This city… Where I’m sitting at a little wooden table with equally little metal chairs…

It really isn’t that big.

The sidewalk houses cigarette butts. Tattered business cards. Sixty-year-old homeless men “just trying to get to McDonalds.”

All things discarded.

An overly loud Harley cranks beside those sharing this sidewalk with me. And everyone jumps.

Conversation halts for a moment. But only that. A moment. A hiccup in an otherwise clear evening.

The tattooed waitress who first asked me if I wanted to see a menu just walked around the corner. And I wonder if anyone will be taking her place.

It’s just that kind of city. It’s just that kind of place.

And as the lights change from green to red, I am reminded… It really isn’t that big at all.

My Boo is a professional …

A professional Tar Heel! Hey-ooooooo!

Late Night With Roy.

Multiple Championship banners.

Let the games begin, ninjas!

This is a nighttime view of suburbia.

The moon ( clearly not pictured ) is crystal clear and exactly half full.

My Boo is sleeping soundly… Or almost sleeping soundly … Which is the more likely scenario of the two.

And Ruby and I? We are just feeling a little frisky. So we decided, together, to set out into the night … Me in my boots, Ruby in her pink flowered handkerchief … Just to see what the moon has to teach us tonight.

In a funk

There haven’t been many times in my life during which I’ve been in a funk.

But this is one of them.

I feel completely ridiculous for being in said funk.

I have so much for which to be thankful.

A beautiful home. A loving partner. An adorable wigglypup. A great family who loves and supports me. A home church family who — no matter how long I stay away — welcomes me back with open arms whenever I venture back.

I’ve been lucky enough in this lifetime to be graced with the gift of perspective. I’ve seen what it means to be in need. I know I “have” plenty … More than plenty … More than I need.

But the funk has arrived. And has stayed much longer than I care for it to stay.

So Readers … This is me, reaching out to you.

Have you ever been in a funk? A deep one that lasts and lasts?

What did you do?

I’d love to hear your stories. This gal needs some inspiration, please.

I don’t believe this is a return from my hiatus. However, this is a tidbit I want to share with you this evening.

Whenever I set my alarm clock for a wake-up call, I have to set it for an “off” number. Never something “normal” like 6:30 or 7:15 … But instead, I will opt for 6:33 or 7:17.

Tomorrow morning? 7:32.

And that’s the way it is.

Because I cannot leave you without something funny to remember me (at least for the unknown time I will be away) … I give you… the funniest link my incredible fiance’ sent me today.

Some genius (and I mean TRUE genius) has given the world a way to tolerate all of the ridiculousness that is Kanye West.

And it’s true!  I can now tolerate Kanye West’s personality if (and only if) I think of everything he says as coming out of the mouth of 30 Rock’s own Tracy Jordan.

My favorite, I believe is this:  “I want to edit the film on a boat.  Liz Lemon, where are the good editing boats?”

And with that, may you all be well until my hiatus ends.  Keep on laughing and making the world a little bit better everyday.

This is my hiatus. 

From blogging.  From writing to you, for you, from me.

I have many things to say, but not here.

My life, right now, needs to be lived away from the computer screen.

I will continue to read the blogs that give me inspiration.  The blogs of my friends, those I have met and those I have not.

Forgive me for being a voyeur and not an active participant.

This is my hiatus.

y’all. i am so serious. ruby IS sexy.

Okay.  I know this may come as a major shock to some people. 

She is the goofiest dog on the planet most of the time… but… BUT… she really acts like she’s trying to be sexy quite often!  It’s BIZARRE!

She walks like a cheetah going after some prey… and lies down in this come hither pose ALL the time.

I made the mistake (mistake???) of trying to imitate Ruby for some of my fellow bloggers… and I feel I may never live it down! 

Long live dogs with sass!  And people who notice!

(Love you guys!)