Autumn, in Michigan, is stunningly gorgeous. And it’s my favorite season. Though, there are days that I’m not sure why, since every year, it actively attempts to murder me. (All photos taken by me.)
Autumn roses in my mom’s garden.
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It’s another edition of Wordless Wednesday, and as usual, mine will probably have words.
There are some things that piss me right off about Michigan, but the landscape isn’t one of them. No matter the season, it’s almost always freaking gorgeous. Here are what some of my favorite spots look like in summer.
As you may have guessed, I really like being by (and in) the water. I try to spend as much time by the water as possible in the summer–as long as I have my SPF Vampire handy, that is.
Be sure to check out the other blogger’s posts to see what summer is like where they live.
Things are only just now starting to get green in the area of Michigan where I live, but the flowers are finally blooming and soon my lilac bushes will be, too, and I’ll be in heaven. But for now, I have wood violets, grape hyacinths, regular hyacinths, daffodils, and the crab apple blossoms.
This winter has been weird, yo.
Normally, this is what winter in West Michigan looks like.
However, this year, there’s some weird shit going on. We’ve even had 50 degree days in February. This is not normal. This is what it looks like today.
I put this post together a while ago, but in light of recent events, I needed to update it a bit. Here are a few things that make me think “love” when I see them. Breaking the rules, as usual, with a few captions.
This picture from one of my brother’s wedding. I love everything about this. It was one of the most joyful events I’ve ever experienced.
One of my amazing nieces and my equally amazing daughter. I love how much they love each other.
Sister love – Morrighan and Willow.
Also sister love – Cait (the Goblin King) and me.
Just a few of my freaking AMAZING friends who I love to pieces. I’m so incredibly lucky.
This is Corwin’s stuffed animal, Captain Kitty. As you can see, he’s been loved, almost to death. Captain Kitty has been around since Corwin’s first Christmas, and yeah, he’s looking a little worn (Jenny Trout would say “murderous” and “creepy”) but he’s still very much loved. This is what he looked like forever ago.
See? Not quite so rough. But still loved.
Sibling love – hanging out under the Darth Vader umbrella.
No, we don’t always wear dorky, matching clothes – but it was our anniversary. So we nerded it up a bit.
Some of the subway art posted in NYC after the election.
That’s it for me this week, be sure to check out the other bloggers’ posts.
These are just a few of the things I think of when I think of comfort. (Breaking the rules with captions. Like usual.)
The swing my husband built me is one of my favorite comfort things. Just the act of quietly swinging is soothing.
Being by the water, particularly when the waves are rolling in has always brought me comfort. This is Lake Michigan on a particularly turbulent day.
So has the scent of lilacs.
And cuddly kitties.
I love this lantern. It’s warm glow always makes me feel a little more peaceful than I did, before I lit the candle on the inside.
Knitting is so comforting – both the act of knitting and listening to the clacking of the needles of someone else doing it.
And there’s probably nothing more comforting than being all cwtched up in sweaters that my mama knitted for me.
Here’s a closeup of some of the main patterns. Also, that one on the bottom left isn’t that orange in real life. The actual color is how it looks up above. It was just really sunny out when I took them out to photograph them.
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There are so many things that are going on in the world today that fill me with anger and rage, and those emotions quickly spiral into despair. I honestly can’t take much more without curling into a ball and weeping in a corner. So you know what? I’m not going that route today. I’m going for more lighthearted ragey things. Also, yeah, as usual, not so wordless. So let’s have a look at the things that make me rage.
Like this fucking bottle of marinade. Who the fuck puts a murderous-looking clown on a food product for an unsuspecting claurophobic shopper to stumble across at the grocery store? Who?! Monsters. That’s who.
Or this tangle of ridiculously gorgeous and expensive yarn – all because I thought I could wind it without using the swift.
Or my son’s Princess Bride hair. Even when my hair would grow past my shoulders, it’s never been this pretty. Unfair!
Or the power cord for my macbook and battery charger cord that my cat, Willow, so thoughtfully chewed through. (Though, I feel like if my friend, Chaos Chris, sees this post she’ll tell me the macbook cord had it coming.) 😉
Sometimes, when you’re angry and ragey and feeling stabby, you just need to burn shit. Real specific shit. Like Jenny Trout and I did earlier this year. It was cathartic as fuck.
I know there are plenty more things that send me over the edge, but these are the pictures that were on my phone. Be sure to click the other names for the other bloggers’ posts.
Okay, so as usual, I’m not following the rules. If you’ve been here for any length of time, you are unsurprised, I’m sure.
This is a collection of images that I find funny. With a little explanation.
Jenny Trout outside the bar in the small town of Gay, MI which is near where we hold our writers retreat every year. One of these days, I’m going to get this image put on one of those votive candles…
This is my sister Cait from our visit to the Garden of Tasteless Statuary…running from a creepy donkey.
This is one of my former daycare kiddos on her first day at my house. I was making her lunch while she helped herself to the toilet. I figured I should take a picture because her first day might very well be her last day, and I needed to prove this actually happened. And, if her mom was cool enough to keep sending her to my house after this, I figured we’d both want this memory. Happily, her mom thought it was as hilarious as I did, and this pic made Jessie’s graduation board.
Quite possibly my favorite photoshop job. This is getting framed and hung in my bathroom.
Just in case you can’t read the text from this wedding reception card from my friend Jill’s wedding, it says: Beverages and Hors d’ourves at five o’clock pm. Dinner and awkward but enthusiastic dancing to follow.
My son, Corwin, sleeping in his dresser, as he did almost every night for about a year and a half. I’d put him to bed, and he’d pull most of the clothes and bedding out of his dresser, climb in to go to sleep.
And here’s Corwin performing The Interspecies Ballet with Loki. I swear this kid is The Cat Whisperer. He can do this with all four of the cats. If the rest of us try, we get our faces eaten.
Loki. Helping me write.
The note my daughter left me after reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.
The picture of smallpox that Jenny Trout’s daughter drew for me last year. Still not sure if it was meant to be a history lesson or a threat. Given our tumultuous past, it could be either.
Willow derping it up.
One of my online security questions is “What city do you want to visit?” My answer was, of course, Camelot. However, this wasn’t what I had in mind. I texted this photo to Jess Jarman with the message, “Not as advertised.”
This is the envelope from a Mother’s Day card that Corwin made for me when he was in the second grade. I died laughing when I saw it. I adore the whole serial killer/hostage taker vibe. Please note: My name has been upgraded from Chris to Christ.
We were at the orthodontist’s office one afternoon, and I looked up and saw this and couldn’t stop laughing. The other moms in the waiting room and the receptionists weren’t nearly as amused as I was.
These cat puns have been hanging on my fridge for ages. Because they’re clever and hilarious. There’s a reason we call Corwin “The Pun-isher”.
Morrighan (only a few months old in this pic) had fallen asleep like that and it cracked me up.
This is Herne, one of our former kitties, who died a few years ago. When he’d had enough of everyone’s shit, he’d fall asleep like this.
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