Catch Up

I have met so many wonderful people and had so many wonderful experiences recently. I love love love it. Thank you, Universe.

New, Fun Stuff!!

I'm all giddy. Here's why:

-Mainly, I've been flying. It isn't until I go fly again that I remember just how damn much I miss it when it's been a while. I really, really need to get myself a more steady gig and keep moving down the road to becoming a full-time heli pilot. Which leads me to the next thing that has got me all a'flutter:

-New business prospect(s)!! More on this when it's more concrete. I'll just say this, it involves helicopters AND photography! What more could I want? (Maybe to take Buddy, but that will happen eventually)

-New running shoes and feeling pretty darn fit.

-The move back to my old 'hood, possibly even my old house that I love love love!

-The fact that, thanks to Austin Art Garage, I have sold artwork before it's even been hung. My prints are ready to be hung and I should be up on their webpage within the next day or so!!

-I've had the little boy dog for a while now and will have him for a while more. Good quality time. He is asleep with his super soft snout on my foot right now.

-My super duper kind of new peeps Jon and Amy. Love spending time with these guys.

Ghost Dog On The Loose!

Buddy is in the Halloween spirit!





Looking long-faced because I interrupted his costume chewing for a pic.



Oh, and all that stuff on the floor? Ghost Dogs LOVE their beer boxes.

My Dear Friend, Duct Tape--

Why is it that you insist on popping off at me, when I apply you to your position? I know I stick you on flimsy, ugly brown boxes, but please do cooperate.

Even though you are in for a forgettable, dark ride to already visited places, and, upon arriving, you are likely to be given another dark, probably humid home, it would be nice if you stuck it out with your newly acquired, cubic companion.

Because you see, even though this may feel like a very lateral move for you, I assure you that greater things await. You may be lonely in the mean time and you may defiantly turn up your edges. But I predict that when you finally find your home, you will be quite resistant to removal.

--Your Fellow Weary Traveler

What's In A Name

So a couple of days ago, I was walking to my truck--most likely to go to the coffee shop. A car drove by and as I glanced up, I thought the girl driving resembled a girl I used to play softball with on my travel team. Chrissy and her twin Reeca played on my team when I was a sophomore and junior in high school. They were not from the same town I grew up in, but my dad was friends with their parents and good friends with their uncle before any of us were born. In fact, my brother Evan Douglas is named after their uncle Joe Douglas Wilson.

Often times something very specific will catch my attention and remind me of something else. Usually, it is something that only I notice and is usually a product of my weirdo imagination. So I didn't think much of it.

Until today when I checked the mail. There were two wedding invitations addressed in fancy script to a house with one digit different from mine and Wilson's. I can easily see how the postman would make the mistake. So I figured instead of having them go through the return process, I'd just walk them over. One of the invitations was addressed to some name I had trouble pronouncing and the other was addressed to Mr. Kevin Cook and Ms. Chrissy Wilson. I hopped onto Chrissy's FB page and sure enough, she's engaged to Kevin Cook. So I walked the invites down the street to the house I drove by earlier today that was hosting the garage sale that I ALMOST stopped at.

So I rang the doorbell and her roomie answered. I asked if Chrissy was there. She was sitting on the kitchen counter and could see me from across the room. She made a funny face and her roommate goes, "Sorry, she doesn't know you."

"Oh. Yes she does."