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Hello Foxy

hello foxy

Remember this guy? I like this photo because he looks just like a little dog. A little dog who is missing most of his face and has plastic eyeballs and is awfully dried out.

I cannot believe it’s already Friday. This week went by very fast. I had so many plans for all the wonderful posts I was going to write about Bolivia and all the little things we’ve done around the house, there were going to be pictures and everything, but now it’s very late on Thursday night and I’m trying to get something up for tomorrow and it’s not much but dag nabit if I don’t get back into the habit of posting every day I’ll go crazy. I really will. I need blogging like a pregnant lady needs ice cream and pickles.

And I’ll leave it at that. Until next time.

Getting There Slowly

family room

The family room, May 2011.*

I’ve always been the kind of person who jumps into things without giving them much thought, whereas Michael is the kind of person who goes at things sideways, exploring every angle before making a decision. This is one of the reasons why we are great for each other (because we balance each other out) and why we drive each other nuts (because it’s annoying when someone is actively balancing you out.)

All of this to say that I think some of Mike has been rubbing off on me (not that way, ew) because I’ve been very patient with regard to my family room and that is incredibly unlike me. Normally I buy a bunch of crap I don’t really like because I need something, anything right now. But this time I’ve been pulling a Michael and doing it a little bit at a time, adding something here and there, as we can afford it, as we aquire it, when we find something we love, et cetera. And I’m so glad it’s worked out that way.

I’m really happy with the way this room looks now. It’s much more the cozy-library-esque-family-room I was hoping for.(Here’s what it looked like six weeks ago.) I still want an area rug and some throw pillows, but I’m glad I waited until I had the table behind the futon and all the shelves up because I’ve completely changed my mind about the color scheme.

Speaking of the table, Mike built it and it’s not really a table, but a triangular shelf that fits perfectly in the corner behind the futon. He put a smaller triangular shelf above that, and now we have a much better spot for Foxy than we had before. I am absolutely thrilled. I was a little worried that one of the cats was going to try and get into it with the emaciated half-eaten gazillion-year-old taxidermy fox that is my grotesque little friend, but so far they have left him alone.


More than anything, I love all the family photos everywhere. Formal portraits and snap shots, new photos and old black-and-whites, each one makes my heart sing.

family weddings

My goal, of course, is to wallpaper these walls with family photos in various gold-and-similarly-hued frames. That would be wonderful.  But in the mean time we’re off to a pretty good start.

family photos

Also, major good news! We got permission from our landlord to install a bike rack! So excited! (!!!) This means two things:

1.) I will no longer have to carry my bicycle down three flights of stairs then up three flights of stairs every single time I ride it.

2.) There will no longer be a bicycle leaning in front of our fire place.

I am so excited, I can barely sit still. We ordered it online and it arrived late last week, so Mike will be installing it sooooon! Maybe we’ll do a post about it. That’s a great idea! A post about how my husband bolted a piece of metal to some concrete in our parking area. Riveting.

Actually, if you want a really good DIY blog, you should check out Dopey’s Happy Home. You probably remember my best fried and frequent accomplice Dopey LaRue? Well, the lovely Miss LaRue has started a new blog, a sort of eco-friendly, mother-earth, rock-and-roll blog about DIY-ing everything from gourmet dinners to bedroom furniture. Girl works a full time job, goes to school full time, and makes all her own skincare products. She has tiger blood. Go look at her site now.

*This is the kind of thing I need an SLR for. What I wouldn’t give for a camera that takes great photos in super low light.


This is Foxy:


Photo courtesy of Sebastian Budderhor

He was given to me by my brother and his wife. They found Foxy on a ghost hunt one night, but they didn’t take him home. Ty wanted to, he really did. Foxy was beautiful, despite the fact that something had been eating him, but my brother couldn’t justify bringing him home. After all, what are you going to do with somebody’s discarded, half-chewed taxidermy fox? Not a whole lot. So my brother attempted to satisfy his desire to bring the thing home with a few photographs, and he left the fox alone.

Two months passed and Ty couldn’t get Foxy out of his head. He finally decided to drive all the way back to the haunted site to retrieve the fox, only to discover that his face had been entirely eaten away, leaving nothing but bare skull.

Foxy After

Photo courtesy of Sebastian Budderhor

My brother is the kind of guy who understands that even old faceless taxidermy foxes need love, so he brought the thing home and now he (Foxy, not my brother) lives happily ever after with the rest of my beautiful dead things.

One day, if I can ever take a good enough photo of it, I’ll show you the mummified mice that were my Christmas gift from Ty last year. He set them up in a diorama of heaven’s pearly gates and I swear to Goldfish if that wasn’t one of the best gifts I’ve ever been given in my entire life I don’t know what is. I love those mouse mummies almost as much as I love Valentine.  Maybe a little bit more. (Don’t tell her.)

P.S. I just found out that you can buy dried baby llama‘s in La Paz. I’m DYING. Apparently, if you bury a dried baby llama under the cornerstone of your home you will have good luck. We don’t have a cornerstone, but we do have a fireplace and that can totally count, yes? If I can bring home a dried baby llama for my mantle, that will make carrying around my poopy toilet paper for three weeks totally worthwhile.