I don't know who reads this blog, but I'm sure this will speak to any ladies. Yesterday, I pulled things together, along with studying I shaved my legs and blow dried my hair. I found, what I thought was, a pretty cute outfit and proudly entered "hot pink" on my facebook status line. Thanks ladies for all my fun treasures at girls night! After more studying I made my husband a nice dinner of Pad Thai, okay I cheated and it was a kit, but I made it. As we sat down to eat with our glasses of wine I was feeling pretty proud of myself. However, about half way through dinner I managed to lodge a piece of shrimp tail, from my "ready to cook, peeled and deveined" shrimp on my tonsil. I proceeded to cough and choke until I threw up. In front of my husband. If I was smart I would have removed my oh so cute they have to put the tag there because there is no where else to put it underwear, put on some granny panties and flannel pjs and headed to bed. But I for some reason waited three hours. This morning I crawled out of bed at 7:15 with a residual bad attitude, compounded by the fact it was 7:15 and I was up because tomorrow at that time I will be arriving to take a miserable test that I'm not prepared for. Who schedules tests at 7:30 Saturday morning? And why are they all the same weekend as drill forcing me to PAY to go up to Eielson? And how unfair is it that I had to pay $75 extra b
ecause I read the schedule wrong and missed the sign up deadline? Digression.
Okay, the attitude part. After my other morning tasks I dressed to take our dog for her morning physical therapy walk. She had knee surgery and is now missing fur in several places (shaved, not stress) and is ever more high maintenance than before, but oh so adorable. And once I got out of the house I found that it was a beautiful sunny, though chilly, day. As we walked our two blocks I was looking at the Bald Eagles that have lived in a tree in our neighborhood since I was in high school. Something about it all struck me. Have these Eagles really been married for 10 + years? Kidding! I am so lucky to live in a place where, in the heart of the city, Eagles live in my neighborhood. Where everything is so beautiful covered in snow, and there are mountain views from everywhere. I think I need to take more time to appreciate the beauty around me. And perhaps I should feel thankful that the Eagles haven't prayed on my splotchy, limping pup. So that is the beginning of my attitude adjustment. The beginning!
Bad picture, but there are two Eagles in that tree. The one you can make out looks like a dark blob sitting on a branch in the middle of the picture. I'll try for better pictures when the dog isn't annoyed I'm interrupting her walk.