Rainy with a Chance of Cookies

Fortunately, I think that rain in the mountains is beautiful. Even with cold, damp feet, I enjoyed walking through Breckenridge. With something warm to drink, and a vegan peanut butter chocolate chip cookie in my stomach, I meandered around the main street, stopping in a bookstore to browse and buy post cards. Not bad.










It has been wonderful to see family I haven't seen in so long. Seeing my grandpa see me for the first time in years, a cousin I haven't seen since he was born (and is in elementary school), and aunts and uncles that I have been so removed from, have all made me realize that maybe now, at 22, it's time for me to make those trips myself to keep in touch. Or at least write the letters, or make the call.

Thank you, family, for the fun tonight. Let's do it again sometime; say, tomorrow night? Aunt Gail, Uncle Frank, Uncle Scott, and Aunt Becky. . it's your place again. Maybe I'll bring the reading material this time.

Updated

Thanks for the input, Jon.

The new design:

Going to Colorado

Making T-Shirts. What do you think?

(Aunt Gail, please disregard this blog if you happen upon it before Sunday. This is not the surprise my dad mentioned in the e-mail he sent requesting T-Shirt sizes. That's another surprise. Seriously. I never lie. I am perfect. . . let's just pretend this never happened.)

A Couple More

I'm back.

With some inspiration from a few people who I think are wonderful.





More to come. . .

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It's nice to see that people are still reading my blog. Apparently 32 people this week. Really, though, right now I'm not so sure about blogs or pictures, and I'm surprised that anyone is still interested in looking at my blinds. But thanks for sticking with me. Perhaps when I am more directed in my art, I will get back to sharing it again. Or maybe when my friends start blogging again (you know who you are), since they are who I really do it for. Let's face it: I'm not getting a job from my blog. Though maybe I should make a website, or resume. Anyway,

Dear friend,

Lets hang out again. I miss real life you. Virtual you is deadening, and makes me realize your lack of real lifeness in my life.


Love, Meg