about half of it).

The books are so beautifully written, and elicit every possible emotion in me during the course of reading them. I make a point to reread them annually, and the 2010 read has commenced. As I'm reading through it (not in order) I'm enjoying coming across old quotes that I marked and marking new ones again.

I decided while reading to put one of my favorite quotes up from each book as I finish it. I had thought I'd do this daily...umm...daily posting probs won't happen, but I will get these quotes up! And it's difficult choosing just one. The Horse and his Boy had a couple of front-runners, but I'm only doing one.

Anyways...

Snow = Forced Rest

Snow = forced rest.

The morning it snowed I got out of bed long enough to boot B. out the door for a few minutes, laughed at her reaction, fed her, then hopped back into bed to read for three hours. THREE. At around 11:30 I decided I should get up and head outside to take a few pictures. I wore almost four layers, by the way.

Now, I'm not one to be big on many pictures of one subject. But B. was SO CUTE in the snow. She's so cute anyways. But oh gosh, in the snow...I mean, just look:

And here she is playing. I was pretty proud of myself for managing to throw the toy and get pictures. As you can see in the top right picture she forgot it at one point. This was all fun for all until she lost her toy and decided to snap at my camera. That didn't work for me so well, and she got left for some independent play while I took pictures in the front of the house.

As you were probably expecting, here is my snow mishap story. The night before when I got home it had been snowing/raining and I parked my car in a hurry to get inside. Per mentioned, I didn't leave the house for a number of hours, so the snow accumulated on my car windows. It comes time for me to go and meet a friend and I put my belongings in the car and while still standing outside, lean in to turn on the car (because I needed to go knock snow off the back). Well...I had left the windshield wipers on. The next thing I know after I cranked the car is a WALL of snow coming at me, and I'm frozen in horror watching it come. Snow floods into my car, covers me...it was horrible. I apologize to the good neighbors on ****** ***** who heard me scream.

My time with B. is wrapping up. In the past couple days she has shown some puppy behavior...aka chewing. I thought I had left my gloves adequately out of reach...nope. They were fingerless when I got them from her clutches. The worst though...I'm re-reading the Chronicles of Narnia and last night as I finished it up I left it on the back of the couch I was sitting on while I went to put something up. Suddenly, I hear a peculiar sound. I hurry back to the sunroom and what to my eyes should appear but my book on the floor (BTW this book is over 700 pages) and a page sticking out of her mouth. And not just any page...the last page of The Last Battle which has one of my favorite, if not favorite, quotes on it. Oh bummer.

See this face?

It's the face of a quote-eater.

All the pretty lights

What a FULL two weeks it has been. I've been working three jobs almost everyday. Trying to make sure that said jobs didn't cut me off from people I love, and getting preparations done for Christmas (mom if you're reading this your box for Canada is still waiting to be sent off).

Wednesday onwards the week of Christmas was lovely. I spent so much time with people I love. Christmas Eve was spent at the Gap (not super busy but had a number of characters)-Waffle House (with church family, and such a GREAT time)-AFUMC for the 11:00 p.m. service (and yes, I may have nodded off a bit). On Christmas day I rested a bit, ran, made dressing, and had such an incredibly sweet and fun afternoon/evening with my dear friends John & Cindy and their family.

Christmas night brought SNOW (in case that memo was lost on anyone). Not a fan of the wet-cold but I will definitely concede that it was very beautiful. I did turn down an invitation to go sledding though...the idea of throwing myself down in it willingly doesn't sound all that appealing to me (the company, YES. Snow, um...no.)

I have a lot of precious memories from the past week and I'm so very thankful.

Adventures in Pet-Sitting, part 734

I get home today between jobs to grab dinner and hang out with my charge (referred to from here on out as B). B is a sweet golden-doodle who loves to play ball in the afternoons. I go outside to start playing with her and I notice that she looks filthy and I'm worried she's started to dig by the fence. She's excited to see me (noted by my many cries of "DOWN B! DOWN B! B!!!"). I go to grab her ball (the squeaky toy from h. that I mentioned in an earlier post) but she wants to play with something else.

A.

Dead.

Chipmunk.

She's probably not dirty from digging to escape, no no. She's probably dirty from getting this little guy. Normally I'm not grossed out by these sort of things, but when I have an oversized puppy leaping into my face with it in her mouth and dropping it on my foot, it brings out the squeamish factor.

Now I need to go deal with this, and convince her to leave it outside.