I'm a busy, busy bee these days

It's exam time again and, therefore, this blog has been and will be dead at least for another few days.  The hiatus will be over soon.  I promise*!  For now, things that are cool:

1)  I'm officially a returning-counselor at Camp Royall next summer!

2)  Related:  I'm officially a counselor for Camp Royall's first installment of Winter Camp.

3)  Exams are going well and quickly.

4)  Jenna made us Chocolate Chess Pie and I've been eating it at inappropriate times, like at breakfast and in bed.

5)  I think one of these days I'm going to be a walk-in at the Chess club meeting.

6)  There's an Elon area running club (God knows I've been looking for a running club since I got here) and I can finally join this winter term.

7)  My hamster is still alive.

A thing that isn't cool:

1)  I've got Paul for secret Santa (pretty sure he doesn't read this blog).  Any ideas?

Love,

Monica

*I feel like I've made at least four or five promises here.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NICHOLAS!

19 years young, really?

Bellybuttom Academia

Going to pick Nick (haha sounds like picnic) up at the Naval Academy today.  I'm pretty excited.  He hasn't seen my new hair yet, and I've already prepared myself for lots of comparisons to men and/or boys.  It's only fair, though.  He probably gets lots of comparisons to women and/or girls at school (Photo: I'm on the right, he's on the left...just kidding).

Love,

Monica

P.S. The dog took my bra from my room this morning and left it on the stairs.  He's a real lady's man.

Flying high

I finished working on these (above and below) before I left today.

And took these pictures before landing in Baltimore.

Now I'm home, after eating Korean tofu soup, hanging out with the new dog (he's sweet).

Big wheels keep on turnin

I'm Finally Done

with this painting assignment.  Here are the results.  The blue one is kinda spooky and off.  But I like the yellow one, especially because I think it looks a lot like my mommy.

Here they are next to each other, mounted:

I'm watching...

the Wizard of Oz right now.  David is frying some bananas in flour, sugar and cinnamon and this is who I have yet to meet (but will get to by Thanksgiving):

His name is Lucky and my parents called me on Friday with the catchphrase "We got lucky on Friday the 13th!".  He's an 18 month-old poodle mixed with something and is being rescued by my parents from a shelter.  When I heard the news, I instantly was brought to tears.  Not tears of happiness, but tears of honest sadness.  I was heartbroken to hear that we/they were getting a new dog.  I still have trouble every day when I think of Fangio, my first dog.  It's been a little over half a year since he died, and I still cry every couple of weeks about him (Don't make fun of me, he was my little brother for almost eleven years and the embodiment of unconditional love).

Love,

Monica