I can’t wait for it to be full fledged spring, as in no-need-for-a-coat-and-gloves-on-the-morning-dog-walk spring. Although, I do have to say the weather has been super nice here in the land of enchantment, the mornings are cold but by lunch time all you need is a cardigan. It’s that season, the one in between winter and spring, where it’s not cold but it’s not super warm either. Wonder what we could call that…Wintring? Spwint? Let’s go with Spwint.  Anyways, this fifth season I’ve made up is my favorite, because in New Mexico spring time brings with it warmer weather, but also wind. Lots and lots of wind! The entire state is a dust storm from mid March to somewhere towards the end of May. So, maybe I should scratch my first statement about how I can’t wait for it to be spring, I should say, I want it to stay spwint. So to celebrate spwint, here’s some flower shots I took a while ago.





Happy Spwint Everyone!!!!


Time is not on my side

Time, it’s constant, never stops, but I’m always surprised when so much of it has passed. Funny how time seems to go by so slowly when you’re living it, but then when you look at the time that has passed, it’s unbelievable how fast it went.

I realize I haven’t blogged since this past July. I thought I’d let it go, and move on to something else. But lately, I’ve found myself re-visiting my old posts, and remembering those times in my life and even remembering how nice it was to blog about those times. So, I’ve decided to give it another go-round. I don’t know if I’ll be consistent, apparently, consistency seems to be a hard concept for me to understand. But this blog thing, it might be just the thing I need right now.

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Downtown San Antonio

Photos taken with great care, then edited, then forgotten for two years. That’s the story behind these shots and many, many others.

A couple years ago, Bubba and I went to visit San Antonio and Austin Texas. It was our second trip to southern Texas. Apparently we like to visit places twice just to make sure we like them. Anyways,  San Antonio was nice the first time around, the second time around the traffic got to us, and we didn’t stay in a very peaceful part of town, so that may have had something to do with the less than relaxing visit. Particularly the traffic on I-35 between San Antonio and Austin. I couldn’t imagine making that commute everyday. But we still enjoyed our trip and took a ridiculous amount of photos. As always…

We’ll start with one of my favorite spots in San Antonio, downtown.  I love the old buildings in downtown San An, there’s something special about the artistic touches put into architecture from days long gone….












While in the area we got to visit the Texas State Capitol building, the missions on the mission trail, and lots of other touristy sites. Since it’s nearly been two years since our visit, I’ve forgotten a lot of the details. All the more reason to label photos better I suppose.  And maybe blog about them sooner.

Anywho…Happy Tuesday all!

Plans to take over the world

Funny how we make plans, plans that include so many awesome things…but it’s so much easier to sit on the couch and pretend you never made those plans. I don’t really know where that thought was taking me, just that my plans don’t seem to be working out.  No big plans, I don’t intend on taking over the world or anything (and then suddenly I had the urge to youtube the Pinky and  Brain theme song. In all it’s awesome early 90’s glory. You’re welcome!)…like I was saying no plans to take over the world, just small things like, throw out the food that is proving Darwinism true, or any host of other household chores that may or may not be evolving into new life forms.

Making plans is the easy part, following through with those plans, now that’s when it gets tricky. Maybe I’ll just sit here on the couch a little longer and contemplate my plans some more…contemplating is the first step to follow through isn’t it?





Thought Moth

Today marks 4 years of blogging. The first 3 years were fun and full of wonder, I was even Freshly Pressed (see here and here) ! But this year the magic seems to be petering out. To put out a post has become tedious, and daunting. And it’s not from lack of content, I’ve got plenty of ideas, plenty of photos that need editing and shared, plenty of words (in fact my hubby would probably prefer I share those words on here rather than rattling on about paint colors, yarn categories, or Doctor Who during the basketball game) . I just can’t seem to settle my thoughts down enough on one topic to get something posted. Those thoughts just keep flitting around in my little head like those annoying moths that knock around on porch lights during the summer. Once I feel like I’ve grasped one, I look between my clasped fingers and see that the thought has escaped to join the others to flit around the porch light again. It’s frustrating, and annoying…

All of this reminds of the words of Oswald Chambers in reference to Matthew 6:26-28:

Look at the birds of the air . . . . Consider the lilies of the field . . .

Here’s what Oswald had to say about it:

“Our heavenly Father knows our circumstances, and if we will stay focused on Him, instead of our circumstances, we will grow spiritually— just as “the lilies of the field.”

I take from that, focus on our heavenly Father instead of those annoying moths that keep escaping my reach, because our Father is always within reach. And if I stay focused on Him, then the right thought moth will come along.

Anyways, all this to say, it’s my blogs 4th birthday, and even though I’ve kind of been ignoring her the past few months, I’m glad she exists.

To celebrate here’s some daffodils in a mason jar!



springflower3Happy almost Friday Eve everyone!


Boring little life

I can count on one hand how many times I’ve blogged in 2014. Actually, it wouldn’t even take a whole hand to count the whole two times I’ve shared something over here on my bloggy home. Honestly, there really hasn’t been a whole lot of exciting stuff to share lately, just boring life stuff; dishes, dog walks, and work. I’m pretty sure there were a few marathon Netflix sessions in there too, but mainly chores and work. It sounds depressing, but really it’s not. I love my little life, and I’m glad things are quiet. There have been times in my life when I craved this sort of quietness, and I’m thankful to be living a quiet life now.

In January I finally broke down and got a smart phone. I’d been resistant to the trend for so many years, but the convenience of always having internet at my fingertips was what won me over.  There’s nothing like being able to sneak on Pinterest when ever I want. But what really won me over, was the ability to have a fairly decent camera within reach all the time. A camera phone will never replace a good camera, at least for me it won’t, but it sure is nice to be able to flip this bad boy out of my back pocket whenever I want to capture those boring moments. So, here are a few shots I caught of my boring quiet, dusty little life….


The dogs go their separate ways on a walk. This makes it difficult when walking them solo…


A quiet morning, sick in bed. But all is well, I have company.


Impatient puppies while I take pictures of the morning mountain…

2014-03-27_16.32.23[1]Behind those clouds are the Sandias

20140308_101259[1]Waiting on burgers…impatiently waiting on burgers.

I have so many more pictures…but I won’t bore you with them. It just felt like it was time to jump into the blogging game again, since I’ve only posted twice in 2014! Really, I can’t believe I’ve only posted twice this year, it just seems wrong. Maybe this pointless post will wet my blogging palate again, and I can get back to documenting all those boring little moments of life.

Also, I’m on instagram! You can follow me @ yellowdogblackdog. I’m still learning how it works, and haven’t really posted much on there either. Apparently, I’ve seen the need to become an audience member of this newfangled thing called the in-ter-net.



I started writing this post January 30th, here we are on the last day of February and it’s still not posted. In fact, I haven’t even touched this poor little neglected blog since the second to the last day of January. Odd, how life works. Guess I needed time away from being an active participant of the interwebs for a while. There comes a time when you just need to take a seat and spend some time in the audience.

Anyways, on with the show…

Many bloggers have what they call a word of the year, a word that they will focus on throughout the year. And they will usually write an inspirational post about that word, and how it will be somewhat life altering. Not that there’s anything wrong with that…

I on the other hand, don’t write posts with the intent of altering lives…as I selfishly indicated in this post, I write for myself. But, if any of these random words I have strung together here do touch someone else in a special way (and yes, I know what that sounded like.) then great. But in the end, these posts are for myself, to look back on. And with that in mind, and to be a trend follower in a way, I’ve chosen a word to think about as I muddle through the path set before me. And to remind myself what this path is really all about:


I will seek joy in the small things, joy in the big things, joy in the happy things, joy in the sad things, joy in anger, joy in tribulations, and yes…I will even seek joy while I’m scraping last nights dinner off the dishes I was too lazy to do the night before.  And, I don’t only want to be a joy seeker, I want to be a joy giver, a joy bringer, I want to be the Santa Claus of joy!

Actually, that can’t happen because Christ already has that title, but I want to be as close to the Santa Claus of joy as I can possibly be. If there were one of those carnival strong man games that measured how full of joy you are, and there were a Jesus level, I’d want to be at that level. I want to be so full of Christ-like joy I ooze it onto those I encounter.

I pledge to myself, to avoid those things that I have allowed to take my joy, and if they are unavoidable, I will try to find joy in those situations. I’ll be honest, I’ve sort of failed at this lately. With some annoying health issues cropping up the past couple months I’ve found it hard to be joyful, and even harder to spread joy. Instead, I’ve been spreading the grump, it’s like a horrible infectious disease that eats away at it’s carrier and can easily rub off on those nearby. But, that’s gonna change because I can hear those bells…the Santa Claus of eternal joy is always near by all I have to do is listen.

Happy Festivus

Happy New Year!!!

I’ve been wondering when the new year is no longer new. We are nearly two weeks into 2014 and people are still wishing me a happy one. So, I guess 2014 still has that new car smell. Maybe that newness wears off when the year starts smelling like old take out and dog breath. Not that my car smells like that or anything…*AHEM*

Anyways, since the holiday festivities are over and I’ve had a chance to breathe and look through the copious amounts of photos I took over the Christmas break, thought it was time to post about them.

On Thanksgiving we went to visit my mother, it was the usual spend 5-6 hours in the kitchen cooking and doing dishes. And it was glorious, I love spending time with my mom. There’s something special about being busy at a task that makes it easier to visit. Apparently, I was too busy cooking and visiting to take lots of photos. But I did grab a few before we sat down for our thankful feast.





Then came the Christmas season, the decorating, the shopping, the baking, the stopping to enjoy the season…it was all quite wonderful. This year, I tried to do Christmas on a small scale, no big Griswold family Christmas. Which means no big light display outside, no huge tree (which means no squirrel jumping out at anyone), no big spending on gifts. I made a conscience decision to enjoy this Christmas, not stress about all the details, but enjoy the pure joy that the season brings. And more importantly, focusing on why we celebrate Christmas.


That nativity has been in my family for nearly 30 years. It was the first nativity my mom bought, I remember playing with it all through my childhood.  Giving all the shepherds funny voices, and making baby Jesus coo. Several years ago, she gave me this nativity to set up in my own home. Now, so many years later, I still play with the figures. I may not give them funny voices or anything, but the shepherds and the lambs get moved around a lot.


The tree was smaller this year, I opted for a 6 ft unlit tree and added my own lights. It fit much better in the corner of our little living room this year. And in keeping with simplifying the holiday, I didn’t even worry about ornament placement. I just sort of put them where ever I felt they needed to go. Does the tree look like a 4 year old helped, yeah maybe, but I got the tree up in record time. And I didn’t have a conniption fit about having too many similar ornaments too close together.


I’m not sure Goldie enjoyed sharing her corner with the tree though.


As in previous years, my Christmas tree is adorned with sentimental ornaments, I never have a themed tree.



This year, I finally got to put up a secondary tree in the sunroom, and I got to use all those glass balls I’ve bought over the years. It was nice enjoying another tree in my newly furnished and private sunroom. But there’s a whole other post in the works for that.

100kmiles Before Christmas my car hit 100,000 miles. I am told this is a milestone, either it means that it’s a reliable vehicle that’s taken me where I need to go, or the resale value has dropped significantly. Let’s go with the first one.


Bubba celebrated a birthday. The dogs thought it was fun to beg as we enjoyed his birthday dinner.

And then finally, the big day arrived, Christmas day. We went back to my mothers house for the holiday. More cooking, more visiting, and presents.


And lots of dog, there’s always lots of dog when I go to my mom’s house. Five dogs in total, two of mine and three of hers. They get along pretty well. But it’s still lots of dog to deal with. Thankfully she has a big yard for all of them to tumble around in.




Everyone was all snug in their bed as we humans exchanged gifts…


Afterall, it was pretty late when we did finally open gifts. I made everyone wait while I watched the Doctor Who Christmas Special. Sorry, family, but it was an important one. Losing an old favorite Doctor and welcoming a newly regenerated one, it’s a big deal. Granted, not a big a deal as Christ’s birth or spending quality time with loved ones. But thanks for your patience.


Not all the dogs were snug in their beds, some were hiding under the curtains. I guess not everyone enjoys the Christmas season.


This year, I was a busy bee and crocheted 5 blankets, one for each of my brothers kids, one for my sister, and another for mom.


Mom got her blanket the Friday after Christmas when she came over to my house. Apparently, I just couldn’t swing getting them all done before Christmas. But I’d say they were all a big hit.


After Christmas and before New Year’s Bubba and I celebrated 3 years of marriage and 10 years together as a couple. We headed down to the place where we met and married. It was a lot of fun walking down memory lane.


New Year’s wasn’t that exciting, the dogs and I celebrated the coming of the new year with Oreo’s, sparkling grape juice, and old Christmas movies. Bubba came in from out of town just in time to ring in the new year. New Year’s day I made sure to make black eyed peas, ya know, for luck, gotta ensure a most excellent 2014. Then, it was back to work. All in all, a great holiday was had by all. I’m already looking forward to next year.

So, if it’s not too late…Happy Festivus everyone! Err…I mean..Happy New Year!!

*Note: For those of you non Seinfeld fans, apparently festivus started as a family traditions of one of the writers. You can read more about it on wiki here.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to all residents of blog world!


I hope you are all eating lots of pie, opening lots of presents,  and more importantly, remembering why we get to eat lots of pie and open lots of presents…

11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

Luke 2:11-14

Red Velvet Cake

Apparently, I am a once a month blogger since it’s been almost a month since I declared that  I blog purely for myself. Maybe that’s all I need is a monthly blog for myself, actually it’s not. I have so many words and thoughts I need to use up during any given day, I get twitch-y if they sit in my brain and fester. This might explain why I frequently speak before fully thinking through the implications my statement might have. I just like to hear my thoughts for the first time with everyone else.

Anyways, I’ve been trying to keep my head about me during the hustle and bustle of the holidays, actually as I sit here, I have a list of at least 20 things that either need to be baked, wrapped, or cleaned. But those can wait a little longer, I have words I need to use up. Plus, today is a special day, it’s a day that we eat red velvet cake and celebrate the day my dad was born. He passed away 10 years ago on November 30th, I missed that day to post something about him. But honestly, I think he would have preferred we celebrate his life on the day that it began. You can read a post I wrote last year on November 30th here.

Growing up, December 19th always meant a steak dinner followed by a  big beautiful red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. Because Mom didn’t like heavy chocolate cakes and Dad always thought that birthday cakes needed to be chocolate of some sort, this was their compromise. And gifts, always needed to be wrapped in birthday paper, because who wants to get a birthday present wrapped in Christmas trees? (Apparently, having a birthday so close to Christmas meant the possibility of Christmas/Birthday presents) He always made an exception for oreos in a Santa Claus tin. Those were his favorite cookies, and I always made sure to get him a pack of oreos to enjoy even after all the red velvet cake was gone. (I think my mom still has all those 256,9145 Santa Claus tins lying around somewhere) Actually, he really didn’t care about the presents, or even the food. He just wanted to be with his family, and that’s what happened. Birthdays in our house were joyous occasions filled lots of food, laughter, and memories. Now, he  can enjoy his birthday with our Heavenly Father, and I bet he doesn’t get birthday presents wrapped in Christmas paper either.

So, December 19th is a happy day, filled with memories of laughter, good food, and red velvet cake.

Happy Birthday Dad!