Betsy Whitt

Matt’s snowshoeing with Shiloh and one of our good friends today, and I’m allegedly staying home to clean this pigsty of a house (I have a funny story about with word “pigsty”; remind me to tell you about it sometime) and get other things done - like maybe wrapping some of Matt’s Christmas gifts, or […]

It’s snowing here today, and I have to say that the panoramic view from my lobby windows is quite lovely.  It would be more lovely if I faced the mountains instead of the parking lot and the office buildings next door, but beggars can’t be choosers.  I’ve got the lobby Christmas tree against a background […]

I give you - Shiloh!   

Isn’t she getting big?

Puppiness:

We had about four or five inches of fresh snow this morning, which seemed like an opportunity not worth missing for letting the dog run around. Now, she’s almost konked out on my jacket (she invariably chooses “beds” that smell like us) but seems to think she needs to stay […]

That’s right, I’m ‘fessing up.  I like shoes.  You might not know it by going through my closet, but if I had my way there could be 15 pairs of black pumps lined up, which of course my husband would have no idea how to tell apart. And then there would be all the […]

Last week was rather depressing for me, which is part of the reason I stayed quiet.  All of a sudden all the things I’ve been putting off in favor of more immediate concerns turned into immediate concerns with real, tangible deadlines looming far too close.  And the knowledge that as soon as I managed to […]

… okay not really back from the dead, or at least that’s not how I feel at the moment, but I am back from a great weekend in California.   
Unfortunately, it looks like life here at home didn’t stop while I was gone, and aside from the things I need to get done, Matt seems […]