Oy Vey!

It's 1:02am central standard time.

I'm still packing up the house. WHY can't I be more efficient?
Maybe I should do hypnotherapy.

I'm sitting in my living room, with my feet up, my sweet sheltie, Lars, asleep beside me (Sadie and Beau are upstairs with My Love).

Random side-note - While I know I've mentioned my dogs before (you can see their general back-stories here, number 5), I don't know that I've ever posted pictures of my sweet babies. So, here they are:

This is Lars the sheltie (after his summer haircut).
He will be 4 in February.

This is Beau (commonly referred to as Doggie Beau). We think he is a boxer-lab mix.
He just turned 3 in October.

Beau is a very cool dog in general, but he's really unique because of the spot he has on the back of his head that reminds me of Star Trek. I blame my delight in this on my husband :)


And this is Sadie. We think she is part pitt-bull and part vizsla.
She is 2 years old, and spoiled rotten ^_^ Sweetest. Dog. Ever!

I initially signed on to write some sort of introspective reflection on being in my home and watching it transform back into a house as we slowly remove and pack those things which made it ours. It's exciting to think about the next chapter in our lives, but hard to actually accept that things are changing. I can't go into it in detail now. Not just because it's late, I'm exhausted (both physically and emotionally), or I still have a lesson to plan; but because I just don't have the luxury of time right now. I took my break, and now I've got to make some more progress so the house is ready for the moving party tomorrow!


Lately, though, I keep reminding myself of sentiments similar to this one, displayed so perfectly on a print by vol25