Muzzily Muddled

The life and times of a 30-something recent law school graduate trying to understand the past, figure out the future and scrape through the present in one piece.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Happy dog/Sad dog & Word of the Day

Yes, I am aware these two subjects have nothing in common.

Subject 1.
Belle, a happy dog who does not know she is about to get a bath:

Belle, a not-so-happy dog who is painfully aware that she has just had a bath:

Subject 2.
Our word of the day is:   Contumacious


[kon-too-mey-shuhs, -tyoo-]
stubbornly perverse or rebellious; willfully and obstinately disobedient.
(Definition courtesy of 

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Haircuts & Sheepies & Needles

Ok, it's only one haircut.  But I think it looks cute.  Kept the length and added more layers.

Allie the cheagle is seriously addicted to her sheepie.  This is actually Sheepie the third, and we've got Sheepie the fourth waiting in backup for when she is needed.  Sadly, it looks like there will be no Sheepie the fifth, since we couldn't find any more at the store.  This could mean trouble some day.

So I'm taking 5 hours of classes this summer, and they both wrap up in the next three weeks.  One of them is Trial Advocacy, and in two weeks I'll be doing my fake trial for the final exam.  Should be interesting!!

I'm also working full time as a summer associate at a firm that does civil defense work.  The job is seriously fun, but I've got a lot on my plate for the next few weeks.

Now, that would be fine, except you have to add in the fact that I'm about to be cracked out on hormones.  That's where the needles come in.  IVF cycle #2 is in progress, and it will be really interesting to see how I cope with all the work, school work, and doctor's appointments.  Egg retrieval is technically a surgical procedure, so in addition to everything else, I'll be having surgery in a couple weeks.  Sigh.  I swear I don't make all this stuff happen at the same time on purpose.

Wish me luck!!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Pretty Things

Admittedly, some pretty things are much more trouble than they are worth.  But, even if they are a lot of work, sometimes they make everything worthwhile.

Take Belle here.  Boobelle, as we call her, has been with us for nine years.  We have no idea what kind of dog she is, because some horrible, horrible person dumped her and she was found by a coworker of mine when she was just a few weeks old.  She's gorgeous.  Absolutely gorgeous.  She has the best heart in the world and is loyal to a fault.  But, she sheds like you wouldn't believe.  And I wouldn't even want to think about how much we've had in vet bills for her, considering the major surgery she had a couple years ago, and the ligament she tore last year.  No matter what though, I wouldn't trade her for the world.  (I even forgive her for once chewing a hole in a wall when she was younger!)  She's beautiful, she's sweet, she's perfect.  She makes me very, very happy.

(Incidentally, how gorgeous is my yucca plant this year??)

Here's another good example.  My mimosa tree is the most amazingly beautiful thing this time of year.  It's gigantic, and smells heavenly, and puts a huge smile on my face every time I see it.  But lord is it a disgusting mess!  Seriously, all these flowers will fall on the yard, in the street, on the sidewalk, on the top of my car, in the driveway...  Get the idea?  (Note the flower molting process has already begun in the first picture of Belle.)  It sheds four times a year.  But I love love love love it.

Not sure that I really have a point here.  Other than to show you pretty pictures of two of my favorite pretty things.  :)  And to memorialize how the mimosa looks today, since in a week or so the hubster will be cursing it for the huge mess it will make...  

Oh yeah, and here's a gratuitous picture of my dogs.  Did I mention that I love them?