December/November/October? Recap

So I haven’t really been doing much. Shocker, I know. I also am not very good (or just can’t be bothered) to put thing in chronological order.

My views on ‘being a feminist’ equality versus justice and all of that jazz deserve posts of their own. This past weekend I finally got around to making a statement clarifying my views as stated (in passing) on this pin. I decided that if I got one more comment about me not identifying as I feminist I would make a statement so hopefully no one else will take it upon themselves to comment pointlessly on my pin. These comments do not open up a conversation, but rather point fingers… at a stranger… on the internet… ON PINTEREST! I was going to take the high road and be super diplomatic, but I figured I may as well be snarky, ’cause I was annoyed haha.¬†Just so that we’re clear, now that I’ve commented, I’m no better. I realize that. It was fun though ūüėČ

I drove my brother’s super nice car to my friend’s house. I think he should give me this car when he gets sick of it.

I came home to find brand new Snoopy pajamas! I usually open these on Christmas, but it was super cold outside, and these pajamas are sooooo warm.

Here are my parents starting a puzzle. Well, mostly my dad haha.

Last week was Lil’ Ruffneck’s birthday. Here I am at Chuck E Cheese before church. Somehow it didn’t register in my brain that this was his birthday part, even though I knew that it was his birthday.

I decorated my small purple tree like a week and a half ago. I had to take it down, ¬†so I could bring it back to my parent’s house. That’s what I get for procrastinating.

When I was home for Thanksgiving, I worked a bit on my mermaid tail. Oh yes, my mermaid tail.

During that week, I also got to see my best friend. She’s a mess, if you weren’t able to figure it out by my facial expression.

And because it’s Christmas, and these harmonies are on point…

~Dahlia

Hold Tight!

*The names of all of the people mentioned can be found in the Name Directory over on the side bar. Is it a side bar? I don’t know.

So yesterday I went golfing. I didn’t actually golf, but rather picked up The Bell Jar for like the third time. Each time I read it I enjoy it more than the last. Anyways, I took some photos in true blogger fashion (actually I had the Photographer take most of them for me).

¬†The Other Sister took this picture of me in the golf cart (before she made me drive). She and I joked that I should have a segment on my blog called ‘Things My Sister Made Me Do’. We’d take a picture of me reading a book at different locations that sister encouraged (made) me go to.

¬†I sent the Photographer off to take some photos while I sat and read in the golf cart. I thought this one of Lil’ Ruffneck and Jamie Starr was too cute.

IMG_0062.JPGHere is a self portrait the Photographer took.

¬†Isn’t the golf course gorgeous? I didn’t realize until I saw this picture. The Bell Jar is hard to put down.

¬†A little background: I can’t drive. I never learned and never cared to. Now that I’ve moved in with the Other Sister and her family, driving is a necessity. I’m learning, but frankly, I suck. My sister made me drive one of the carts with the Photographer in tow. I only got lost ¬†once. A few branches may have gotten in my way, but we made it out alive. In this picture, I’m actually driving on the road.

 The Photographer snapped this candid of me watching the golf game progress.

¬†Another shot of Jamie Starr with Lil’ Ruffneck.

 The Photographer was excited to find paw prints in the sand.
¬†The Other Sister in her golf cart, staring pensively off into the distance (or watching her kid… whatever).

IMG_0140.JPGThere was a bunny rabbit at the very last hole. The Photographer got pretty close.

I had ‘Hold Tight’ stuck in my head the whole time. It was quite fitting considering my less than satisfactory driving skills. The song was written by Fats Waller and sang most famously by the Andrews Sisters.

That was longer than I expected, and I pity any person who didn’t skim through it.

Pip Pip Cheerio and a Froot Loop (am I getting any better at signing off? Is that even what it’s called?)

~Dahlia